The Prettiest Thing
(edited once for mong tagging)
Happily buzzed, Mige and Ville were headed for Ville’s small flat. They had left the bar after Linde announced that they were making him ill, and that he was going home.
“So, we’ve absolutely got to get in some rehearsals soon,” Ville was saying. He let go of Mige’s hand to light a cigarette, free hand jammed into the pocket of his oversized jeans. “I want to start doing gigs as soon as we can.”
“Baby, I gotta tell you… Right now, band stuff is the last thing on my mind.” Mige leered at Ville, puffing on his own cigarette. “I’m only thinking about all the things I want to do to you once I get you into bed.”
Flushing a bit, Ville started walking faster. He hurried Mige up the stairs, quickly unlocking the door.
Mige glanced round at the empty beer bottles and over flowing ashtrays. “Jesus, Vilpertti…” He chuckled as he was pushed to the bedroom, kicking laundry out of the way. “We’re going to have to do something about this place.”
“Fuck that.”
“I’d rather fuck this,” Mige murmured, squeezing Ville’s ass and kissing his neck.
Shivering, Ville began fumbling with the buttons on Mige’s shirt, meeting his lips hungrily. “Don’t ever go away from me again,” he demanded, starting on his lover’s pants.
“Luvata.” Peeling off Ville’s tee shirt, Mige gave his long wallet chain a tug, chuckling as the baggy jeans fell to Ville’s ankles. “You need a belt, dear.”
Kicking the pants aside, Ville sat on his bed. “Don’t change the subject. Come here.”
“Sir, yes, sir!”
He grinned, pressing close as Mige lay beside him. “So sexy,” he breathed, running his hands over the broad chest and muscled arms.
Snickering, Mige shook his head. “You’re out of your pretty little head.” He gasped as sharp teeth closed over one nipple. “Slow, baby… It’s been a while.”
“So?”
“So I might just come right now.”
“Go ahead,” Ville murmured, still worrying one nipple. “I’ll lick you clean and suck you until you’re hard again.”
Mige groaned, pulling his boyfriend up for another kiss. He bit at his lips, sucked on his tongue, his hands frantic with need. “I missed you so much…” Undressing his lover, he lavished attention on every inch of exposed flesh, getting the same treatment in return.
Studying the newly muscled body above him, Ville smiled. “You look so beautiful right now.” He wrapped long legs round Mige’s waist, hanging him a condom and a tube of lubricant. “I don’t need prep. I want you, want to feel you…”
Groaning again as he watched Ville open to him, Mige fumbled with the condom, rolling it on with shaking hands. “God, baby… Fuck, you look good enough to eat.”
“Later. Love me, Mikko. Please?” Ville gazed up at his lover with a serene smile, hands moving slowly over golden skin. He breathed into the slow thrust that filled him, unable to help the tears and pain and relief and love that pricked his eyes.
Leaning down, Mige licked away the tears, kissing the inner corner of Ville’s eye. “Love you,” he breathed, tongue dipping into the secret corner of one bright green eye. He stayed still a moment, relishing the tight heat of his boyfriend surrounding him after so long.
Ville grunted softly, the effort of holding Mige suddenly too much. “Move. Move, please, Mimi, oh please- Oh, yessss,” he hissed as Mige pulled back and nudged forward again. He slid one leg up to Mige’s shoulder, eyes rolling back into his head with the new angle. “Love,” was all he managed to get out.
Holding the younger boy as close as he could, Mige latched onto his neck, kissing and sucking, knowing he was leaving a mark and not caring. His found his lover’s lips and held fast there, hips moving in time with his tongue.
It was all over too fast, and they lay panting in each other’s arm, sharing desperate kisses and still hungry touches.
“Don’t think I’m done with you yet,” Mige whispered, catching his breath.
“Thank god.”
The rest of the night was spent in a blur of touches and kisses, tidal movements and passionate cries.
Early the next morning, Anita Valo used her key to let herself in. She shook her head at the dual trails of clothes leading to the bedroom, automatically picking up and folding as she went. “Boys,” she murmured with maternal affection.
Steeling herself, she pushed the bedroom door open and peered inside, smiling at the sweet picture before her.
Ville lay on Mige’s chest, head tucked under his chin. Mige held the younger boy close, protectively, one arm round his waist, the other gently cupping his shoulder. They both snored softly, cuddling closer to each other.
Heart melting, Anita slowly backed out of the room, still smiling. She set down several containers of food, including bagels with cream cheese and lox, knowing they were Mige’s favorite, and a large plate of strawberries, knowing they were Ville’s.
She cleaned as much as she could without making a racket, sighing at all the empty bottles. Hearing the sounds of boys waking, Anita hurriedly grabbed her things and slipped out the door, locking up behind herself.
Gently extracting himself from Mige’s loving embrace, Ville blinked, peering blearily round the room. He got up slowly, stretching and scratching, and padded into the bathroom. Pissing quickly, he shook himself off and headed for the kitchen.
