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29: Giving them a kiss before going to work and they are still in bed (Aleksi Kaunisvesi)

Part of the 50 wordless ways to say "I love you" series

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You could definitely imagine a better way to spend Aleksi's first day at home after Blind Channel's European headliner tour, but you also couldn't take the day off from work because it was going to be quite busy today.

Your boyfriend had only arrived in Finland late last night and when you picked him up, he was too tired to even report on the tour in detail, so he went straight to bed - but not before you smothered him in kisses and told him how proud you were of him.

Obviously, you didn't want to wake him up because the last month had been so exhausting that he really deserved and needed a good night's sleep now. You knelt down on your side of the bed to give him a light kiss on the temple, whispering, "Goodbye honey."

You stayed there for a moment longer, wishing you could just snuggle up to him and not leave the bed for the next couple of hours, but then the clock on the wall behind him caught your eye. As you realized you had to leave now or else you'd be late, you sighed and stood up, grabbing your bag and closing the door behind you as quietly as possible.

[you-can-call-me-wanda]

Water and Oil

Pairing: Reader x Tommi Lalli

A/N: HOLY HECK, this was my first time writing enemies to lovers and I must say that this will most definitely be my last!! I struggled so much with making this seem natural and not toxic and just, wow, I have no idea how much other people do this. 

You gazed up at the house in front of you and checked the address that Joel had sent to your phone one last time, confirming that you were at the right place yet again, and let out a nervous breath. The house towering above you belonged to none other than Tommi Lalli which was what made you more than a little apprehensive about going to knock on the door. Despite knowing him for quite a long time now, Tommi was someone you were infamously known amongst your friends for disliking- no, perhaps dislike was too kind of a word- hated, loathed, despised felt more accurate. You and Tommi were like water and oil.

But Joel, your best friend in the entire world, had asked you for your help and for you to meet him here so, here you were. You were too good of a friend to refuse to meet him simply based on the fact that Tommi would be there. You had unfortunately had to get used to being around Tommi considering he was in a band with, and practically brothers with all your closest friends.

You shook your head, trying to dislodge your nerves and wandering thoughts and climbed the front steps of the house. Hurriedly, as not to lose the confidence you’d quickly built up, you knocked on the front door. You smiled faintly as you heard the familiar laughter and voices of your friends inside.

That smile quickly dropped however when the door opened to reveal Tommi.

“What are you doing here?” Tommi asked you, gaze unfriendly.

You frowned back up at him and opened your mouth, about to reply in your typical snarky fashion. Joel clearly hadn’t told him you were coming. Thankfully, you were spared from answering his question. From further down the hall, you could hear Joel shout for Tommi to let you in.

“I invited them!” Joel’s voice rang out. “Just let them in!”

Tommi, despite looking like he wanted to argue with Joel’s request to allow you entrance, stepped to the side to let you through the front door without protest. You didn’t say anything to him but did shoot a small glare his way as you moved past him and made your way down his front hallway to where you had heard Joel speaking from. Behind you, Tommi sighed quietly as he shut the door and began to follow you through his house.

A chorus of ‘hellos’ greeted you as you finally entered the living room, and you found your friends. Joel, Olli, Niko, Joonas, and Aleksi wore grins on their faces as they greeted you excitedly and asked how you were. You responded with just as much enthusiasm, happy to see them all.

Tommi entered in the room behind you not a moment later.

“You can’t just invite people to my house without asking me first,” he grumbled at Joel, as he went to sit in the chair he had been occupying earlier.

You rolled your eyes at Tommi’s muttering and moved to sit next to Joel who was beckoning you over to the couch.

You pressed your lips together and forced yourself to stay silent. A fiery retort from you would only escalate things and you knew how much your friends hated it when you and Tommi fought. They only reminded you all the time.

“Oh, c’mon Tommi. (Y/N) isn’t just people,” Joel said, wrapping a friendly arm around your shoulder. “(Y/N)’s our friend and they were nice enough to agree to drive tomorrow.”

Tommi let out a small huff at the news that you would be attending Blind Channel’s trip to Helsinki the following day and glanced at you briefly before turning his gaze back to Joel and crossing his arms. You got the notion that the fact you would be going to Helsinki with the band was only brand-new information to Tommi as none of the other boys seemed that surprised.

“Why?” he asked.

He couldn’t make it any more obvious that he was unhappy to hear you would be joining them if he tried.

“Because your car is still in the shop from when you wrecked it last weekend,” Niko said, piping up from across the room. His eyebrows raised at Tommi imploringly, urging him to say less on the topic. “And Aleksi’s car won’t fit us all. (Y/N)’s doing us a big favor here.”

Tommi shook his head.

“I know why we need another car,” he said. “I just don’t see why it has to be (Y/N)’s.”

You bit your tongue and scowled at him from across the room.

According to Joel, Blind Channel had gotten the call just a mere couple of hours ago from their management that informed them that they had been invited to play on live TV in Helsinki tomorrow night. It was a super last-minute type of invite due to the fact that the band that was originally supposed to play had backed out of the contract very late. The TV station needed someone to fill the spot pretty much immediately. Of course, your friends had jumped at the chance to perform on TV and agreed to fill the spot. Now, the only issue was that all six members of Blind Channel were currently in Oulu, over a seven-hour drive away from where they needed to be in Helsinki. They had the time to get there, but they would be cutting it close. Add the short time frame to the fact that Tommi’s car was currently in the auto shop getting repaired and you get a very stressed-out Blind Channel.

So, Joel had called you up and asked if you were free and willing to help them on their journey down to Helsinki. They needed a car desperately and Joel knew you were in the area. He also knew you were a devote best friend and couldn’t possibly say no- not when they needed you.

“Besides, I didn’t wreck the car,” Tommi grumbled. “It was a fender bender.”

“Same difference,” Niko replied. “We still can’t use it.”

Tommi, who must have been able to sense that his opinion about you joining in on their adventure was outnumbered, didn’t protest anymore. At least not verbally. He just sat back in his chair and muttered out a small ‘whatever’, looking as pissed off as he normally did in your presence. You didn’t pay him or his attitude any mind though. It was always like this with him and you. Water and oil. You were used to it.

His resigned acceptance seemed to be good enough for everyone else too, and soon the rest of the boys were busy taking turns sharing the details of the trip and figuring out last-minute plans before you all left for Helsinki in the morning.

****

The following day you woke up to the sound of yelling.

You groaned annoyedly to yourself as you sat up from where you had slept on the couch the night before and rubbed at your eyes. Judging by how exhausted you felt, it had to still be early in the morning. Way too early for anyone to be shouting the way they were.

