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I Was In Love	By : VillesSlave Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > HIM Views: 2278 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of HIM. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Bam's POV

Yo, Everyone. I know Ville has probably been telling you a bunch of junk about how “sweet” and “caring” I am, and well…just ignore him! Yes, I’m that way with him but that’s all!

After we had done the nasty that morning, all I wanted to do was curl up with Willa and go back to sleep. Unfortunately it wasn’t that easy. Just as we were settling down for a nice post-coital nap, Ville’s cellphone rang.

“Don’t answer it.” I clung to him, not allowing him to get up.

“Bammi, you know I have to. It might be Seppo or Mige.”

“So?”

“So I have to answer.” I reluctantly let him go and he lunged for his discarded jeans, giving me a great view of his ass, and picked up his cellphone.

“Hei?” he answered. I knew what that meant, but the rest of the garbled Finnish that he spoke was a mystery to me. I tried to read his face unsuccessfully. He sat down on the bed, facing away from me, occasionally responding to whomever was on the other line with a grunt or a “hei” before saying “Kuulemiin” or goodbye, and hanging up. I had a bad feeling that was starting to boil in my stomach, so I waited for him to turn around and look at me. When he did, the look in his eyes said that he wasn’t very happy.

“What’s wrong?”

“That was Seppo.”

“Ok. What’s wrong?”

“The new tour has been scheduled.”

“So?”

“Well, it means that I have to go away for awhile…” He was so cute when he was being sad for no reason!

“Don’t be silly, I can go with you. With Viva La Bam on permanent hiatus I have a lot of free time. Johnny won’t mind if I don’t appear as often in the new season of Jackass.”

“Bammi, I want you to go, but there’s something else…”

My stomach clenched. “What is it?”
“We’re touring with Negative.”

Negative. Jonne Aaron. Ville’s ex-flame. Granted, they had ended amicably enough, and they were still friends, but I wasn’t too happy about them being on tour together in such close proximity for so long. It’s not that I don’t trust Ville. I don’t trust Jonne.

“Well. It’s all right. I mean, do you want me to go?”

“Yes, Bammi, of course I do! You know that there’s nothing between me and Jonne anymore, right?”

“Of course, Babe.” Ville looked so relieved that I immediately felt guilty for being so paranoid.

“Good.”

“When does the tour start?”

“Next month.”

“Plenty of time for me to tie up any loose ends here for a few months.”

“Good. I’m gonna go take a shower.” I nodded and he disappeared into my en-suite bathroom, not bothering to close the door. I heard the water running and grinned wickedly. I could hear him singing to himself as he bathed, and the thought of him in the shower, naked and singing made me hard all over again. My ass throbbed in protest as I got off the bed and headed towards the bathroom.

Ville's POV

I was so glad that he’d reacted so well to Jonne being on tour with HIM again. I hadn’t really seen him since we had parted company last year. He had taken it well, even wished me and Bam luck. I knew that I had hurt him, but I had been in love with Bam for so long that I couldn’t lie to Jonne anymore by pretending to be in love with him.

I felt terribly guilty, though, because there was something else I had neglected to mention to Bam. I had gotten a rather…interesting letter from Jonne earlier in the week, forwarded to Castle Bam from Helsinki. It was the sort of letter than one sends a lover, complete with pink, scented paper and a lipstick printed kiss by the signature. I had thrown the letter away, not because I was angry at Jonne for it, after all that’s just who he is after all, but I knew that Bam wouldn’t be so happy if he saw it.

Negative touring with us guaranteed us a bigger audience, and I loved hanging out with them, including Jonne, but just the same, I was glad that Bam was going to be there. After getting regular sex for six months, I wasn’t sure how I was going to be able to handle a few months of celibacy, save for the few times that Bam would fly out for concerts. It would be bad. I’d be walking around with a constant hard-on all the time. Just the thought of it made me shudder. I’d spent too many tours jerking myself off in the bathroom of the tour bus, unable to get rid of the ache no matter how many times I made myself come to thoughts of Bam. It wasn’t to same, and it wouldn’t be good enough. Thankfully, Bam had offered to come on tour, like I’d wanted to ask him to, so I wouldn’t have to worry about it. He’d be there to satisfy all of my needs.
Speaking of needs, even thinking about all of this is getting me really hard again. My ass is sore, and I’m sure Bam’s is too. Hell, by now he’s probably downstairs eating and watching cartoons. I run my hand down my stomach, stopping to smile briefly at the tattoo on my abdomen that Bam and I share. I try to imagine that it’s his hand, which is hard because my hands are so feminine (plus, my nails are painted black right now.) I begin to slowly pump my cock into full erection, sighing softly at the feeling of the water hitting my arousal-sensitive skin. As much as I hate jerking off, sometimes I really can’t help it. I’m not sure what’s happened to me, but I have this problem recently that I cant seem to get off enough. It’s really becoming bothersome, as I’ve begun to get erections in the worst possible times. Y’know, like dinner with Bam’s parents, etc. I could jerk off 10 times a day, easily. It’s awful! I just had amazing sex with Bam, and here I am, hard, aching, and jerking off. Oh well, could be worse. It could be the other way around, where I NEVER wanted sex, and COULDN’T get it up. Oh, god, what a terrible fate that would be. I’m jerked from my reverie again by the shower curtain flinging open and a very nude, very hard Bam standing there watching me.

“Holy shit, Bam! You scared the shit out of me!”

“Damn, Ville, you look so hot. You’re like…insatiable!”

