Ville and Bam finished their dinner and took a walk around the city. "It's so beautiful at night here." Ville smiled looking up at the full moon. "Yeah, but as the saying goes, The freaks come out at night." Bam laughed. "You calling us freaks?" Ville asked narrowing his eyes at him. "In the bed, yes. Sometimes out of it." He replied. Ville shook his head. "What are we going to do, Bam?" He sighed acrossing his arms against the cold. "What do you mean?" Bam answered shrugging off his jacket. "Here." He said helping Ville put it on. "I start recording ScreamWorks with the band in August. I'll be gone til at least late 2010. Maybe later." Ville frowned. "Yeah, and I have an Element tour." Bam said shoving his fists into his jean pockets. Both sighed sadly at the thought of being apart. "We can do it, babe. We have the phone and Email. A couple of my tour dates land in LA." Bam tried cheering up the mood. "Yeah, but can you survive not making love that long?" Ville questioned. "You're asking me that? Bam shot. "Yes, I'm asking you that. I can last a few months with out love. But you are he Sex on legs." Bam stopped and put his hands on his hips. Ville stopped in front of him. "Oh don't give me that Bam." Bam got snotty with Ville. "Brandon Cole Valo." Ville snapped pressing him to the brick wall. They stared into each other's eyes intensely, Bam's lips pressed to Ville's lips furiously. Ville held the sides of Bam's head. "You are so good at melting me." Ville smiled against his lips. "I know." Bam smiled back. Ville moved off of him, "Come on lets go home." He said heading back to the Benz.
Bam and Ville stumbled into the dark castle. Bam tripped backwards as he and Ville fought with clothing. They fell to the hard wood in a cluttered. "Fuck that hurt." Bam groaned rubbing the back of his head. "Mmm." Ville grunted kissing his way down Bam's body. Bam went cross eyed and fell back against the floor as Ville's tongue caressed him. Bam tangled his fingers in Ville's hair with one hand and gripped the rug with the other. Ville brought Bam to his release. "Oh, fuck!" He panted arching his back off the floor. Ville grabbed his firmly by the sides and slide Bam under him completely. Their lips met in a tongue dancing kiss. Ville pulled away licking his lips, Bam looked up at him as he swallowed the gift of himself from Ville. He smiled at him. Ville patted Bam on the stomach and got up. He carefully made his way to their room. He felt around the floor for his wanted object. Jamming his fingers against the dresser, he found the bottom of what he wanted. Ville grabbed it and went back out to find Bam. He found him in the living room. Bam pressed his finger to his lips. "Shh." He pointed to the leather couch. On the couch slept Novak with Ryan on top of him in his arms. Ville looked at Bam in surprised shock. "I told you that there was something between them, look at them, their naked." Bam wailed silently. Ville looked back and indeed they were naked. "Oh my god, Bam. Where's the camera?" Bam looked around in thought, "The pirate bar, I left it there this morning when I was taking pictures of you in your SpongeBob underwear." Bam said. Ville groaned and mentally noted to erase those pictures. So, he went down to the bar and grabbed the camera off the stool and went back up. He handed the camera to Bam. Bam turned it on, he snapped two pictures of the secret sleeping couple. "Okay, let's go to bed, I'm tired." Ville yawned. "What about..." Bam started looking at Ville's erect glory. Ville shrugged. "Oh hell no. That's not happening." Bam said not having it and putting Ville over his shoulder. "Let's go." He said and marched off to their room.
Bam flopped Ville onto the bed, "Damn it, Ville. You left the lube in the living room." Bam grunted running his hand through is hair. Ville got a shy school girl look and bit the tip of his thumb. "Sorry, baby." He pouted. Bam narrowed his eyes and growled. He went into the living room to grab it. But was stopped by the sound of muffled grunting. He tie toed closer and looked over at Novak and Ryan. He gagged slightly. Novak was tightly buried into Ryan. "Ah, Brandon. Oh you're so fucking hot." Ryan panted. "Harder, Brandon, harder, Please." He begged. "Uh, yeah, baby. Anything for you." Novak moaned thrusting harder. Bam turned on his cocky light and strolled into the living room. "Hey guys." He said acting oblivious to his two naked, fucking friends. "There it is." He smiled grabbing the bottle of lube off the floor. Novak and Ryan were dead still. "Have a nice night, dudes." Bam said waving behind him as he left. "Holy shit. Did he just catch us fucking?" Ryan asked looking into Novak's sweaty face. "Naw, he won't remember, he's drunk. He always gets drunk after a night out." Novak ensured Ryan. "Okay." Ryan nodded. "Kay." Novak said starting up again.
"What took so long?" Ville whined softly making Bam's buddy jump. "I walked into Novak and Ryan fucking." Bam said unfailingly. Vile sat up in his elbows. "What?" He grinned. "Yeah, Ryan was pushing Novak on and Novak was pounding into him." He told him rubbing the lube onto two of his fingers and pressing one into him. Ville stopped and his eyes popped. "F....F....Fing....Fingering your...yourself?" He stuttered. Bam nodded, sweat was already forming on his tan skin. Ville watched Bam enter his second finger and stretch himself, watching made him even more hard and created pre come line down his thick, perfect erection. "Are you ready for me, sweetheart?" Bam panted. Ville nodded and laid back. Bam straddled Ville, he leaned down kissed Ville as he impaled himself on him. Ville grunted as he was encased with sweet warmth. "I'm always ready for you, my love." He sighed relaxing and allowing Bam do the work. "Ville?" Bam said gently as he worked his hips. "Yes, Bam?" "Tell me a poem." He asked solemnly. "What poem do you want to hear?" Bam was silent a moment. "A dream inside a dream." Ville smiled closing his eyes. "A very good Edgar Allen Poe piece." He cleared his throat, creating a poemistic voice.
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
Ville finished the poem just as he released into Bam. He lifted his knees for Bam to rest back on as he controlled his breathing and the after effects of his orgasm. Bam left off of Ville, but sitting against his knees. "Thank you for telling the poem to me." He said closing his eyes. "No problem, Baby." Ville said pulling Bam down onto him. "I can't tell you enough how glad I am to be with you." Bam said snuggling deeper to Ville. Ville just laid there holding Bam tighter. "Willa?" "What, Bammie?" "Why did you wrap that poem into the story?" "Because it fits." Ville replied. "It fits what, Ville?" Bam asked pulling the covers over them. Ville took Bam's head into his hands. Bam's eyes stayed closed.
