Hey look a fic
I Love You... When I'm Drunk (Or Until Missy Comes Home).
By Amanda 'Moony' Landry
He needed to get out.
Ville Valo's apartment in Helsinki, Finland was slowly becoming what felt like a prison to him. He had hardly left the place, not since that fight with Jonna. All he'd done for the past week was either lay in bed, move out into the livingroom to stare blankly at the television, and write lyrics. But everything was coming out ... dry. Heartless. Nothing like his old writing styles that fans all over the world had learned to love the band for. Especially Bam Margera. The American pro-skater had more or less dedicated his body to Ville's band, or even Ville himself. Bam had copied two of Ville's tattoos, and the third, they got as a sort of mark of friendship, a mispronounced 'nidiot' on each of their asses.
And that's what Ville needed now. A friend. He could have stayed in Finland for that but he was quickly growing tired of his motherland. Everything about Sumoi reminded him of her. The snow they had played in, the northern lights they had watched late into the night, the ice-cold nights where they were able to let go of the person they showed to the public and be themselves, or simply gaze into each other's eyes, the same shade of green, for hours on end, happy just to be near each other's.
But those times were over. His band had said that he and Jonna were made for each other but they were wrong. If they were made for eachother, why did everything always end up like this? Every time Ville thought he had something good, it'd fall apart. Hell, that's what inspired his lyrics most of the time.
You don't need her ... you can do better. So much better, man. Jonna was kinda ew anyway. I mean, you're prettier than her, and I'm straight. Get over here, I'll get you drunk and we'll find you a new girl ... or guy. Whatever the hell you're into.
Yeah, Bam always knew how to improve a situation. The words Bam had spoken a few hours before, slightly cracked up by the cellphones being so far away echoed in Ville's mind as he grabbed his single bag from the rack above him and moved off the plane. The entire way out, his green eyes faded and tinged with red from tiredness and the emergency eyeliner-application he'd done on the plane using the shiny back of his iPod as a mirror, were focused on the white tips of his chuck taylors. He'd been at the terminal not ten seconds before suddenly strong, warm arms wrapped around him and he found himself staring into the deep blue eyes of his host. Once Bam noticed Ville had been staring at him, he pulled back immediately, keeping a good three or so feet between himself and the other male. "Um ... hi." Bam said, flashing him a quick grin.
Ville cracked a smile, realizing that it was the first time he'd smiled in ... forever. "Hello..." He said, a bit weirded out by the other man's actions. "I... I need a smoke. Now." He sidestepped Bam, heading out of the airport and out into the parkinglot. Bam stopped him, and handed him a pack of Marlboro reds... Ville usually smoked lights, but was nonetheless flattered by Bam's thoughtfulness.
"Are these the right kind? I didn't remember exactly so I just went for reds... And after I bought them I was like, shit, doesn't he smoke lights? But I was already halfway here and... I... I can go back and get the right ones, if you want..." Bam muttered, really hoping he'd pleased Ville. He'd been preparing for the other's visit since they'd spoken a week ago, made sure his friends had something other to do rather than bug them, even cleaned up his house ... well, he got Ape to do that. And his fiancee, Missy, wasn't around, since Bam knew Ville was upset about Jonna, and probably didn't want to see Bam all over some girl. So, he'd explained the situation and Missy willingly chose to stay with a friend of hers in a New York hotel room Bam paid for.
Ville nodded quickly and took the pack from Bam, tapping it lightly against his wrist before pulling off the plastic and pulling one cigarette out with his slender, pale fingers. "No, Bammie ... reds are...perfect." He lied, smiling softly again over the other, who seemed instantly relieved. Placing the cigarette between those glossed, pouty lips, he inhaled deeply, filling his asthmatic lungs with much-needed nicotine. "Get me drunk."
