Disadvantages

Hot water pounded down on Paavo's tense back, loosening the tight muscles. It did little to improve his mood. Another day, another blow up between himself and Eicca.

It was useless to dwell, but it was also the only option left open to him. Eicca wouldn't talk until he was good and damn ready, and Paavo knew this. For years he had known this. Just as for years he had known that there was no argument he could mount against Eicca's soft kisses, gentle touches, and insistent thrusts.

He wiped a hand over his eyes in frustration. Rarely did Eicca make the first move physically. It was a waste of time to fantasize about it. Of course, the tall blonde kept Paavo's hopes up by teasing him just often enough to keep the thought fresh in his mind. Like last week.... A very similar fight, so silly that Paavo couldn't even remember what it had been about. Eicca cranky or the like, and himself just wanting the mood to change for the better. A hot shower, to ease the tension. It had, but it was more than just the steam alleviating the stresses and strains between them.

Paavo turned and faced the wall as he remembered. Remembered Eicca slipping into the stall behind him, armed. Before Paavo had known he had company, his wrists were handcuffed to the nozzle over his head. Eicca hadn't been gentle in the least, and Paavo had loved every moment of it.

He felt his cock swell at the memory. Little chance of that happening now. True, it had saved Eicca some of his much hated conversing. But it had also meant he had to make the first move to make up with Paavo. Paavo sighed at how rarely Eicca gave any sign of actually caring. If the relationship was that inconsequential to him, then maybe they should both move on.

A different part of his body twitched at that thought. Unintentionally, his hands curled into fists. He tried to suppress the jealous surge, but dim he was not. A blind leaper would notice the autoerotic looks Perttu often fixed on their band mate. His little smirks seemed to grow more devious whenever Eicca shouted at Paavo, for anything.

Sighing and leaning his head against the wall, Paavo tried to lose himself in the heat. After a few moments, he found himself humming 'Kaamos ' and trying not to think about the possible implications on his own life. His tune cut off with a hitch as a heavy cloud cut off his vision. Some part of his mind realized that it was a blindfold, and he smiled to himself. It seems as if his expectations weren't all that unreasonable.

A ghost touch traveled down his spine, sliding along the slick skin. Paavo shuddered, but stayed as still as possible. He wondered how long the blonde had been watching him? He wondered if he saw when Paavo leaned himself forward, spreading his legs and leaning into the memories they had created?

He bit lightly his own lip imagining his Eicca, leaning against the wall, watching him shower. Watching him hum their composition, possibly Eicca's own full lips caught between sharp teeth. Paavo arched his back, wishing to feel those teeth sink into his skin. As if his mind had been read, Paavo felt the distinct scrape against his back. He hissed in appreciation, and mentally demanded lips and tongue and more contact. Instead, the mouth drew away. Paavo knew better than to turn around or to contend the movement. He worried that if any words were said, Eicca might change his mind. He was sure Eicca knew of the control he had over Paavo, and that it was the only thing that emboldened the lean man to exert carnal dominance.

Anything could make him shrink away, and then all touch would be lost. Paavo made a mental note to encourage his lover to be more bold when it came to the physical side of their relationship. Heaven knows Eicca was demanding and confident enough with what he wanted in other areas of their affair.

Rather, he waited. Patiently. The water turned a bit cooler, but Paavo kept his hands in front of him. He was unseeing, but felt everything. So when the water started to ricochet off of the body behind him, he let himself smile to the wall again. Eicca had returned. Paavo felt cold metal close around his wrists --handcuffs. Instead of stretching his arms over his head, the metal chain clinked against the lower faucet. The chain was taut between Paavo's wrist, wound around the faucet to hold him in place. A moment later, the water was regulated --heat returned.

Although this was less comfortable than being stretched to his full height, he wasn't in the position to complain. Anticipation erased any care he had. He strained to keep himself still, and exhaled sharply when a tentative fingertip slid down the crack of his ass.

"I guess this how we're making up from now on?"

"I guess."

