With his gut rolling, limbs staying perfectly still, the pale male awaited for the moment when the endless girly giggles would cease. The females had been at his front door for what seemed like an eternity. Shrill high school girls with equally high pitched voices who thought it might be fun to meet the man of their dreams: Ville Valo.
Well, what may seem like an opportunity to be swept off their feet by their favorite love metal artist wasn't going to happen. He wasn't going to open his door, his lips cocked in a sexual grin, and screw them like they had never been screwed before. No, he was going to sit miserably in his house being dead quiet so they didn't attempt to riot and break into his sanctuary. God, he wished they were males so he could simply go out there and pound in all of their faces.
At long last he heard the promising hum of a vehicle. Moments later the commanding tone of an official was heard. Face radiating with gratitude, he hopped off his couch and flew to the window. He was going to thank the man when he realized that by doing so he might attract the females attention once again. Instead, he just let the drapery swish back into place as he decided he didn't want to be raped a horny group of hormone driven high schoolers.
Acting as if he were a corpse, which had just been reanimated after a hundred years of agonizing stillness, he searched for clean clothes. Well, actually he was just looking for clothes that weren't stained and didn't have the stench of body odor.
After a long exploration, he found a long sleeved mossy green shirt. It was so worn in that the elbows were whitish and threads were barely holding the two pieces of material together. Normally he wouldn't keep something so long that is was beginning to wear out, but the shirt fit his body's curves so perfectly he couldn't get rid of it. Matching the top with a black vest that had white cryptic writing on it and slacks that were brand new, tags and all, he striped down and glided into the outfit.
After the ensemble was finished off with loafers, a black trench coat, and a pair of fingerless gloves, Ville realized what he was missing: his beanie. With a grunt of agitation he searched high and low. Last night he had simply showered and done nothing to his hair. It laid in unruly curls that were hopeless to manage.
About twenty minutes later, he gave up hope. There was no finding the bloody thing. The hair coverer-upper was missing. The wait to see Bam was too much, his curly hair would just have to be seen by the world.
The American was staying in a cheap motel not far from Ville's house. After the male had heard H.I.M. he stopped to see Ville every time he was visiting Europe.
Zipping to the male's motel, he found the room in no time flat. Knocking might have been more appropriate, but Ville didn't care. Instead he just walked in.
On the bed laid the tannish male. Everything about the room was bare, even the skater. His long, toned figure laid tousled and sprawled out in an extremely erotic position. Both arms stretched out above his sleeping body and one leg hung off the bed while the other laid propped on a pillow which must have ended up there in the night.
The only thing keeping Ville from a wonderful view was a sheet that was draped over his crotch and part of his abdomen. He felt himself start to salivate, his muscles urging him to go forward, to move the linen material and see what was really there.
A soft thump echoed through the room as he closed the door. His orbs stayed glued to figure though as he pressed his body against the solid wood. So many devious thoughts floated around his head. What he hadn't seen when he had first entered was a bottle of booze. It was empty and barely peeking its way of from under the bed frame.
Pushing himself off of the door, he wavered at the edge of the mattress. The indent where the males lower body laid stiff was apparent. There was no way to hide something like 'that'.
Beneath the grey, yellow tinge of fabric was the subtle organ. Its darkish color almost made the sheet appear white, but even bleaching couldn't mask the overused off-white material.
As Ville continued to watch the male, unable to move, the sheet started to tent upwards as Bam wrestled in his sleep. A murmur of syllables left the perfect gaping tiers. The male's legs worked apart even more as if someone was in-between them. The sheet began to slip ever so slightly to reveal an edge of the other's groin. His penis was so close to revealing itself that it was torturous.
Scarlet flaring across his cheeks, Ville looked away. What was he doing? His friend was having a wet dream and his privacy was being breached. This was wrong, but temptation overrode the rock god and his eyes wandered back to the marvelous sight on the bed.
A tinge of arousal lined Ville's stomach, causing his breath to become husky. Unable to resist his body's urges, a single pallid hand extended outwards. The edge of the sheet laid in-between his fingers as he gave a soft tug. Fabric sliding off the hard blood engorged shaft, the elder nearly fainted. The skater was huge and solid. Whatever he was dreaming about must be good.
Dropping to his knees on the bed, he brushed his fingers along the member. It really was there and it was soft, just like he had imagined so many times in his dreams. The head rolled in-between two careful fingers. The skin was ripe and feather like. His own body quivered as waves of heat washed through it. The cloth of his pants did nothing to hide the fact he was now stiff. Stiff and completely tented against the fabric of his slacks. He continued to explore along the male's sex organ, slender digits playing along the base before gliding up.
A shudder suddenly rippled through Bam. Instantly, the rocker flew off of him, moving so fast into the wall he had no time to see where he was going. A boom echoed in the room as Ville ended up plastered to the wall panting like a mad man. Bam didn't even stir from the sound. His head had moved slightly back as he stretched out even farther, sinking further into his dream.
After quieting his heartbeat which was pounding in his ears, Ville's orbs drifted back down. The cock was now drizzling a fine line of pre-cum from the tip. A rich thick line creeping down the male's flesh like ice cream.
Oh my god! Did I do that to him?! Ville was shocked, but at the same time pleased. Padding across the floor in an ever-so-hushed manner, he took back his position. On one knee, watching to make sure the male didn't awake, Ville took his thumb and slid it along the trail. The feverish tissue slid easily beneath his thumb like a form of cream lubrication. A chorus of primal groans filtered through the air from a now panting, knocked out American. Body moving involuntarily in his sleep, Bam inched himself towards the source toying with his delicate appendage.
Face tilted to the side, he smiled deviantly. So the skater liked his touch, huh? Hand clenching over the shaft, the rocker began to fist him. With a purely sexual impulse guiding Ville forward, he brushed his tongue along the crown of Bam's length. His wrist was jerking the rod in circles as he lapped up more pre-cum which slipped out.
With the new sensation on his penis, Bam bucked upwards, ramming his dick against the roof of the Finnish's male's mouth. Eyes watering, he gazed up at him to see if he had awoken. The skater's eyes began to flutter
As awareness threatened to appear, Ville felt a small pang of terror. Bam's body was being ravished too much for him to stay in dream land.
Luck may had been on Ville's side, but he was not about to be caught in the act. Before the American could realize how much of a pervert his friend was, Ville had already slipped his length out of his mouth. His breathing was labored as he rushed to his vehicle. Had he seriously done what he thought he had done? Oh god it was so real. So very, very real.
Once secured in his car, his eyes looked down to his own body and his suspicions were confirmed. His dick was as hard as a metal rod. Exhausted, he slumped his head against the steering wheel. How could he go back there after he had violated him?
As his brain ran a million miles an hour screaming in all directions, his fingers moved down to molest himself. One of his hands undid his button and fly, then another, his palms sweaty and sticky from sweat and the hot cum from Bam. Using it to help smooth out the movement of his hand, he glided it up and down his shaft.
God I am such a sick fuck! How can I play with myself while I think about him?! What is wrong with me?!
Even as he cussed himself, his fingers never stopped their savage tugging motion. Images of the dark haired male coursed through his brain, unable to be silence by simple pleas. With a sudden savage jerk and a yank on his blood swelled organ, the realization sunk in..... Ville wanted one of his best friends......In one of the most perverted ways possible.