You recognized the loud voice as belonging to Tommi straight away and tried to listen to find out what all the fuss was about. Strangely however, after a few moments of listening in, you came upon the realization that you could only hear his side of whatever conversation was taking place. He was the only one shouting. Whoever he was conversing with was either worryingly quiet or nonexistent. Curious, you got up from the couch and quietly padded over to his bedroom, where you could clearly hear him from.

“I don’t care how far away you are,” Tommi was saying. “You need to turn around now!”

You cautiously peered into the room through the open door and saw Tommi talking animatedly into his cell phone. You nodded to yourself as the puzzle pieces from moments before fell into place. He looked distressed as he paced back and forth in his bedroom, running a hand through his hair.

“Olli, I’m not fucking joking!”

You had tried to be quiet as you approached his doorway, but Tommi must have sensed your presence somehow. His eyes flickered over to yours and he met your gaze. Unsurprisingly and most typical, his expression darkened upon seeing you.

He didn’t say a word to you as he shut the door in your face, wordlessly locking you out of the conversation he was having on the phone. You slumped your shoulders as you trudged back to the living room and picked up your own phone. Convincing yourself that you didn’t care what he was yelling about anyways, you let out a yawn as you sat back down on the couch and busied yourself by scrolling through the notifications you had received the night before- a few likes here and there on social medias, an email from work, a text from Joel.

The text message instantly caught your eye. Not only was it odd that Joel was texting you from inside the same house as you, but the message was sent to both you and Tommi. The pair of you weren’t usually grouped together. You opened it right away.

hey, so you probably already figured this out but we’re gone!! guess the two of you will be driving down to Helsinki together… see you there ;))

You had to read the text three times over before the words fully set in. Once they finally had however, you were practically sprinting to the front windows of Tommi’s house. Sure enough and to your utter dismay, Aleksi’s car was missing from the street outside where it had been parked yesterday night. Despite panic immediately setting in, your mind told you the boys had to be playing a trick on you. There was no way your friends would leave you here. They were the ones who invited you after all. They needed you. You turned around, ready to run through the rest of the house and check to see where Joel and the rest of the boys must be hiding but came face to face with Tommi instead when you swiveled on your heel.

“They’re gone,” he lamented, seeing the searching look in your eye and knowing what you were looking for.

“I- how?” you asked. You were still shocked.

“Early this morning,” he grunted. “Bastards.”

A million thoughts were swirling around in your head as you took in Tommi’s words and the message Joel had sent you both. Why did they leave without you? Without Tommi? There was no way Tommi and you had been left here, right? They wouldn’t do that to you. Unless…?

“I’m calling Joel,” you said, brushing past Tommi as you stalked away from him, not missing the frown that graced his face.

Truth be told, you didn’t want to be near him even if he surprisingly wasn’t being a Grade-A asshole at the moment. His mere presence alone frustrated you and you needed some privacy to call Joel and ask him what the hell was going on. You couldn’t think of anywhere else where you could be alone and out of Tommi’s sight, so you ended up in Tommi’s hall bathroom.

“Where are you?” you were asking as soon as you heard Joel pick up his phone.

“Uh, Kärsämäki?”

You could hear the distinct sound of rattling highway noise and your friend’s lively chatter coming through the background of the call and closed your eyes as you felt your stomach drop. His text wasn’t a joke then.

“Turn around,” you said. “I don’t care how far you’ve driven. Just turn the car around and come back now.”

Your words felt familiar, and your thoughts briefly travelled back to Tommi yelling into his cell earlier.

“Sorry,” Joel said, sounding the least bit apologetic. “No can do.”

“Joel, this isn’t funny!”

“It’s a little funny,” he argued. “C’mon, don’t sound so upset. We all thought this would be a good idea for the two of you. Don’t you agree that it’s high time you and Tommi learned to get along? What better way than through a road trip together? This will be good for you.”

“Good for me?” you repeated, shocked that your best friend could be so ignorant to your feelings towards Tommi and vice versa. “Do you even know Tommi? How the hell is it going to be good for me to be trapped in a car with someone who hates my guts for seven hours? I’ll be lucky if I even last the trip.”

“You’re being dramatic.”

“I’m being dramatic? You snuck off in the early morning while I was sleeping all for some elaborate scheme! How long were you planning this?” you asked. “Is this the only reason you guys invited me to come with you? Did you guys just pretend to need me so that- so you could- could prank me?”

Not missing the unmistakable hurt in your voice, Joel’s tone softened.

“What? No,” he was quick to reassure you. “We only thought of it all last night after you and Tommi had both gone to sleep. We- I really think this is a good idea (Y/N).”

“I don’t understand.”

“You and Tommi fight all the time and me and the lads are getting sick of putting up with it to tell you the truth. We just thought forcing the two of you to do this drive together might give you the time you need to set your differences aside or sort out any misunderstandings,” Joel explained. “I think- we all think the two of you could get along fine if you only tried.”

“As sweet and sentimental you guys may be,” you countered, “I’m not buying that bullshit. Tommi and I will never be friends and you’re all assholes for trying to force us to be. I’m not going.”

Joel groaned in a way that told you he predicted you would take such a defiant stand of non-attendance.

“But (Y/N), Tommi doesn’t have another ride down to Helsinki and we’re due to play tonight! He needs to be here.”

“You should have thought of that before you snuck out early this morning like a bunch of devious teenagers.”

You listened as Joel relayed what you were saying to the rest of the traitors in Aleksi’s car and felt a sick sense of pride at the sound of their worried murmuring.

“Okay,” Joel said, speaking into the receiver once more. “We didn’t want to have to resort to this, but we do have collateral. We nicked your wallet before we left.”

You let out a small gasp.

“You what?” you asked.

“We stole your wallet,” Joel stated too plainly for your liking. “Just in case you pulled a stunt like this and threatened not to come.”

“I could call the cops on you,” you said.

“But you won’t.”

You could practically hear Joel smile through the phone.

How do I always get myself into this kind of shit? you asked yourself, gazing into your reflection hanging above the bathroom sink. Because you chose the world’s biggest idiots for best friends.

“Text me the address,” you grumbled. “You owe me big time.”

****

Within the first hour of driving, you were already fed up with your sulking passenger.

You had mistakenly made the assumption that perhaps, since you were doing Tommi a favor by driving him the seven hours to Helsinki, he would have the decency to try and be a little less irritable on your journey. He had quickly proved that assumption wrong, however.

