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...eventually I couldn't help writing another piece of sauna smut with practically no plot, oops 🤷‍♀️ the premise is that the boys are having a sauna evening at some cabin, Aleksi looks like this, and yup, that's all you need to know before reading 🔥

oh, and the the title is borrowed from Bara bada bastu by KAJ

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It’s 85 degrees and a little hard for Olli to breathe. His mouth is dry and his vision almost blurring, but none of it has anything to do with the heat of the sauna nor the half a bucket of water Tommi poured on the stones before escaping Olli's wrath with a giggle. Tommi's footsteps rumble on the porch of the cabin before they recede and die away at last, presumably disappearing in the waves of the oaken tub where the rest of the band is laughing and bantering the night away.

With Tommi gone and the silent cracking of the fire his only company, Olli lets his mind wander back to the moments shared with Aleksi earlier, the cause of his current dizziness. There were the lingering looks exchanged in the changing room which still had Olli's heart skipping a beat; the peep at the round buttock before Aleksi wrapped a towel around his hips, a vision which reappears in Olli's head the very second he closes his eyes; the steam rising from their sweating bodies, surrounding them as they sat side by side outside the sauna, cold beers in their hands and unspoken words frozen on their lips. Olli bites his lip thinking back at how the chatter of their friends from around the corner had grown even more distant and their own breathing even more heavier when a carelessly placed hand had began gliding up Aleksi's inner thigh, it was torture to imagine what might have happened if Joonas hadn't rushed past them on his way to the hot tub, with Aleksi at his heels not a second after, his cheeks redder than they had been in the sauna.

Olli sits back against the sauna panels and closes his eyes. Nothing would have happened; he knows he’s being silly for even playing with the thought, yet he can’t help replaying the scene in his mind: he imagines sliding his fingers further up Aleksi's thigh and eventually inside his shorts, hoping to find something hard and hot to wrap around. The time and place would have been entirely wrong for anything more to happen, but Olli reckons that was the point of fantasies, to craft imaginary scenarios of getting intimate with someone while the rest of their party were within earshot, mere metres away with only the corner of the cabin and the hot tub privacy screen shielding them from prying eyes. 

Regrettably, even the presence of his bandmates could not stop Olli from wanting Aleksi, could not keep him from craving Aleksi's skin under his fingertips and his salty taste on his tongue. Taking in a slow breath, careful not to burn his nostrils from the heat of the sauna, Olli brings his palm to the front of his swimming shorts. If the stars were not in the right position tonight for Aleksi to stop fighting his overthinking brain and give in to desire despite the little privacy they had – as if they hadn't fooled around before with even less – Olli might as well seek for pleasure with his own hand and his foolish fantasies. He hopes they'll get him off fast enough before any of his bandmates will come back, but his fingers are barely at the waistband of his shorts when the sauna door opens and closes again as soon as Aleksi has stepped in.

His black hair is covering half his face, which is unreadable anyway when he sits next to Olli on the bench. Silence falls between them and Olli listens if the footsteps of more of his bandmates are also approaching the sauna, but the only sound he hears is the sizzle of the fire and some mindless chitchat from afar. 

Encouraged by the sudden (if only apparent) secrecy they’re blessed with, Olli glances at the man next to him. Aleksi's hair is dripping with water, and his gaze is fixed on the floor by the benches. His lips are quivering a little, and Olli wonders why so; his skin is cold where Olli's thigh touches it, so perhaps Aleksi had taken a dip in the lake before joining Olli in the sauna to warm himself up – or maybe there’s another, more gut-wrenching reason Olli fears he'll never know.

Despite the coolness of Aleksi's skin, OIli spreads his legs further apart to press their thighs against one another and see what Aleksi would do. Olli then remembers the moment they shared earlier, where innocent playfulness between friends turned into expectant silence and wandering eyes until Aleksi stormed away, and partly Olli anticipates a similar reaction from Aleksi now; however, Olli is soon to realise Aleksi is full of surprises when the man mirrors him and parts his own legs, his pale, tattooed thigh squishing against Olli’s more tanned one.

With a new boost of confidence, Olli reaches one of his fingers resting on his thigh to lightly touch Aleksi's; just a brush of his fingertip, just to test the water, just to remind Aleksi that he’s still ready and willing if only Aleksi is too. When Aleksi still doesn’t flinch or rush out of the sauna, Olli begins gently caressing Aleksi's thigh with that one finger, up and down in a slow rhythm, bringing the movement closer to the fabric of Aleksi's swimming shorts each time. Aleksi's eyes follow it in silence, until Olli's finger slips under his pant leg and Aleksi gasps softly.

