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Eros vs Thanatos: Whoever wins... We lose	By : AnkhesenpaatenRa Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > HIM Views: 1899 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the HIM band or any personalities mentioned personally, and I do not profit from these writings.

Chapter List
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We’ll reach Dresden and then… Yeah, ha-ha, hilarious.
Clearly, Bam has overestimated the situation. Well, to hell with that. They entered Mige’s room, in fact, it was the room, which Ville and Mige were supposed to share, and Bam was going to get himself a separate one, but it has emerged that the hotel was fully packed and there weren’t any rooms available. He thought about trying another hotel, but his dear friend immediately passed out on Mige’s big double bed. In the end, it was his bed as well. Meditatively, Bam took a seat on the bed at Ville’s feet, thinking about what he should do now.
‘Hey,’ He touched Ville by his leg.
‘Let him sleep,’ Mige said strictly. ‘He’s tired. He’s got to work tonight. We all got to. But if you don’t let him get his sleep now - in the evening those of us who remain alive will envy the dead.’
‘And what about me?’ Bam asked him astonished. ‘What am I supposed to do now?’
Clearly, Seppo won’t allow him to play the same trick with staying in another hotel. He has told Bam that he had already had enough nervous breakdowns on this tour and he doesn’t have any strengths or money left to gather them all up from hell knows where. But Bam had to admit that the whole idea of spending the night in Dresden away from Ville didn’t excite him at all. Even if the full-on sex wouldn’t happen, he definitely didn’t want to miss on the moment of intimacy. The opportunity to have a little chat, or maybe just enjoy the silence while lying together in bed and holding each other. In the end, this, too, is hell of a sex. Even the fact of them being close to each other was a rush to him. No, there was no way on earth he would going to spend the night away from Ville. He was about to break it all to Mige, but Mige offered him first:
‘Well, you could sleep as well, if you want to, Wham-Bam…’ he said.
‘Righthere?’
‘Right-fucking-here,’ Mige offered hospitably.
‘Mmmm… Thank you, man… Damn, you’re the man, man…’ Bam said feeling a lot more enthusiastic. Well, at least Don Miguel wasn’t kicking him out and that was a good start. ‘But I don’t want to sleep.’
‘Will you shut up… you talking dickheads,’ Ville growled at them impolitely in a colorful and threatening deepness of his natural baritone. However, the meaning of his words didn’t have a slightest effect on Bam, possibly, he didn’t notice it at all fooled by the velvety intonation of the voice. Apparently, to Bam’s ears the phrase “Shut up, you talking dickheads” sounded like a languid call of love.
‘Pu-u-u-u-u-u-us,’ Bam exclaimed affectedly, launching himself at Ville.
Mige has barely managed to stop him, by throwing his arm around Bam’s throat.
‘Huh?’
‘Easy, boy,’ Mige said. ‘You don’t want to do that.’
‘WHYISTHAT?!?!’ Bam exclaimed indignantly.
‘Boy, you have to trust me on this,’ Mige said.
‘Fucking annihilate, will you,’ Ville said.
‘Anni-what?’ Bam asked him, unsure of what exactly he was expected to do.
‘I’ve been studying the habits and routines of this specimen for many years in a row,’ Mige explained. ‘And according to my vast observations - the object shows this type of behavior when it poises you a treat and possibly even wants to kill you. There’s nothing you can do about it. Let’s go have some beer.’
‘Hey Pu-u-us, do you mind if we go out for a drink without you?’
‘If you die there, I won’t even shed a tear,’ Ville said tenderly.
‘When we are dead - remember Rra-ko-ha-mmas, we loved you,’ Mige said. ‘Even though you didn’t deserve it…’
Ville probably decided it was below his dignity to answer Mige.
‘Let’s go pick up Linde,’ Mige said when he and Bam left the room. ‘I guess he wouldn’t mind to chill a while.’
‘Alright,’ Bam agreed. ‘Rokah-what?’
‘Rokah-who?’ Mige asked him in his turn.
‘What was that word you called him?’
‘That’s a Finnish-one,’ Mige explained. ‘Rra-ko-hammas.’
‘Rrrrr…’ Bam said as they entered the elevator. The room witch Linde and Zoltan shared was on a different floor.
‘Rakohammas.’
‘Ra-ko-ha-mmas. What a beautiful language. It sounds so poetic… Ra-ko-ha-mmas, that’s so romantic.’
‘Oh yeah,’ Mige agreed.
