Adult-FanFiction.org : Celebrity

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.

Chapter List
- 3
- 4
- 5
Bam's POV

Well, after I caught Ville in the shower, and solved his problem temporarily, I got to thinking about it, and it sort of worried me. Why would he suddenly have this absolutely insatiable libido? I mean, granted he’s always been a little horn-ball. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve walked in on him jerking off, even before we got together. I always thought it was hot. But, what can actually cause someone’s libido to go into overdrive? I’ll tell you, he must be taking his vitamins, because even I’m having a hard time wrapping my mind around coming as often as he does. He can’t possibly have any liquid left in him! He’s gonna shrivel up on me unless I can do something about it.

I looked on Web-MD while Ville was making dinner. I found a lot of articles about LOW sex drives, but not about hyperactively crazy ones. I found a few articles talking about adrenal gland problems, but Ville didn’t have any of the other symptoms of such problems. I was stumped. Maybe he was just reverting back into lost teenager mode and it was making him horny? Thinking about it was making me paranoid, so I shut down the computer and walked into the kitchen, where I found Ville. Jerking off. Again.

“Jesus Christ, Ville! You’re gonna make your dick raw!”

“God, Bammi, I can’t help it! I’m not even really that horny, I just can’t get rid of this hard-on!”

“Whoa, whoa, wait…You’re not very horny, but you have a raging hard on?” He nodded at me, continuing his assault on his cock. Good thing we were alone in the house.

“You haven’t been taking any weird medicines or vitamins have you?” He shook his head at me, pumping his dick faster. I paced around the kitchen, for once oblivious to him wanking off in front of me, which would normally have turned me on more than anything. Ville growled in irritation.

“God damnit, Bammi! I can’t make myself come! And this boner wont go away! And now you’re here so I’m horny, and I can’t stop!”

The situation was actually pretty funny, but I decided to not tell Ville that. He seemed genuinely upset about it, after all. I really was too sore to let him fuck me again, but if it would make him feel better I’d have been willing to try.

“What do you want me to do, Sweetheart?” He sighed and released his cock, running his hand through his hair in exasperation.

“I don’t know. But my dick is really sore right now. I’m horny as shit and I don’t even want to rub one out anymore. I just want it to go away.”

I had a really wicked idea, but it was the best I could do. I reached into the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water. Lucky for me, Ville wasn’t paying any attention to me, just staring at his dick like he could make it go down just by glaring at it. When he looked up at me finally, I offered an apologetic smile before dumping the ice-cold water straight onto his dick. Never in my life have I heard someone scream so loud.

“GYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!! Voi vittu Jumalauta Juokse junan alle!” he screamed at me, but when I looked back, his hard on was still there! Shit.

“Oops! Sorry, Ville! I thought it would help”

He glared at me like he wanted to strangle me.

“Bammi, you’re lucky that I love you, otherwise I would kill you.”

Ville's POV

After that horrible water-bottle incident, my dick still wouldn’t go back down. I was beginning to get very sore from it, and my dick was starting to turn a funny shade of purple. Bam tried to tell me that I had to go to a doctor, but I insisted that I would not. He even went as far as to call his doctor’s office and ask them what to do. The receptionist laughed and said to take a cold shower. I heard him say we’d tried that, then he called her a dumb bitch and hung up.

“What was that all about?”

“She told me to tell you to take a cold shower.”

“So?”

“When I said that we tried that, she said that she knew where we could buy you a pocket pussy.”

“A pocket..what?”

“A pocket pussy, you know…a sex toy! C’mon, your dad owns a sex shop, you have to know what it is!”

“I’m sure I do, but I’m not familiar with the term ‘pocket pussy’…Remember? Finnish? What does it do?”

“Well, it’s a plastic vagina. Well, not really plastic, but silicone. It feels real. You put some lube on it, and go to town.”

“Ah, all right. Yes, of course I’ve heard of those.”

“That stupid bitch.”

“Now, now, she was just trying to help. Not everyone is gay, remember Bammi? Some men like pussy!”

“I’m not sure why. Dick is much tastier.”

“I agree, but the rest of the world doesn’t. Hell, my ex girlfriend preferred the taste of pussy and she was supposedly not gay!”

“Yeah well. Jonna’s a bitch. We know that already.”

