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More than a feeling	By : Alaine Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > HIM Views: 1947 -:- 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
- 4
- 5
Please read the Authors note, it contains some important information!

I’m so sorry for this delay, I wanted to post it earlier but I was having a bit of a writers-block. Anyway, here is the fifth and final chapter of “More than a feeling”. Enjoy! Finally, a warning, there is MATURE CONTENT ahead. Don’t read if you can’t handle it.

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“B-Bam?” Ville asks, his voice shaking.

“Yes?”

“C-could you p-please slow down a b-bit? I’ve got the feeling we’re going to fall any minute now!” Ville’s voice is shaking even more.

“Yeah, sure! I’m sorry, I just get excited from going down hill. Oh, here’s one coming now, very steep, so hold on tight!”

Bam grins, as he feels Ville tightening his arms around Bam’s waist, pressing his face against Bam’s back.

Bam accelerates and races down hill. Faster and faster. He feels the wind on his face, cool and crisp. His hair flies in every direction, his eyes are watering by the speed he races down hill.

Meanwhile, Ville keeps his face pressed against Bam’s back. His eyes are tightly shut and he refuses to open them. He gasps every now and then when the bike accelerates and hits a bump on the road.

“Come on Ville! Open your eyes and enjoy the speed!”

“N-no thank you, I’m just fine…” Ville answers. But after a few moments, he does open his eyes. He leans back, relaxing a bit and loosening his hold on Bam’s waist. He looks around and sees the houses and trees passing at a tremendous speed.

Suddenly he sees it; a gap in the road. Bam doesn’t seem to see it, too caught up in the sheer pleasure of speed.

“Bam! BAM! WATCH OUT!”

Confused, Bam snaps out of his trance. He hears Ville shouting something, but he can’t decipher the words he is saying. He looks in front of him and see the hole. He shouts, but it’s too late.

The front wheel hits the hole and sends them flying. With a loud crashing sound they land. For a few moments, all Ville can do is lie still and groan in pain. Slowly he tries to get up. Every muscle aches, but he’ll live. Quickly, he looks around for Bam, to see if he’s okay.

A few yards away from Ville, lies Bam, face down. He rushes over to Bam and gently turns him over. Bam’s face is covered with cuts and bruises and slowly, blood oozes from the corner of his mouth. He feels for a pulse. Ville sighs, relieved. Bam just seems unconscious, but he’ll live.

After a few moments, Bam’s eyes flutter open. With much difficulty, he manages to open them completely. He groans and tries to get up. He collapses back on the ground with another groan.

“What the hell happened? Why am I feeling like shit?”

Ville sighs, smiling slightly. It seems Bam is back to his usual ranting self.

“We came of that hill,” Ville points behind him. “And then I noticed a gap in the road, and shouted it to you. When you didn’t respond, I knew it was too late. Next thing I knew, we were flying through the air and I heard you land with a crash. You’ve been unconscious for a few moments, but that’s it.”

Bam whistles low.

“Right… I am sorry. It’s just that I was enjoying the speed too much, to notice anything around me.”

Ville shakes his head and smiles.

“That’s all right. I know the feeling. I experience something like it every time when I’m standing on the podium, with thousands of screaming fans before me. The moment when the fans start screaming, I feel such a rush of energy flowing through my veins.”

Bam smiles, then grimaces. His face twists in pain, when he starts noticing a throbbing pain in his ankle. Carefully, he makes another attempt to get up, only to collapse again. He groans in frustration. Again, he tries to get up, but with the same result; he collapse again. He swears loudly.

Ville smiles inwardly at Bam’s useless attempts to get up. Finally, after the fifth time, does he walk over to Bam and extends his hand.

Bam, still incredibly annoyed by the fact that he can’t get up, suddenly sees a hand in front of him. He looks up, and feels himself blushing when Ville looks down at him with a soft smile.

Ville sighs inwardly. Bam’s cheeks are covered by a light blush, and he shyly looks up at Ville between his eyelashes.

“If only…” Ville thinks.

Little does he know, that Bam is thinking exactly the same thing.

Bam breaks the enchantment, by grabbing Villes hand, and pulls himself up. The moment he stands, he stumbles and is about to collapse. It is prevented when Ville once again wraps his arm around Bam’s waist.

