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Just Another Kid
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.
Does anyone actually miss the links? 'Cos they're a pain in my ass and this thing is freaking long....
Chapter Twenty-three
Bam pointed Ville to the couch and focused the camera. He watched him wave and giggle, squirming happily. “Okay. The camera is on, baby. Say hi.”
Ville giggled again, sticking out his tongue at the camera. “Hi! I’m on tape, just like Bammie!” He made a few faces, posing cutely, ever the natural performer. “You said you’d be on too.”
Bam moved to sit beside him on the couch, smiling as Ville snuggled up to him. “We’ll pretend the camera isn’t even there, alright?” He paused, letting his lover get comfortable, half in his lap.
Thumb creeping up to his mouth, Ville looked up adoringly at Bam. “You’re comfy. And you’re my most favorite person, ever.” He hugged one arm. “I love my BamBam.”
“Such a sweetheart.” Bam grinned as Ville blushed a bit, hiding his face against his arm. “How’s your arm?”
“My arm?”
“Yeah. Your bee sting.”
“Oh!” Ville examined his arm, touching it carefully. “Hurts when I poke it,” he informed Bam, grimacing a bit.
Ruffling Ville’s hair, Bam snickered. “Then quit poking it, ya retard.”
Pouting briefly, Ville smiled again when Bam kissed his sting. “All better,” he declared, resuming his position cuddled into Bam’s side.
Bam held him gently, stroking his hair. “Still havin fun in America? Or do you miss Helsinki?”
“I like to be with you.” Ville let his eyes slip half shut, relaxing completely at Bam’s soft touch. “I miss home though. I miss my mama and my daddy.”
“What about Jess?”
Making a face, Ville shrugged. “He’s too little to miss. Maybe I’ll like him better when he gets big.”
Suddenly curious at Ville’s weird concept of time, Bam tipped his chin up to see his face. “What am I to you, angel?”
Ville blinked in confusion, frowning just a bit. “What do you mean? You’re my Bammie.”
Satisfied with that, Bam smiled and kissed Ville’s cheek. “You’re just fuckin cute as hell, you know that?”
“You said fuuuuuck!” Ville drew the word out into a singsong, giggling madly. “That’s a bad word.”
Trying not to laugh at those words coming from someone who said ‘fuck’ every other sentence, Bam just shrugged. “It’s a fun word.” He watched Ville start tracing the heart tattooed on his wrist.
Holding out his own wrist, Ville compared the two tattoos. He smiled a little and pressed them together. “I like matching with you. Lemme see the other one.” Wriggling out of Bam’s grasp, he pulled both their shirts up.
Watching Ville frown just a bit as he studied the ink, Bam poked him in the tummy. “What’s wrong, babydoll?”
“Your one is wrong.” Ville bit his lip, looking up at Bam. “It doesn’t look the same as my one.” He giggled as Bam poked him again, slouching down on the couch. “Look how fat I am, Bammie.”
Snorting, Bam watched his slender boyfriend lean forward just a bit, making small rolls on his flat stomach. “That’s not fat, Vil. That’s skin. Look, I got ‘em too.” He sank into the same position. “I bet I got more rolls than you do.”
Laughing again, Ville shook his head. “Nuh-uh.” He started shifting around, trying to make his stomach roll more times than Bam’s. “I got three!” he said proudly.
Bam grinned. “I got four. I win.” He laughed as Ville tackled him down to the couch, squirming as he was tickled mercilessly. “Oh, god, Ville… Quit it!”
Grinning, Ville sat on Bam’s thighs. He stopped tickling, his hands resting on Bam’s exposed stomach. “Let’s play a game.”
“What game do you wanna play, angel?”
Ville lay down atop Bam, his forehead creased as he thought, biting at his lower lip. “I wanna play.. uhm…” He curled his fingers in Bam’s hair, resting his head on his shoulder and smiling up at him. “Let’s play paskahousu.”
“I dunno that one, Ville.” Bam smiled a bit in return, unable to help himself when his boyfriend looked at him so sweetly.
“Mustamaija?”
Laughing gently, Bam shook his head. “I dunno any of your silly Finnish games.” He kissed Ville’s nose as he pouted up at him. “You gotta pick an American game, angel.”
Sighing heavily, Ville thought again, tracing idle patterns on Bam’s shirt. “Go Fish?”
Bam fought a groan, but sat up. “Let me find some cards.” If his boyfriend wanted to play the most boring game on the planet, next to War, then Bam would deal with playing it. He spent a few minutes locating a deck of cards.
When he returned, he found Ville a few feet from the camera, talking softly and quickly. “Whatcha doin, babydoll?”
With a surprised squeak, Ville jumped and whirled around. His pale cheeks were stained dark pink, and he looked down at his bare feet. “Um, nothing? I didn’t touch anything, Bammie, I swear! I was just.. talking.”
Smiling gently, Bam put an arm around Ville’s waist, guiding him back to the couch. “It’s okay, Ville. I know you’re careful with my cameras and stuff.” He kissed Ville’s cheek before starting to shuffle the cards. “It’s your video, babe. You can talk to the camera all you want.”
Beaming at Bam, Ville twirled a strand of hair around one finger, waiting to be dealt his hand. “You’re super nice to me. Can I have a soda?” When Bam nodded he jumped to his feet. “I’ll get it! I’ll get you one, too.”
Bam set the cards down as Ville raced into the kitchen, squeezing his eyes shut for a minute. When he opened them, he took a deep breath, and dealt them seven cards each.