His clear-blue eyes find Olli's then, and the message Olli read from them is just as clear.

We shouldn't.

Olli does not disagree by any means that they shouldn't; it’s too risky, too foolish, too everything, and they both know it. Still, Aleksi does nothing to stop Olli when his hand moves further up Aleksi's thigh, because still, there’s one argument which they both know just as well, and which would choke off any voice of reason.

We shouldn't, Olli agrees in his mind, his hand caressing Aleksi's leg, but we want to.

Without either of them noticing, they’re nose to nose all of a sudden, as if a magnetic force is pulling them together. When Olli reaches the bulge of Aleksi's shorts, a hot puff of air warms Olli's lips. Olli catches it with a needy kiss, timed perfectly with his fingers gripping Aleksi's clothed cock. It hardens inside the shorts with just a few rubs of Olli's hand, so Olli can only imagine where Aleksi's mind had been as he had sat in the hot tub with the others – and why Aleksi had dipped himself in the lake before joining Olli in the sauna. Aleksi's efforts to cool himself down seem in vain now that Olli is touching him through his shorts, his erection growing with each stroke and his mouth answering Olli's kisses with great appetite. 

Just when Olli is about to slip his hand inside Aleksi's shorts for a tighter grip on his hard-on, Aleksi shifts on the bench and, for a second, scares Olli to believe he’s going to flee again, but Aleksi only bends his knee and lifts it against his chest before pulling Olli back for more kisses. With Aleksi's thigh now blocking the immediate view from the door to Aleksi's crotch, should any of their friends decide to take another round of the sauna heat, Olli finally sneaks his fingers past the elastic band of Aleksi's shorts and palms the hardened cock his fingers discover there.

The lighting in the sauna is atmospherically dim and just perfect for Olli to admire the full thickness of Aleksi's erection once it’s out of Aleksi's shorts. He wants to keep on kissing Aleksi's sweet mouth and devouring all the helpless little noises the man is making, but time after time his gaze falls back on the cock he’s pumping up and down, the foreskin sliding back and forth as he does so. If they were anywhere else, back at the main cabin in either of their rooms or just about anywhere with a lock on the door, Olli would waste no time in wrapping his lips around Aleksi and sucking him into oblivion, but with the threat of their friends walking in on them any moment, he knew there was no time for such profound pleasure. On second thought, it’s exactly the thrill of getting caught that has Olli's own cock growing inside his swimming trunks – that, and Aleksi panting beside him, hot and sweaty and already close to the edge, if the arch of his back is anything to judge by.

A sudden noise has them both jump and Olli removes his hand from Aleksi's dick just in time before Joel's head peeps in through the door, his brows knit together.

"Did I leave my hair tie here?" Joel mutters without looking up at them and scans the floor and the lower benches with his eyes. Then he leaves just as quickly as he appeared, and Olli has to bite his lip to hold back a chuckle when Aleksi lets out a sigh that was an obvious mix of relief and frustration.

Olli waits for a few seconds before resuming jerking Aleksi off, to make sure Joel really is gone, but also to just admire Aleksi's cock standing in full erection, all pink and waiting to be touched. Once Olli's fingers wrap around it again, the smallest of whimpers sounds from Aleksi's throat, almost like a cry begging for Olli to help him come already.

"Shhhhhh," Olli hushes his warning into Aleksi's ear. Aleksi responds by grabbing the back of Olli's head and kissing him hungrily, almost angrily, commandingly, leaving Olli no choice but to quicken his strokes on Aleksi's hard-on.

There are new footsteps outside the sauna that make Olli withdraw his hand again, ignoring Aleksi's wordless protests. Olli can see Aleksi is not far from his climax by then, for his cock keeps on pulsating even more visibly than last time, even without Olli touching it, and there’s an obvious hint of impatience painted on Aleksi's face. Taking the awaiting erection in his hand again, Olli leaves small kisses along Aleksi's neck, right below his ear.

"Sorry." It’s the least he could do to make up for edging Aleksi for nothing, although he’s sure Aleksi is just as turned on by the situation as he is. That is, in essence, one of the reasons they have failed at trying to put an end to tiptoeing on thin ice like this, sneaking into each other's bunks in the tour bus or locking themselves up in backstage bathrooms for handjobs or quickies before joining the others again, pretending as if they had not just stretched the meaning of friends with benefits further once again with the way they had kissed and caressed each other.

