Unspoken

Unspoken

The lack of windows and the dimmed lights made it hard for Alexi Laiho to guess what time it was. The tour bus' faint rumbling had stopped. From the resulting stillness, he assumed the rest of his band was out exploring the city. With a contented sigh, he closed his eyes in hopes of going back to sleep. But when laughter reached his ears, Alexi got off his bunk and stumbled into the lounge.

Dressed in a black t-shirt and a pair of jeans, Janne Wirman was already ready for the gig scheduled later in the evening. His brown eyes were set on the television mounted on the wall, where The Big Lebowski played once again. He hadn't noticed the smaller man until Alexi went to sit on his lap.

Once settled, Alexi relaxed in the embrace. His breathing slowed down, and he watched the movie through heavy-lidded eyes.

Janne wrapped his arms around Alexi's slender waist and secured him on his lap. He nuzzled the smaller man and buried his face in the soft, but tangled golden brown hair. He absentmindedly ran his hands across Alexi's pale skin. The warmth was a nice change from the keyboards. Damnit, it felt so good.

His hand inched further down, until he caressed firmer skin. Janne's fingers closed around the hardening length, and gently moved upwards. The intimate touch drew a quiet moan. Alexi lazily stirred in Janne's lap to adopt a new position that offered an easier access to the keyboardist.

Comfortable, Alexi leaned further into Janne's frame. His back rested firmly against the broad chest, and he tilted his head. A long stroke from the magical fingers incited a loud moan out of him and Janne captured with his own lips. He ran his other hand across Alexi's pale skin and in response, the smaller man squirmed and giggled through their kiss.

With each of Alexi's movements, Janne grunted lightly. The guitarist rubbed against his crotch as he wriggled. Janne could feel himself heating up – hardening.

His head slid off Janne's shoulder and he almost fell over; thankfully, the taller man was fast enough to block his fall with his arm. Alexi's body shook with each thrust, his moans were louder and a pitch higher. Black painted nails dug in his skin as Alexi urged him to move faster. Janne tried his best to ignore the pain, until the grip subsided.

Alexi let out a short whine and jerked forward, then leaned back again. His lips parted. He wanted to call out for Janne, but the name died in his throat. Instead, he dug his nails deeper as he clung to the other man. His legs jerked every time Janne ran his fingers over the tip of his cock.

His lips parted. Alexi's head lolled backwards. Not a sound escaped from him as the rest of his body stiffened and shook. Short bursts of white liquid shot over his pyjamas pants and shirt. He relaxed in the embrace. Janne struggled to keep him upright, until Alexi turned his head toward him and flashed him a grin.

After a long minute, Alexi slid off Janne's lap and reached for the box of tissues, conveniently placed on the stand near the couch. He scooted back to Janne, then leaned his head on the taller man's broad shoulder.

With a satisfied smile, he closed his eyes.

There was still time to sleep.