If Paavo had been struggling before to keep his voice light, now it was impossible. His disadvantage dampened his senses. Suddenly the water splattered against the tiles too loudly. All he was aware of was that the disembodied voice did not belong to Eicca. Neither did the fingers that were spreading him.

His mind screamed in panic even as it raced to make sense of the situation. Ok, the few syllables were not enough to guess who was in his shower with him. But... it had to be someone he knew. Who had a key? Well, the entire band. But they were at rehearsal. Actually, practice could be through by now --who knew how long Paavo had stayed under the warm spray before the intruder joined him? His cousin had a key to water the plants while Paavo was on tour. But his cousin being here now was not even an option he cared to entertain. Perhaps someone had stolen the copy from a trusted party and broken in? It wasn't out of the realm of possibilities. You read about shit like that all the time.

"Let me go!"

He could barely believe that broken sound crept from his mouth, but the thought was trying to get out. No immediate response came from behind him. A moment later, the first digit was pushed in knuckle-deep. With a deep breath, Paavo steadied himself. Apparently, his 'friend' found him loose enough and added a second finger. Before working his hand against Paavo's resisting body, the man behind him offered little illumination to his identity. What he did opt for was a soothing "Shhh" followed by a light hand stroking Paavo's wide lower back.

Taking another long breath, he tried to steel himself for what was coming. Bent over as he was, there was little he could do to brace himself. The position was ideal for whoever was in control, and was probably why he was coerced down. He chastised himself for not thinking more clearly. In his hope of reconciliation and his blind lust for Eicca, he had gotten himself into a very bad position. Logic took over and told him to ride it out. That the worst was behind him --literally and figuratively. The intruder clearly had no intention of hurting him or he would have been threatened with a knife or gun or... or.... Paavo swallowed audibly, the weight of the situation dawning on him. The gentle 'shh'ing next to his ear did very little calm him as he felt two small and smooth hands grip his hips. The blunt pressure against his entrance sent a confused wave through him. Normally this was a moment he treasured, on the verge of passion and pain and ultimately pleasure. Now, he was on a cliff looking over unsure terrain.

Only he couldn't see a damn thing. Strong fingers massaged his flesh as the pressure increased. The man behind him was surprisingly tender, and obviously experienced. And -- Oh. God. Endowed. Huge and thick and throbbing and oh, holy fuck, inside of him.

"Holy... " Paavo bit off his swear in a whimper as he was spread open, inch by anxious inch. His breath came in short ragged gasps as he tried to spread his legs further apart and bring some level of comfort. At least the man had tried to prepare him, but nothing could prepare him for this. Without the permission of his mind, his body jerked back in response.

A barely audible snicker was Paavo's reward. Slowly, deliberate and torturous, the massive shaft stretched Paavo as it sunk deeper.

"Oh, man... please...." He had to get that whimper under control! He didn't even know what he was begging for --more or mercy. Neither would make him happy at the moment.

"Need a gag?" Again, the brief words were not enough to communicate anything except that this was a man. A man who apparently had more toys and would use them if Paavo didn't still his tongue.

Vaguely, he started to put two and two together even as the man slid partially out, and rammed himself back in. Fully seated in Paavo's ass, the man behind him started to pant. He argued with himself whether to yell out or thrust back. He wanted to scream at the violation, the freedoms taken and not given. On the other hand, he couldn't be so hypocritical not to admit to enjoying how complete and full he felt. When the young man inside him pulled out and thrust against him again, Paavo was lost to the sensations invading him.

Forcing his body back, Paavo felt blunt nails dig into his thighs. A moment later, his enthusiasm was matched as his ass was pounded. Grunts and moans filled the room and he could feel his erection straining for attention. Again, as if his mind was read, a hand closed tightly around him. The fist pulled him off, matching the battering against his backside. Gasping, he felt the waves building within him -- half unbid and half welcomed. The hand choked low on Paavo's dick, fingers reached down to caress his heavy balls. His teeth sunk into his lower lip, managing to quiet the moan for Eicca. His mind numbly recalled his lover's hands, their domestic motions. The new sensations washing over him now overshadowed and humbled his typical sexual routines. As exciting and new and dangerous as this seemed, the situation would never have come to pass if Eicca hadn't once tried it. Of course, he hadn't succeeded as well as the man who relentlessly hammered into him now.