All within the first hour, Tommi had already managed to piss you off in a plethora of ways- insulting your choice in music, commenting on your driving, even messing with the temperature settings in your car. It was like he was trying to start problems with you. And you, already quite peeved with your current situation, found biting back at him came with much ease.

The most recent tiff between you and he had ended quite abruptly, and a thick silence now weighed heavily in the air. You couldn’t help but gaze over at him briefly as you continued to drive. Tommi sat in the passenger’s seat with his arm’s crossed, looking out the window.

You sighed outwardly through your nose and turned up the radio, hoping to drown out the awkward silence. The loud music wasn’t enough to cover up Tommi’s huff of annoyance at the volume change.

“Can you turn that shit down?” he complained.

You ignored him, hoping he’d get the message that you would not be changing the volume of the radio nor validating his request with any sort of response.

Clearly, the message was not received because just a minute later, Tommi was reaching for the volume knob of the radio. You saw him reaching out for it of course and stuck your own hand out to stop him from changing it. Didn’t he know that the driver got to control the music?

He reached the controls before you, but you grabbed his wrist, trying to pull his hand away from the console all together.

“Don’t fucking touch that,” you snapped at him.

“Just turn it down,” he bit back. “Or change the station.”

You dropped his wrist as you attempted to try and turn the volume back up to how it was before. Tommi was now covering the dial with his hand, so you focused on trying to pry his fingers away.

“Oh my god, you’re acting like a child,” you said as you continued to fight for control of the radio.

“Says the one scratching at my fingers like a fucking- Shit (Y/N)! Car! Brake!

You frantically looked back to the road and slammed on the brakes. The car jerked to a stop and, with mere inches to spare between you and the stopped car in front of you, you narrowly avoided an accident. Tommi’s hand had abandoned the radio and was gripping tightly at his arm rest instead as he stared wide-eyed through the windshield along with you.

There was just a mere beat of silence before more chaos erupted.

“Are you trying to kill us?” Tommi practically shouted at you.

“Oh, fuck off! That was all your fault!” you shouted back, heart racing with adrenaline.

“How is it my fault? You’re the one driving,” he said. “You need to keep your eyes on the road.”

“Which I was doing before I had to fix the radio,” you said. “It was your fault.”

“I’m the one who told you traffic was stopped,” Tommi said, seeming shocked that you were blaming him for your near car crash. “I totally saved your ass.”

“Oh, my hero,” you spat out sarcastically. “How ever can I repay you?”

He rolled his eyes.

“You could keep the radio down,” he muttered.

You let out annoyed sigh but didn’t say anything, deciding this argument had to come to an end somewhere. However, you didn’t turn up the radio either.

****

There wasn’t much conversation for the next hour or so of your drive and the silence left you feeling awkward and uncomfortable. It wasn’t an easy sort of quiet that settled between you and Tommi, but rather a tense and heavy one. You wondered if he felt as annoyed and output as you did as he scrolled through his phone in your passenger’s seat. The radio was still rattling off softly, but it did little to dull the incessant quiet.

“Are you nervous?” you asked seemingly out of the blue, after mulling over the question in your head for a couple of minutes.

Tommi looked over to you.

“Huh?” he asked, clearly confused.

“Are you nervous?” you repeated. “For tonight’s performance?”

It had felt like a simple enough question, a good way to make small talk with him. Now that you had said the question aloud though you wished you could take it back somehow. Perhaps the silence hadn’t been that bad.

“Not really,” Tommi eventually answered with a bit of a shrug. His voice sounded reserved, like he was surprised your question

“At least not yet,” he clarified. “No sense in being nervous now.”

You nodded, thankful he hadn’t responded in his typical snappish way. It occurred to you that this was probably the first time in a long time you hadn’t bitten at him either.

“Joel’s the same way,” you commented, attempting to keep the conversation going. “He gets nervous right before the gig and only right before.”

You weren’t sure what it was that you said, but Tommi frowned at your words.

“Yeah, Tommi said. “I know.”

Any tension that had been lifted came crashing back down onto the two of you again. The bitterness had returned to Tommi’s voice. He looked away from you and down at his phone again instead.

****

The two of you ended up at a McDonald’s after your trip was a little under halfway through. Your stomach had growled almost immediately after seeing a sign for the restaurant and you had pulled off the exit with no hesitation. When Tommi had asked where the two of you were going, you had informed him that it was time to eat.

You both went inside to order and took advantage of the bathrooms there as well. It felt good to be out of the car after driving for over three hours and you stretched gratefully as you waited for your food to be ready.

The two of you ordered your food separately, but Tommi managed to look both bored and uncomfortable as he stood beside you while you both waited for your orders to be ready. The two of you had made no more conversation in the car since you had asked how he felt about tonight’s upcoming show.

After you got your food, the two of you decided to just eat in the car to save time. With a  warning not to spill anything in your car to Tommi, you headed back to the parking lot where Tommi surprised you by offering to drive.

“I can drive if you want,” he said as the two of you reached the car. He didn’t even look back at you as he spoke.

You regarded him skeptically.

“Why?” you asked.

Was this just another way for him to criticize your driving?

Tommi scoffed.

“I was just offering,” he said with an eye roll.

You sighed as you thought long and hard about his offer. You were pretty spent after just the three hours of driving you had done, and you could use a break from having to stare out onto the highway.

“Fine,” you said, somewhat reluctantly tossing him the keys. “Just don’t wreck my car.”

****

Joonas called Tommi’s phone when he and the rest of Blind Channel were about two hours away from Helsinki.

Tommi had been using the GPS on his phone and had answered it right away when it started ringing, putting it on speaker since he was still driving. Neither of you even had time to greet Joonas before he started blabbering away on the other end.

“Hey Tommi! How’s the drive going?” he asked as animatedly as ever. “Have you and (Y/N) killed each other or have you finally-”

“You’re on speakerphone,” Tommi said, interrupting him.

Joonas went curiously quiet.

“Hi Joonas,” you said, reiterating your presence.

“Oh hey,” Joonas said, seeming to bounce back to life at the sound of your voice. “You are alive! How nice to hear. Are you kids having fun?”

Neither you nor Tommi answered.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Joonas continued. “Anyways, Joel asked me to call and check in on you and to let you know that we’re about two hours out. Where are you guys?”

“About four hours away,” you replied.

“Okay, so we’ll see you soon!” Joonas said, all too cheerfully.

“Not soon enough,” Tommi said under his breath.

You still heard him of course and cast him a sidelong glare.

“Well, I don’t want to keep you from enjoying the rest of your drive!” Joonas continued “Have fun you two!”

Both you and Tommi let out matching sighs as he hung up.

