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Pressing Matters	By : ChibiShiva Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Children of Bodom Views: 2143 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. I do not know Children of Bodom, and I don't make any profit from this work.

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Summary: It was the vivid nightmares that drove him into Janne's bed; the need for comfort, that someone was there for him.
"So please don't let me go, hold me tight

All that I'm asking: make it alright."

~ Children of Bodom – Roundtrip to Hell and Back
Pressing Matters
Janne Wirman woke up to darkness.
Slightly disoriented and perhaps a little hungover, he sat up in the king-sized bed. He stretched his arms above his head, then lowered them to rub the sleep off his eye. He fell still as he listened to the rhythmic patter of rain on the balcony door and windows, hidden by long flowing white curtains.
Lightning crashed down and bathed the room in an intense blue glow for a split second. Janne got a glimpse of the whole area. Alexi Laiho's tiny frame was curled up in the second bed to his right, making him even smaller by comparison. In his deep sleep, the tiny guitarist didn't even flinch as the thunder roared.
Janne sat at the edge of the bed, his feet rested on the warm carpet. With a grunt, he strode to the patio doors, unconcerned by his own nakedness. He peeked through the curtains and squinted as another lightning flash lit up the horizon. Once he heard the following rumble, he headed towards their hopefully private bathroom for some quick bladder relief, then back out. He stopped by Alexi's bed – the man hadn't even moved an inch. His breath was slow and steady, lips slightly parted in a peaceful smile.
Satisfied, Janne slid back in his sheets and rolled on his side, brown eyes set on the next bed. Despite the raging storm, sleep claimed him.
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A particularly loud thunder clap jerked Janne right away from his sleep. He groaned and cussed in Finnish as he reached for one of the pillows to cover his head with, but something stopped him. Another noise. No... not a noise. A voice, more like.
A cry.
He turned his head towards the other bed. His expression softened. He couldn't see much through the darkness, but the sheets rustling were a good indicator of what was going on. Alexi was probably having a nightmare. Most of the time, it didn't last and he barely remembered anything after waking up. But there were times where he'd wake up in hysterics, fighting off invisible enemies and screaming at the top of his lungs.
Torn apart between letting Alexi sleep or waking him up, Janne opted for an alternative solution. He softly called out the man's nickname. "Allu?"
No response. He tried again, a little louder. "Allu...?"
Still nothing. The sheets stopped rustling, the whimpering came to an halt. Crisis potentially averted. Janne closed his eyes, and quickly dozed off into a light sleep.
The faded echo of a scream tore him back to reality; groggy, he grumbled unintelligibly. As he drifted to sleep once again, he felt the mattress shift. Something warm and soft pressed against his body. He tried to turn around, but that same thing prevented him from doing so. Thanks to another lightning strike, he finally pieced it all together.
Alexi's large grey eyes peered at him.
"I'm so sick of this shit," Alexi muttered as he stirred into a more comfortable position.
Janne wrapped his arms around the lithe shoulders and gently pulled Alexi closer. He watched the smaller body snuggle up with a sigh and the grey eyes fluttered closed.
An instant later, the eyes flashed open. Alexi's breath picked up. His limbs felt weak - had he been standing, he'd have crumbled to the floor. He brought a hand up to his head to steady the pounding in his ears, but to no avail. With a few deep breaths, he buried his face into Janne's chest. His fingers lightly dug into the warm skin.
He could feel it coming. The motherfucking panic attack. They didn't happen as often anymore, but he felt downright pathetic whenever they crept up on him. He didn't want to give in, but every single time he closed his eyes, he lived it all over again. The white padded walls and floor. The screams of the men and women locked up, just like he had been... just like him...
Just like him.
Alexi's frustrated moan bordered on distress. He shut his eyes as if to block the memories, but it only made things worse. He bared his teeth. Even as he laid down, he felt dizzy and light-headed from his rapid breathing. Tears threatened to roll down his cheeks, but he refused to give in.
"Allu?"
Within the darkness, Alexi helplessly searched for Janne's brown eyes. He didn't want to break down again, but so far, his efforts were failing.
