"Jonne, what the fuck are you doing?!"
The leadsinger pulled his head from the bucket of ice water to look at Christus as if the answer was obvious. "I'm horny."
The guitarist raised an eyebrow. This was a new trick for Jonne. "So you stick your head in a bucket of ice water?"
"What else am I supposed to do?" Jonne half-whined, shrugging his shoulders.
Christus licked his lips. He actually had a few ideas of exactly what Jonne could do, but he could feel Larry's eyes glaring holes in the back of his head, so *those* ideas were kept to himself. For now anyway. "Uh, go jerk off?" he asked, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"You know I can't," replied the blonde, grabbing a towel, dabbing at his sopping wet hair, shivering a little. The ice water had not done much to help with his horniness - it had only made him freezing.
Christus snorted at that. "I know you *can*! Don't think I can't hear you at night in your bunk with those pictures of Kylie Minogue!"
Jonne's eyes narrowed. "Keep Kylie out of this!"
"So why not go rub one out to her now?" the guitarist asked, laughing his ass off by now.
Jonne was starting to look angry. "You know I use that sexual energy on stage, Kristian! It's not fucking funny!"
"Oh, is that why you kiss us 'like brothers'?"
From the corner of the room, Larry did his best to surpress a laugh. Sometimes Christus and Jonne's relationship could become incredibly comical. "Hey Kris," he called, raising his eyebrows at his bandmate to show seriousness. "Will you let me speak to Jonne alone for a moment, please?" The look he silently communicated to his partner-in-crime told him that he would appreciate him not arguing and just doing as he'd asked. And tonight, luckily for them all, Christus had enough respect for his friend that he nodded and left the room.
By this time, Jonne was pacing. They had only a few moments till they were to go on stage, he had just completely fucked up his makeup by sticking his head into that bucket of water, and he had a raging hard-on, to top it off.
Larry stood up from his chair and approached Jonne slowly, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Calm down, Little One." Even though he was not that much younger or smaller, Larry sometimes called Jonne "Little One" when they were alone. It was a term of endearment that was just between the two best friends, and Larry knew it would be comforting to the blonde to hear it. And it worked. He immediately felt Jonne's shoulders relax a little.
"What am I going to do Lauri? I've ruined my makeup, I can't get off..." Jonne looked absolutely pitiful. Devastated.
The curly haired man smiled at his friend. "Sit down and I'll do your makeup. I can get it done quicker than you." Then he pulled the chair out for Jonne. "While I do this, think of something that is the opposite of what turns you on. Like Mummu in the shower."
"Ewwww Lauri!!!" Jonne giggled a little as he closed his eyes so that Larry could put on his eyeliner again, trying to keep still. But it seemed to be working; he was feeling better already. By the time Larry had finished his makeup, Jonne took in a deep breath and nodded. "Okay. I'm alright now."
Larry just smiled at him and offered him a hand up, pulling him into a friendly hug, tucking wet hair behind his ears. "Come give me a kiss tonight onstage and I'll give you a surprise later."
The leadsinger's eyes went wide and he bounced a little. Larry made a note that he was definitely back to the normal Jonne again. "A surprise?! What is it?"
"If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise," Larry just laughed, giving Jonne a sweet little kiss on the cheek.
Jonne pouted his bottom lip at Larry. "Come on, you know I hate surprises!!!"
"This one you'll like, I promise," Larry said, gently pushing Jonne's shoulders so that he was sitting in the chair again. "Now be still so I can dry your hair a little."
After that, Larry had turned on the hairdryer and begun to dry Jonne's hair, not leaving the blonde much room to argue - though he was still pouting a little. But eventually his pout went away, his hair was dry, his makeup was once again perfect, and it was time to go on stage.
"Now remember," Larry whispered in Jonne's ear as they were standing right by the side of the stage, preparing to walk on. "Kiss me and you get your surprise!"
Jonne just nodded his head. Of course he wouldn't forget. Especially if it involved surprises.
They started out the set with Glory Of The Shame, figuring its faster pace would start the show off with a bang. And it did. As usual, Jonne thrived on his sexual tension: going back and forth to Larry and Christus, teasing, wrapping an arm around each man's shoulder, even taking one opportunity to grab a handful of Larry's curls and tug, giving the guitarist an evil little grin afterwards - he knew Larry liked rough play like that sometimes and was such a bad tease. But still, he had not given Larry his kiss. He'd kissed Christus on the cheek and then looked over at the curly-haired man as if taunting him, then walked right over near him and lifted up his shirt, tugging at his own nipple ring, running his hand down his stomach, then shoving the microphone down his pants to hide any evidence of his excitement.
Larry just watched in amusement, glad his guitar was covering anything anyone else - including Jonne - might see. They played around on stage, yes, and sometimes they made out in the bus or hotelroom if one of them was horny, but it never, *ever* went further than that. It was like an unspoken rule. And that rule... Larry hated it. He had wanted so much more from Jonne for so long, but had been afraid to ask for it - after all, Jonne was completely straight, and what about his girlfriend? No. Asking for more would just cause too many problems. He didn't know what had come over him telling Jonne he had a surprise for him, but he was going to have to come up with something damn good, he knew that much.