“I know, Bammi, I can’t help it! I’m horny all day long and I don’t know what to do about it!” I ran a hand through my hair and looked at Bam helplessly.

“Doesn’t sound like a problem to me.”

“Oh, come on, Bam. You can’t be here to jerk me off all the time, and I mean I’m horny ALL THE TIME. When we were having dinner with your mom, all I could think about was fucking you.”

“So that’s why you wouldn’t stand up the whole evening.”

“Yes. It’s been so bad. My dick aches because it’s hard so much!” I looked up at Bam to see him trying not to laugh at me. His face was flushed bright pink with the effort.

“It’s not funny, Bam!”

“Sure it is! Do you know how many men would cut off their left nut for your ‘problem’?”

“They can have it. Even right now, all I can think about it how horny I am, and how naked sexy you are. And how badly I just want to fuck you.”

“So fuck me.” He shrugged like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“It’s too soon after your first time.”

“Oh hush, it is not. I’m not even sore anymore.” He stepped into the shower. “So, speaking of this new problem, how long had you been jerking off before I came in here?” He leaned flush up against me, our dicks rubbing against each other’s, and whispered in my ear.

“Just a few minutes.”

“How did it feel?” he ran his hand down my side, his fingers ending at the hollows of my hips, one of my most erogenous areas.

“God, it felt good.” He suddenly grasped my cock, tugging aggressively on it and almost making my knees give out.

“Fuck, Bam.”

“You want this, Ville? You want me to make you come?”

“God, yes. Please.” He went to his knees in front of me, taking the head of my cock in between his lips. I ran my fingers through his hair, grasping his head. He pushed my hips against the tile wall and held me there, not letting my thrust my hips into his mouth. Slowly, so slowly, he took more of my cock into his mouth, swallowing the entire length of it until I could feel the back of his throat against the head. I whimpered, my body trembled, my dick pulsated, and I knew it wouldn’t take long before I was spent. I glanced downward and met Bam’s eyes as he bobbed up and down on my cock. When I looked further down, I saw that he had his hand wrapped around his own cock and was stroking it hard and fast, just the way I love to stroke him. He was making small moans around my cock and it was making me want him all the more. Suddenly he stopped, and while his hand remained around my cock, stroking me, he grinned wickedly at me.

“Fuck me, Ville.” I shook my head. “You know that you want to.” I shook my head again, unable to speak. “I want your dick inside me.” All I could do was whimper. “I want you to shove me against the wall and fuck me.” God damn, I wanted it too. “I want you to take out all of this sexual aggression on me.” I couldn’t stand it anymore, the dulcet sounds of his voice, the image of him stroking himself, the look in his eyes that told me that he wanted me as much as I wanted him. It was too much. I bent down, grabbing him by the arms and pulled him to his feet. I roughly pushed him into the wall, so that his face was against the cold tile.

“This is what you want, Bammi?” He nodded. Which was good because the last of my self control slipped away when I saw that his hand was still around his own dick, pumping furiously. I grabbed a bottle of shampoo, squeezing some into my hand and quickly coating my cock with it before ramming into him without warning, without preparation. He screamed loudly, and I held my place inside of him to allow him to get used to the feel of me. He was so hot, so tight, I could have come right then, but I held on with everything I had. I didn’t want it to end quite so quickly.

“You gonna fuck me or what?” He asked with a grin. I answered by drawing out and ramming back into him as hard as I dared, I moaned against the back of his neck, placing gentle kisses there despite the aggression of my thrusts. I angled myself so that I hit his prostate with each thrust inward, and soon he was moaning and panting, begging me to finish him with my hand. I was eager to comply, feeling my own climax approaching.

“Oh, god…Ville, right there! That’s the spot..”

“Bammi, oh god, Bammi…Brandon,,,,you’re so tight…I needed this so bad…”

“Fuck me, Ville! Keep going, auugh, I’m so close!”

“Me too, Bammi…I’m right there…”

He placed his own hand over mine on his cock, squeezing with me as I pumped him furiously, probably more roughly than would have felt good under normal circumstances, and soon I felt his body tense and his cock jerk. I felt his release, heard him scream my name before I grabbed his hips with both of my hands and fucked him as fast and as deep as I could. All the while, I heard him talking to me softly,

“Come for me, Ville. I want you to come inside of me. God, you’re so hard…”

“Oh, god, Brandon…here I—“ I couldn’t even finish the sentence before I felt my cock jerk and felt the explosion of my orgasm overwhelm me. I fell to my knees, taking Bam down with me, and thrust weakly a few more times before pulling out. Immediately, I felt my chest constrict with the beginnings of an asthma attack. Bam had the foresight to grab my inhaler and hold it to my lips before I could get too deep into the attack. I smiled my thanks and he rubbed my back, kissing my eyelids and cheeks.

“I’m going to be sore from this!”

“God, Bammi…I’m…sorry…”

“No, I loved every minute of it. Now we should probably actually bathe and then go eat. I’m starving!”

“You’re always starving!”

“Not all of us can smoke away our appetites!”

I had to laugh at that. “All right, Sweetheart. I’ll take you out to dinner. Anywhere you want to go!”

“Ah, bribery!”

“Naturally.”

“Ok, then, I want to eat here. I want you to cook dinner!”

“Wha..?”

“You said anywhere!”

He had me there. Bam knows that I hate to cook. And he loves to make me do it. Oh well. I suppose he’s worth it. Just so long as I don’t have to wear that ridiculous apron again…
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