****

You tried to take a nap in the car as Tommi continued to drive to Helsinki, but you proved to be too restless. Instead, you settled for just looking forlornly out the window at passing cars and trees.

Your thoughts couldn’t help but wander back to the conversation with Joel you’d had in Tommi’s hall bathroom that morning as you sat.

We all think the two of you could get along fine if you only tried.

Those words in particular kept rolling around in your head. It was probably true enough that you had never really tried to get along with Tommi. When you had first met him and the rest of the boys, you had been nothing but kind to him of course, but Tommi seemed to almost reject you the minute he met you. While everybody else had so easily and quickly adopted you into their group and anointed you as their friend, Tommi had ignored any attempt for you to get to know him. At first, you thought maybe he had just been shy but when you overheard him complaining about your increasing presence to Joel and Olli one day, you knew he just disliked you.

Thus, a spark was born and the animosity between you only grew.

If you stared hard enough at the reflection in the window, you could just make out the outline of Tommi beside you. His eyes were focused intently on the road and his mouth, normally drawn into a tight frown when in your presence, was relaxed.

You’d only been stuck with him for about four hours now but even you had to admit that it wasn’t as bad as you feared it might have been. You wouldn’t go as far as to say you were getting along fine, but you weren’t currently snapping at him, and he wasn’t biting back at you. Joel would probably find it impressive.

Your eyes flickered from Tommi’s reflection back to your own, and you frowned at yourself.

We just thought forcing the two of you to do this drive together might give you the time you need to set your differences aside or sort out any misunderstandings.

****

“How much longer?” you asked.

You could see the estimated time of arrival on Tommi’s phone plain as day. You knew you were only about an hour away from Helsinki, yet you asked him anyway.

“About an hour,” he replied.

“Okay.”

It was silent for a beat.

“Thanks for driving,” you added.

Tommi looked out of the corner of his eye towards you and shrugged his nonchalance.

You thought long and hard about what you wanted to say next. You didn’t want to offend him with what you wanted to say, but you worried he make take your words wrong considering your rather bitter history.

“And thanks for not being a total asshat for the entirety of it,” you said.

You watched Tommi’s reaction with bated breath. It was odd, not wanting him to take offense to something you said. Normally, you loved getting under his skin but in this case, you really didn’t want to start anything.

Tommi didn’t seem to react positively to your comment, but more importantly he didn’t seem to react negatively either.

“I guess I could say the same to you,” he said.

****

“Can I ask you something?”

The GPS read thirty minutes until your destination, and something in your head felt like time was running short with each minute that ticked away.

“You just did,” he replied.

“Earlier, why did you get upset when I mentioned Joel?” you asked, ignoring his previous snarky response altogether.

Your question seemed to catch Tommi off guard, his ever-present frown once again gracing his face.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“Earlier in the drive,” you reminded him, “I mentioned Joel and you got all bent out of shape.”

Tommi sighed.

“You really can’t let things go, can you?” he countered.

Your eyes glanced down to where his hands readjusted nervously on the steering wheel.

“Why don’t you like me, Tommi?” trying to approach the conversation from a different direction.

You weren’t going to let this go.

Silence.

“Tommi?” you asked again, looking at him as intently as he looked at the road before him.

He sighed deeply through his nose.

“Look, just because everyone thinks we’re going to magically become friends through this little road trip doesn’t mean we have to have this discussion,” he said. “I don’t want to do this right now.”

“But I do,” you said.

And you did. After much thinking, you needed to get to this bottom of why Tommi and you couldn’t get along. Sure, maybe you and Tommi would never be friends, but you needed to know why he’s always disliked you and you may never get another chance like this to ask him.

Tommi was silent again unsurprisingly.

You just continued on.

“Look, the way I see it, I didn’t start this,” you said. You knew you sounded more than a bit accusatory, but it was true to how you felt. “I was so fucking nice when I met you Tommi. I was nice to you, and you just hated me for no reason straight away!”

Tommi sighed again.

“I’m not surprised that’s how you see it,” Tommi said bitterly.

If you weren’t mistaken there was almost a tinge of sadness in his voice too.

You arched an eyebrow.

“Well, how do you see it then?” you asked pointedly.

“(Y/N), I really don’t want to talk about this.”

“Please,” you said. “I’m just trying to understand what I did wrong.”

“You didn’t do anything!”

“Then why don’t you like me? Does it have to do with Joel or is that just something else?” you asked.

You knew you were being annoying and that this was all leading up to another fight but you wanted to know the answer. You wouldn’t give up so easily.

Tommi’s grip on the steering wheel tightened.

You softened your voice.

“Tommi? Please just tell me.”

He sighed before opening up his mouth to speak.

“Because Joel’s in love with you,” he said, surprising you greatly.

Of all the reasons you could have imagined him giving you for his dislike of you, this was not one you had expected.

“What?” you asked, wondering if you perhaps misheard him.

He dragged a frustrated hand down his face, and you didn’t miss the newly red tinge on his cheeks.

“Joel is in love with you,” he repeated. “And I- I knew that I- that I couldn’t compete. When I saw you I- you were beautiful, but Joel- he looked so happy so I just- I pushed it all aside. I don’t know how it got like this, but somehow it became that I didn’t like you at all.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” you said, shaking your head. “You think Joel is in love with me?”

Tommi risked glancing over you.

“Joel is my best friend,” you explained to Tommi. “And as his best friend, I am more than aware that he is definitely not in love with me.”

“But he spends all his time with you,” Tommi objected, tone slightly nervous now.

“Yeah,” you said. “Cause we’re best friends. Wait, so you had a crush on me?”

The heat from Tommi’s cheeks spread to his ears. That seemed to be answer enough.

“You pretended to hate me for eight months because you thought Joel and I were in love?” you asked still in disbelief that this was the reason for all the hatred between you two. “Are you serious?”

Tommi at least had the decency to look guilty.

“It sounds bad when you say it out loud.”

“You’re an idiot.”

****

When the two of you finally met up with the rest of Blind Channel in Helsinki not much later, you hadn’t done too much more talking. After Tommi’s begrudging confession and your dismayed reaction, you had both slipped back into your usual silence, deep in thought.

Joel and the rest of the boys met you and Tommi in the parking lot of the hotel you’d be staying at for the weekend. You and Tommi unsurprisingly split up as soon as the first opportunity presented itself with you practically running to Joel.

“So, how was the car ride?” Joel asked teasingly, as he helped you carry your luggage up to your hotel room.

“Awful,” you said. “It was awful. You should feel horrible about what you did to me.”