Bam’s blush only seems to increase, now his whole face instead of only his cheeks. He looks away to hide his blush.

Ville smiles to himself, wondering why Bam is blushing even more and looking away from him. He guesses it’s the fact that Bam is used to do everything himself, and now has to get help from someone else.

“I’m sorry, but I think we will have to leave the bikes here. I can’t walk with you ánd two bikes home.”

Bam just nods, still refusing to look at him.

“It’s not that far anyway, we only have to go a couple of blocks.”

Within a few minutes they’ve arrived at Bam’s house. Ville notices the house is being neglected. The front garden is crying out for attention; the grass is way to long and the flowers, if you can still call them flowers, are dropping sadly. He walks up to the front door, half walking, half dragging Bam along with him.

When they reach the front door, Ville looks at Bam expectantly. Bam groans, now only concentrating on his ankle. The pain is growing worse by every step they’re taking.

“Bam?” Ville asks.

Bam snaps out of his thoughts and gives Ville a guilty look.

“Sorry, it’s just that my ankle is killing me. What is it?”

“The key.”

“Oh right! The key.”

Bam starts fumbling in his pocket, digging deep. He mutters under his breath when he can’t find the key. Finally he finds it and gives it to Ville. Ville nods and takes the key. The arm that is wrapped around Bam’s waist, tightens, and the next thing Bam knows, he is pulled flush against Ville’s body. He blushes heavily and tries to conceal it by looking away again.

Luckily, Ville doesn’t seem to notice, he is to busy muttering and swearing under his breath, when the key won’t turn in the lock.

“Common, stupid fucking thing! Bam, what the hell is wrong with this key? Look at it, it will go in the lock, but when I try to turn it, it won’t budge!”

Bam turns his head to look at Ville, his eyes confused.

“Of course it works! You just turn it and open the door. How hard is that?!”

Ville grits his teeth and makes another attempt, while muttering under his breath about stupid and arrogant American skaters.

“It still won’t work! You try!” Ville say, wrenching the key from the lock and giving it to Bam.

With an easy smile, Bam puts the key in the lock and turns it. The lock clicks open and the door swings inward. Smirking, he turns his head to Ville and grins at the disbelieving expression that covers Ville’s face.

Bam grins again, leans close to Ville and whispers; “You were turning it the wrong way.”

With that, he releases himself from Ville’s arm and, with his painful ankle in the air, hops into the house.

Ville notices his mouth is still hanging open. He closes it quickly when he notices he is being watched and giggled at by two girls that are walking by. He gives them a glare, turns on his heel and walks into the house, slamming the door behind him.

He looks around in the house, noticing it is even more neglected than the garden. Everything is dark, except for a dim light, coming from the living room. He assumes that is where Bam is. He walks over and lets out a small gasp.

There, on the couch, lays Bam. His eyes are closed and he has a small and peaceful smile on his lips. His hair curls down his face in a messy fashion, framing his face in a delicate way.

Ville softly lets out his gasp, and walks over to Bam. He gently trails a finger down Bam’s cheek, hoping that the soft touch will not wake him.

Bam stirs in his sleep. Startled, Ville pulls his hand back. Bam’s eyelids flutter slightly and he lets out a soft moan. Ville groans, feeling it’s effect at his groin. He looks down at Bam again, and feels relief wash over him when he notices Bam is still asleep.

Ville moves away from him, and sets himself in a chair near Bam. He switches off the light, and leans back in the chair. He sighs, and allows the events of the day wash over him. Giving his last thought to Bam, he closes his eyes and lets darkness overtake him.

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Bam wakes up, to find himself in total darkness. He groans softly, he can still feel his ankle throbbing slightly. With a sigh, he allows himself to sit up. Switching on the light next to him, he glances at his watch. 11.00 p.m. Time to go to bed, he thinks by himself.

With an enormous effort he manages to hoist himself up. He gives a hiss in pain when his injured foot hits the ground. Just that moment, he hears it. A sigh, coming from right behind him.

He slowly looks over his shoulder, only to see Ville sitting in a chair nearby him. Ville’s head is dropping, his curly hair preventing Bam to see his eyes. Slowly, he turns his head again, and trys to hop as quietly as he can to the door, determined not to wake Ville.

He’s barely made it out of the living room when he hears something behind him. He ignores it and continues his journey to his bedroom.