“So true. Now what are we going to do about the tour? I can’t be fucking you all day and all night.”

“We could try.”

“Oh hush. You know it wouldn’t work.”

“Well I guess we’ll have to bind your dick to your leg.”

“What good will that do?”

“It’ll prevent a tent forming in your pants in the middle of interviews and concerts.”

“Ah. That sounds painful.”

“It can be.”

“You speak from experience?”

“Of course. I had to bind my dick every time I went to visit you, or vice versa. I always get a hard-on when you’re around.”

“How sweet…”

I watched Bam turn pink in the cheeks. He was so cute when he blushed. I loved that Bam at heart was simply another HIM fan, not a big-shot celebrity. When I first met him he seemed almost humbled by me! Imagine Bam being humbled by anyone! It just doesn’t fit, does it?

“Earth to Willa Walo!” I blinked and Bam was waffling his hand in front of my face to get my attention.

“Sorry, Bammi, what’d you say?”

“I said that your hard on went away!”

I looked down. So it had. Finally.

“Must be all that talk about taping it to my leg…” I shuddered dramatically.

“Good. Now all we have to do is hope that it doesn’t come back until we’re ready for it!”

“Lets hope so. Because honestly, Bammi, I’ve been getting so horny that I almost can’t control it! I have to fight myself not to bend you over and fuck you stupid!”

“I like it when you fuck me stupid.”

“But I can’t do it all the time, and whether you admit it, or whether you like it, I have to be gentle with you…I could hurt you!”

“But you haven’t and you won’t. I trust you, Willa. Even with my sacred ass!”

I couldn’t help but laugh at him.

“Don’t worry so much, Willa. It’ll be all right. I can jerk you off 20 times a day if you want!”

“Lets hope it doesn’t come to that.”

“Yeah, my hand would fall off.”

We sat down and enjoyed a quiet dinner while watching “The Nightmare Before Christmas” what can I say? It’s the best.

It was getting late so we decided to retire to bed for the evening. I stripped to my boxers, deciding that given the current situation, it might be best to not be naked with Bam for a night and slipped under the covers. Bam followed suit and wrapped his arm possessively around me after turning off the light. I was asleep almost instantly, wrapped in the arms of the man I loved.

Bam's POV

After I made sure that Ville fell asleep ok, I followed suit. Nuzzling my nose into the back of his neck, and with his ass pressed into my abdomen, I dreamed of our wedding.

When I woke up the next morning, my first thought, as always was- “Oh my god, I’m so fucking horny.”

I’m not sure what it is about mornings that has such an effect on me. My erection was pressed into Ville’s tight ass as he slept, blissfully unaware. I bit my lip as he stirred slightly, pushing his ass back into my cock, and I tried not to moan. I didn’t want to wake him up, and above all, I didn’t want to make him horny, since he was having such problems. I carefully laid on my back, his ass now pressed against my hip and ran my hand down to the elastic on my boxers. I know I should have left the room, but I love watching him sleep, and it was definitely a pretty picture to jerk off to. I wrapped my hand around my aching cock, and pumped once, slow and firm just to get a feel for what I was in the mood for that morning.

I guess I wanted it rough because before I knew it, my hand was pumping up and down very fast and very hard. I reached my free hand over to the nightstand and grabbed the lube, barely taking the time to squirt some into hand before continuing my assault. The lube intensified it 10 fold and a low moan escaped my lips before I knew what I was doing. My back arched, my eyes were closed to fully enjoy the sensation of it. I was going at it for a few moments when I felt another hand close over top of mine. My eyes snapped open to behold a very awake and very sexy Ville gripping my hand which was gripping my dick. The look in his eyes was smouldering, and I cast him an apologetic shrug.

“I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“Why ever not? I wouldn’t want to miss this!”

“I didn’t want to make you hard again.”

“Too late.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m not.”

“Please fuck me.”

“Ok.”

Before I could say Haggard, he was in between my legs with his cock rubbing against mine. My eyes rolled back into my head at the sensation. Maybe a constantly horny Ville wasn’t such a bad thing after all. I felt a finger press into me and I hissed in slight pain. Before I could get used to it, a second finger was pushed in, cold from the lube. I looked up into Ville’s eyes and saw pure raging lust. It turned me on more than anything else he had done…that is, until his long and talented fingers began flicking and pressing against my prostate.