Joel just rolled his eyes at your theatrics.

“Oh come off it, it couldn’t have been that bad,” he said with a chuckle.

You sent him a glare.

Part of you wanted to spill everything to Joel, to tell him about what Tommi had confessed to you just a mere half hour ago in the car. Part of you however, felt that it wasn’t right to share it. After all, if Tommi wanted Joel to know, he would have already told him, right?

If Joel had any suspicion something had gone down between you and Tommi, he didn’t make it known. He instead carried the conversation on, talking about his own ride down to Helsinki and what their set list for tonight was looking like. You nodded every so often to appear engaged but really your thoughts were elsewhere.

Tommi had a crush on you. Well, at least he used to. Whether those particular feelings for you had diminished after you started treating him like garbage, was unclear to you. He hadn’t said that he no longer liked you, but he didn’t say that he still did either.

You kept asking yourself why it mattered anyways. Why did matter if Tommi had feelings for you still? Why did you care? You two were water and oil, a terrible match.

But there was something about him today in the car. Something new, something different. When the two of you weren’t fighting, Tommi was actually quite nice to be around.

“Joel,” you said, completely cutting off your friend’s story. “I have to go. I-I’ll be back, okay? There’s just something I need to do.”

Without waiting for a response from Joel, you were rushing down the hallway towards Tommi’s hotel room.

****

Tommi had surprise written all over his face to find you knocking at his hotel room door, almost panting from practically running down the hall.

“Did you mean it?” you asked him, skipping pleasantries completely.

Tommi quirked his brow.

“Mean what?” he asked.

“What you said in the car,” you explained. “Did you mean it? That you- how you felt about me?”

Tommi once again regarded you with hesitation but he nodded nonetheless.

You looked up at him, gaze searching his as his searched yours.

“(Y/N)” he started.

“I’m an idiot,” you finished. “This whole time I’ve been an idiot.”

“No,” Tommi said, shaking his head. “You haven’t. I treated you like shit.”

“Can we start over?” you asked.

Tommi nodded.

“I’d like that,” he said.

“Well,” you said, sticking out your hand for him to shake. “My name is (Y/N) and I most definitely do not have a boyfriend named Joel.”

Tommi laughed and rolled his eyes as he grabbed your hand to shake.

“Tommi.”

You looked down at your clasped hands and a smile rose to your face.

“I think we’ll get on just fine, Tommi.”

[theflyingfeeling]

two sweaty, horny dudes ✅

sauna ✅

no plot ✅

enjoy 💦

(or: Olli/Allu get it on at the band's sauna evening for no reason whatsover other than simply wanting each other so goddamn much)

~*~

Don't bother, Joonas, let's leave the IT club to nerd about whatever in peace.

Niko's teasing words had barely stopped echoing in the sauna when Olli's lips were already on Aleksi's shoulder, his tongue peeking out to lick a droplet of sweat above his collarbone. The boldness made Aleksi inhale sharply before nudging Olli away, although there was nothing in the world he wanted more than Olli's mouth on his skin.

"Don't," he whispered. "Not here..." Olli looked up at him from under hooded eyelids and the long lashes that framed his darkened eyes, and suddenly Aleksi could no longer remember why he was denying Olli anything at all. That was why he made no effort to stop Olli when he leaned further in to take a mouthful of Aleksi's skin just below his earlobe in his mouth; in fact, Aleksi tilted his head to give Olli more room to do so and hoped the tinted glass door of the sauna would veil their...carnal activities.

By the time they heard the showers being turned off and the door to the changing room closing, Aleksi was already half-hard from Olli's hot, wet kisses and his fingers digging into Aleksi's inner thigh. By the time the last noises of laughter and friendly banter died out in the next room, Olli was already lying down on the top bench of the sauna, back arching and low moans filling the small room as Aleksi mouthed his stomach with hungry, sloppy kisses landing all around his navel and along the happy trail to savour the salty taste as much as to worship the sweet softness of his belly. By the time Aleksi finally touched the tip of Olli's pulsing cock with his tongue, Olli was but a squirming mess under his touch, all but begging Aleksi to take him in his mouth.

The long, lingering licks Aleksi left on Olli's cock drove Olli crazy – Aleksi knew this from the way Olli's groans adopted a more needy undertone – but he had no intention to fulfil Olli's wordless pleas before he'd have the man tremble for it.

"Ale, I need to cum so bad," Olli panted, grinding his erection against Aleksi's lips that were now leaving light kisses along Olli's hardness. A lone drop of precum appeared at the tip, which Aleksi is quick to kiss away.

"Ale, please," Olli was practically whining now, "please let me cum in your mouth.

"Are you close?" Aleksi asked, although he knew the answer when he took Olli in his hand and felt it twitch in his fingers, and when he saw how Olli's abdomen contracted from the touch, and when he heard the litany of swear words leaving Olli's mouth.

"So fucking close I'm gonna cum on your face if you're not gonna take me in your mouth soon."

There was no doubt Aleksi wouldn't have loved that either, and he almost told Olli so; nevertheless, he guided Olli's cock in between his waiting lips. Hollowing his cheeks, he began sucking in rhythm with Olli's groans, making sure to let his lips graze against the sensitive tip before swallowing down again until his septum ring was nearly touching Olli's pubes. He felt Olli throbbing against his tongue, twitching in between his lips, thrusting towards the ceiling under his hands that rested on Olli's hip bones, and with every lust-filled movement Aleksi felt as if there were two, fatally horny wolves inside him: one that was determined to keep Aleksi bobbing his head up and down to help Olli reach his peak sooner rather than later, and one that was curious to see how long Aleksi could keep Olli on the edge before they'd both lose their minds.

Eventually his motive to please Olli outplayed any other, more selfish desire he might have had and he tightened his lips around Olli's cock. Olli buckled his lips uncontrollably when Aleksi added a hand to the base of his hard-on to massage it, to feel Olli's arousal under his fingertips, to revel in every twitch and throb that inspired Aleksi's own aching cock that stood neglected between his thighs. He was desperate to touch himself – he was only human, after all – but as it turned out, his hands had far more important tasks to tend to: while the other was busy gripping Olli's cock, the other had sneaked up to Olli's chest to bury his fingers in the bush of chest hair which Aleksi so loved; which Olli so loved to leave peeking from the collar of his shirt just to drive Aleksi crazy; which Aleksi couldn't wait to cover in his white semen again, like he had done just the other night on the couch of his studio.