“Bam?”

Bam freezes. He closes his eyes and swears under his breath.
“Bam?” Ville calls more urgently.

Bam decides to ignore him and resumes his way to the stairs. He hears Ville getting up and moving towards him. Still, he refuses to stop.

Suddenly, arms wind around his waist from behind and he is pulled back against Ville. He struggles, but Ville only tightens his hold around Bam’s waist.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Ville murmurs softly in Bam’s ear.

Bam can’t supress the shiver that runs down his spine and opens his mouth to form an answer, only no sound comes out.

“You didn’t really think that I would let you climb those stairs alone with that ankle of yours?” Ville softly says. “Why didn’t you ask me for help?” The tone in his voice turns accusing.

“B-because you were sleeping and I didn’t want to wake you. Y-you looked so peaceful.” Bam’s shaking voice finishes softly.

He is very much aware of Ville’s warm body behind him and he feels himself growing hot. He silently prays that his groin won’t respond, but it’s inevitable. He feels his erection digging painfully against his tight jeans.

He curses inwardly, and again trys to struggle against Ville’s hold. This time, Ville does let him go, his arms slipping from Bam’s waist.

Bam turns around, hoping that Ville will not look down at his jeans. Apparently, his prayers have been heard, because Ville is watching his face. Bam looks back and sees himself reflected in Ville’s eyes. But there is also something else.

Bam looks harder, trying to identify the feeling that is revealed in Ville’s eyes. With a shock he registers the feeling is hurt. He turns away from Ville to hide his confusion and shock.

Suddenly he feels a arm slip around his waist. He looks up and notices Ville looking at him. His face is blank, all feeling are hidden.

“If you’ll allow me, I will help you up these stairs.” Ville says, no emotion at all in his voice. Bam just nods and allows himself to be half dragged up the stairs.

When they reach Bam’s bedroom, Ville immediately releases Bam. He turns around and is about to walk down the stairs, when Bam catches his wrist. Ville doesn’t turn around and pulls at his wrist, but Bam won’t let go.

“Let me go, Bam. I will sleep downstairs.” Ville’s voice is still not revealing his feelings, but Bam can hear a slight shake in his voice.

“No.”

Confused, Ville looks around. He sees Bam staring at him and he allows himself to step closer.

Bam lets his wrist go and looks anywhere but at Ville’s face.

“Bam?”

Bam can hear the unspoken question in Ville’s voice. He swallows, but still doesn’t look up.
For a few long moments, neither of them say something, when Bam breaks the silence.

“Look, I don’t know what just happened downstairs but –“

He cuts himself off, refusing to finish the sentence. Instead he starts a new one.

“Look, I’m very tired, and I’m going to bed.”

He feels Ville sliding a finger beneath his chin, forcing him to look up.

“Finish your other sentence Bam,” Ville softly says, but there is something is his voice that makes it impossible for Bam to refuse. He takes a deep breath.

“Okay. Look, I don’t know how to say this, but I’m just going to do it. I don’t know what … happened downstairs,” He makes a vague gesture with his hand in the direction of the stairs. “But I do know we both felt something. I can’t tell what but…”

He looks up at Ville, waiting to see his reaction.

Ville feels as if his heart has stopped beating. For a moment, he can’t say anything. Then, he clears his throat and speaks.

“I-I know what you mean. I don’t know what it was, but there was something. Like .. a spark! But, you’re tired, I’m tired, so I suggest we will continue this conversation in the morning. I will sleep downstairs. Good night.”

With that, Ville turns on his heel and prepares to go back down stairs.

He feels a desperate need to be on his own, to let everything sink in, that has just been said. Slowly, he walks to the stairs and descends it.

“Wait.”

Ville stops in his tracks and turns around.

Bam is looking at him, with almost a shy expression on his face.

“I-if you want to, y-you can s-sleep with me. I don’t mind, my bed is big enough for two.”

When Ville doesn’t respond, Bam feels like he’s made a mistake, so he quickly tries to repair any damage that has been done.

“B-but you don’t have to, if you don’t w-want to…”

Ville sees Bam’s hurt expression and smiles gently. He climbs back up the stairs and walks over to Bam.

“Of course I want to,” Ville softly says, taking Bam’s hand in his.

