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Category:
Singers/Bands/Musicians › HIM
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
16
Views:
2,130
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of HIM. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Fifteen
**A/N: I restarted this for my girl LestatWhore. She was interested and I love her so here it is!**
***VILLE'S POV***
For the next week I tried so hard to write a new song. Bam didn't help matters much seeing that he IS my little nympho. I started to think about just earlier that day and a smile creeped on my face. I crumpled up another piece of paper and throw it into the waste bin under the desk. 'Come on Ville think of fucking something!' I said silently to myself.
Laying my forehead on the desk I realized I didn't have to write a song. 'Let her choose her favorite song then do a remake! PERFECT!' I damn near jumped for joy when I got that idea. Leaping out of the chair, I ran to the door only to be damn near knocked on my ass by Bam. He slipped hisarms around my waist.
"Bammie, I have to talk to Trish. I have an idea." I said as he started put butterfly kisses all over my neck.
"She's out skating with Novak and I want you...." His breath started to stagger.
"...badly." I started to walk backwards until i hit the edge of the bed and pulled him down with me.
Bam was a wonderful lover. Hell, he was a wonderful everything. Even at trying to sweet talk Trisha into making dinner a few nights a week.
Grinding his crotch on mine, I could feel his cock alreadied hardend. Looking up at him I smiled and started to lick his neck. Bam always knew how to get me into the mood.
Smiling down at me I felt something vibrate....It was his phone.
Answering it his eyes got wide.
It was Trish's ex.
***BAM'S POV***
"Hello? Yeah, This is him. No you can't fucking talk to her. She doesn't want shit to do with you!" I looked down at Ville seeing that he was worried. I smiled at him and thrusted in between his legs knowing that I would get a moan back.
"No you can't fucking see her! Are you that fucking stupid? By the way, hwo the fuck did you get my number?" There was no answer on the other line So i repeated myself. Still no answer. I hung up the phone and looked at Ville.
"I have a feeling we are going to go back to New jersey before you leave." I wasn't pissed that the fuck wad got my number, I was pissed at the fact that he had the balls to call and ask for fucking Trish.
"Bam, what happened? What was said?" Ville asked worried.
"He wanted to talk to Trish. Bet you he wants her back. He can't have her! I wont let her fucking leave!" I was starting to fall in love with Trish. She was infact my best friend.
I got up off of Ville and ran to find Trish, she was infact still skating.
"Ville. I'm sorry I have to find Trisha."
***VILLE'S POV***
For the next week I tried so hard to write a new song. Bam didn't help matters much seeing that he IS my little nympho. I started to think about just earlier that day and a smile creeped on my face. I crumpled up another piece of paper and throw it into the waste bin under the desk. 'Come on Ville think of fucking something!' I said silently to myself.
Laying my forehead on the desk I realized I didn't have to write a song. 'Let her choose her favorite song then do a remake! PERFECT!' I damn near jumped for joy when I got that idea. Leaping out of the chair, I ran to the door only to be damn near knocked on my ass by Bam. He slipped hisarms around my waist.
"Bammie, I have to talk to Trish. I have an idea." I said as he started put butterfly kisses all over my neck.
"She's out skating with Novak and I want you...." His breath started to stagger.
"...badly." I started to walk backwards until i hit the edge of the bed and pulled him down with me.
Bam was a wonderful lover. Hell, he was a wonderful everything. Even at trying to sweet talk Trisha into making dinner a few nights a week.
Grinding his crotch on mine, I could feel his cock alreadied hardend. Looking up at him I smiled and started to lick his neck. Bam always knew how to get me into the mood.
Smiling down at me I felt something vibrate....It was his phone.
Answering it his eyes got wide.
It was Trish's ex.
***BAM'S POV***
"Hello? Yeah, This is him. No you can't fucking talk to her. She doesn't want shit to do with you!" I looked down at Ville seeing that he was worried. I smiled at him and thrusted in between his legs knowing that I would get a moan back.
"No you can't fucking see her! Are you that fucking stupid? By the way, hwo the fuck did you get my number?" There was no answer on the other line So i repeated myself. Still no answer. I hung up the phone and looked at Ville.
"I have a feeling we are going to go back to New jersey before you leave." I wasn't pissed that the fuck wad got my number, I was pissed at the fact that he had the balls to call and ask for fucking Trish.
"Bam, what happened? What was said?" Ville asked worried.
"He wanted to talk to Trish. Bet you he wants her back. He can't have her! I wont let her fucking leave!" I was starting to fall in love with Trish. She was infact my best friend.
I got up off of Ville and ran to find Trish, she was infact still skating.
"Ville. I'm sorry I have to find Trisha."