Nearly lost in the memory of frotting himself on Olli's chest, Aleksi was almost caught off guard by Olli starting to shoot his load in his mouth. At the height of his orgasm, Olli's slurred words are a mix of fuck and Ale and don't stop, and Aleksi keeps on working his tongue and lips until every last drop of cum has been swallowed, until the only noises left in the sauna are Olli's heavy breathing and the quiet cracking of the fire.

Seeing Olli's naked body in front of him, all spent and relaxed and beautiful, Aleksi could no longer ignore his own bodily needs. He sat back against the wooden panelling behind him and finally took himself in his hand, but he only had time to give himself a few, much-awaited strokes before Olli's fingers were replacing his own and a pair of lips were crashed against his. As if desperate to taste himself off Aleksi's tongue, Olli kissed him hungrily while pumping Aleksi's erection with vigorous, experienced flicks of his wrists, which had no business making Aleksi as close to his climax as it did. Yet, he found his lips mirroring the hasty movements of Olli's, grinding his erection into Olli's fist the best he could from his tight position in between Olli and the wall, and even letting Olli help Aleksi's knee up against his own chest, pushing him further against the wall as Olli's other hand teased around his hole.

Without warning, Olli slid one of his fingers in, and with even less warning, Aleksi came hard with his bottom lip tightly in between Olli's teeth so that his cry of pleasure was muffled somewhere inside Olli's hot mouth. When Aleksi at last regained the little that was left of his senses, the fire in the sauna stove had already died out; the fire in Olli's eyes, however, drilling into his from up close as he milked the last of Aleksi's cum, only seemed to flare up.

~*~

They made out under the shower, somehow leisurely and with great urgency at the same time. Olli was wet and smooth and hot under Aleksi's palms, his every curve and bone and muscle adding fuel to the already blazing flame that was scorching Aleksi's chest and groin, even without Olli's hand stroking his cock anew.

When Aleksi came again, spilling his load on Olli's fingers and stomach, his knees trembled under him from the strength of his second orgasm that evening, nearly making him fall at Olli's feet.

He wanted to ask Olli if he would catch him if he did; if he'd crumble under the weight of it all, would Olli be there to pick him up again?

Somehow the words never left his mouth.

(Perhaps Aleksi was afraid to hear the answer.)

Instead, he got on his knees again.

[ifidiedinadream]

How do you think the guys would kiss you for the first time? Like what kind of a situation and passionate, heated, shy, etc. Like how do you think it would happen? ❤️

aleksi: i like to think of a situation where you're crushing on each other, everybody knows but you still haven't confessed, and maybe one night you're at a get together and maybe you drank a bit and you start chatting on the couch, it feels nice and you're both having fun, and at some point he tells you he thinks you're beautiful and he'd really like to kiss you right now. you would lean in and kiss him, and maybe he would be a little shy at first, but once he's confident you'd spend the whole night latched at the mouth

joel: he'd be shy. you'd be talking about something else, but he just can't stop thinking about what you might taste like, and at some point his impulsivity gets the best of him and he kisses you midsentence. you'd be taken aback, and he'd be as red as a tomato, but then you would smile and give him another kiss and his face would relax

joonas: i think he'd take you out on a date. he'd take you to a fancy restaurant and he'd kiss you as soon as dinner is over and you are on the sidewalk outside the restaurant. he'd be sweet, but if things got heated then he'd gently push your back against the wall, never breaking the kiss

tommi: i think it would happen in the comfort of his or your home. you've been spending more time than usual with each other, always ending up over at each other's house. one day you're watching tv at your place, you'd be sitting close to each other, and you'd be scooting closer and closer to him withouth even realizing it (blaming it on the cold, maybe). he'd kiss you during a commercial break, it would be sweet and gentle

olli: i can picture a first kiss in the context of laughter and light-hearted mood. maybe he just did some of his trademark Olli Bullshit, forgetting or breaking something, or maybe someone is joking at his expenses, and you'd try to "comfort" him by hugging him or taking his face in your hands. he'd use this moment to give you a kiss and you'd melt instantly in his arms

niko: the first thing that comes to mind is his smug smile. so maybe he's been talking to you with the idea of flirting all day, trying to make it happen, holding eye contact as much as he can, moving closer to you than necessary, and then he finally tells you that he likes you, and when he kisses you at last it'd be very passionate

[mithriel-of-mithlond]

WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN????

Also I need that shirt

@zelenapaprika047 on Pinterest

[flowery-mess]

Do I have some Blind channel fans here?🥳 I went to see them live last week and hehe here comes new crush on another tattooed singer, would someone be interested in Joel content?🥰

[the-very-rubiest]

No one:

Joel introducing Aleksi to the band:

[joonas-curls]

Joel & Niko Sony Music Japan Profiles

So, Sony Music Japan published those introductions about Blind Channel on their twitter account. So far only Joel and Niko has been published (and now Olli, I will do his introduction later) and I tried to translate them. Some kanjis in Joels text were really a pain in the ass but I guess it’s alright.

 Niko Moilanen

Niko has a calm personality and is a bit introverted compared to the rest of the band, listening to music on the tour bus and constantly thinking about songs (having songs in his mind).

Joel, one half of the twin vocalists, says about him:

Niko is the smartest guy in the band and the most artistic one. He also doesn’t have the ego to want the eyes of the world on him like I do. He's the type of guy who is calmly planning how Blind Channel is going to take over the world.

He describes their quiet relationship as a "yin and yang" kind of thing.

 Joel Hokka

Joel describes himself as "negative, pessimistic, and a gloomy character who doesn't believe in tomorrow," and Niko, one of the twin vocalists, agrees with it.

Niko says: Joel is hungry for everything to uncover his mind (Joel is hungry to show the world his mind).

And driven by the goal of Blind Channel's world domination, he works tirelessly even when the rest of the band members are resting. Joel is always trying to keep the band moving forward.

His favorite musicians include Nine Inch Nails, pop from the early 2000s, and recently Johnny Cash. When he was a kid, he listened to Linkin Park and Bring Me the Horizon, but now he tries to listen to a wide range of music.

[lonelyvomit]

I mean. I'm never against Niko screaming but I kinda expected the last "no sign of life" to drop into a proper metal growl yknow.

[born-to-lose]

32: Washing their hair in the shower (Joel Hokka)

Part of the 50 wordless ways to say "I love you" series

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You and Joel were showering together - actually showering. Not with the intention to have sex, just to be close to each other because there were few things as intimate as taking a shower with your partner.

After you had washed your bodies, you put some shampoo on your hands, rubbed them together and gently started washing Joel's hair, threading your fingers through his blonde strands and massaging his scalp.

