Men can only dream...right?

Bam lay on his bed, his head in his hands. That morning, he had woken to a damp and sticky bed. He'd had a wet dream. But not just any wet dream. It was about his best friend, and idol, Ville Valo. While being completely disgusted with himself, he had relished, once he had changed into fresh boxers, that he was in love with Ville. He couldn't deny it any longer. The posters, tattoos, music...EVERYTHING. Why didn't he see it sooner? Was he in denial? Well, yes, he was. He'd always know, deep down, that he held a certain passion for his finnish friend. But the question was, did Ville feel the same? Probally not, this was Ville Valo, he was engaged to a model. How could he be in love with an American skating jackass?
"This cannot be happening to me!" Bam cried. "I am not, repeat, AM NOT, in love with Ville. Its a crush...Thats it, a crush. It will all be over soon..." he told himself.
For the rest of the day, Bam avoided anything to do with Ville. He wouldn't listen to his music, wouldn't look at his posters, hell, he wouldn't even drive his cars because they bore Villes heartagram.
The next morning, he woke up yet again, to a wet and sticky bed.
"Not again.." he cried as he pulled back the sheets.
"Boy that must have been some dream!" came Villes voice. Bam looked up, shocked.
"I thought I'd come early!" said Ville, beaming. "So tell me about your dream, it must have been good!" he continued, gesturing to Bams boxers. Bams eyes widened, and he gulped. Ville frowned.
"Embarrassing?" he asked. Bam nodded. "Come on, you can tell me!" Bam shook his head. "Pllleeeaaassseee!" Ville winned. Bam giggled, Ville looked so pathetic, yet so adorable.
"Fine. It was about...someone...and that they were...jacking me off, while telling me how much they loved me," Bam said, his cheeks burning.
"Who was that...'someone'?" asked Ville. Bam looked down, then he muttered.
"You"
"Me? You had a dream about ME jacking you off?" questioned Ville. Bam gulped.
"It was just a dream...just a dream," he said, not looking up.
"If its, just a dream...then why can i clearly see your erection?" asked Ville with a smirk. Bam of course, didn't see this, and his embarrassment continued.
"I um...and..."
"Bammie, My dear, dear Bammie." Ville sighed, taking Bam's hand in his. "I've had similar dreams so many times, I've lost count, but oh do i enjoy them!" Bam looked up, his eyes sparkled with hope, but his face clearly showed confusion. Without waiting for an answer, Ville stood, undid his pants, and let them fall to the floor. He wasn't wearing boxers, and his own erection stood fully visible. Bam gasped, and he pulled off his own boxers. Ville lay down next to Bam, and pulled his shirt off. Both men, lay naked next to each other.
"How about we make our dreams, reality?" Ville whispered into Bams ear. Vlle then grasped Bams erection in his hand, before moving it up and down. Bam moaned, but allowed his hands to reach Villes own throbbing erection. Both men found a similar pace as they continued to jack the other off. Bam came first, crying out Villes name into the room, before he felt himself explode all over Villes fingers. This action was enough to make Ville to the same. Together, the men lay, sweaty and covered in each others come, breathing heavily. Ville pulled Bam into his arms.
"I love you Bam, more than anything..." He whispered.
"I love you too Willa," Bam replied. "Shower?" He asked.
"Together?" Ville replied. Bam nodded, and soon the two men found themselves in the shower, having even more fun than in the bedroom...