Because is it just friends with benefits if Olli is never as happy to wake up at fuck-you o'clock for an early morning flight as when he does so with Aleksi in his bed, after staying up way too late the night before to pleasure each other with their mouths and hands and cocks? Is it just bandmates who sometimes fool around some when it’s convenient for them both, because they’re men in their twenties who have certain sexual needs to tend to when Olli finds Aleksi so goddamn beautiful when he sits next to him as he does now, eyes closed and lips parted and his cock hot and hard inside Olli's fist that it makes Olli a little crazy? And by crazy Olli means it clutches something inside his chest when he thinks about it for a little too long, takes his breath away when he as much as thinks about being like this with Aleksi, and sort of makes him want to cry about it all when it’s three in the morning and he hasn’t slept a wink because he misses Aleksi way too much.

Lost in these larger-than-life thoughts of his, Olli almost risks it all when Joel appears at the door again and Olli's hand is still squeezing Aleksi's cock. Olli thanks all the gods he can name for Joel being the way he is, oblivious to what’s happening in the sauna while still in search of his precious hair tie ('It was my only one!' Olli later hears Joel complain to someone); Aleksi, on the other hand, seems less appreciative of their good luck.

"Haven't seen it here, Jori," he huffs and thumps the back of his head on the wall panelling. "Try looking somewhere else."

Although Joel's focused gaze goes right past them as he searches the room, Olli still feels safer covering the tent on his own swimming trunks with his palm, the one that was pumping Aleksi's cock just a second ago. The pressure on his own erection is so relieving that Olli can't fight back the temptation to massage himself through the fabric once Joel leaves them alone again, but only until Aleksi groans under his breath and grabs his own cock to take matters into his own hands, literally speaking.

"No, let me." Olli replaces Aleksi's hand with his and kisses Aleksi’s mouth. He can tell Aleksi tries to respond to his kisses to his best abilities, but eventually his pending orgasm gets his tongue.

"Olli, fuck, I'm so close, fuck, Olli, fuck–"

Olli adores how verbal Aleksi often gets at the brink of his climax. It’s fascinating to see, from someone like Aleksi who’s normally so careful with the words he spills out of his mouth. It drives OIli dizzy with need, and he presses his nose against Aleksi's skin as he peppers it with short kisses, all over his cheek and neck and shoulder when Aleksi's hot cum begins flooding down the man's pulsing cock and Olli's fingers, Aleksi's mouth still repeating Olli's name and random swear words. 

Olli feels his own, still practically untouched cock react to the twitching of Aleksi's by pressing harder against the fabric of his trunks, demanding attention, but Olli is still far too busy stroking Aleksi through his orgasm to care for his own pleasure just yet. He twists his hand around Aleksi and listens to the man's quiet whimpers until the man’s cock becomes too sensitive to touch, and with one final squeeze he lets go of Aleksi, sitting back to admire the sweaty, spent man next to him while already anticipating his own soon-to-come relief.

The very second Olli finishes washing his hand off Aleksi's semen and Aleksi has tucked himself back inside his shorts, all hope for Olli to get his turn at the receiving end of some secret edging in the sauna slip through his fingers as Niko and Joonas stumble in with a heated discussion about nothing Olli cares about. As soon as they’re in, out stumbles Aleksi without waiting for Olli to follow, without so much as excusing himself before he’s already closed the door behind himself. 

Olli sucks on his lips, counts five throbs of his aching cock, and leaves his bandmates to bicker in peace. 

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Olli’s mind is as sombre as the nighttime that has fallen around him as he sits in the hot tub outside the cabin. The others have long gone back inside and have probably put their clothes back on and poured more beers by now; Olli, however, was not going to wait until they’d be back at the main cabin for some alone-time to deal with the semi hard-on he’s still sporting inside his shorts. 

Aleksi has made it clear he’s not going to offer his helping hand tonight – and the more Olli ponders about it, the more he wants to sink lower in the water until he’s fully below its surface and punish himself a little for even thinking Aleksi might have. Olli has simply gone too far this time, driven by his lust rather than any good sense, so he doesn’t really blame Aleksi for freaking out. After all, they have never been quite so close to being caught red-handed. 

With a defeated sigh, Olli stretches the elastic band of his shorts and sticks his hand inside them to promptly palm his cock. It’s not as good as Aleksi’s long fingers would be, but Olli’s balls still tighten immediately as he squeezes himself. He tries mimicking Aleksi’s usual moves: fast, long strokes along his length, as well as shorter, gentle rubs around his tip, and manages to work himself hard and throbbing in just a few minutes. 

