Don't Close Your Eyes | By : TaimaMarie Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > HIM Views: 3703 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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They were sitting on Hayley’s couch. She was toweling his hair dry. The feeling of her hands on his scalp, even though the towel, was almost too much for him to bear. He reached up suddenly and stopped her, held onto her wrists.
“Hayley,”
“It was so nice of you to do that for me.” She smiled.
“Hayley,”
“I’ve never had anyone be so nice to me.” She was chattering on nervously.
“Hayley,” Rake tried one more time.
“Don’t,” her voice was small. “Don’t ruin this, Rake. I like you a lot, but… I don’t think I can belong to you just now.”
“Why not?” he wasn’t going to let it rest at just that. He had to know.
“You know why. Mige,”
“What ABOUT Mige?” it was making him mad. “Mige made his choice, Hayley, and now I think you need to make yours.”
“Is that what this is?” she turned icy. “You’re trying to push me into something that I can’t do right now, Rake. And if you’re asking me to make a choice this second, in this very heartbeat, I have to say this it’s not you.”
“Why?” he demanded.
“Because I’m just not ready. Okay? I’m not done with this Mige thing yet. I’m not. You don’t realize how much I love him.”
“I think I might.” Rake looked broken. The painful look in his eyes was all it took for Hayley to sob. She reached out, wrapped her arms around him. He buried his face in her neck, and she felt it grow wet with his own tears.
“I wish—I wish it were different.” She sobbed out. “But darling, I don’t do this to hurt you. Please believe me.”
“I do, I do,” his voice was muffled. They held each other tightly.
**
“My turn?” Bam asked, breathlessly. Ville nodded, a wicked smile on his face. He reached out and pulled the t-shirt the younger boy was wearing over his head and away. He massaged the chest that was uncovered.
Bam groaned and laid down flat next to Ville. His pants were soon taken off, along with his boxers. He felt himself blushing bright red. He covered his eyes with his hands. Ville took a hold of his wrists and gently pulled them away.
“Now now, darling. I cannot have you trying to hide from me.” The Finnish boy scolded.
“O-okay,”
Ville ran his hands down the sides of Bam’s body. Bam arched upward. Who knew that such an innocuous touch could make him feel like this? Ville didn’t want to waste any time.
Gently, he parted Bam’s legs. The hockey player’s penis was already stiff and ready. He grinned as he kissed the neck in front of him. He suckled where the neck met the collar bone.
And then began sliding his way down Bam’s chest. He kissed and licked at his chest, eliciting little moans and whimpers. There was even a small scream when he latched onto a nipple.
With a smile, he kissed his way down again. He kissed the navel gently, lovingly, and was well pleased when Bam’s fingers tangled into his hair.
Finally, he had arrived at his destination. But he didn’t want to start right away. By the look on the younger boy’s face, he wasn’t going to last for a very long time. He ran his long, smooth tongue up one of the thighs.
Bam whined and bucked his hips. He could feel the figure skater’s smirk against his flesh. If his brain wasn’t bursting into a million pieces, he might have been able to be mad about it. As it was though, he was lucky he was able to keep breathing.
He thought he’d die if Ville didn’t take his penis into his mouth. Just when he was trying to pluck up the courage to ask, his request was granted. He screamed again, feeling the hot wetness surrounding him.
Just when he thought he was in Heaven, the sucking started. Ville began to suck on his flesh. He bucked his hips, feeling himself slide deeper down that long throat. He found himself wondering where the boy had learned to do this.
He was nearing the edge.
“V-Ville,” he stammered. “I—I’m gonna—I can’t.” it was meant to be a warning. He didn’t think it was good etiquette to come down someone’s throat the first time.
But he did. He came and came, feeling it being sucked out of him. His hips were off the bed, and he was screaming, sobbing. The world seemed to go black around him. And then the suction around him was gone, and arms were wound around his waist. He was pulled to a body, rocked back and forth, crooned to.
He pressed his hot face into Ville’s neck.
“I’m sorry,”
“Whatever for?” concerned was as thick as the accent.
“For—coming. Down your throat,”
“Oh, sweetheart.” Ville was… laughing? Bam pulled his face back to look into the face of the other. He was kissed then, and the taste of himself mixed with Ville was enough to make him moan.
“Don’t worry about it. Want to know the truth?” the deep voice was in his ear. He nodded. “I liked it!”
The face was pressed back into Ville’s neck. He stroked Bam’s hair, enjoyed the way his body fit into his arms. He kissed the side of his head.
“Tired,” Bam yawned.
“Then sleep.” Ville kissed his forehead. Within a few moments, both boys were asleep.
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