Fifth Day of Gift-Giving: Fights (and Reconciliations)
Prompt(s): It had all just been a big misunderstanding and after finding that out, all they could do was laugh or... something else 😏
Today's piece is a standalone unrelated to the previous parts (because, being a hopeless conflict-avoider myself, I just couldn't make the Olli and Allu in that story have a fight of any sort; all the pining is plenty enough suffering for them, don't you agree? 🤧). Even this one is less about the fight and more about the reconciliation, I hope you enjoy (rated M for you pleasure) 😌💞
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Olli stared at the empty bag. Where there used to be a perfectly balanced, hand-picked selection of the finest Finnish pick & mix candy that were supposed to last him the whole tour, there was now but a sad pile of sugar left. He closed his eyes and attempted to counted to ten, but reaching eleven, his blood was still boiling, so he decided to keep going until he'd stop clenching his fists and maybe come up with at least some level of adult reaction to this unfortunate event – in the end, it was just candy. It's not like he had suffered great economical loss or profoundly traumatic, unforgivable abuse; that being said, he was still pretty damn bitter about having spent the whole day looking forward to keeping his brain buzzing with some sugar in between the soundcheck and the show, only to peek in his bunk and find his secret stash exceptionally candyless.
He had only one suspect: the only other person in their midst who knew of the secret stash.
Olli supposed he had only himself to blame, however; he was famililar with Aleksi's sweet tooth. Yet, in his moment of weakness (that is, lost in the man's blue eyes and the magic his hand was perfoming on Olli's cock the other night), he had revealed the nook of his bunk bed in which he kept the goodies hidden from sight. Even during their afternoon nap the day before, they had hid the small plastic bag in between them, popping a piece of salmiak or a chocolate button in their (or each other's) mouths every now and then in between cuddles and giggles. Now, Olli realised letting Aleksi that close had been an evident mistake.
"Ale?"
"Hmmmmh?" the man replied from the lounge.
"Come here for a sec."
"What for?"
"Just...," Olli inhaled and exhaled, still trying to find the words that wouldn't completely blow the whole incident out of proportion, "just come here. There's something I want to ask you."
A subtle groan sounded from the lounge (the audacity), and with lazy, dragging steps, hair mishevelled, hands in his pockets, and mouth stretched in a yawn, Aleksi appeared next to him.
"What?" Aleksi mumbled.
You're lucky you're so fucking cute, Olli thought at the sight of him. A bastard, but a cute one.
Olli steered his gaze back to the crime scene, determined to not let Aleksi's endearing appearance distract him.
"It's empty," he growled instead.
"Häh?"
"You ate my fucking candy!" Olli spat out his words.
"The fuck are you on about, dude?"
"The fuck am I–" Olli had to pause to take inhale again, failing at keeping his cool. "The fuck are you about, eating other people's food like an animal?!"
"Someone's eaten your candy?"
"Yes, YOU DID!"
"What? No I fucking didn't! Why do you think it was me?"
"Because no one else knows about the candy but you!"
"Are you sure though? It's not easy to keep secrets around here, you know, all packed up in this bus like herrings in a barrel. Eventually someone else was ought to–"
"Oh my god, Aleksi, why can't you just admit it was you?"
"BECAUSE IT WASN'T!"
"The hell are you two squabbling about down there? I'm trying to have a nap!"
The two of them were startled by Niko's head appearing from a bunk above them. Until then, it didn't occur to Olli that others may have caught up on their argument, let alone that someone may have been trying to sleep through it.
"Oh, fuck, sorry. Olli's just a bit wound up over his–"
"Ooh, yeah, I'm so unreasonably wound up alright, because Aleksi's gobbled down all my fucking–"
"Jesus, Olli, get hold of yourself, it was me!"
Olli was already prepared for another string of accusations against Aleksi when Niko's words hit him and he was left with his mouth gaping open at the unexpected twist.
"Yeah, sorry bro. Saw the bag on your bed, must have fallen there from somewhere. Couldn't really help myself, got a terrible headache and I was desperate for some sugar. I'll make it up to you, so can you please stop shouting now?"