"I was planning on it." Bam said, then led the other towards his purple lambo by his arm, nearly pulling it from it's socket before opening the door and pushing Ville into the passenger's seat and grabbing his bags, piling them in the back before climbing into the driver's seat and starting the engine ... he'd been waiting at the airport since four in the morning, even though he knew Ville's plane didn't come until seven that night, but he wanted to be there just in case. Bam sped out of the parkinglot in his usual reckless way and glanced over at see Ville's cigarette drop out of his mouth and onto the floor. But right as Ville leaned in to get it, Bam slammed on the breaks and Ville's head collided with the dashboard.
Ville groaned, sitting up once retrieving his cigarette. "You could have warned me first," was all Ville said with a slight pout, reaching a hand up to rub where he'd hit. Had anyone else made this happen, he would have freaked out on them, but it was Bam. It was hard to be mad at him for too long. "I have a bump."
Bam tried his hardest not to laugh, but seeing his friend all pouty like that wasn't helping. "Sorry dude.. look, I'll buy tonight, okay?"
"Fucking right you will. All I have are euro."
"You could, you know, get some extanged for dollars."
"I'd rather make you pay." Ville said, cracking the window and flicking ash off his cigarette as he flashed the other a grin.
Bam couldn't help but smile himself. "You know I will anyway."
"Either that or have one of your friends pay."
"They're not around."
Ville flicked the cigarette butt out the window, looking over at Bam a little nervously. He liked Missy and everything ... but he really didn't want to deal with a woman right now. "So ... it'll just be you, me and Missy?"
"No Missy, either. She's in New York." Bam said, grinning as he saw Ville sigh in relief. "So it's just you and me."
Ville nodded. "Bam-Bam and Willa Walo."
---
Twenty-four beers and five hours later, Bam led Ville through the front door of his house and flicked on the lights, heading to the kitchen for a bottle of Jager he'd been saving for an occasion like this. When he came back, he found Ville sitting on the couch, one leg crossed over the other in a very feminine way, his fourteenth cigarette of the night between his lips.
Bam plopped down beside him and reached out for the other's cigarette, missing the first time before going at it again and grabbing the cigarette, gently pulling it from between Ville's lips before taking a drag himself. "You smoke ... too much."
"You don't smoke enough." Ville said as he took it back and took a final drag before stubbing it out, glancing at Bam. "...Jager?"
Bam opened his mouth to say something but Ville reached over and grabbed it, leaning against Bam as he took a long swig from the bottle, then handed it back.. but let go before Bam grabbed it, and the brown liquor spilled over Bam's jeans.
It took the skater a moment to realize what was going on, and when he did, he grabbed the bottle, glaring at Ville. "You wasted it..."
Ville looked up at him guiltily, looking more upset than Bam was, and Bam swore he could see Ville's green eyes darken as they filled with tears. "I'm sorry...." the vocalist said sincerly, standing up shakily. "Gonna get.. a towel..."
"You better..." Bam said, frowning at the empty green bottle as Ville stumbled off.
Bam's eyes traveled from the bottle over to the skinny vocalist, and wondered if he knew his pants were actually girl's pants. In fact, he was pretty sure that Missy had the exact pair of jeans that Ville was wearing. Bam moved forward and studied the pattern on the jeans' back pocket, then snickered. "Willa... those are giiiirrrrrllllpaaaantssss!"
Ville turned back after Bam had spoken. "..What? Oh yeah... I know..."
Bam hadn't realized Ville hurned and found himself staring at a very prominant bulge in the older man's jeans. Those jeans were definately too small.
Ville stared at Bam, knowing exactly what he was staring at. He quickly turned, grabbing a towel. "Stop staring..."
Bam looked up at Ville's head, about to ask what he had said, but then understood and turned his blue eyes to the floor, blushing furiously.
Ville came back after a moment and dropped onto the couch beside Bam, dabbing at the couch where the Jager had split without a word to Bam, who by now had turned his attention to a huge poster of Ville on the wall, compairing it with the real Ville Valo beside him.
After Ville had cleaned up the spilled Jager as much as he could, he glanced up at the poster as well, then at Bam, a small smirk forming on his lips. "So.. uhh...d-does Missy know?"
Bam snapped out of it, looking over at Ville. "Does Missy know what?"