Together, they walk into Bam’s bedroom and climb into the bed.

At first, it’s a little uncomfortable, but after a moment, Ville moves closer to Bam and wraps his arm around Bam’s waist. Bam blushes and smiles. He curls his own hand around Ville’s shoulder, and like that, they fall asleep.

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Bam wakes up, when he feels the warmth of sunlight upon his face. He also feels someone else, next to him. He opens his eyes completely and is greeted by green eyes that are filled with warmth.

“Good morning, sweetheart.”

Ville is bed with him. Bam also feels something else, and realizes Ville’s arm is wrapped tightly around his waist. Witb a shiver, he remembers last nights events.

“G-good morning.” He manages to stutter. Ville just smiles and pulls Bam more fully against him. Bam swallows again, and pulls himself away from Ville. Ville looks at him, confusion clearly in his eyes.

“It’s my …” Bam begins and blushes. Instead, he points down, at his groin.

Ville’s gaze travels down his body and comes to rest at his groin. A smirk lightens his face. Bam’s erection is proudly sticking out. He is just about to enjoy the view, when Bam covers his erection. Ville’s eyes snap back to Bam, who looks away.

Ville sighs and steps out of bed. He walks over to Bam’s side of the bed, and extends his hand.

Still not looking, Bam grabs the hand and allows Ville to hoist him up. Ville winds his arm around Bam’s waist and pulls Bam with him, heading down the stairs.

When they’re halfway down, he looks back and, to his amusement, Bam is beet red. He smirks and continues his way down the stairs.

He pulls Bam into the kitchen and puts Bam on a bar stool. Ville walks around the table, and sits down directly opposite Bam.

He puts his elbows on the table, presses his fingertips together and looks at Bam. Bam is still blushing, but he is looking at Ville with a shy expression on his face.

Ville swallows and begins.

“About last night.. I.. I think I know what it was.”

Bam looks at him expectantly, nodding at him to continue.

“I.. I don’t know how to say this, but I have to tell you something,” Ville stops and looks directly at Bam. “I don’t know when it started, but at one point in our friendship, I started to develop feelings for you. And it wasn’t like a crush, but these feelings were overwhelming me. Just one moment, I felt nothing, the next I was feeling this.”

He pauses and looks at Bam. Bam’s mouth is slightly hanging open and his eyes are wider than usual.

“I started to feel increasingly uncomfortable around you; everytime we touched, everytime we hugged. At one point, I couldn’t even stand being near you. I was so afraid that I would blurt out everything, and that you would reject. I decided to stop seeing you for a while. Maybe then, the feelings would disappear. Moreover, you were in your own relationship with Missy, so I couldn’t do a thing. I thought it was the best option.”

He closes his eyes for a moment.

“I didn’t see you for months, but still the feelings wouldn’t go away. At one point, they were driving me so insane, that I just wanted to call you and tell you everything, regardless of what the impact might be. Then I heard you and Missy broke up. I can’t say I was sorry, actually I was incredibly excited. I decided to call you and ask if I could come to America. At first you were slightly reluctant, but I decided to push my luck. So, when you agreed, I packed my bags and came here.” Ville finishes.

Bam feels his eyes stinging slightly and he quickly rubs them. He remains silent for a while, thinking about Ville’s confession. He snaps out of his thoughts and realizes he has to make his confession. He looks at Ville. Ville looks at him intently, silently encouraging him to let out everything. Bam swallows and starts his confession.

“I-I don’t know where to start. From the moment I saw you, I knew it. The feelings came suddenly and they overwhelmed me. Everytime we touched or hugged, I was on fire. But I didn’t dare act on my feelings. I thought you wouldn’t understand them, and you would harshly reject me. So I kept quiet. Moreover, I had Missy, so I tried to forget about you.”

Bam swallows again and feels a lump forming in his throat, His eyes start stinging again. He once again feels the pain wash over him.

“But I couldn’t. I couldn’t forget about you. You were everywhere, in my dreams, on the posters on my wall. Sometimes I fantasized about telling you about my feelings. But I never did it in reality. One day, when I was out, Missy found the box, filled with pictures of you. She quickly realized my feelings for you and she broke up with me. It was a blow for me. I had lost my wife and I still I couldn’t tell you. Then you called and asked if you could come over. I tried to refuse, but you were persistent so I said yes. You know what happened after.”