The warm water wraps Olli in its embrace as he closes his eyes and lets the long-awaited pleasure run through his body. His strokes grow faster at a steady pace, and he’s well on his way to orgasm and halfway to forgiving himself for having been so eager today and scaring Aleksi away, when he hears quiet footsteps from behind him. 

Startled, and just a little bit annoyed at the interruption, Olli opens his eyes to find Aleksi standing by the tub, a towel around his hips. 

Olli has no time to react before Aleksi drops his towel and reveals his fully naked self to Olli. Too stunned to speak, Olli only follows Aleksi with his eyes as the man climbs to the hot tub and sits on Olli’s lap to face him. 

Aleksi looks down at him, and Olli has never been so defenseless as he was then, with Aleksi’s blue eyes piercing him and his long fingers wrapping around his erection. Their lips find each other for a slow, lingering kiss that might as well last all night as far as Olli cared, but once it ends, Olli gathers himself to speak. 

“What’s this?” He hopes he doesn’t sound too pathetic or too wonder-struck or anything else that might shoo Aleksi away from him again. 

Before answering, Aleksi gives Olli another kiss and lifts his bum, aligning Olli’s cock with it. 

“An apology.” 

A flash of a grin visits Aleksi’s lips when he lifts a finger to Olli’s lips to silence his moans as Aleksi sits back down, his hole swallowing Olli’s cock to the brim. Olli wants to cry out his bliss into the night, but the finger on his lips forces his mouth shut. 

“Or maybe revenge,” Aleksi whispers and starts rolling his hips.

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Olli and Aleksi enjoy Valentine's Day together 💘 Full picture under the cut ->

(Click the picture for better quality.. I hope)

Tähdet sun silmis ja mä sun pääl / Baby ansaitset kaiken hyvän tääl

If you wish to see the uncensored version, DM me and you can see everything ✨🍑✨

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from Aleksi's ig live 28.3.2024

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hello and happy February!! I'm back with some pointless Olli/Allu poetry if any of you fancy some 💖

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The first kiss was the easiest; it happened almost by accident, in the afterglow of a show. Olli was glowing and the sun behind him was glowing and maybe Aleksi was blinded by it all for a moment. Maybe that's why he didn't resist. 

(He knew that wasn't the reason, but he had to tell himself something in defence.)  

((Defence from the truth that he had wanted Olli to kiss him for so long by then, had thought many times he was going to, almost had done it himself just as often, under the most ridiculous of pretexts.))  

(((Homesickness? Loneliness? Heartbreak? Or simply because he wanted to know for sure?)))

((((Know for sure that he had fallen for someone he shouldn't have and that there might be no turning back if he didn't put an end to it before it ever even began.))))

After the second kiss, in the tour bus at 4 in the morning, Aleksi knew he had gone too far to back up anymore.

"You look cute when you blush," Olli told him, his eyes still closed (so how could he tell?) and his nose still touching Aleksi's (so Aleksi felt Olli's breathing on his lips), as if they were still kissing even with their mouths apart.

Which certainly didn't help at all. 

Then came the third kiss, exactly a week from the second one, the longest seven days of Aleksi's life, and it pushed him even deeper into his self-created despair while Olli was pushing him down on the tour bus sofa. It was funny how they were both sucking the life out of him too, in entirely different ways, of course; the despair with the way it kept casting shadows over Aleksi's daily thoughts (except when Olli kissed him), whereas Olli simply did it with his mouth on Aleksi's mouth and neck and cock (except they never got that far that time around, because Aleksi spilled in his shorts simply from Olli kissing him and moving on top of him). 

"That's okay," Olli whispered, and then hid his own moan in Aleksi's mouth. 

Or in his heart – same difference.

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The first morning-after was the worst: remorseful and headachy and his ears ringing with self-accusations. It got easier after that; Aleksi hated how it did. 

(Hated how the night-before always overrode any common sense that threatened to break free from its skull prison to the rest of Aleksi's body.) 

((Which would have been a shot in the dark anyway, for someone who, more often than not, tended to dismiss his own head and instead allied with his heart.))

(((His heart, which was as incompetent as an organ could be, often only pumping blood to his veins when Olli flashed a smile at him from behind his acoustic guitar – and fuck, how much Aleksi wanted to be a guitar – or when Olli glanced at him mid-show while whispering something into Porko's ear – and fuck, if Aleksi had ever wanted to be a Porko in his life; yet, here he was.))) 