Suddenly Larry was torn out of his thoughts between songs as Jonne walked over to him - mic still down his pants - grabbed two handfulls of curls, yanked his head back, and planted on his lips quite possibly the most passionate kiss he'd ever received. The crowd cheered loudly as they kissed but Larry was deaf to their cries, completely caught up in the flick of his tongue against Jonne's. And then as abruptly as the kiss had started, it ended, and Jonne grinned evilly at Larry, winked, and went to the other side of the stage to tease Christus some more - although he made no move to kiss the other man, and he made sure that Larry watched every moment of it.
When it was time to go offstage and wait for the encore, Larry was the first one off; he practically ran. This time, he peeled off his shirt and found his own bucket of ice water, dumping it over his own head. His eyeliner was a bit smeared but he didn't care - he just dabbed at it a little with a tissue - but he was feeling a lot better. He guessed Jonne didn't know the power of his own teasing sometimes. Or maybe he did, and that was the point. Either way... It drove Larry insane. And bygod, Jonne was going to get his surprise, he'd made up his mind in that moment.
He heard a familiar giggle from behind him and turned around to see Jonne shirtless with his arms crossed over his chest. "How come you're all wet?"
Larry quickly stumbled for an excuse. "I.. I was.. burning up! I was hot and that bucket of water was there, so I just thought of what you did earlier and poured it over my head."
The blonde tried not to snigger - he was not as innocent as he pretended to be, nor as innocent as Larry thought he was. But he just pretended to blink curiously and nodded his head. "Alright, well, come on silly, we have to go back onstage!"
Mercifully, Jonne did not tease Larry or Christus any more after that - his energy had started to wind down, lucky for them all. And fortune had smiled upon Larry once again - it had begun to sleet, and they would not be signing autographs tonight, just going straight back to the hotel. Good. Maybe he would not have to give Jonne this 'surprise' after all. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea. Maybe the blonde would just fall asleep and forget about it, and he could have a nice wank in the shower and try to forget as well.
As always, Jonne and Larry shared a room. They took turns on who got to take their shower first - one show it would be Jonne, the next Larry, and so on. Only if they were both extremely tired did they take one together, and then it was *completely* platonic. This night, it was Larry's turn to shower first. He quickly stripped off his coat, shirt, and pants, down to his underwear, and looked over at Jonne, who had flopped down on his bed and turned on the television, busy flipping through the channels.
As soon as he was under the hot stream of the shower, Larry let out a sigh of relief. Jonne did not seem to remember anything about his surprise - good. And he didn't know about Jonne, but he was never too tired to get off. Hot water streaming down his naked body in rivulets, one hand resting against the wall, Larry had begun to jerk off and had just started to get fully hard when he heard the bathroom door open.
Shit. He scrambled. What to do? "Uhm... yeah?"
"I'm falling asleep in there, do you mind if I shower with you?"
Fuck. What excuse was he supposed to use for that? He just decided to keep his back turned to Jonne and get out of there as quickly as possible. Maybe he could even finish his wank in bed before Jonne got out of the shower. "Sure, go ahead."
He heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down and a few seconds later, the shower curtain opened. Larry didn't dare glance back at Jonne. But he nearly jumped out of his skin when the blonde wrapped his arms around his waist and snuggled right up to his back. Jonne wasn't normally this cuddly, but Larry just figured maybe he was homesick and lonely, so he allowed Jonne the touch. He figured by some miracle the other man had not yet seen his hard-on - he didn't know how, but whatever it was, he thanked the gods for it. That is, until a very soft hand - small in comparison with his own - wrapped around him and started to stroke. He gasped but did not have the physical strength to stop Jonne, nor could he turn around to see the expression on his face. All he could feel was Jonne's skin pressed up against his back and.... was he getting hard? No. He had to be dreaming.
"Wh-what are you doing?" he managed to gasp, just looking down, watching those thin pale fingers wrapped around him and stroking, wrist flicking to rub his soft palm over the head.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" Jonne asked in a tone that was so absolutely brazen and naughty that it took Larry's breath away.
"Jonne...." But Larry couldn't come up with any argument, especially not after that.
The blonde just smiled, increasing the pressure and speed of his hand. "This was your surprise, wasn't it?"
"N-not... ex..actly..." Larry gasped. Ohgod. Jonne had him so close, he couldn't help bucking his hips into the blonde's hand. Jonne's spare hand went to cradle his balls, squeezing lightly, and that was it, he was gone. He came with a loud cry, not exactly sure what had just happened but keeping his eyes closed for a moment. He only opened them again when he heard Jonne's voice again.
"Shame that had to go to waste," he whispered naughtily in Larry's ear, watching as the water washed away his cum. "But I do suppose I can still get a *little* taste."
Larry felt himself twitch with one little aftershock as Jonne dropped to his knees and took him into his mouth, cleaning him off, sucking slightly. When the blonde pulled away, there was a look of satisfaction on his face and he couldn't help but laugh at the look of complete bewilderment on Larry's face. "Lauri, I'm not as innocent as you think."
