Just some sweet, naughty fluff. Set in 2004, after their first US tour. Unbeta'd.
This is a work of fiction, and while drawing inspiration from real people, it is in no way meant to authentically represent them as individuals, or reflect their actual lives. Any similarities beyond what is public knowledge are purely coincidental. I do not profit off of this work in any way.
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Janne sinks into bed with a sigh, letting his eyes slip shut to the comforting white noise of the shower running adjacent to the bedroom. Alexi had insisted on a wash, but Janne had declined, favoring a t-shirt and boxers and cozying up on Alexi's obnoxiously thick black plush comforter.
It had been a long and hard tour, and from the sound of it this was what they could expect from now on: tours spanning months with back to back shows across the world, with the only breaks in between being time to produce another album before the whole cycle starts again. It's exhilarating, but certainly not what Janne had expected some years ago when Alexi had all but bullied him into officially joining the band. He's not sure how long he'll be able to stick it under such harsh demands, honestly. But Alexi seems to be thriving, his overall mood a drastic improvement from the irritable, depressive, and sometimes downright psychotic teen he'd first met. Janne would wholeheartedly support this lifestyle for Alexi going forward…if his indulgence in drugs and alcohol hadn't also skyrocketed. It is harmless fun for the others…but for Alexi, Janne knows, it's not so innocent.
Fortunately, Alexi had come home sober, and he hasn't fished a bottle out of the fridge just yet. Janne hopes to entice him with something better, anyway—another development from their tour, something Janne is quite happy to see where it will lead. He hears the click of the door as Alexi steps out of the bathroom, a towel slung low around his hips and his hands busy wringing his hair out with a hand towel. He pitches the towel onto the floor and approaches Janne with a cheeky smirk on his face.
Janne finds himself stunned into silence at the sight of Alexi before him, skin flushed a rosy pink and beautiful in his skinny, short-statured way. He'd shaved, not just his jaw, but the dark hair on his chest and belly, too. But what really draws his attention is Alexi's face: bare of any makeup, with his hair wet and mostly flat against his scalp, he looks naked, vulnerable; older and a little tired. He looks undeniably human, and beautiful.
Alexi's smile falters as Janne looks at him, and he grows visibly self-conscious, sweeping his hair over his shoulder.
"What is it?" he asks timidly, and Janne starts, meeting those kitten grey eyes.
"You look good, Allu," Janne encourages softly, smiling. Alexi's smile returns shyly, his cheeks pinking.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. I don't think I've seen you without makeup in months."
Alexi bites his lip. "You're not fucking around?"
"No, of course not. Come here." Janne pats his thigh, and Alexi brightens, perching on his lap easily. Janne kisses Alexi, sweet and tender like he deserves, and Alexi melts into it, soaking up the gentle affection like a sponge. This, this is what Janne had been looking forward to more than anything else. Their time together on tour had been sporadic and hurried; stolen moments in cramped, dirty spaces, Janne's hand or his own mouth clamped over Alexi's to quiet the tiny guitarist's moans and shouts. They hadn't been able to properly fuck—in Dallas they had pulled each other off sharing a bunk, and that was as close to a fuck as they'd gotten. Though—Janne smirks against Alexi's lips—he had briefly fingerfucked their little frontman in the tiny bus shower, but the moment had been lost to interruption, leaving them both aching and unsatisfied. But now they can take their time, do things properly. If Alexi is ready for it.
"Mm, what's funny?" Alexi asks when Janne breaks away.
"Nothing," Janne deflects, unwilling to divulge his current train of thought. He kisses the corner of Alexi's mouth, then his jaw, making a trail of kisses down to his throat. Alexi's Adam's apple bobs as he swallows, shifting a bit on Janne's lap. Janne hums, pleased, but not about to indulge his always-horny lover just yet. He wants to kiss and touch every inch of his compact body, showing him how beautiful he is. His teeth graze the firm skin of Alexi's throat, searching for the perfect spot to leave a mark. He settles for just above Alexi's collar, where he'd only be able to hide it under a hoodie, or one of his silly patterned scarves, and sinks his teeth in.