The dull ache built inside of him, urging each nerve ending to scream its approval. Thick and sliding easily, lubed from sweat and the shower, the large cock continued to pound against Paavo. Each time the man thrust forward, clawing fingertips pulled Paavo roughly to meet the small body behind him. His mental enticement loosened the delicate grip his physical self retained, and Paavo cried out his orgasm in an unintelligible roar. Colors burst in front of his eyes, made surreal by the black cloth still covering them. Moments later, he felt the cock filling him swell and thrust a final time. A thin chest briefly slumped against his own broad back.

As if realizing that more contact than was intended had been made, the slim body jerked away. Achingly slow, the now flaccid cock slid out of Paavo's body with a sigh from both men. Shower water continued to splatter against the floor and sweaty bodies. Maintaining his silence as long as possible, Paavo finally muttered, "The water's gone cold."

He would have wanted to ask about removing the handcuffs, but wasn't sure a shared orgasm had actually shifted any power. He was still blind folded and handcuffed, and returned to mentally berating himself for not being more upset at the situation. A light snicker behind him distracted that train of thought. The water was shut off and a small key was pressed into his palm.

Paavo moved quickly to get himself undone and free before the man slipped away. He heard a belt buckle behind him; one wrist free. Some shuffling -- maybe shoes? Another wrist free! Paavo jerked up and twisted around, yanking off the blindfold. He whipped around in time to catch a towel being tossed his way, directly at his face. He pulled it away quickly, anxious to face his invader. Regardless of how amazing the past 20 minutes had been, he had decided to go with 'outraged' as the predominant emotion. Outrage turned to confusion and then exasperation as he faced the smirking face of his tormentor.

"Perttu! What the fuck was that all about?"

Stopping by the door, Perttu put his finger in between his lips and sucked -- hard. Paavo stifled a moan watching the younger man's cheeks hollow. He was so distracted, he almost missed the answer.

In a high voice, filled with false nonchalance and teasing, Perttu answered, "I just wanted to see what all the fuss was about."

"F-fuss?"

"Well, Eicca acts like you're the greatest lay." Icy eyes raked over Paavo's naked body. "To be honest, I didn't see what the big deal was. So... I came here to tell you that you have competition."

He leaned against the door frame to tug on his boots. The infallible smirk never left his face, and Paavo tried to search for logic through his afterglow. "Wh-what? Come back here, you little brat."

"Can't. I need to go talk to Eicca." That broke through the cloud. Any other day, Paavo would take Perttu's words with a grain of salt. But he knew he couldn't compete with the prodigy, especially when it came to seduction. Paavo's heart sank realizing he may be losing his lover to a bandmate. He was disturbed from his silent lament by Perttu's quiet continuation. "Change of plans, and all that. See, I was going to tell you that you had competition. But now... well, I think Eicca deserves a warning."

Paavo groaned. "You... you can't tell him you and I... that we... Perttu, don't do say anything to upset Eicca! You know how he gets."

"Possessive? Controlling?" Perttu continued to rattle off unflattering adjectives. Paavo's mind reeled, cohesive thought patterns still evading him. Worse came to worse, he could deal with Eicca. But he needed time to figure things out -- figure out what to say. Sighing heavily, and leaning against the tiles, Paavo fixed a serious glare on Perttu. "You can't tell him you and I fucked, ok?"

"Well... not in so many words." Perttu winked and bounced out of the bathroom into the cool air of the rest of the house.

Paavo shivered in the steamy yet cool room, and searched for a pair of pants. He tried unsuccessfully to suppress a flattered smile. He wondered what new torment this turn of events would lead to, and sighed again. Reluctantly facing his empty house, Paavo buttoned up his pale grey shirt, muttering to himself, "Little brat."