"No shit," Larry said, eyes still a little wide as he rested a hand on the wall, using the other to help Jonne up.
"You taste good," the blonde offered, licking his lips.
That only made Larry's eyes grow wider. Who the hell was this and what had they done to Jonne?
"Well, aren't you going to give me my 'surprise' or am I going to have to do it myself?" Jonne asked, taking himself in his own hand, making no movements yet but just holding on. "Come on, Christus has taught me a thing or two, you saw!"
"Christus?!" Larry asked, enraged. Why that little... Taking advantage of Jonne that way!!!
Jonne nearly died laughing at the look on Larry's face. "Oh come on, you fuck around with him too, *everyone* does. Besides, I only went to him because I wanted to learn for you." He batted his eyelashes.
Larry just looked at him in disbelief. That glimmer in his eye, that little spark of happiness and playfulness - that was the Jonne he knew. This was stage-persona-Jonne on crack - or probably viagra, he guessed; Christus had probably given it to him, along with coaching advice on how to act. Larry definitely intended to have a talk with Christus after this. His arms wrapped around Jonne's waist and he lightly batted the other man's hand away, giving him a few teasing little strokes. "Alright, I'll give you your surprise on two conditions," he said, starting to kiss at the blonde's neck. God, Jonne tasted *so* good, and there was just a little bit of saltiness left on his skin from sweat.
"I'm listening," Jonne said, looking down at Larry's hand on him, expression impatient.
"One, you tell me how many viagra Christus gave you," Larry said, raising a questioning eyebrow, rubbing his thumb over the head of Jonne to keep him talking.
"Mmgh... one.... but I..." *pant* "...didn't take it...."
"Good. Now the second condition is easy. No matter what Christus may have told you I like in bed, just be yourself."
Jonne's demeanor immediately changed, to the shy boy Larry knew he was. "Can we kiss while you touch me, then? I like to kiss you. You have soft lips."
"Of course we can," Larry smiled, nuzzling their lips together, kissing softly, sucking on Jonne's lip before finally allowing himself to kiss fully, deeply, his hand moving on Jonne, making the singer gasp into the kiss, which made Larry shudder. But then he remembered he had forgotten one thing. He wasn't cruel enough to stop touching Jonne, but he did stop kissing for long enough to ask, "And what about your girlfriend?"
"Completely a... Mmm.... rouse. Once I figured out I was gay... Ungh... Tommi figured it would be a good idea to have some hot model... faster, Lauri!... pretending to be my girlfriend..."
But Larry didn't go faster, instead he dropped to his knees in front of Jonne. "You're gay?"
"And you like me?"
This time though, Jonne shook his head.
Larry raised a questioning eyebrow at that, and Jonne blushed, all the way from head to toe as he whispered: "I think I love you."
*THAT* brought a huge smile to Larry's face. "I love you too, Jonne," Larry said before taking Jonne into his mouth, working his tongue around him, sucking softly.
Even while getting sucked off, Jonne didn't shut up - which Larry actually thought was kind of cute, but didn't say so as he had his mouth full. "Ohgod... I've never had a guy... Nnghhhh.... suck me off before...." A pitiful whine left his throat. "It's so much better.... than... mmmfuck.... girls..."
Larry almost decided to kill Christus - since logically that meant the other man had probably made Jonne suck him off and not returned the favor - but then he decided to grant him a *little* grace, for saving him the honor of showing Jonne how good it felt to be touched exactly right, exactly as he wanted and needed and ached to be touched, and the little blonde came in no time. Jonne looked embarrassed at how fast - almost afraid Larry would comment - but of course he didn't, only pressed a long kiss to the leadsinger's lips, his tongue flicking against his to give him a little taste of himself. Jonne had never tasted himself before and Larry could tell by the way he purred and sought his tongue out again.
Eventually they finished up their shower, washing eachother, Larry giving Jonne a little backrub to relax him, neither of them able to wipe the smiles off their faces. Really, this had been a long time coming.
After they got out of the shower they dried off and climbed into bed together - neither having to say that they would sleep in the same bed, both just knowing - neither of them bothering with pajamas, wanting to enjoy the newfound sensation of skin on skin, but piling on the covers against the cold winter outside.
"Lauri?" Jonne whispered quietly, after a while of laying in the dark snuggled up, somehow knowing that the other man was still awake.
The cuteness of what Jonne asked next almost made Larry's heart melt. "Will you be my boyfriend?"
Grinning from ear to ear, Larry pulled Jonne's body as close to him as he could and found his lips in the darkness somehow. "Yeah. I'll be your boyfriend, sweetheart."
"M'kay," Jonne said sleepily in the most adorable voice, as if all was right in the world now and everything had been taken care of. "Night night, Lauri."
"Goodnight, angel," Larry said, smiling as he felt Jonne's breathing even out, knowing he was asleep. He laid awake for a while, watching over Jonne before sleep overtook him as well. But the last coherent thought he had made him fall asleep with a smile on his face: it had all started with a bucket of ice water and a surprise.