He swallowed hard. As much as those visions were from his past, they remained visions; he hadn't woken up in a straightjacket somewhere in a psych ward. He was in a hotel room, naked, in a bed... and he wasn't alone. That's what mattered to him – he wasn't alone. Janne was right there with him, arm around his shoulders... so why couldn't he get the fuck over it?
Thanks to the blue glow of lightning, he watched as the taller brunette shifted to face him. He curled up against the other man. Janne removed a stray lock of hair away from his eyes and pressed his lips against Alexi's forehead. "You okay, Allu?"
Alexi winced and nodded. Little by little, the world around him made more sense. He became aware of his position, pressed against Janne's broad frame. The man's long, calloused fingers brushed against his jaw. His heart rate lowered and the drumming in his head subsided. He kept his eyes on Janne, and did not recoil when the keyboardist's lips locked with his own.
Janne smiled as he withdrew, but he didn't go far. Alexi claimed him again and parted his lips, an invitation to deepen their kiss. The taller brunette caved in; it wasn't the first time, and he was certain it wouldn't be the last. Large hands moved from Alexi's shoulders to his back and side. In a smooth, effortless motion, Janne flipped the smaller body under his. Their kiss broken, Alexi roughly grabbed the other man by the neck and desperately pressed their lips together.
Breathless, Janne pulled away. He used his left arm to support himself as he studied the tiny frame under his. He ran his free hand over the pale tattooed skin before he moved to Alexi's chest, then up to the man's jaw. He brushed his thumb over the thin, pink lips, and lowered his head to steal a quick kiss. Something soft yet firm pressed against his thigh; judging from Alexi's impish moan, he wasn't the only one with pressing matters.
The keyboardist furrowed his brows. He rapidly scanned the room in hopes to find something along the lines of lube – hand lotion, massage oil... hair conditioner? Now if only he could bother to get up and rummage through his personal items...
That, and Alexi was no patient man. Breath ragged and teeth bared, the small guitarist grinded against his leg. "Come on... Janne..." he whined, as his hands pawed the other man's chest. "Come on...."
Janne straightened up and moved between Alexi's legs. A groan of discomfort escaped from the brunette below him. Janne's right-hand fingers slipped into Alexi's mouth. The keyboardist grinned. That tongue was definitely skilled for more than singing."You like to suck, don't you..."
Grey eyes widened and brows quirked in sheepish, yet utterly devious interest. Alexi's tattooed fingers lightly grasped Janne's wrist and removed the digits from his own mouth. "If you wanted me to suck you off, should've just asked."
"I'll know for next time," Janne replied, his grin even wider. The taller brunette moved to the other side of the bed. He watched as Alexi rolled to his side, parted lips aimed right at his throbbing erection. Soon enough, the guitarist's warmth enveloped him. Damn, the man was good. As a satisfying shiver ran down his spine, Janne moved his saliva-coated fingers to his partner's exposed backside. Slowly, he eased one in to gauge Alexi's reaction. He was met with a slight twich, quickly followed by a surprised, muffled giggle.
Janne relaxed against the pillows. His left hand wandered in Alexi's soft hair, while he slowly prepared him with his right. He slid a second finger inside the smaller man. Alexi bucked his hips and let out another muffled moan.
He savoured the sensation of Alexi's warm lips and skilled tongue as they played with him. The quiet suckling noises and groans were a whole other kind of music to his ears. He added a third finger; from the cringe and hushed yelp, that might've been a little too early. It didn't stop Alexi from pushing against the digits, while the moans resumed after a few seconds. He almost felt guilty for removing them... but he wanted to fuck.
Alexi frowned and looked up to Janne, or rather tried to frown; with Janne's hard-on in his mouth, he looked nowhere near menacing. He caught on quick and rolled onto his back, legs spread. "Stop fucking torturing me..." he pleaded, as his decorated hand drifted to his own erection.
Janne chuckled. He slid his large hands under Alexi's knees and dragged him a little closer. He lowered one of the wiry legs, but kept the other up in order to have better access. Satisfied with their position, he finally pushed in.
