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Summary- Bam's known for a while that Ville has a little.. problem. But what happens when it starts getting out of control?
Rating- Mostly PG-13, but since it's me, there are NC-17 bits thrown in.
Caution- This is a bloody long story.
Right then... onward.
I have no links. Sorry. Chapter Twenty has links...
“God, why are you doing this to me?” Bam stared in frustration, watching his precious house being turned upside down. “Would you stop it? Just for five minutes, just stop!”
“Bam, this place is horrible. Look at this mess. And there’s hardly any food in the fridge! I don’t understand how you can live like this.” April continued washing dishes and scrubbing counters. “Now, go get me your laundry; I know you haven’t been doing it.”
Ville came stumbling into the kitchen, rubbing sleep from half shut eyes. “Sweetheart, why are you up so early?” Pouting, he draped himself over Bam’s back, nuzzling the back of his neck. “I get cold without you.”
“Ville, how are you!” April smiled at his startled look and slight blush. She pulled him into a hug, automatically reaching up to smooth his bed-hair.
“I didn’t see you there…” Ville smiled sheepishly as he slowly pulled out of her arms. “You look lovely, as usual. To what do we owe this pleasure?”
All but beaming at Ville’s words, April looked pointedly at Bam. “You know, it wouldn’t kill you to learn some manners from your boyfriend.” She paused. “Nope, no matter how often I say it, it still sounds weird. Sorry.” She patted Ville’s cheek. “Now both of you, go get me your laundry.”
Grinning, Ville snapped off a cheeky salute. “You heard the woman, Bam. Let’s go.” He reached for Bam’s hand, pulling the grumbling skater upstairs after him. Once in the bedroom, he turned and wrapped his arms around his lover’s neck, pressing close.
Settling his arms around Ville’s waist, Bam smiled a little. He reached up for a soft, sweet kiss, hands rubbing at the small of his back. “Morning, beautiful.” He finished the job his mother had started, managing to mostly tame Ville’s hair. “How ya feelin?”
“I’m so glad you came back,” Ville mumbled against Bam’s neck. “When I heard the car… I’m sorry I hit you, darling.”
“Don’t, baby.” Bam kissed one slightly stubbled cheek, giving him a gentle squeeze. “Why don’t you go have a shower, a shave, whatever. I’ll get the laundry.”
“If you want me to shave, my love, you only have to ask. You don’t have to pretend to be all domestic.” Ville smiled as Bam flushed a little. “I know you like me looking all innocent and effeminate and shit. I forgive you.”
Bam rolled his eyes, fighting his own smile. He turned Ville round and gave him a firm swat on the arse, sending him, laughing, into the bathroom. Gathering up their combined laundry, Bam began throwing it down the stairs. Bounding down the stairs, he picked up the large pile and went to dump it in the laundry room.
When Ville came back downstairs, he moved behind Bam and leaned down to rub his smooth cheek against his boyfriend’s. “Better, love?” He sat down next to him, smiling happily when he got a warm kiss on the cheek.
Looking hesitantly at his mother, Bam shrugged a bit.
April looked away, concentrating on putting together breakfast. She brought a big plate full of pancakes, eggs and bacon over to set before Ville. “Coffee or juice, Ville? Oh, my god, look at you!”
Ville squirmed as she poked him in the side. “Coffee is fine,” he mumbled. “I’ll get it.” He stood and gasped as April nearly shoved him back down.
“I can count your ribs. You sit yourself down and eat, young man.” Turning to Bam, April frowned. “You boys can’t live on just alcohol, you know. You need to eat.”
“Told you so,” Bam snickered, ducking his head at the dark look Ville was giving him. He watched his mother practically shove a knife and fork into Ville’s hands, trying not to laugh.
“Now, eat.” April poured coffee, and opened the fridge to survey what she had brought over. “I’ll cook you some things to eat before I go. I don’t want you living on nothing but take out, either.”
Picking at his breakfast, Ville watched April bustle around the kitchen. “We’ve been eating, Ape. And we did laundry…” He paused, turning to Bam. “We did laundry when?”
Grinning around a mouthful of pancakes, Bam struggled to swallow. “Like, three weeks ago or something.” He laughed at his mother’s disgusted sound. “We’ve got clean underwear, Ape. Chill out.”