‘So does it mean that he won’t even try to rip my head off, if I call him that?’ Bam asked Mige, beaming at him with his radiant blue eyes.
‘A-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA,’ Mige bent in half with laughter. ‘Boy, you’re beginning to talk like a man.’
‘It’s like I got this feeling in my bones, looking at your composed, enlightened face Miguel. I don’t know you that well yet, but I’ve figured something about you and Ville…’
‘Oh yeah,’ Mige wasted no time on objections. ‘Basically, we’ve been living a happy married life for almost eleven years now, and we’re about to have a second child. I’m not sure this one’s mine though. A little bird told me it could be Linde’s fault this time. I have only few recollections of the early days of our marriage. Of the first five years of it, to be exact. Mostly we would spend all day looking at the Vantaanjoki River and smoking weed. In Ville’s opinion those activities had a bad influence on our brains, but I hold a contrary opposite point of view. In fact, Ville and I, we didn’t really talk for the first five years, we’ve been trying to train our supernatural intellectual powers to the point where we would no longer need to use the means of articulate speech to communicate, and switch to telepathy instead.’
‘Wow,’ Bam said with respect.
‘In fact, the first time we had a real conversation was when I came back from the national service,’ Mige continued. ‘Ville came to me, gave me a CD with the songs he and Linde recorded together. Like Wicked Game with misheard lyrics and all that, you know…’
‘Yeah…’
‘…and then he kinda said that if I like it, then we would be having…’
‘Oh Dear God, a baby, is it?’
‘Well, yes, as in – a band.’
‘And what happened next?’ Bam asked him, excited by the story.
‘I liked it,’ Mige said. ‘And then for a couple of month we couldn’t agree on the band’s name. We’ve been fighting about it all the time while we weren’t rehearsing. And then I’ve had enough of it and wrote on my cabinet “His Infernal Majesty”, and said “That’s it, I don’t have the money to buy another one, so this will be our name.” And they agreed.’
‘Oh God, how romantic, can you leave an autograph on my ass, Midge?’ Bam gushed all over Mige, imitating a teenage fangirl.
‘Heavy duties of the star,’ Mige sighed. ‘I can sign your dick as well… I could even think of some lovely one-liner… If you really want me to…’
‘Nah,’ Bam said after a moment of thinking. ‘That would be too much. What if you write there some fucking “Wazzup, Ville!”?’
Mige walked out of the elevator without saying a word.
‘Fuck, I just gave myself away, didn’t I?’
‘Oh yes, you did,’ Mige said. ‘You see, we all thought that you two have been inflating balloons out of condoms last night in the bus.’
‘Tee-hee-hee,’ Bam blushed and giggled silly. ‘Did you need a condom?’ Well, and what else could he ask?
‘No, it just happened that this morning Zoltan placed his tender bottom on the seat and felt something sting his gentle ass-chicks, and that something turned out to be an open condom wrapper. And he was so bitchy about it the whole morning, while you we’ve been having your baby sleep in Ville’s container, and he was so keen to point it out to Ville, who was in a bad mood because he hates night transfers and because he wanted to take a shower and get some sleep, that Ville lost his temper like a complete jerk and might have adjusted Zoltan’s clock a little bit. And then we had to screw with Zoltan.’
‘What, all of you?’ Bam asked him drearily as they walked along the corridor to invite Linde for a gentlemanly promenade.
‘Well, in esoteric sense of it, yes’ Mige explained.
‘I didn’t understand shit,’ Bam admitted.
‘I mean he was all bitter and twisted and we were fucking sick of it,’ Mige said. ‘All of us. We had to calm him down and all. And then, you know, one doesn’t fucking mess with Rakohammas, if he’s not ready to get poured with shit head-to-toe. It’s the unspoken rule we have: if you, unfortunate wretch, have made a poor decision to mess with Rakohammas - resign yourself to the fact that you’re going to be wrecked, and take it as a man.’
‘So what does this Rakohammas mean?’ Bam asked him again.
‘The exact translation would be “a gap-tooth”,’ Mige explained.
‘And what’s a gap-tooth?’ asked Bam.
‘It’s a wicked poisonous rat with long feet,’ Mige gave him a short definition. ‘And it’s called a gap-tooth because there’s… a gap… between its front teeth.’
‘Oh, a gap,’ Bam said.
They knocked on the door of Linde’s and Zoltan’s room.
‘I know what a gap is,’ continued Bam just as serious.
Mige gave him a pat on the head without saying a word.