“Oh, shit, Ville!! Stop or you’re going to make me come.”

“That’s all right. Come if you want.”

“No, I want to come with you!” Ville pulled his fingers out of me and without skipping a beat he slid his cock inside of me.

“Oh, god, Ville!!!”

“Bammi, I love you so much.” He whispered against my forehead.

“I love you Willa.”

I felt his right hand grab onto my ass for leverage, his left supporting his weight over me. He pulled out, pushing back in tantalizingly slowly. He continued this pace until I was begging him to speed up, to fuck me.

“Bammi, you’re making this hard on me…I don’t want to get too over-zealous.”

“Dammit, Ville, just shut up and fuck me!”

He must have taken me at my word because next I knew, he was slamming into me harder than he’d ever dared before. I felt my skin tear, but I was so involved with the wonderful feeling of him fucking me that I didn’t notice. Either that or the extra pain just flat did it for me. I felt his hand wrap around my cock, pumping me twice before I screamed and came hard into his hand, my come coating his chest, even reaching his neck, it was so violent. I hadn’t even felt the orgasm build. It was suddenly just there. He continued to slam into me, his hand returning to my ass to drive himself into me.

“God, Bammi…I’m so close, but I can’t….reach it…” Poor Ville looked frustrated enough to cry, so I tried a little bit of naughty talk, figuring I could always finger him if that didn’t work.

“Ville, you’re so hard…and I want you to come so bad…”

“Bammi, you’re making me insane…you’re so hot and tight…I want you on top of me. I want to watch you move above me as I fuck you.”

It was a position we hadn’t experimented with too much, but at this point, I was willing to try anything to give the poor guy release. I nodded and he laid down on his back watching me straddle his hips. It was deeper from that angle, sharper. But it caused him to bump my prostate with every thrust, so soon I was hard all over again and feeling the boiling in my abdomen telling me I was going to come soon. I wrapped my hand around my own cock, pumping hard each time his erection bumped my prostate. It was almost too much. I was seeing stars in his eyes as his eyebrows knitted together and he whimpered.

“Bammi, I’m gonna come…” He sounded so desperate it made my cock jerk in response.

“Come for me, Ville… I want to watch your face as you come”

He screamed hoarsely and I felt his cock harden even more if it was possible and then jerk violently as he came, screaming my name.

“Bam, Bammi, I’m coming! Oh god!!!”

All it took was watching his face contort in the fit of orgasm to push me over the edge.

“Here I come, Ville….oh, shit!”

I came violently on his stomach and chest, his hands squeezing tight enough on my hips to bruise as he pushed himself up into me a final time before his body relaxed.

“God, Bammi… That was so hot. I needed that so badly..”

“No complaints here.”

I pulled off of him, moving to lay down beside him. I reached onto the floor and handed him an old nasty T-shirt that had probably been there forever. He used it to wipe the massive amount of come off of his torso, laughing when I told him there was still some on his neck. He unwrinkled the shirt to find that it was my Yellow Submarine Beatles shirt. He made a disgusted face at it.

“Well, that’s about all this shirt is good for.” He then proceeded to throw it across the room into the trash can by my desk.

“Heeey! I like the Beatles.”

“And I thought you had good taste.”

“Well, I chose YOU didn’t I?”

“I guess even those with the worst taste have a once-in-a-lifetime epiphany.”

I slapped him playfully. “You arrogant little thing.”

“You love it.”

“Maybe, but now I want pancakes!”

“Pancakes.”

“Yes, pancakes! Let’s go to IHOP!”

He laughed at me before getting up off the bed and heading towards the bathroom.

“All right, but I have to shower first.”

“Oh, but you take forever to shower!”

“I’ll be quick I promise.”

“Liar.”

“I will, honest! I won’t even wear eyeliner or do my hair.”

I folded my arms and pouted. He rolled his eyes at me before proceeding into the bathroom. I heard the water turn on and after a few minutes he yelled out to me, “Bammi! I can’t reach to wash my back!”

I grinned, heading towards the bathroom, knowing what that meant in Ville-ese. It meant that pancakes were going to have to wait. And that was all right with me.
- 3
- 4
- 5
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

I Was In Love