((((Or when Olli anything.)))) 

"Fuck you," Olli almost giggled one morning when Aleksi's hand travelled down and down and even further down but then back up again. 

It sounded nothing like the breathless 'fuck me' Olli had whispered him the night before, but it brought back the memories just the same.  

There were morning-afters that weren't mornings at all, really, because they were at an airport or in a plane where time didn't exist, and still Aleksi found the time to want Olli so much he considered missing the flight just to sit in the VIP lounge with Olli's head on his lap until the end of time. There were also morning-afters that weren't 'after' at all, because the two of them had never slept, because making out and making love had been more urgent than dealing with jet lag.  

"Morning," Olli would still say to him, even on those morning-afters when they had done much else but looked at each other and talked and talked and talked all night. 

And fucked, of course, but that was a given. 

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For all that it was worth, Aleksi knew that keeping count on all the kisses and the nights they shared and the mornings that followed were nothing more but an excuse, a way to fool himself into a sense of control. 

For if there was a first time, there'd always be a last time, too. 

(For acknowledging it was easier than admitting he didn't want there to be a last time.) 

((For there had been signs for a while, like that time Olli had roomed with Niko instead and Aleksi would have sobbed his pillow soaked if Tommi had not been snoring in the bed next to his.))

(((For Aleksi had grown used to having Olli's sweet kisses for breakfast, and if there was a day he didn't, he thought he might as well have stayed in bed all day, until Olli would worm his way back to Aleksi’s proximity (and pants (and heart)) again and drag him into a hidden corner to crash their mouths together and suck the doubt out of him.)))

((((For a moment.)))) 

"Must there be a last time, though?" Niko asked him with a bottle of Heineken on his lips. Several empty ones stood on the table in front of them, already having served their purpose in loosening Aleksi’s lips. 

Aleksi glared at the bottles and at Niko, then at the bottles again, because surely they were to blame for Niko's failure in seeing the inevitability of it. Frustration (or intoxication (or just plain agony)) made Aleksi's head feel heavy when Niko sneered at him upon Aleksi telling him so. 

"Olli's just freaking out a bit," Niko's next words echoed into his bottle with a low-pitched snort, "and clearly he's not the only one." 

As if sensing he was being talked about – or perhaps finally noticing Aleksi's eyes following his every move – Olli held Aleksi’s gaze across the club while whispering something into Porko's ear, then shaking his head at something Porko whispered back, then rolling his eyes and shoving the guy's shoulder with a smile visiting his red (and soft (and sweet)) lips, then wriggling his way through the crowd towards Aleksi and Niko. 

Aleksi got drunk all over again on Olli's cologne as he found a seat next to Aleksi. He breathed in the scent and almost leaned in when Olli did, to speak into Aleksi’s ear. 

"If we leave now, we'll have the bus to ourselves for a couple hours.”

Niko said nothing, because he didn’t need to; the eyebrow he raised at Aleksi was enough to make him want to kick his friend in the shin. 

They walked back to the bus and said nothing, because Aleksi was just too damn stunned when Olli grabbed his hand. They undressed and said nothing, because Aleksi was just too damn scared, having stuttered in front of Olli's grace and made a lovesick fool out of himself enough for one lifetime already. They climbed to Aleksi's bunk and still said nothing, because by then they were in too much of a hurry to be skin on bare skin that there was no room for words anyway, no need for even those sweet nothings or bittersweet everythings Aleksi wished and feared to hear. 

(Nothings, although they meant everything to Aleksi.)  

((Everythings, in the sense that they could crush him.)) 

(((Sweet, like every single tiny (and not so tiny) bit of Olli was, melting right on Aleksi's tongue like sugar.))) 

((((Bitter, because how else was this all going to end?)))) 

"Hold me," Olli breathed into his ear. Aleksi would have done so without Olli asking him to, for there was little else he could have been holding on to with Olli on top of him, with Olli's chest rubbing Aleksi’s own although Olli's back was as good as pressed against the roof of the bunk. 

There was a new kind of neediness in Olli's voice as he rode Aleksi, a strange new urgency that made his whimpers sound almost like sobs. Aleksi held back his own cries, commanding all the doomsday scenarios off his mind, and guided Olli's mouth to his, into a kiss that felt familiar and reassuring in the middle of all that chaos Aleksi had been building up in his imagination for days. 