‘We have a similar thing…’ Bam said. ‘Like, you know, if a girl has a gap between her front teeth it means that she’s a slut and likes anal sex.’
‘I have always admired the Great American Nation. As a kid, I had my heart on the side of the Native Indians, but now I have a better understanding of the reasons of your victory over them,’ Mige said.
‘Man, you’re making fun of me, and I can’t even pinpoint where exactly,’ Bam admitted honestly.
‘If you spit a word – I’m dead,’ Mige warned him.
‘Whoa!’ Linde said as he opened the door. ‘Look who’s here! You guys are right on time.’
‘Let’s go to the bar,’ Mige said. ‘What happened? Did you girls have a fight over an eyeliner again?’
Linde closed the door behind him and walked in the direction of the elevator hall:
‘Apparently, Mr. Zoltan has a damsel in this city and would like to spend with her some time “alone” you see.’
‘He didn’t learn the lesson about what it means to be in a band we gave him the other time,’ Mige said. ‘When we tried to stick a fire extinguisher up his ass.’
‘You guys are hard-core,’ Bam said approvingly, while they were taking a familiar path along the corridor back to the elevator to go to the lobby.
‘That’s Linde for you,’ Mige explained. ‘He reckoned it would be a good idea. Have you ever imagined what happens if you put an extinguisher up someone’s ass and then set it off?’
‘The shit would fly I guess,’ Bam frowned.
‘And hit the fan,’ Mige helped him.
‘I was talking about the extinguisher.’
‘Oh, you are a smart one,’ Linde said.
‘You cunts were trying to pull my leg again, weren’t you?’
‘Nah, well, not really,’ Linde admitted. ‘Scoff at you a little bit maybe, in a friendly way. Well, yeah, we were.’
‘Hahaha,’ Bam said.
‘Hahaha,’ said Mige.
‘Well, as entertaining as it might be to you,’ Linde scratched his head between the dreadlocks. ‘Where am I supposed to go tonight?’
‘You could hang at our room,’ Mige offered him.
‘I’m getting in your way, right?’ Bam whispered sadly.
‘Why is that? ’ Linde wondered.
‘Let’s put it this way,’ Mige said philosophically as they entered the elevator for the second time. ‘You see, Linde, long story short – Ville, Bam and I, are having a twisted threesome tonight in our room,’ Mige explained. ‘Gap-tooth is going to sleep with Bam and I will be sleeping by myself, as I didn’t find me a girlfriend. Therefore, you, Linde, are more than welcome to come. As you can see, you couldn’t cause us any bother even if you wanted to.’
‘I got you,’ Linde giggled. ‘I’ll come. Now I don’t want to be mean, but I’m fed up with Zoltan.’
‘Oh yeah? What is it this time? ’ Mige asked him.
All the time while they were walking down the corridor and later in the elevator Mige kept holding his arm casually around Bam’s shoulders. Bam took it as the greatest honor and in his turn was happily clinging to Mige’s arm with his both hands. He was beaming. They accepted him. At the moment, even the embarrassment for his reckless outbreak in the bus wasn’t burning him too much. Of course, he did understand that these fellows would jeer at him for that until the end of his days, but the fact that Mige was embracing him right now…
‘Oh I can’t be on the road for so long, oh, I need some personal life,’ Linde whined in a faggoty voice imitating Zoltan. The elevator doors opened once again.
‘Are you gonna sell the faggot to the Gap-tooth?’ Bam asked quickly.
Linde and Mige shot a look at him.
‘Huh, you are quick to learn the terminology, aren’t you?’ Linde said and headed for the bar.
‘A timely question actually,’ Mige agreed.
‘He has a nice beardo,’ Bam said.
‘Who?’ Mige asked, as they left the elevator without breaking their embrace.
‘Zoltan,’ said Bam.
‘Hey, Lily, let’s take the table by the window,’ Bam felt extremely thankful to them for sticking to English while around him. To be honest, he was ready to burst into tears right there, because unlike them, he knew his true intentions behind staying here with them. He even felt a little ashamed, because it was him thinking with his lower head that left all of them in a pretty damn uncomfortable situation. Blushing, he attempted to stutter some apologies and explanations, trying to compose his words in such a way that neither he, nor Ville would end up looking like faggots. He told them that he was sorry and that he didn’t mean to cause them any trouble, hoping they would distinguish him from Zoltan in their heads, but Mige and Lily just waved at him and ordered some beer. They had a far more interesting topic on their hands.