Ville's smirk grew and he turned, sitting back on the couch. "Nothinggg...."
Bam was silent for a moment, then leaned back against Ville. "That I have you ...plaaastered on my walls to make it a little um...easier to get off when I fffuck her?... No. She has no idea."
Ville suddenly jerked away from Bam, staring at him, confused. "..What the fuck...?"
"Come on.. ya didn't expect it?"
Ville shook his head, standing up, but Bam grabbed him and pulled him back down. "Ville... don't go."
The vocalist sighed, eyes cast down towards his converse. "I'm.. just going back home... and I'llll ..a...apologize to... her... Jonna..."
"Fuck no you won't. You ain't... going back to ..hhhher."
Ville looked over at Bam, brushing a few strands of long, curly hair from his face. "...And why shouldn't I?"
Bam moved in closer, fumbling for Ville's hand. "...Stay here.. I can be your Jonna..."
Ville stared directly into Bam's blue eyes, and Bam stared back into Ville's mossy green, before Ville looked away, scowling. "You have Missy! Why the fu-- um...hell are yeh.. comin' on... to... me?"
"Why the hell do you think I'm with her, Ville?" Bam asked, then paused, having not called Ville by his proper name opposed to Willa in so long. "...Willa. Look, I'm only with her to make people think I'm.. normal. They know I like you too much to just be friends."
"That's all we are, Bam." Ville said, moving a bit away from him. "Just friends. You have um...Missy. I'm not going to be your... boyfriend or anything. She loves you."
"Willa, she's in it for the.. the money and you knowww it." Bam said, moving in closer to the other. "Look... if I could have you... I'd leave her like..." he snapped. "Like that... just like that, man..."
"All you are is a boy with a... a hard-on for his f-favorite.. rockstar. You've never even... kissed a guy, before."
"How'd youuu... knnnow?"
Ville turned and faced Bam, half-smiling. "Prove it. Kiss me."
Bam stared at the other. "...What?"
"Kiss me. Kiss me, or I'll... go back to Finland... and--" He was suddenly cut off when Bam's lips pressed against his in what may have been the most awkward kiss he'd ever recieved. Bam pulled back, and Ville stared over at him, confused.
Bam sighed softly, staring at the floor. "See...?"
Ville stared at him another moment before bursting out in, "....That was not a fucking kiss. Pretend I'm Missy."
Bam laughed softly. "...You're.. s-seriousss?"
"Yeah... I'm fuckin' serious..."
Bam looked over at Ville, who watched him expectantly a moment before Bam pulled the other into his lap. Ville, understanding what he was going for, put one leg on each side of Bam's lap, straddling him and moving in closer so their torsos were touching.
Bam shifted a bit uncomfortably beneth the other man and moved his hands under the other's black Iggy Pop shirt, resting them on his pale, pointed hipbones that protruded from above the waistband of his too-tight jeans unnessicarily held up with a black leather belt. Bam was a little taken aback -and aroused- by how soft the other's skin was.. softer than any girl he'd been with. He ran his fingertips over his hipbones gently and leaned up to kiss those pouty lips, and when his lips finally met Ville's, he felt a stiffness other than his own.
Bam was kind of surprised when Ville simply relaxed into the kiss, acting like it was the most natrual thing in the world, and slid his arms around Bam's neck, which actually brought the skater comfort. Bam let Ville lead, since in truth, he wasn't sure what to do with a guy. Ville happily took control and parted his lips slightly, and Bam slid his tongue into the the vocalist's mouth, rubbing up against his tongue with his own. Bam was begining to think things were going too slow for his taste, and aparantly Ville thought the same, as he picked up pace and pulled back from the kiss only to crush his lips against Bam's violently, grinding down onto him. The younger man automatacly responded with a gentle buck back against the other, and moved his hands from the Finn's hips to his ass, squeezing ever-so-lightly. Ville tensed up and let out the smallest little moan when Bam nipped at his lower lip, which was nearly enough on it's own to push him to the edge. The skater pulled back from Ville's Jager-flavored lips and started kissing Ville's neck gently before biting down roughly and sucking, forcing a few more of those sweet little moans from Ville. Bam bucked up agianst him again, and Ville pulled back, looking him in the eyes.