A tear falls down his cheek, soon followed by more. Bam stands up and turns away from Ville.

A arm slips around his waist, and he is pulled back against Ville.

“But I do return your feelings. Don’t you ever forget that.” Ville whispers.

Bam nods and turns in Ville’s arms. He burys his face in Ville’s hair and allows emotion to take over.

After a few minutes, Bam stops. He pulls back and looks at Ville. A soft smile is on Ville’s lips. He raises his head to meet Ville’s eyes. He sees happiness in them. And love. Then he is certain. Ville loves him.

Bam’s face splits into a smile and suddenly he has an idea.

“Ville? I-I just had a question.”

“Yes? You know you can say anything to me,” Ville says, smiling.

Bam swallows again.

“I… I want you to do it.”

Ville looks confused. “Do what?”

“I want you to t-take me.”

“Take y-“

A look of understanding spreads over Ville’s face.

“I know it’s very soon, but I want you to do it.” Bam softly says.

Ville smiles and nods.

“I know what you mean. But I will not “take you”. I will make love to you. Allow me to show you. Just one question. Are you a virgin?”

Furiously, Bam shakes his head. “Of course not!” Then he understands. “Oh… in that way. Uhm.. yes. I am.”

Ville smiles at Bam’s confession.

“All right. I will be very gentle. But first, I will have to do some stretching.”

“Stretching?!”

“Yes, stretching,” Ville says determined. “Otherwise it will hurt. A lot. Trust me I know it.”

Bam blushes for the umteempth time. Ville just grins and gently turns Bam around.

“What are you doing?”
Ville doesn’t answer, but gently pushes Bam over the table, until he is completely bent over.

“This is the most easy position,” Ville explains.

Ville moves forward until he stand directly behind Bam. His fingers slid down Bam’s side and he smiles when he sees Bam shiver. The fingers slid down lower until they reach Bam’s jeans. Ville hooks his fingers between them, and gently slips them off. He does the same thing with Bam’s underwear.

Bam is now completely exposed to Ville. Realizing this, Bam is glad Ville can’t see him blushing. He hears Ville rustle behind him and he looks over his shoulder.

In his hand, Ville holds a small jar of some kind of liquid. Bam looks at him, puzzled. Ville notices this, and smiles.

“Lubricant. We’ll certainly need that.”

Bam looks forward again, to hide his blush. He hears Ville unscrewing the jar and dipping his fingers into the substance.

He jumps when a cold hand comes to rest upon his hip. The hand gently starts to caress his sides.

“I’m just making sure you’re relaxing,” Ville explains him.

Bam just sighs and enjoys the caresses. The hand slowly descends down, until it comes to rest upon his buttock.

Bam freezes when fingers part his cheeks, allowing Ville to see the most intimate part of his body.

“Relax,” Ville whispers huskily.

Bam jumps when he feels a finger slip between his cheeks, coming to rest at his entrance. For a few moments Ville doesn’t do anything. Then, he gently inserts his finger, until it is about halfway in.

“Are you all right?” Ville asks, concerned. Bam says nothing, his arse clenching around Ville’s finger as some kind of response.

Ville takes this as a yes, and pushes his finger deeper into Bam anus. Bam whimpers and Ville stops.

“Are you sure you want to continue this?”

Bam groans and nods. “Y-yes. Just do it.”

Ville sighs, but continues anyway. He inserts his second finger into Bam, next to the first one. Ville groans, feeling his erection, when Bam’s arse clenches even more around his fingers.
Meanwhile, Bam trys to adjust to the fingers that are stuck up his arse. He cries out in pain when Ville slips his third finger into his arse. Ville reaches around Bam, and wraps a hand around his erection.

Ville starts moving his fingers out of Bam’s anus, and pushes them back in. He pushes them deeper and suddenly Bam goes rigid.

Ville smiles, and knows he has found the pleasure spot. He pulls his fingers back again and hits the spot once more.

Bam is seeing stars. One moment he wished Ville would hurry up with his fingers, the next the fingers hit a spot that sent pleasure straight to his groin. He groans again, this time in pleasure, when Ville hits the spot again. Combined with Ville’s hand that is stroking his erection, he feels the familiar burning feeling in his erection.

