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Title: before
Author: Me
Rating: PG, nothing graphic tonight.
Summary: Sometimes fanboys aren't just fans.
Disclaimer: They're not mine, sadly. And nobody would pay me to write anyway.
Being alone never bothered him this much before.
He didn't know what it was about this boy that made him feel so... needed, for once in his life. Though Ville knew Bam was not much more than a fanboy, he felt he was. Nobody he'd met has been nearly this dedicated to anything, no less to him. The few drinks in London had blossomed into so much more than he imagined it would and that was over a year ago. They still saw eachother off and on, he'd even stayed in the boy's home, met his family and friends. Before stepping into the skater's room he had no clue so much HIM merchandice even existed, or that people even bought it. His own face plastered the walls like wallpaper and every other song he heard was his own voice floating from the speakers. Maybe Bam wasn't healthy.
But his first night there with the American changed his mind. Bam had managed to keep his friends and even his girlfriend away and the two sat alone in the darkened house, drinking beer, listening to Ville's choise of music and talking softly. Bam wanted to know everything about him, and just let him talk about his past, his thoughts and the drunker he got, even his fears and deepest inner thoughts. He smoked that night's last cigarette and stubbed the glowing end into a nearby ashtray, flashed his eyes back up at the skater but saw not his blue eyes staring back at him but felt Jager flavoured lips press against his own and he just knew right then that the boy wasn't only a fan. He was in love.
Later on Ville went to his own room but Bam insisted he come to his, and the two men lay there, cuddled up and drunk until the skater's phone went off, and Ville woke to his own voice. He left the room, got dressed and popped a few pills to ease the pounding in his skull before being just Bam's friend again. And when he caught the plane home, he hardly got a goodbye.
And now as he stared out onto the snow-laden streets of Helsinki, littered with it's usual drunks, he realized being alone never bothered him this much before.