"Don't.. do that... unless... you wanna go further."
Bam looked back over at him, face a bit flushed. "...I want to."
"...You're sure?"
The skater answered by getting up and grabbing Ville, pulling him up the stairs.. which took a bit longer than anticipated due to their extreme intoxication. But once they were in Bam's room, he pushed the Finn onto his bed. Ville stumbled back and missed the bed, landing hard on his backside.
Bam let out a laugh and helped Ville up, who was pouting, but Bam fixed that by kissing him again, pushing him down onto the bed, and making sure that he landed correctly that time.
Ville grabbed Bam by the shoulders and pulled him down roughly, pressing another kiss to his lips, and let Bam lead this time.
The younger of the two broke the kiss, pulled Ville's shirt off over his head, and blue eyes took in everything he'd had to amire from afar. The vocalist's pale chest was beautiful on it's own gleaming in the moonlight pouring in through the window, but what was the most breathtaking were his tatoos, the design around his left nipple, where his sleeve tattoo began on his delicate shoulder, down to the heartagram design they shared right at the beltline. Bam leaned in, pulling down Ville's jeans just enough to kiss the center of the heartagram, something he'd wanted to do since he'd first saw it, then pulled back and pulled off his own shirt as Ville sat up and unbutton and unzipped Bam's already loose jeans, pulling them down to reveal royal purple boxers. Ville then went to pull those down as well before Bam grabbed his wrist gently, looking down at him worriedly.
Ville stared back up at him, and Bam understood and let go of his wrist. Ville pulled them down, smirking when he saw that Bam was much more impressive like this than he was soft. Now that Bam was naked, he pushed Ville down again and undid his jeans before pulling them down, finding himself not surpirsed that the singer went commando - he'd have to to fit into those jeans. Once they were off, Bam looked into Ville's eyes, and Ville porpped himself up on his elbows. "What?"
"Well..." Bam sighed, shrugging. "...Now what?"
"...Get a condom. Lubricated."
Bam reached into his top drawer and grabbed a trojan, ripping it open and rolling it on. He turned back, only to see the other seemingly.. stretching himself out. "...Ville...?"
Ville didn't stop, but looked up at him, blushing faintly. "...Well it's been awhile."
"...I could have done it for you."
"Next time."
Bam nodded and moved in closer to Ville, still looking confused.
Ville sighed and grabbed Bam, pulling him in closer while moving himself to the edge of the bed.
Bam grabbed Ville's thin thighs and spread his legs, pulling him up a bit before sighing softly and pushing inside him slowly. Ville winced, gripping the comforter beneth him.
"...I'm not hurting you.. am I...?"
Ville shook his head, though it was obvious he was in some pain. Like he said, it had been awhile. Bam just kept pushing in until he was as far as he could get, then out again before pushing in. Ville let out what was almost a whimper, and that was enough to convince Bam that everything was fine. He immideatly picked up pace and started slamming into Ville.. he couldn't help it. Ville was just so much tighter than any girl he'd been with... not to mention, he kept making those tiny little moans that drove Bam insane.
Ville was gradually getting louder, moving to meet Bam with every thrust. Even though this was Bam's first time.. Ville thought the skater was one of the best guys he'd had. Soon enough, he couldn't hold it anymore and came hard, crying out Bam's name.
Bam kept going, staring down at Ville as he came and even after, watching the other pant, his green eyes glazed over with lust, and in moments, Bam came with a loud cry of Ville's name.
He pulled out and lay down beside him, panting softly. Ville turned and lay on his side, wrapping an arm around the skater, and Bam did the same to Ville. Ville moved down, resting his head in the nook between Bam's chin and chest and whispered, "You promise you'll be my Jonna?"
"I promise, Willa." Bam replied, running a hand though Ville's hair tiredly. As soon as he knew the Finn was asleep, he fell alseep as well.
Six hours later, Ville woke up alone.