Ville waited until April returned to the laundry room, getting up and picking up his still mostly full plate. He nearly dropped it as Bam hooked a finger in the waist of his jeans. “Dammit, Bam, I nearly dropped this on your bloody head.”
“What do you think you’re doing?” Bam looked up, seeing barely anything eaten. “Sit your skinny ass down and eat.” At Ville’s contrary look, he pointed to the chair. “Don’t make me strap you down and force feed you.”
“I’m not hungry,” Ville mumbled, betrayed by his stomach growling. “Fine, then. I just don’t feel like eating.” He frowned as Bam stood he pushed him back into the chair, dropping onto his lap. “Bam, don’t make me dump you on your ass.”
Bam smirked. “You wouldn’t.” He took up Ville’s fork and speared a large chunk of pancake. “C’mon, babe. Open the hanger for the airplane.” He laughed at the glare he was getting, waving the fork around and making airplane noises.
April walked back in and shook her head. “Honest to god, you two, can’t you wait until I leave?”
Looking up from his position straddling Ville’s lap, Bam shrugged. “He won’t eat. All week, he’s been like this. Make him eat, Ape.”
Hands on hips, giving her full on maternal glare, April looked Ville over. “Is it drugs?”
“Ma!”
Amused at the question and Bam’s indignant outburst, Ville shook his head. “Of course not. Can we just drop it please?” Looking pointedly at Bam, he stood and collected his cigarettes and a slighter, moving out onto the deck.
Watching him go, Bam sighed. He watched his boyfriend smoke, not paying any attention to this mother clearing the plates away. Slowly becoming aware of her calling his name, he looked up. “Huh?”
“I said, what’s going on?” April watched her youngest son shrug, shuffling to the fridge for a Red Bull. “And don’t you tell me nothing.”
Smirking again, Bam downed half the Red Bull in one go. “It’s nothing, Ape.” He jumped back as she snapped a dishrag at him. “Quit it, woman!”
“Then tell me what’s going on.”
Bam paused, tempted for a second. He shook his head a bit. “I can’t.” Looking up at his mother, he shrugged again. “I promised. We’re handling it.” He caught the doubtful look. “Really. It’ll be okay.”
April caught him up in a spontaneous hug, sensing something in his voice. She let him squirm out of her grasp after a minute. Jumping at a loud, frightened cry from outside, she gave Bam a look. “What sort of trick did you play on him now?”
“Nothing. Ape, I think you should go.” Bam was already heading for the sliding door. “Seriously, go.” He hurried out to where Ville was huddled in a chair, clutching at his arm.
Tears spilled over pale cheeks, and Ville looked up at Bam, whimpering softly. He held up his arm, showing a rapidly swelling red mark. “A b-bee stung me…” He stuck out his lower lip as Bam gently prodded the sting. “Ow!”
Rushing out, April looked confused for a second when she saw Ville crying. “Oh, honey! What’s wrong?” She gave Bam a look when he tried to push her back into the house.
Ville cuddled into April immediately as she embraced him. He tugged his arm away from Bam and held it up to her, sniffling a bit. “A bee stung me an’ it hurts,” he whined.
Glancing up at Bam, confused, April looked back to Ville. “Are you allergic, Ville?” When he just shrugged, leaning his head on her shoulder, she looked up at Bam again. He shook his head and she gently pulled Ville to his feet. “Well, let’s go put some baking soda on it.”
Bam followed on their heels. “Ape, really. I got this. Just go home, and I’ll call you later-“
“No!” Ville pouted, clinging to April’s hand. “Let her stay, Bammie. She’s gonna take care of my bee bite.”
“Angel, I’ll take care of you.” Bam held out a hand, strangely hurt when Ville moved closer to April.
Already leading Ville to the sink, April threw Bam a look over her shoulder. “As soon as I’m done, Brandon, you’re explaining exactly what the hell is going on.” She mixed baking soda with water and spread the paste over Ville’s arm. “Don’t play with it,” she admonished as he began to finger the paste.
Scowling, Bam stuffed his hands into his pockets. He automatically went into the freezer, digging out a cherry ice pop for Ville, kissing his cheek softly. “Are you okay, babydoll?”
Nodding, Ville sniffled again even as he smiled, loving the attention from Bam and April both. “Yeah,” he mumbled around the ice pop.
“Why don’t you take that into the other room and put on a movie? Me and Ape need to talk.” Bam watched his lover’s lip tremble a bit and reached up to kiss his forehead. “Go on, Vil.”