‘Ville has mentioned on more than one occasion that he’s not happy with Zoltan,’ Linde explained. Instantly, Bam felt as if someone removed a mountain from his chest. They were discussing something completely different from what he originally thought. ‘That’s a long story.’
‘I see,’ Bam nodded shortly.
He didn’t like Zoltan from the very first time he saw him. For some reason he was glad to witness this conversation. And it wasn’t that Zoltan did something wrong, it was more of a feeling, some kind of vibe in the air that made Bam dislike him. Zoltan demanded too much attention from Ville. Furthermore, Bam was taking fucking rejoice in the fact that there wasn’t even a hint of uneasiness between him and Ville’s mates. They didn’t hesitate to discuss their inner band issues in front of him and they didn’t even bother choosing the words. He nearly got hard at the thought that despite his eccentric way of joining their company he happened to become one of them and was someone they trusted with their problems.
In all honesty, Bam was ready to smooch both of them out of the best feelings. He was so overwhelmed that he even gave a little sob, fighting back the tears caused by a sudden torrent of emotions.
‘What’s up with the moisture, Wham-Bam?’ Mige asked him tenderly.
‘You guys are so cool,’ Bam said.
‘Bam, we have only had one beer, don’t you think it too early for that?’ Mige asked him in a father like manner.
‘To be honest with you, I feel like I’m still drunk from my last visit here. I could treat you with some whiskey though. Do you guys want a drink?’
‘No,’ Mige and Linde said sadly.
There was a moment of wistful silence at the table.
‘In fact, we do,’ Linde said.
‘But Seppo says that only the half-naked douche of a singer can be drunk on stage, because a) He can hold onto the mic stand and b) For some inexplicable reason God has given him the voice,’ Mige added.
‘The voice, mmm…’ Bam repeated happily. ‘The voice…’
‘All the other retards playing funny instruments have to be sober.’
‘That’s like some army shit you have here,’ Bam drained his cup of espresso in one gulp.
‘Yes,’ Linde nodded sadly, casting a forlorn look at the rows of bottles at the bar. ‘I would sell my soul for some Jack Daniel’s right now…’
‘But you will start crashing guitars and amps, and throwing beer glasses at the guitar technician,’ Mige told him. ‘And then you’ll forget your name again.’
‘Yes,’ Lind said even sadder. ‘But you can always call me Daniel… I’ve always felt that we have some kind of a spiritual connection, I don’t know… It seems to me that maybe in my previous life…’
‘But his name is Jack,’ Mige reminded him.
‘And mine is Daniel,’ said Linde.
‘C’mon, just one shot,’ Bam whispered seductively in a voice of the serpent hiding among the branches of the tree of knowledge in Eden.
‘How can I possibly say “no” to such a smooth-talker?’ Linde said.
A waiter in a long black apron affectedly placed in front of them a glass filled with ice and three heavy glasses with a carefully measured level whiskey. Bam took a cube of ice and thoughtfully run it across his forehead, after that he put it in his mouth without changing his expression. Meanwhile, at the other end of the table, Linde was inhaling the glorious scent and after a short moment of thinking, he took Mige’s glass and poured its contents into his own.
‘You won't drink it anyway,’ he said.
‘Midge…’
‘What is it, Vanessa?’
‘Midge, did he mention me at all?’ Bam decided to use the moment while Daniel Lily Linde was enjoying an autoerotic experience with his favorite drink.
‘No,’ Mige said in a startled manner.
‘No,’ all of a sudden, Bam turned so utterly miserable, that it seemed as if someone switched off the light somewhere deep inside of him.
‘What do you mean?’ Carefully asked him Mige leaning closer to him on the brown leather seat in the lobby-bar.
‘I don’t know,’ Bam emptied his glass of whisky in one gulp. He wrinkled his nose, covered his mouth with his palm and groaned. ‘My mum asked me where I was going, and I told her I was going to visit a friend, and she was like “Will you be back for dinner?” and I said “Mom, I don’t think so…”’
‘I’m hungry by the way,’ Linde said. ‘Let’s go to your mom for dinner.’
‘Let’s go,’ Bam agreed sadly.
‘Order yourself something, we still have about two hours to spend anyway,’ Mige suggested Linde, passing him the menu.
‘Huh… You know man, Ville and I, we screwed that night in London,’ Linde honestly choked on his whiskey, although he tactfully said that whiskey here probably wasn’t diluted. He put an ice cube into his glass.
‘One will do,’ he explained. ‘It’ll soften the taste.’