He hummed softly as you did and closed his eyes, both to keep the soap from getting in his eyes and to enjoy having you wash his hair.

Of course, he returned the favour and washed your hair as well. You always did this when you showered together and you were glad that you could do it again after not seeing him for a month.

When both of you were done rinsing your hair, Joel turned the water off and wrapped his arms around you, staying silent for a moment before kissing you. "That's one of the things I missed the most," he murmured.

[nanoa1foryou]

Okay, but we all agree that Corpse should 100% cover Autopsy by Blind Channel, right? Like that song was made specifically for him. If there is one cover he should make it’s that one, yeah?

[theflyingfeeling]

sooooo here's a bit of Olli/Allu something I wrote shortly after Emma Gaala 2024. I'm probably gonna regret posting this because 🫣 but I just reeeeeeaally love how this one turned out 💔

~

i.

[in the bedroom]

The tinkle of her earrings. The clack of her high heels against the laminate flooring. The click of a lipstick case closing. The beep of an incoming message, informing their cab has arrived.

It’s all too loud for Aleksi to handle, deafening in the middle of all that silence. He’d rush out of the house to escape it, but he’s still not wearing any shoes. 

He stares at the two pairs by his feet. The other is white, spotless, unused (unloved). The black leather ones Olli once said looked cool. 

He chooses the white ones.

ii.

[in the cab]

Sleet on the glass. Streetlights blinding him through the glossy view. The reds and the yellows tinted dark through the black hue of the backseat window. The back of the driver’s headrest becomes blurry, so Aleksi rubs his eyes.

They don’t talk, but that’s nothing new. She’s on her phone or stares out on her side of the car, at her side of the world. Aleksi stares at his own and wonders if hers is as gloomy as his.

Only a small Mercedes, yet the entire Grand Canyon between them. A spacey tour bus, yet Aleksi was always drawn to Olli like a magnet. It’s laughable, and the others do laugh at it, do make fun of them, and Aleksi ignores it, because what else was he supposed to do. Olli laughs along, because of course he does, because he isn’t stuck in the crumbling ruins of a relationship he’s too cowardly to abandon before it collapses on him. 

The Mercedes drives away, but the Grand Canyon stays.

iii.

[on the red carpet]

His new shoes soaked from the first puddle on his way to the venue. His tie like a rope around his neck so he rips it off and drops it in the bin by the door. The champagne glass cold against his hand, icy like the look in her eyes before she turns to the cameras.

Olli would’ve hated it, the flashing lights and the empty questions, would have rolled his eyes at them so only Aleksi could see, and then turn back to give the photographers the most stunning picture any of them would take that evening. She hates it too, though she doesn’t mind hiding it, and (selfishly) Aleksi lets her fake it for them both.

Her hand slithering around his arm, although he’s the snake with the way he wants to slither himself free from it, and with the way his mind is poisoned with guilt and disgust, and with the way he almost sinks to the ground when someone wearing Olli’s cologne walks past them. 

He was going to need another glass of sparkly wine to get a hold of himself (and to hold something instead of her hand).

iv.

[at the gala]

Joonas’ eyes staring at him from across the table are full of questions Aleksi can’t answer. He’s worried for him, Aleksi knows, but he doesn’t need Joonas’ judgement on top of his own.

“If there’s anything on your mind… you know you can tell me, right?” Joonas said the other day, and Aleksi appreciates the sentiment, but hell would freeze before Aleksi could tell anyone what was on his mind, never mind it’s a one-word answer.

Besides, as long as he leaves it all unsaid, he can still pretend it’s not true. If he keeps quiet, he can still convince himself he’s a good, loving boyfriend who’s not in denial about his feelings for a friend. He says nothing, so nothing ever happened. 

He’s confident about it for about three seconds. Three seconds, and then he notices the text message.

You both looked so good on the red carpet

Three seconds from that, and Aleksi’s thoughts are already somewhere else. 

∞

[in a hotel room]

Heavy breaths. Warm hands. Eyes as dark and terrified as Aleksi’s own. 

His moans. His mouth. His greedy fingers sinking into Aleksi’s hair. Aleksi has no energy, no willpower to stop them.

It happens, and Aleksi lets it happen. It happens, and it’s incredible in all the wrong ways and terrible in all the right ways. It happens, and it’s the best (and worst) thing that ever did happen. 

Olli smells of vanilla and hotel room soap. Somehow the scent is strongest in his neck, so that’s where Aleksi buries his nose and leaves the rest of his tired kisses before they fall asleep.

Olli lets him, so Aleksi supposes he’s not much better than him.

v.

[in the bathroom]

He stares at the text until he can’t see it anymore, until it becomes a blur and mixes with everything else in the message thread (pointless pictures and reckless I-miss-yous at three in the morning). 

‘You looked so good’, but not as good as you did that night, sweaty and breathless next to me. ‘You looked so good’, but not as good as you did when you climbed over me, pinned me down, sank inside me. ‘You both looked so good’, yes, she’s a goddess and you’re every bit as divine as she is, and I deserve neither of you.

And neither of you deserve me, the lowest scum of the earth for playing with you both like this. 

“Ale?” 

He can’t stop his breaths coming out in short gasps and choked sobs. 

“Ale, is everything okay? Should I get–”

“Don't.”

“Can you unlock the door, then? Please? Aleksi, I’m getting worried here. Have you taken something?”

He’s still sobbing when Joonas walks in. The spikes of Joonas’s jacket are rough against his cheek.

This time, Joonas asks no questions, not even with his eyes. There’s only oh, Aleksi, and I wish you’d just tell me already, but the tone isn’t demanding.

“Tomorrow,” Aleksi promises.

vi.

[outside]

Joonas redoes Aleksi's eyeliner and takes his hand. It’s no longer sleeting outside, but Joonas still wants his umbrella from the cloakroom. 

Aleksi reads the text again and squeezes Joonas’ hand. 

I wish you were here.

“Okay, let’s go.”

Joonas offers him a cigarette from the packet he made Aleksi fish from his pocket for him. He takes it and remembers Olli’s drunken cigarette kisses on a summer night in Oulu. 

I wish you were here. 

“Fuck, the wind is cold tonight.”

Aleksi agrees. He listens to Joonas’ nail decorations clink and thinks of Olli’s chain necklace on the bedside table next to his own.

I wish you were here.

“Gonna need another drink to warm up. I hope they’ll have some good whiskey.”

Olli’s lips tasted like whiskey once. Aleksi no longer remembers where it was, only that his own did too the morning after.

I wish you were here.

“Aight. Let’s get back inside?”