Rating- Mostly PG-13, but since it's me, there are NC-17 bits thrown in.
Caution- This is a bloody long story.
Right then... onward.
I have no links. Sorry. Chapter Twenty has links...
“God, why are you doing this to me?” Bam stared in frustration, watching his precious house being turned upside down. “Would you stop it? Just for five minutes, just stop!”
“Bam, this place is horrible. Look at this mess. And there’s hardly any food in the fridge! I don’t understand how you can live like this.” April continued washing dishes and scrubbing counters. “Now, go get me your laundry; I know you haven’t been doing it.”
Ville came stumbling into the kitchen, rubbing sleep from half shut eyes. “Sweetheart, why are you up so early?” Pouting, he draped himself over Bam’s back, nuzzling the back of his neck. “I get cold without you.”
“Ville, how are you!” April smiled at his startled look and slight blush. She pulled him into a hug, automatically reaching up to smooth his bed-hair.
“I didn’t see you there…” Ville smiled sheepishly as he slowly pulled out of her arms. “You look lovely, as usual. To what do we owe this pleasure?”
All but beaming at Ville’s words, April looked pointedly at Bam. “You know, it wouldn’t kill you to learn some manners from your boyfriend.” She paused. “Nope, no matter how often I say it, it still sounds weird. Sorry.” She patted Ville’s cheek. “Now both of you, go get me your laundry.”
Grinning, Ville snapped off a cheeky salute. “You heard the woman, Bam. Let’s go.” He reached for Bam’s hand, pulling the grumbling skater upstairs after him. Once in the bedroom, he turned and wrapped his arms around his lover’s neck, pressing close.
Settling his arms around Ville’s waist, Bam smiled a little. He reached up for a soft, sweet kiss, hands rubbing at the small of his back. “Morning, beautiful.” He finished the job his mother had started, managing to mostly tame Ville’s hair. “How ya feelin?”
“I’m so glad you came back,” Ville mumbled against Bam’s neck. “When I heard the car… I’m sorry I hit you, darling.”
“Don’t, baby.” Bam kissed one slightly stubbled cheek, giving him a gentle squeeze. “Why don’t you go have a shower, a shave, whatever. I’ll get the laundry.”
“If you want me to shave, my love, you only have to ask. You don’t have to pretend to be all domestic.” Ville smiled as Bam flushed a little. “I know you like me looking all innocent and effeminate and shit. I forgive you.”
Bam rolled his eyes, fighting his own smile. He turned Ville round and gave him a firm swat on the arse, sending him, laughing, into the bathroom. Gathering up their combined laundry, Bam began throwing it down the stairs. Bounding down the stairs, he picked up the large pile and went to dump it in the laundry room.
When Ville came back downstairs, he moved behind Bam and leaned down to rub his smooth cheek against his boyfriend’s. “Better, love?” He sat down next to him, smiling happily when he got a warm kiss on the cheek.
Looking hesitantly at his mother, Bam shrugged a bit.
April looked away, concentrating on putting together breakfast. She brought a big plate full of pancakes, eggs and bacon over to set before Ville. “Coffee or juice, Ville? Oh, my god, look at you!”
Ville squirmed as she poked him in the side. “Coffee is fine,” he mumbled. “I’ll get it.” He stood and gasped as April nearly shoved him back down.
“I can count your ribs. You sit yourself down and eat, young man.” Turning to Bam, April frowned. “You boys can’t live on just alcohol, you know. You need to eat.”
“Told you so,” Bam snickered, ducking his head at the dark look Ville was giving him. He watched his mother practically shove a knife and fork into Ville’s hands, trying not to laugh.
“Now, eat.” April poured coffee, and opened the fridge to survey what she had brought over. “I’ll cook you some things to eat before I go. I don’t want you living on nothing but take out, either.”
Picking at his breakfast, Ville watched April bustle around the kitchen. “We’ve been eating, Ape. And we did laundry…” He paused, turning to Bam. “We did laundry when?”
Grinning around a mouthful of pancakes, Bam struggled to swallow. “Like, three weeks ago or something.” He laughed at his mother’s disgusted sound. “We’ve got clean underwear, Ape. Chill out.”
Ville waited until April returned to the laundry room, getting up and picking up his still mostly full plate. He nearly dropped it as Bam hooked a finger in the waist of his jeans. “Dammit, Bam, I nearly dropped this on your bloody head.”