"Uhhhmm," Olli scratced the back of his own ear, suddenly embarrassed for quite a few reasons, "yeah, sorry. It's... it's cool, don't worry about it."
He was too ashamed to look at Aleksi directly, but from the corner of his eye he could see the man raising his eyebrows at him before he stomped away to the lounge area of the bus. Olli took a moment to rub his face and let out a long sigh before walking after him.
Aleksi was already slumped on the couch, his nose as if glued to his phone screen when Olli sat next to him.
"I'm sorry, Aleksi."
Aleksi kept his eyes on his device as he spoke in an icy voice that spooked Olli to the bone.
"Oh yeah? What for? For yelling at me for no reason? For accusing me of something I hadn't even done without letting me explain myself? Or perhaps for being such an uptight control freak about your candy? Because if I had a gigantic bag of sweets on tour, I'd totally let you have–"
"Yes, yes, all of that!" Olli wailed, bonking his forehead on Aleksi's shoulder. "I was just...really looking forward to eating some today."
"Yes, that became very clear."
"Alluuuuuuuuu, I'm sorryyyyyyyy," Olli whined against the man's sweater.
"Don't you 'Allu' me, I'm still upset," Aleksi muttered, although Olli could already feel him soften.
"Is there anything I could do to stop you being upset with me? I really am so sorry." To maximise the effect of his (at least partly innocent) plea, Olli stick out his bottom lip in a pout and put on his best puppy-eyes act. He almost struggled keeping his frown from turning into a victorious grin when Aleksi side-eyed him, lips twitching.
"Guess we can think of... something."
Olli was already loving the sound of that.
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Olli wasn't exactly sure how 'trying to keep as quiet as possible while having your dick sucked by your bandmate in a moving tourbus in the middle of the night while everyone else was asleep' was an apology rather than a punishment, but he wasn't complaining, quite the contrary; Aleksi's restrained moans were honey to his ears, his soft thighs felt heavenly under his palms, and the twitch of Aleksi's cock between his lips made blood rush to his own hardening member.
"Ahh, fuck, Olli, feels so good," Aleksi whispered breathlessly. Olli could tell he was close to finishing from the way his hips kept jerking, thrusting his erection deeper in Olli's greedy mouth, and the way his hands were grasping the cushions of the lounge sofa. Determined to catch Aleksi at his climax, Olli kept his eyes nailed to Aleksi's fluttering ones as he removed one hand from Aleksi's hip bone and wrapped his fingers around Aleksi's glistening cock, with just the tip remaining in his mouth.
Aleksi's soft whines then turned into surprised gasps when Olli's hand began working on his cock, pumping it while his tongue flicked around the sensitive head over and over until he could feel hot spurts of Aleksi's cum on his tongue and lips. He kept stroking the now pulsating erection, his lips grazing the tip just lightly enough to know it was driving Aleksi insane, not stopping until Aleksi's heavy panting turned into sobs from how sensitive he was becoming.
Having cleaned them both up, Olli sat next to blissful Aleksi and began palming the bulge on the front of his own trousers.
"So. Was that alright for you? Are we even now?"
"Oh, for sure, that was... that was nice. Thanks," Aleksi slurred, still trying to calm down his breathing. "Although... it's... not the whole truth, maybe. What Niko told you."
Olli furrowed his brows.
"What's that's supposed to mean?"
"I mean... yes, Niko ate the candy, but he didn't eat all of it. I had also been to your stash earlier today, but I swear I had put it back where I took it! I guess it really had rolled out, like Niko said, and... well."
Olli weighed Aleksi's words in his mind, still casually massaging his own erection through his pants.
"I see," he nodded.
"Please don't be mad. I promise I'll never eat your candy without asking ever again."
"Oh, you better," Olli snorted, "but, ummmm. Obviously I can't let this go unpunished."
"I'll do anything, as long as you won't start screaming at me like that again."
Honey to his ears.
"You would, huh?" Olli leaned in closer to whisper his command in Aleksi's ear, his nose brushing the soft hair on Aleksi's temple. "Better get on your knees, then."
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