Aleksi almost gets too lost in the memory to answer. 

“Yeah, I’m right behind you, just… just need another moment.” 

Joonas looks at him almost long enough for Aleksi to follow him after all (or perhaps open his mouth and tell him everything right there on the street), but leaves eventually. The second he’s gone, Aleksi opens Olli’s text again.

The wind is blowing right through him, but it’s not enough to stop his fingers from moving along the keyboard.

I wish you were here.

That wasn’t the whole truth, and he knew Olli knew that. Hell, sometimes he felt as if the whole fucking world knew that, probably better than he himself did.

I wish you were here, so that we could snicker at Joonas speaking out of his turn in interviews. I wish you were here, so I could find your hand under the table and intertwine our fingers until someone would walk by and we’d get too scared. I wish you were here, so I could whisper you a joke only we find funny. I wish you were here, so I could take you somewhere no one can see us and bite your neck so that everyone will see it afterwards. I wish you were here, so I could take you anywhere else but here, because I can’t take you home with me.

I wish I could take you home with me.

I wish you were her.

[ifidiedinadream]

Allu/reader involving mirror sex.

+ aleksi reader insert request based off of his two most recent photos but make it just pure filth

i combined these two prompts! hope you enjoy 🖤🖤🖤

the pics in question

also on ao3

You're totally naked, sitting on the bed with your legs spread wide; Aleksi is standing across from you, casually leaning on the mirror right in front of you. His hair is slicked back and he's fully clothed, his black shirt all buttoned up. The sleeves are rolled up, showing off his blacked out arms, and the neck is blacked out too, matching his eyeliner, making his skin look even paler. The contacts don't allow you to read his eyes like you normally would, his gaze more impersonal, but not leaving you even for a second. 

"Don't look at me, look at yourself," Aleksi says when he catches you staring for too long. Your fingers are working your clit and it feels amazing, even more so when you notice how hard Aleksi is inside his pants because of it. Your reflection is nothing short of obscene, everything on display and a facial expression that screams arousal and lust. You look hot, you'll admit it, so you bring the hand to your mouth to suck at your juices while locking eyes with yourself. Aleksi hums, and out of the corner of your eye, you see him adjust his crotch. 

"Like this, baby, yeah." 

He opens his pants but you don't dare take your eyes off your reflection. Your mouth waters nonetheless, wishing your fingers were his beautiful cock instead. 

Aleksi strokes himself inside his pants twice, just to take the edge off, then comes to sit on the bed right behind you, making sure you feel his hot breath on the side of your neck right away. His lips hover over your skin for a moment, and in the reflection you look like a vampire's prey about to be bitten, but Aleksi's mouth never touches you. Instead, his large hand goes to grip at your breast, squeezing tightly, just on the side of uncomfortable, while the other snakes from behind and finds your cunt, covering it entirely. You try grinding against it but it's fruitless. 

"You're so fucking beautiful," he whispers in your ear, "you're so fucking mine." 

You throw your head back against his collarbone, your hips bucking up of their own accord. Aleksi snorts and it's a low sound. 

"Not so fast, baby. Touch yourself for me a bit more first." 

He removes his hand from your cunt but the one on your breast stays where it is, loosening its grip and caressing your nipple. It feels incredible and you're more than eager to touch yourself again, massaging your clit with fast fingers. Aleksi's veiled eyes never stop looking at it. 

As he's grinding his clothed cock against the small of your back (his thrusts are small and controlled), he finally puts his hand back between your legs. He instructs you not to stop stimulating your clit with a low growl in your ear. In the meantime, one of his fingers slides inside you, causing you to moan as if on cue. He hums in turn and starts sliding his finger in and out of you. It's slow at first, almost sweet, but then he adds another finger and his pace quickens. Given how horny you already are, the sight of his fingers disappearing inside you threatens to make you come way too quickly, so you turn your gaze away from the mirror and settle it to his face just above your head. From here you can see his parted lips and his septum piercing and it isn't a much less arousing sight, all in all. 

"Fuck, you're perfect," Aleksi breathes out when his fingers go quicker and your moans turn higher, "I want you on my cock." 

"Are you gonna fuck me?" you ask, mostly for confirmation because you just can't wait to get off. Aleksi removes his hand then, bringing it to your mouth so you can clean it. You do so obediently, and you almost gag when he shoves the fingers deeper into your mouth, but the grunt that comes out of his throat makes it all worth it. 

"Hell yeah I'm gonna fuck you," Aleksi says, "I'm gonna fuck you so good." 

With that, Aleksi makes you lie down on your stomach, shoves a pillow under your pelvis and lies down on top of you. You can barely bask in the feeling of having him all around you before he grabs your chin and turns it to the mirror, so that you're looking at yourself. He's watching your face in the reflection as he shoves his big cock inside you, watching every sensation that crosses your expression. Only the first thrust is slow, however; when he's all inside, his hand keeping your face in place lowers down to find your neck, holding it tight, and then his pace becomes frantic. 

"What a perfect little whore," he grunts, obviously satisfied with the way you don't diverge your gaze from the mirror. Truth be told, you wouldn't be able to, even if you wanted: Aleksi pushing into you while staring at your face, holding your face up by the neck ever so firmly, his parted lips whispering obscenities, his contacts rolling back every once in a while and the cross shaped charm of his earring dangling with every thrust, is a sight that demands to be seen. You're hooked, fatally glued to the image in the mirror. 

"So tight and needy for me," Aleksi says a while later, when his perfect cock starts feeling way too good inside you, brushing against all of your sensitive spots, making it impossible for you not to moan out loud. You even close your eyes, but Aleksi doesn't seem to mind. He groans in your ear, urging you on, telling you to come on his cock. Other than those lovely sounds, all you hear is the sound of his cock moving in and out of you, so wet and loud and obscene. 

When you come, Aleksi grips your neck harder, which only adds to the head rush. Your moan comes out broken and Aleksi pushes impossibly hard into you, with all his might. It's the last thing you perceive before pleasure takes over completely and it's all you can feel. 

You black out for a moment. The orgasm was so intense it left you with ringing ears and tingling all over. You don't know when Aleksi came, pulled out and lay down beside you, taking you in his arms. But when you come back to your senses and that's where you are, your heart is full. 

[sparfloxacin]

so… whose shirt is it?

[incorrect-blind-channel]

Joonas: I am holding your hand and swinging it a little as we walk.

Joel: I am swinging my arm around at maximum velocity and launching you directly into the sun.

Joonas: Joke's on you, I'm not letting go. You're coming with me.

[because-its-eurovision]

(x)