"Vittu," Alexi hisses, clutching at Janne's shirt. Janne suckles at the spot on Alexi's neck, ensuring it will bruise. Let all of Helsinki know their beloved idol is taken, he thinks with a possessive smirk. Let them wonder who the lucky woman is…
Janne's attention moves south. His hands graze Alexi's newly hairless chest, enjoying the feeling of soft, smooth skin. He'd used some sort of aftershave or oil; he smells fresh and his skin isn't irritated or dry.
"You shaved," Janne observes aloud, curious of Alexi's motivations for doing so.
Alexi hums in affirmation. "Do you like it?"
"I do." Janne kisses Alexi's sternum, teasing a pert nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
"Mm, I hoped you would."
"Thought chicks digged the hairy belly," Janne chuckles. Emboldened, he licks a stripe up Alexi's left pectoral.
"You're not a chick though, are you?" Alexi murmurs, a note of mischief in his voice. "Besides, it looks weird, with my hair blonde now…" He shivers as Janne laps at his skin. "Fuck, dude."
"Mmm, no," Janne murmurs. Definitely not a chick, and neither is Alexi, and he likes it this way. He gentles Alexi onto his back, eager to continue his downward path. Alexi is willing and pliant, lying back without a fuss.
Janne's eyes catch on the exposed skin of Alexi's inner wrist; so rarely is it left uncovered, he sometimes forgets the gradually fading scars that mar the fragile skin of Alexi's arms, raised like thin lines of wax where they overlap. Alexi shifts, unsettled, when Janne dips his head to press a kiss to the skin there.
"Janne—w-what the fuck?" Alexi asks, anxiety edging his words, but he doesn't pull his arm away or stop him. Janne busies himself with trailing kisses down Alexi's scarred arms. He kisses Alexi's radial artery, feeling his pulse fluttering beneath his lips. How fortunate he is that no scar slashes the skin here. Alexi's reckless self-destruction could have put a premature end to his life with the kiss of a blade in this tender, precious spot. He kisses the creases of Alexi's palm, then his calloused fingertips, still tasting faintly of nickel-wound steel. Alexi's breathing has deepened, slowed; a glance up at him finds his grey eyes fixated on Janne and dark with arousal.
Feeling bold, Janne takes Alexi's index finger into his mouth and sucks at it, stroking Alexi's belly and teasing the hem of his towel still around his hips while he does. Alexi tosses his head back with a curse, moaning.
"Fuck, Janne, you are a goddamn tease," he complains.
"Okei, okei," Janne relents with a chuckle, reaching to open Alexi's towel and toss it to the floor. He is revealed completely to Janne, his dark gaze vulnerable but trusting as he lies lax on the bed. But as Janne palms him, he is inert; shy, like a shrinking violet. Alexi doesn't respond to Janne's ministrations.
"Allu?" he asks softly, taking his hand away, instead rubbing Alexi's skinny thigh and kissing the ridge of his hip bone. "Are you not ready?"
Alexi sighs quietly. "I guess I'm…I'm just really tired, Janne," Alexi mumbles. "I'm sorry."
"It's alright," Janne assures Alexi softly. "I want you to enjoy this, so only when you're ready, hmm?"
Alexi nods, and Janne climbs up to sneak a kiss on his jaw before moving to lie on his side. He spoons up behind Alexi, draping an arm low over his hips and relishing the contact between them as Alexi snuggles up against him.
"You're still rock hard, dude," Alexi mutters guiltily. "At least let me-"
"No, no, it's fine," Janne assures Alexi. "I wanna wait until you're ready."
Alexi turns to look over his shoulder. "Are…are you sure?"
Janne steals a kiss. "Never been more sure of anything, babe."