From the furrowed brows and bared teeth below him, he might have been a little too rough. A soft but heartfelt "Sorry" came out of his mouth. Janne waited a few seconds, until he felt the smaller man was ready, and pushed in further. A grin crept up on his face as he started off slow and steady. He let his fingers wander about Alexi's hips, the warm skin feeling only slightly different than the last girl he'd been with. Not like he was expecting any curves; with all the time spent with Alexi over the years, he damn well knew the man was not a curvy twink... anymore. Attractive damn right, but no twink.
Even more attractive on his back, half-lidded eyes, lips parted, light brown hair draped over the pillow. Seeing how relaxed and comfortable the smaller man had become, Janne picked up the pace. Through the intermittent darkness, he kept his brown eyes locked on the grey orbs below him, on the lookout for any sign of flinching or discomfort.
The very moment he felt Alexi buck against him, he accelerated his pace again. Damn, he had been missing out on this for far too long. He lowered his head once more, pressed his lips against Alexi's shoulderblade and left butterfly kisses all the way up to the other man's mouth. Their lips connected in a rough, intense kiss.
A pair of wiry, tattooed arms secured tightly around his own shoulders. Alexi broke the kiss and closed his eyes, his breath short. He clung to Janne's broad frame as if his life depended on it. "Don't let me go..." he begged, his voice coarse and quiet.
Janne smiled softly at the request. He sat back up and pulled the smaller body on his lap without too much effort, and without breaking their embrace. A soft chuckle escaped his mouth as Alexi squealed and held onto him for dear life, grey eyes wide open.
Still, Alexi burrowed his head in Janne's neck. Lost in the taller brunette's musky scent, he moaned. He had wanted Janne to take control over him, to feel that thick member inside of him and get fucked until he couldn't think straight anymore. And damn did Janne deliver. His groans intensified to the point where he wasn't even sure if he was screaming or not – not that he cared. With those strong arms around his waist, holding him close, he felt so full, so safe, so good...
"Janne..." Alexi arched his back. Thankfully, the other man's large hands prevented him from falling backwards. His eyes widened and he gasped loudly. His hips bucked involuntarily and he moaned even louder as the shaft inside of him hit just the right spot. "Oh fuck, Janne..."
Pleased with the reaction, Janne grinned. Alexi relaxed in his arms. He impaled the smaller man with fervor until keeping this position became a little too challenging for his current tastes, then lowered Alexi on his back and reclaimed his earlier position. Now hovering on top Alexi, Janne bared his teeth against the tiny guitarist's exposed neck. The wiry frame shiver in pleasure as he rammed in and out as hard and fast as he could. Alexi wrapped his arms around his shoulders again. Their lips locked once more in a sloppy, intense kiss, and left both men gasping for air.
The fingers on his shoulders clenched. Relentless, out of breath, Janne thrust even harder, driven by the loud moans coming from under him. He felt Alexi tighten around him, and remained deep inside the small body. He brought his right hand and blindly reached for the other man's erection, his eyes on Alexi's upper body as if he was hypnotized. Pink lips parted and heavy-lidded eyes suddenly opened wide. Alexi's back arched and he let out a loud, high-pitched shriek of unabashed pleasure. Painted nails dug in Janne's skin, but that didn't stop him from thrusting. Even as the smaller man came in his hand and his own stomach, he didn't stop.
Instead, Janne continued. He pushed in and out, as deep as he could, until he felt a pleasing tingle in his groin. It traveled down his spine and spread out through his whole body. His arms shook as he tried his best not to crush his partner. He threw his head back with a roar, teeth bared in an animalistic fashion. Breathless and spent, he finally crashed beside Alexi's tiny frame.
Exhausted, Janne barely noticed it when Alexi cuddled up to him.
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A dimmed light peered through the curtains as Alexi woke up. Nestled against Janne's warm, muscular body, with the sounds of their breath and the patter of rain on the windows, he felt incredibly calm and peaceful.
He propped himself on his right arm to check up on his keyboardist; the man was fast asleep. The nightmare long forgotten, he curled back up against Janne and closed his eyes.
Today was a day off, no? Screw getting up; he had some sleep to catch up on.
And maybe another fuck later.
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