He stopped and stared. He definitely remembered the room being a touch messier. And he certainly hadn’t folded his clothes. And he hadn’t gone out for breakfast- Ville saw the ‘love, Mama’ on a small note and smiled, his stomach growling at the sight of food. Not bothering to wonder what she had seen, he popped a strawberry into his mouth.
Mige woke as the slight weight and warmth of his lover left him. He took his turn in the bathroom and made his way to the kitchen, finding Ville smoking and making his orgasm face over a plate of strawberries. “Morning, baby.”
“My mama brought us food!” Ville said, spraying strawberry juice. “There’s bagels and lox for you. And… uhm, all kinds of good things,” he mumbled, looking through the containers.
Smiling, Mige picked up a strawberry, running it over Ville’s lips before leaning down to lick away the juice. His boyfriend’s mouth reached for the berry, and he teasingly pulled it away, popping it into his mouth. “Your mum is the best.”
“And you’re mean.” Ville pouted as hard as he could, tongue flicking out to taste the stray juice and taste of his lover still on his lips.
They ate quickly, touching and tasting different foods on each other’s lips and bodies. Ville watched Mige smear a trail of cream cheese up his chest to his lips, shivering helplessly as he was slowly licked clean and thoroughly kissed.
Mige watched his lover bite into a berry, making the act as sensual as he could, before leaning over to trace Mige’s lips with it. Trying not to lick as the juice, he let Ville lap at his mouth, tongue dipping into the crease of his lips before slipping inside to mix the flavors.
Pushing Ville back on the table, Mige grinned. “Know which room we didn’t break in?” He chuckled at Ville’s wide eyed, breathless response. “Think we can use cream cheese?”
Giggling helplessly, Ville shook his head. “Please don’t.” He whined as his boyfriend moved away from him, stiff prick beginning to leak already. “Miiiiiikkooooo…..”
“I’ll be right back, baby.”
Ville idly ran a loose fist over his cock, stroking lightly whilst he waited. When Mige came back, he quickly found himself shoved half onto the table, feet braced on a chair behind Mige. “Are you sure this is going to work? I don’t fancy sliding off the table, you know.” He paused for thought. “Or getting lox up my arse.”
“Only one thing going up your arse, babe.” Mige reached between them to spread lube over his lover’s opening, fingering him quickly, but thoroughly. He kissed Ville slowly, lovingly, the desperate need from the previous night gone. Taking his time to prepare the younger boy, his free hand played over the smooth chest, pinching one small nipple.
“Mm… Yes….” Ville hissed out his pleasure, letting his head fall back. He leaned back on his elbows, rubbing one calf against Mige’s side. A hot mouth descended on his exposed chest and stomach, and he groaned loudly.
Mige leaned up to find his boyfriend’s lips, mumbling, “You make the sexiest sounds… Love how you sound for me.” He slid in slowly, smoothly, both boys gasping at the unfamiliar angle. “Do you have any idea how much I fucking love you?”
“How much you fucking love me, or how much you love fucking me?” Ville managed, in a strained, teasing tone. Pushing the basket of food out of the way, he was glad the table was braced up against the wall.
After a few shallow strokes, Mige pushed in deep, watching Ville throw his head back and moan. The sight drew an answering moan from deep in his chest, and he thrust deep again. “Sit up a little, baby… Can you?”
Ville pushed up on his hands, suddenly able to see where they were joined, Mige’s thick cock sliding in and out of his body. “Ohmigod,” he breathed, a new jolt of pleasure coursing through him. “We need- Oh, god, Mikko, there…. We need mirrors everywhere.”
Looking down, Mige smiled a bit at the sight. The both watched for a minute before Ville let his head fall back again, letting out a howl as Mige brought his hand to his cock, squeezing and stroking an orgasm from him.
Riding out the muscle contractions, gripping hips that wanted to buck wildly, Mige watched Ville fuck the air, gazing with lustful awe at his lover. He came suddenly, without realizing he was going to, and turned his head to bite at Ville’s calf.
Suddenly Ville was half off the table, howling like a banshee as he shot a few more thin ropes of come onto his own stomach. He hauled Mige down with a strength that surprised them both and kissed him fiercely. “Fucking love you.”
“What the hell was that?” Mige asked between kisses.
“What? You bit me. Animal.” Ville pulled him down for another searing kiss.
“You came twice! Sort of….” Looking down into besotted green eyes, Mige shook his head. “Don’t get into that shit, Ville, cos I’m not going to hurt you like that again.” He raised the thin leg enough to kiss the already appearing bruise.
Ville shrugged. “I think it was just the shock of it.” He wrapped long arms round his lover’s neck. “Let’s get a fag and go back to bed, hey? Missed you so much.” He pulled himself up to nuzzle into Mige’s neck, inhaling deeply.
Smiling indulgently, Mige lifted the skinny boy into his arms, carrying him to the bedroom and dumping him unceremoniously on the bed. “Be right back, baby.” He returned with two lit cigarettes, handing one to Ville. “You ought to cut down.”
“You ought to quit ruining the mood.” Ville grinned and leaned over for another kiss.