Ville felt his whole body freeze, like he was out in the snow naked. "A...a...about wh...who?" He gulped. "Jukka, Ville, Jukka." Bam snapped standing up and pacing. "Why didn't you tell me about him?" "I don't know what you're..." Bam stopped at glared at Ville. "Don't give me that, Ville. You can't deny me to me, now. You're mom told me that he was abusive." He growled, the fire in his eyes even more tense. Ville looked away like he was about to cry. Bam saw it and instantly his anger flow out the window. "Ville," He whispered gently, kneeling in front of him and taking his hands into his. "I didn't mean to snap at you. Just tell me....tell me what happened." He pleaded. Ville took a long and shuttered breath.

"We started dating at the start if high school. At the time he seemed like a sweet guy with a bit of a temper. His temper didn't bother me because I had one. A bigger one, really. But, we seemed happy with each other. We moved in together about 2 months into our relationship. That's when things really changed." Ville explained, his eyes closed. "The first time he slapped me, I didn't think anything of. We had been arguing over me leaving with my band to do a little gig. He was just upset about me leaving and maybe cheating, which I didn't and don't do. But, after he calmed down he apologized and everything was normal again. I left and came back 3 days. The second I opened the door he was on me case about everything I did, when I was gone. I told him everything I did and he still didn't believe me." He paused. "Ville?" Bam whispered squeezing his hand softly. "That was the first time he got violent with me." "He beat you?" Bam asked trying to hide his anger. Ville nodded. "He left me with a split lip, broken and bruised ribs and a sprained wrist. I told everyone that I fell. After, that he beat me almost everyday. Over little things, like not making the bed to his standards, when work for called me, when the guys called. When family would call. For any connect I had with people. It got harder and harder to come up with an excuse to why I was always hurt and I knew they thought something was up." He said. "They never said anything." Bam stated biting his lip. "No, they didn't. It happened for 3 years. Until, Mige came to see why I hadn't been answering anyone's calls. He walked into the living room where Jukka was hitting me for breaking one of the dishes, my mum gave us as a house warming present. I was up in the corner trying to get away from him when Mige walked in." "What did Mige do?" "He flipped. He punched Jukka in the face and we left. My dad called the police and they arrested him. He was convicted for abuse and a few things I had no idea about, he was sentenced for 14 years in prison and 2 years probation." By the time Ville finished telling Bam everything that had happened, he was shaking with strong, silent sobs.

Bam pulled Ville into his arms and soothed him. "It's alright. He wont hurt you. Not as long as I'm around." He whispered along with several other things. Ville stopped crying and just cuddled with Bam, there on the floor of his bedroom. After a bit, he lifted his head and looked up at his Blue eyed daredevil. "You know what we haven't done in 10 months?" He whispered against his lips. "What?" Bam whispered back. "Made love." Ville answered running a finger over Bam's tone chest. Bam looked at Ville through half lidded eyes with a wicked grin. "As long as you top." He said gliding his hands up Ville's thermal shirt. Ville bit his lip in lust. "My pleasure, my love." He said lifting his arms as Bam pulled his shirt off. "Can we do it right here?" Ville nodded, undoing Bam's pants. "God, Ville." He sighed feeling Ville's hands on his thighs. "You are all the religion a person in this world needs." Ville hummed. "Yeah, and your tight ass is all I need."

Clothes were lost easily and quickly. Ville got up and looked for the K.Y he had left in the room. "Where the hell is it?" Ville snapped looking around the room. He stopped and thought about it. "Oh, that's right. I used it all. I'll be be back, sweetie." He said leaving the room.

Ville snuck into his parents room and went into their bathroom. Opening the cabinet under the sink he grabbed two bottles of K.Y. After grabbing the K.Y he went back to his room. Bam was still in the position he left him in. "What are your parents going to do if they hear us?" Bam asked. "Bam, my father owns and runs a sex shop and my mother is use to it. They won't do anything." Ville replied kissing him. "Okay." Bam whispered as Ville entered 2 fingers at once. "You like that?" Ville asked rubbing his sweet spot for a few seconds. Bam moaned and whimpered, "Ville." Ville smiled and crushed his lips to Bam's. A few more minutes preparing his lover with only 2 fingers, Ville pulled out. Bam bit Ville's lip in protest. "I have something better than my fingers for you, love." He said ghosting his fingers over Bam's hard on. Bam's eyes lost focus to the attention. "Lay down, Bammie." Ville said pulling him forward by his thighs. "You're going to have carpet burn, you know that right?" Ville chuckled lightly. "I don't care, just make me feel good like only you can." Bam said rubbing himself against Ville. "As you wish, But I have stuff to sooth the burn after." He said. Bam nodded, getting impatient. Ville leaned over and kissed Bam as he pushed into him fully. "Wait." Bam mumbled against Ville's shoulder. His arms were wrapped strongly around his neck. "What is it, Bam?" Ville asked already panting. "I want you to sit in me for a couple seconds." "Why?" "I want to feel you still. I want to remember the feeling of you in me for days." Ville rested his head on Bam's shoulder and waited to start moving. "You ready, now?" Bam nodded and Ville started rolling his hips in and out of Bam. Bam followed Ville's movement up against him. A good 10 minutes in, Ville reached in between their bodies and grabbed hold of Bam. He stroked him at a bit faster pace then he was doing into him.

Sweaty bodies slicked up and down one another. Come was spilled onto bodies and inside bodies. Limbs laid tangled, kisses were made, whispers whispered. "I missed that." Ville said rolling onto his back next to Bam. "Oh, yeah." Bam said rolling to his side. His back was red, raw and slightly bleeding. Ville pushed him onto his belly. "Oh, Sorry. I tried not to create to much friction between you and the carpet." He said. "It's okay." Bam said. "Well, get on the bed and lay on your belly." Ville said standing and going to his dresser. He pulled aloe. Kneeling on the bed by Bam's side, he rubbed the aloe over his back. Bam hissed in relieve. After he was done, Ville dropped the aloe on the floor and laid down. Bam snuggled to his side. "What's next for us, Ville?" He asked falling asleep. "Our wedding, sweetheart, our wedding." Ville smiled.