Bam and Mige were staring at his manipulations in a pensive silence. Mige was thinking about what to say, Bam was thinking about what to keep to himself.
‘But it doesn’t…’
‘Oh, can I have a veggie-burger?’ Linde asked the waiter, who appeared by their table.
‘And repeat the beer and espresso,’ Mige ordered for Bam and himself. ‘Well, it was pretty obvious,’ he added turning to Bam. ‘You would’ve lost my respect, if you haven’t done that.’
‘Faggots,’ said Linde sipping on Jack Daniel’s and looking wistfully into the distance. ‘I always wanted to find myself a heterosexual rock-band…’
‘A heterosexual rock-band?’ Mige sniggered. ‘I think you’ve knocked on the wrong door, buddy…’
Lily-Daniel giggled.
‘You’re very good people,’ said Bam sniveling once again. ‘I couldn’t lie to you. If I did, later on you would think what a fucking viper you’ve nurtured in your bosom… I… I can’t… I can’t lie to you, and I’m even ready to accept the fact that you’ll despise me for that, but I would rather be an honest sinner than a lying hypocrite… I…’ All of a sudden, Bam could hold his sobs anymore. ‘It seems like I really fucking fell for him…’
‘Youngster, you’re fucking drunk I dare say,’ Mige said in a deep voice.
‘Yes I am,’ said the youngster. ‘I was on a plane here and I saw this stupid magazine cover with a rabbit. With a fucking rabbit, you see?’
‘You’re a very sensitive guy,’ Linde said. ‘Magazine cover with a rabbit.’
‘Bam, are you sure you are not retarded?’ Mige asked him carefully.
‘Go fuck yourself,’ Bam replied.
‘Nah, reactions seem normal,’ Linde agreed.
‘I mean your Gap-tooth… our Gap-tooth… Was holding a rabbit in his hands,’ Bam said.
‘Aw,’ Mige nodded.
‘Aw,’ nodded Linde.
‘There were articles about you in every magazine, and they kept showing this music video from the “Thirteenth Floor”, it hooked me up big time… And then there was this article about you. An interesting one.’
‘Oh really,’ Linde and Mige said in unison.
‘Ville was talking there about your album “Razorblade Romance”, and it was so good, I couldn’t stop reading it…’
‘Oh yeah, he’s good at making those magnificently peculiar statements,’ Mige agreed.
‘I was so overwhelmed by reading and seeing all this stuff that I bought all of your albums. Right on the next day.’
‘The power of love, a force from above,’ Linde agreed.
‘And then I was listening to it nonstop, we went to participate in some competitions and I won a couple of them by the way,’ Bam said proudly, both of the Finnish guys tactfully looked away so he wouldn’t feel like an idiot. ‘Damn, I realized I liked every single thing! Everything!’
‘Good for you,’ Linde said.
‘It just doesn’t happen this way… All of the other albums are shit… And here… I listen to every song, and damn!’
‘Holy guacamole,’ Mige marveled.
‘And you know, I’m not ashamed…’ The waiter was pretty quick to bring a sliced avocado with soya on a grey bread with seeds. ‘I’ll be honest with you, when I saw your video… I even jerked to it a little,’ Bam confessed.
‘An expert in fine art,’ Mige said.
‘Macho,’ said Linde and buried his teeth in his sandwich.
‘I also almost became a vegetarian,’ Bam said.
‘How come?’ Linde asked him.
‘I used to have boobs,’ Bam replied.
‘Bam, there's just one last intimate detail about you left and I’ll begin courting you,’ said Linde crushing his food intently with his jaws. ‘Just one detail. The most crucial one…’
‘Nah, I had them because I used to be a fat-ass.’
‘Oh,’ Linde nodded and took another bite from his sandwich.
‘Fuck, it was like… I don’t know how to explain, it was like I’ve known him for all my life…’
‘Wait, are you going to tell us about you guys fucking?’ Linde asked him carefully.
‘No,’ Bam said. ‘I just showed him a little of what I can do…’
‘You said it won’t be about fucking,’ Linde said.
‘You shouldn’t have bought him that whiskey,’ Mige said.
‘Oh come on, just a little more,’ Linde huffed at him. ‘I’m so fine I’m wine!’
‘Ville’s gonna eat my brains out.’
‘Go, I’ll take care of him,’ Bam said seriously, imitating a scene from a thriller.
‘Oh, that actually sounds like a plan,’ Mige nodded approvingly.