“What do you think you’re doing?” Bam looked up, seeing barely anything eaten. “Sit your skinny ass down and eat.” At Ville’s contrary look, he pointed to the chair. “Don’t make me strap you down and force feed you.”
“I’m not hungry,” Ville mumbled, betrayed by his stomach growling. “Fine, then. I just don’t feel like eating.” He frowned as Bam stood he pushed him back into the chair, dropping onto his lap. “Bam, don’t make me dump you on your ass.”
Bam smirked. “You wouldn’t.” He took up Ville’s fork and speared a large chunk of pancake. “C’mon, babe. Open the hanger for the airplane.” He laughed at the glare he was getting, waving the fork around and making airplane noises.
April walked back in and shook her head. “Honest to god, you two, can’t you wait until I leave?”
Looking up from his position straddling Ville’s lap, Bam shrugged. “He won’t eat. All week, he’s been like this. Make him eat, Ape.”
Hands on hips, giving her full on maternal glare, April looked Ville over. “Is it drugs?”
“Ma!”
Amused at the question and Bam’s indignant outburst, Ville shook his head. “Of course not. Can we just drop it please?” Looking pointedly at Bam, he stood and collected his cigarettes and a slighter, moving out onto the deck.
Watching him go, Bam sighed. He watched his boyfriend smoke, not paying any attention to this mother clearing the plates away. Slowly becoming aware of her calling his name, he looked up. “Huh?”
“I said, what’s going on?” April watched her youngest son shrug, shuffling to the fridge for a Red Bull. “And don’t you tell me nothing.”
Smirking again, Bam downed half the Red Bull in one go. “It’s nothing, Ape.” He jumped back as she snapped a dishrag at him. “Quit it, woman!”
“Then tell me what’s going on.”
Bam paused, tempted for a second. He shook his head a bit. “I can’t.” Looking up at his mother, he shrugged again. “I promised. We’re handling it.” He caught the doubtful look. “Really. It’ll be okay.”
April caught him up in a spontaneous hug, sensing something in his voice. She let him squirm out of her grasp after a minute. Jumping at a loud, frightened cry from outside, she gave Bam a look. “What sort of trick did you play on him now?”
“Nothing. Ape, I think you should go.” Bam was already heading for the sliding door. “Seriously, go.” He hurried out to where Ville was huddled in a chair, clutching at his arm.
Tears spilled over pale cheeks, and Ville looked up at Bam, whimpering softly. He held up his arm, showing a rapidly swelling red mark. “A b-bee stung me…” He stuck out his lower lip as Bam gently prodded the sting. “Ow!”
Rushing out, April looked confused for a second when she saw Ville crying. “Oh, honey! What’s wrong?” She gave Bam a look when he tried to push her back into the house.
Ville cuddled into April immediately as she embraced him. He tugged his arm away from Bam and held it up to her, sniffling a bit. “A bee stung me an’ it hurts,” he whined.
Glancing up at Bam, confused, April looked back to Ville. “Are you allergic, Ville?” When he just shrugged, leaning his head on her shoulder, she looked up at Bam again. He shook his head and she gently pulled Ville to his feet. “Well, let’s go put some baking soda on it.”
Bam followed on their heels. “Ape, really. I got this. Just go home, and I’ll call you later-“
“No!” Ville pouted, clinging to April’s hand. “Let her stay, Bammie. She’s gonna take care of my bee bite.”
“Angel, I’ll take care of you.” Bam held out a hand, strangely hurt when Ville moved closer to April.
Already leading Ville to the sink, April threw Bam a look over her shoulder. “As soon as I’m done, Brandon, you’re explaining exactly what the hell is going on.” She mixed baking soda with water and spread the paste over Ville’s arm. “Don’t play with it,” she admonished as he began to finger the paste.
Scowling, Bam stuffed his hands into his pockets. He automatically went into the freezer, digging out a cherry ice pop for Ville, kissing his cheek softly. “Are you okay, babydoll?”
Nodding, Ville sniffled again even as he smiled, loving the attention from Bam and April both. “Yeah,” he mumbled around the ice pop.
“Why don’t you take that into the other room and put on a movie? Me and Ape need to talk.” Bam watched his lover’s lip tremble a bit and reached up to kiss his forehead. “Go on, Vil.”