Suddenly, he has to let it out. He lets out a shout and comes, hard. Wave after wave, the pleasure never seems to stop. Ville’s hand doesn’t stop stroking when he removes his fingers from Bam.

“That was .. intense!” Bam says, still out of breath from his orgasm.

“I know, and it will only become better.” Ville says, amusement is his voice.

Bam feels empty, suddenly noticing the absence of Ville’s fingers. But he soon forgets about it, when he feels Ville’s erection resting against his buttocks. Ville pushes forward slightly. His cock is now resting against Bam’s anus. Bam swallows. This is it. The moment he’s been waiting for.

“Sweetheart, this is going to hurt, I won’t deny it,” Ville whispers. “But is will also give you pleasure. Lots of it. Even more than just now.”

Bam nods, giving his consent.

Ville nods to himself. This is it.

“Take a deep breath,” he says to Bam. Bam does it, and Ville pushes the head of his cock into Bam.

Immediately, a sharp pain shoots up Bam’s spine. He goes rigid and screams with all his might.

“Bam! Do you want me to stop?” Ville asks, barely overvoicing Bam’s screaming.

Frantically, Bam forces himself to stop screaming. He shakes his head, although his body says otherwise.

“Just try to relax, I know it’s hard, but just try. It will get better,” Ville says. “I promise.”

Bam just nods.

Ville gently places his hands on Bam’s hips, and he continues pushing into Bam. At the same time, he pulls Bam back against him. He notices Bam is still having trouble to adjust to his size, but at least he has stopped screaming.

Finally, he is fully buried in Bam’s arse. Ville’s grip on Bam’s hips tighten, and he pulls out of Bam all the way, then pushes back in.

Bam screams again, but this time, Ville can tell, it is of pleasure. He has found the right spot again, so he starts thrusting back and forth in a gentle, but firm manner.

Bam is experiencing wonderful things, his pain has turned into wonderful and glorious pleasure. With each thrust, he feels Ville hit his spot, that sends an electric jolt to his own erection.

Ville starts to plunge in more roughly, sensing Bam is completely up for it. He drives himself deeper with each trust and each time, he lets out a moan.

“Bam, I can’t hold up much longer,” he gasps in Bam’s ear.

Bam’s only reaction is a groan, but it is enough to let Ville know, that he is close himself.

With that, Ville wraps his arms around Bam’s waist and pulls Bam back, until his back is resting against Ville’s chest. His thrusts grow even deeper and more forceful. Finally he feels it, the burning sensation that can only mean one thing. He’s going to come.

“Bam. Let it go. Come for me. Now,” Ville whispers.

Bam lets out a loud cry and he is coming again. This time, it is even more intense. Wave after wave, the pleasure keeps washing over him, like it’s never going to stop. By the sounds he hears behind him, Ville is experiencing exact the same thing.

Ville collapses on Bam’s back, gasping like he’s out of breath.

“That .. was .. intense,” he pants. Bam nods in his agreement, to tired to do anything else.

Eventually Ville pulls himself up. Bam is still bent over the table, but Ville also pulls him up.

Bam turns around, and gives Ville a warm smile.

“You were right. First, all I could feel was the pain, but after that, it was only pleasure. I want to do it again!”

Ville smirks at Bam’s enthusiasm.

“Yes, but not now. I’m completely exhausted.”

Bam gives him a grin, but it suddenly falters.

“Bam? What’s the matter?” Ville asks, concerned.

Bam swallows.

“I.. I was just thinking. This isn’t a one thing off, is it? I mean, you are serious about continuing…” he stops mid-sentence, afraid to finish it.

Ville stares at him for a moment, then walks over to him.

He looks Bam in the eyes.

“No, Bam. I’m serious about this. This is not a one thing off. This is a forever thing.”

Bam’s face lights up again, and he leans in for a kiss. He winds his arms around Ville’s neck, feeling Ville winding his own arms around his waist.

“Or,” Ville adds, as he pulls back. “For as long as it lasts.”

Bam’s shocked expression, make him laugh. He quickly corrects his ‘mistake’.

“No, sweetheart. It’s a forever thing.”

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Ok, that was it! It did turn out with a lot of more fluff than I thought, but oh well. I hope you enjoyed it, so let me know what you think. I might put up an epilogue, but I’m not sure about that. Anyways, on with the next fanfic!

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