He was different....RYONNE

He was different, not your average guy, but, not your average girl either. Who knew. His name was Jonne Aaron, and I'd fallen for him, hard.
Negative where another of Bam's favorite Finnish bands, so there was no escaping them. I didn't pay attention at first, didn't see the need, I had my own personal music choices, and if I wanted to listen to a band, I would. And if I didn't, I wouldn't. Then I meet him. Covered in glitter, pink bunny ears adorning his long blond hair, white pants, pink doc martins and, of all things, a leopard print shirt...a sight that would have made me laugh if it were anyone else. But it wasn't anyone else, it was Jonne, and I felt my heart race. I'd always known that I wasn't straight, yet wasn't gay, but I'd never meet a man that could do so much to me with a simple look.

He smiled at me, and I smiled back. Instead of following Bam and the rest of the band to the pirate bar, he came and sat next to me, held out a hand.

"Jonne Liimatainen....but most people use my middle name as my last...Aaron...its easier to pronounce, ya know," He tells me, shrugging his shoulders as if it were nothing.

"I'm Ryan....Ryan Dunn, but you can call me Ryan Dunn, because everyone can say my last name," I say, embarrassed at my 'joke.' But he laughs...he laughs.

"Your funny Ryan!" He tells me, and I can tell hes not pulling my leg, or trying to make a fool of me. Although that would be hard considering...two words should remind anyone of that. Toy Car. I blush again, and he smiles at me, not laughing now, almost concerned.

"So...your not going down to the bar?" I ask, embarrassed yet again. It seems I can't even utter a word to the man before me without turning a hundred different shades of red.

"I'd rather talk to you..." He whispers, now embarrassed himself. Embarrassed...Jonne? The bold and brassy front-man turning crimson...because of me...

Our romance was whirlwind after than. Within seconds, we'd shared our first kiss. One minute, I'm telling him some lame ass joke that only I find funny - yet a joke that he is laughing at - the next, he's pressing his lips to mine. I kiss back, allow my hands to run through his long, soft hair as our tongues dance. His kiss is gentle, tender, loving, and I never want it to end, yet he pulls away, plants one small kiss on my lips, utters the words 'I'll find you later...' and then he's gone.

That night, I find myself going to his room. He greats me with a smile and a hug, invites me in. We spend the night talking. About our childhoods, friends, families, hobby's...anything. And I know theres something there. We don't have sex, but we kiss...a lot, and I like it. Its nice, and when the clock in his room flashes 3am, we realize how long we've been talking. Too embarrassed to leave, in case of being caught, I stay, and I fall asleep in Jonne's comforting embrace.

Our relationship doesn't say secret long...not in Castle Bam. We're given a rude wake up call by Bam, not but 3 hours after we drift off...he worked it out in seconds, but he didn't care...then again, he was married to Ville, why should he care. But when the world found out, we were shunned. Well, as people, we were shunned, but Negatives music sales went through the roof. Seems all publicity is good when it comes to bands. As for me...after the world calmed down, and accepted us, even going as far as to say we were one of the worlds cutest gay couples, I got a new MTV contract for home wrecker....it went on to become on of MTVs most watched shows.

The first time I told Jonne I loved him, was during the most unexpected of times. A tough time for both of us after the worlds reaction to our relationship, Jonne spiraled into depression as some of his 'friends' turned their back on them, and, although he refused to turn his back on me, he tried to commit suicide a month into our relationship. I found him, mere seconds after he'd taken his overdose, and forced my fingers down his throat, bringing up the pills before they had a chance to get into his blood stream. He cried, we argued.

"Let me die Ryan...my life is over....the band will fall apart, my friends hate me..." He yelled, moments after the contents of his stomach spill dramatically onto the tiled floor beneath us. Sobs entwined with his words, making him hard to understand. But I hear what he has to say, and it breaks my heart.

"What about me? Is the fact that I love you not good enough for you?" I scream back. His eyes widen, and tears leak from them, dripping down his face as his sobs return. My anger melts and I find myself pulling him into my arms. He snuggles up to me, tells me he's sorry.

"Oh god Ry...I love you too....so much it huts....and I'm being so selfish.....I tried to kill myself and I didn't even think about what it would do to you..." He cries. I shush him, pat his back and hold him close.

"Its ok Tink...I love you, you love me, and that's all that matters...."

The first time we make love...me to him, then he to me, is one of the most beautiful, memorable nights I've ever had. Every move, every sound and every touch was so gentle, so loving. It didn't matter that I'd never been with a man before, everything came so naturally...the pleasure even more so than when I've been with a woman.... He made me feel so full, so complete when he was inside me, and when I was with him....inside him...I felt like I was going to explode with pleasure and love. He was so tight, so good....I'm surprised I didn't come straight away...

We'd only been a couple 6 months when I decided to propose. Well...we'd been having sex...and just as I came, I yelled out to him 'Marry me!' in the spur of the moment. But it felt right, and, as he came seconds later, he cried out 'Yes...Oh God Yes...' in response. When he asked me if I meant it later that night, as we lay in each others arms, I told him that I wanted to spend every last waking moment with him till the day I die...and he took that as a yes. I proposed for real the next week. Bam had been editing their new video for 'Sinners night, misty morning' and I'd asked him to film me proposing, then asked if he could add it to the end of the video. He did, and, as Jonne watched the first screening of the video at the record company, he burst into tears, called me, and said yes non stop for over a minute. He made me cry doing that.

Our wedding was simple, only family and close friends attending....Jonne wore his bunny ears and his animal print tux...I a plain black tux, but with a pink shirt...just because I know its his favorite colour. He couldn't stop smiling when he saw me, and when I saw him, my mouth hit the floor. He looked perfect, so cute, so beautiful, so...so Jonne... Again, as we exchanged our vows, I found myself crying. Its amazing how easy it is for this man to reduce me to tears.

We adopted a little girl, Jessy, and a boy, Larry, and we watched them grow up into beautiful people. Jonne was an amazing father, always there for the kids, always knowing what to say...what to do. Even when Jessy started her period when he was onstage, he stopped singing as he spotted her tear stained face, ran off stage and scooped her into his arms. Calmly, and sensibly, he explained what was happening to her, wiped her tears away and brought her a gift to cheer her up. When Larry had his first wet dream, he got embarrassed, thought he'd wet himself. Again he explained, better than I ever could...he was so good with them....

We died together, we always vowed we would. I was growing old, getting weak, and that was destroying Jonne, knowing that I was aging faster than him... So we sat down and talked about it, and decided, that when I felt like I could carry on, together, we'd kill ourselves, in each others loving embrace. That day came when I was 97...I woke up, and just didn't have the energy to move. Jonne awoke seconds later, cuddled up to me, and said 'Its time, isn't it....?' When I told him yes, he simply nodded, went downstairs and collected the wine we'd prepared. We'd crushed a bottle of painkillers, miked them with the wine. Neither of us could face swallowing pills...not after Jonnes first suicide attempt. Each filling our glassed to the brim, we cuddled and drank until all was gone...we told each other we loved the other, one last time, before we drifted off into a sleep that we would never wake from...

Well? My first Ryonne, what do you think?