‘ELVIS HAS LEFT THE BUILDING!’ Rich baritone coming all the fucking way from the elevator broke their eardrums. There was no need for them to turn around to know how long they have been there and what has descended upon them.
***
Bam thought he would never feel this way again. According to psychologists, the first impression is something you can experience with a person only once and never again.
But fucking hell, it happened again, and this time it got him even harder than the time before. It was as if this creature recharged itself with some kind of dark energy during those few hours of sleep.
He saw Ville standing in front of him, a tall lean goddess, or a fucking god in a black top and leather pants, which he wore without any underwear. Oh, Bam could swear he saw all the right curves in all the right places. It seemed as if Ville’s skin was shining from inside and the dark eyeliner looked killer on him.
He had been making out with this drunk and sleepy dude in a toilet at the railway station, he should’ve been used to him by now, but instead of that it hit him even harder and even more sensitively on all the same places. He’s already been with him. He knew the scent of his skin, he knew the way he was in bed, and he knew what he’s capable of. Bam knew that if Mige and Linde weren’t around, he would’ve simply collapsed to the feet of this creature, not giving a fuck about the hotel staff… And… It wasn’t about self-deprecation, haha. It simply occurred to him that even that would cause in him erotic sensations of unbelievable power.
‘Willa-a-a-ah,’ he exhaled while Linde was chewing on a salad, intently trying to look sober.
Bam was mature enough to know there’s life after the first time. However, Bam by far wasn’t as mature of a man yet to know that there’s something much worse that can happen after the first time. He was in love with Ville. He was in love with him as he could be with a woman, in love with him as with his very best male friend, and he couldn’t sort out which one of these feelings is more important to him.
Bam sat there feeling deepest admiration towards these friends, who accepted him into their hierarchy, which, apparently, had HIM as the head of it. But even so he was just sitting there ready to jizz his pants seeing Ville’s nipples sticking up under his top, his naked skin, his lips, his hands and… And the fact that Ville didn’t have anything under his pants, he was just… Bam just could see it all now…
‘What’s up?’ Asked the Sex-God… At least that’s what Bam saw. Everyone else’s reaction was significantly more normal. For example, Linde was sucking on a piece of sugar from a sugar-bowl…
‘Bring me wine,’ the deity said.
Without a word, Mige affectionately made Ville sit on his lap. Bam nearly died right there at that very moment. Out of jealousy, hatred and envy. Although, of course, he did understand that out of everyone - Mige was the best guy he could possibly find to be jealous. But it did hurt anyway, because there was a longing inside of him. A longing, which wouldn’t be satisfied with a quickie, he wanted it to be proper, and long, and with elements of you know what, love through denial of love, getting a kick out of it being a little too much. He nearly died, but Ville very defiantly and insolently blew him a kiss sitting with his bare (well, almost, at least to Bam) ass on Mige’s lap, but hot damn, this turned him on so much that any traces of common sense left his brain flew out of the window.
Holy crap, and the night was still young. Bam couldn’t see the edge of Ville’s underwear in these pants, he could only see his muscles, the ones he was not supposed to see, in his head he was already imagining a lot of the stuff, which would surely rather make Ville blush, and all of a sudden it became his main goal. Good god, at this point he was ready to do literally anything, and he was getting a hell of a kick out of the fact that they weren’t even in bed yet, but he was already experiencing the whole lot of the most fascinating sensations while still being here.
Bam had many friends telling him “Just try to get to behind the scenes of the show business and you’ll understand it’s all not what it seems…” By the way, he’s gotten there, and he's understood, but the personal show of Ville, who was pouting his lips at him from Mige’s lap… To his boner it was far worse than the show of a cheap stripper giving her all on the stage… He was losing the sense of reality. He did understand that in fact Ville was teasing him, wholeheartedly, yet so subtly that it was impossible to get back at him. Right now, he was telling him and Linde that Mige is his darling girlfriend…
At the moment, Bam’s mind was so flooded with pictures of what he could, but wouldn't dare do to Ville, at least not right now, that his breathing seized.
A good thing Seppo and Silke, the blond, their tour-manager, entered the lobby. Ville managed to behave a little bit more appropriate and Bam was still hoping that the things he would witness would overcompensate all of his fantasies. Nevertheless, he bit Ville in the ass through his pants when they were getting into the mini-van, enjoying the fact that now nothing was interrupting their union. Long story short, in the end he placed himself on Ville’s lap and almost calmed down.
The key word being “almost”.
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