"Don't stop," Olli spoke into his mouth even with Aleksi's seed already inside him and his own having spilled all over Aleksi stomach and chest. "Take me again," Olli asked, his hips still rolling. 

'Take me, one last time,' Aleksi heard Olli's voice in his head, and flipped him over to his back.  

"Fuck me, Ale," Olli demanded from him, even though Aleksi was already balls deep inside him. 

'Fuck me now, because after this I won't let you anymore.'  

"Show me how much you want me," Olli pleaded, and Aleksi could've laughed against Olli's neck if he hadn't wanted to cry instead. 

His each and every cell craved for Olli; his every thought and action guided him towards the man; he was on his way to fill him a second time that night – what more could he have done to show him? 

'Show me how much you want me–’ Olli’s voice echoed in Aleksi's head. Just the sound of it was enough to help him climax again…

'–because you will never have me.' 

(...despite everything.)

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Olli was still asleep next to him when Aleksi awakened the morning after. It wasn't the first time, but somehow it felt like it was. 

"No," Olli mumbled like a 3-year-old when Aleksi tried to climb over him and venture after the scent of freshly picked-up Starbucks. Instead, he was caught in the trap of Olli's mouth and in the hook of his arms and legs that wrapped around him, like they had done the night before, keeping Aleksi in place until he gave in, until he stopped fighting his head again.

In the pitfall of Olli's embrace, the sweetness of his poison having stunned him, it was too easy to not care if anyone still sleeping away their night-before might hear them move together, mouths locked and hands clasped and cocks grinding as if a new day had dawned just for the purpose of them doing so – what waste would it have been to not take advantage of it? 

Finally free from the siren's spell (although only physically), Aleksi headed downstairs and tried not to stumble on the scattered sneakers on his way. He didn’t want to be as weak as he was and kept his eyes on the sweaty shoes, just so he wouldn’t turn and see if Olli was still looking at him from the bunk corridor. 

He probably would have turned eventually, if he hadn't then felt a hand grasp his just when he reached the stairs. 

A quick kiss to the bone of his cheek, a nose to his temple, then a gentle push to urge him down the steps. A hand still in his; still when the others greeted them with sleepy g'mornings; still when they sat down across Tommi who barely even cared (Aleksi decided the subtle smirk that visited on the man's lips was about something else entirely). 

Olli's head was on Aleksi’s shoulder suddenly, and it took embarrassingly long for Aleksi to even realise. Tommi hadn’t, or at least he hid it well; Joel hadn’t, but he had his phone in his hand; Joonas hadn’t, unless he was psychic and could see things even with his eyes closed as he sat half-asleep beside them; Niko had, judging by the angle of his eyebrows and the purse of his lips holding back amusement, but he was a little shit anyway.  

Maybe, all those things considered, Aleksi could find the boldness it took to kiss the top of Olli’s head, and perhaps even let his nose be buried there for a little too long, just to make his point even clearer. 

(Maybe Olli would cuddle deeper into the sofa and under Aleksi's arm and the world would keep turning; Aleksi’s heart would keep beating instead of breaking, and no one would skin him alive for it.)

((And maybe it wouldn't all crumble and fall apart in Aleksi's palms like a broken tailpipe on whatever US highway they were driving down.))

(((Because maybe there were worst crimes he could commit than falling in love.))) And maybe, Aleksi thought as he felt Olli's silky curls on his lips, it wouldn't be the last time either.

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he's soooo pretty 🥹

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Yooo!! My post just gathered >10 reblogs and im fucking...oh🤯

SOOOOO i thought that i need to share some of my Blind Channel pic edits here and they're under the cut!!

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LIVE ON THE DARK SIDE w/ Blind Channel

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nikovilhelm story

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Why is Olli on the bed half naked and with make up on? In the middle of the day? With half naked Aleksi? Makes you think….

no but listen

^this picture was taken earlier on the same day (I decided so). it's daytime and they're resting; now, if we were to argue that Olli and Aleksi, too, were "just" resting, why had Olli taken his shirt off huh?? he seems perfectly fine resting/napping here with at least his top on, so why is he suddenly stripped down to his boxers, as is Aleksi?? and no, it's not the morning and they have just woken up, hence the lack of shirts, because in those screencaps you can clearly see the bright daylight coming in through the window behind them, and besides, do you really think Olli "Mr. Recovery Man" Matela would go to bed at night while wearing heavy make-up like that?

in conclusion, they fucked, and we have every reason to believe they did so every day for their entire stay in LA. questions? 💅

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Joel's location: the cuck chair

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OH MY GOD