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.
Does anyone actually miss the links? 'Cos they're a pain in my ass and this thing is freaking long....
Chapter Twenty-three
Bam pointed Ville to the couch and focused the camera. He watched him wave and giggle, squirming happily. “Okay. The camera is on, baby. Say hi.”
Ville giggled again, sticking out his tongue at the camera. “Hi! I’m on tape, just like Bammie!” He made a few faces, posing cutely, ever the natural performer. “You said you’d be on too.”
Bam moved to sit beside him on the couch, smiling as Ville snuggled up to him. “We’ll pretend the camera isn’t even there, alright?” He paused, letting his lover get comfortable, half in his lap.
Thumb creeping up to his mouth, Ville looked up adoringly at Bam. “You’re comfy. And you’re my most favorite person, ever.” He hugged one arm. “I love my BamBam.”
“Such a sweetheart.” Bam grinned as Ville blushed a bit, hiding his face against his arm. “How’s your arm?”
“My arm?”
“Yeah. Your bee sting.”
“Oh!” Ville examined his arm, touching it carefully. “Hurts when I poke it,” he informed Bam, grimacing a bit.
Ruffling Ville’s hair, Bam snickered. “Then quit poking it, ya retard.”
Pouting briefly, Ville smiled again when Bam kissed his sting. “All better,” he declared, resuming his position cuddled into Bam’s side.
Bam held him gently, stroking his hair. “Still havin fun in America? Or do you miss Helsinki?”
“I like to be with you.” Ville let his eyes slip half shut, relaxing completely at Bam’s soft touch. “I miss home though. I miss my mama and my daddy.”
“What about Jess?”
Making a face, Ville shrugged. “He’s too little to miss. Maybe I’ll like him better when he gets big.”
Suddenly curious at Ville’s weird concept of time, Bam tipped his chin up to see his face. “What am I to you, angel?”
Ville blinked in confusion, frowning just a bit. “What do you mean? You’re my Bammie.”
Satisfied with that, Bam smiled and kissed Ville’s cheek. “You’re just fuckin cute as hell, you know that?”
“You said fuuuuuck!” Ville drew the word out into a singsong, giggling madly. “That’s a bad word.”
Trying not to laugh at those words coming from someone who said ‘fuck’ every other sentence, Bam just shrugged. “It’s a fun word.” He watched Ville start tracing the heart tattooed on his wrist.
Holding out his own wrist, Ville compared the two tattoos. He smiled a little and pressed them together. “I like matching with you. Lemme see the other one.” Wriggling out of Bam’s grasp, he pulled both their shirts up.
Watching Ville frown just a bit as he studied the ink, Bam poked him in the tummy. “What’s wrong, babydoll?”
“Your one is wrong.” Ville bit his lip, looking up at Bam. “It doesn’t look the same as my one.” He giggled as Bam poked him again, slouching down on the couch. “Look how fat I am, Bammie.”
Snorting, Bam watched his slender boyfriend lean forward just a bit, making small rolls on his flat stomach. “That’s not fat, Vil. That’s skin. Look, I got ‘em too.” He sank into the same position. “I bet I got more rolls than you do.”
Laughing again, Ville shook his head. “Nuh-uh.” He started shifting around, trying to make his stomach roll more times than Bam’s. “I got three!” he said proudly.
Bam grinned. “I got four. I win.” He laughed as Ville tackled him down to the couch, squirming as he was tickled mercilessly. “Oh, god, Ville… Quit it!”
Grinning, Ville sat on Bam’s thighs. He stopped tickling, his hands resting on Bam’s exposed stomach. “Let’s play a game.”
“What game do you wanna play, angel?”
Ville lay down atop Bam, his forehead creased as he thought, biting at his lower lip. “I wanna play.. uhm…” He curled his fingers in Bam’s hair, resting his head on his shoulder and smiling up at him. “Let’s play paskahousu.”
“I dunno that one, Ville.” Bam smiled a bit in return, unable to help himself when his boyfriend looked at him so sweetly.
“Mustamaija?”
Laughing gently, Bam shook his head. “I dunno any of your silly Finnish games.” He kissed Ville’s nose as he pouted up at him. “You gotta pick an American game, angel.”
Sighing heavily, Ville thought again, tracing idle patterns on Bam’s shirt. “Go Fish?”
Bam fought a groan, but sat up. “Let me find some cards.” If his boyfriend wanted to play the most boring game on the planet, next to War, then Bam would deal with playing it. He spent a few minutes locating a deck of cards.
When he returned, he found Ville a few feet from the camera, talking softly and quickly. “Whatcha doin, babydoll?”
With a surprised squeak, Ville jumped and whirled around. His pale cheeks were stained dark pink, and he looked down at his bare feet. “Um, nothing? I didn’t touch anything, Bammie, I swear! I was just.. talking.”
Smiling gently, Bam put an arm around Ville’s waist, guiding him back to the couch. “It’s okay, Ville. I know you’re careful with my cameras and stuff.” He kissed Ville’s cheek before starting to shuffle the cards. “It’s your video, babe. You can talk to the camera all you want.”
Beaming at Bam, Ville twirled a strand of hair around one finger, waiting to be dealt his hand. “You’re super nice to me. Can I have a soda?” When Bam nodded he jumped to his feet. “I’ll get it! I’ll get you one, too.”
Bam set the cards down as Ville raced into the kitchen, squeezing his eyes shut for a minute. When he opened them, he took a deep breath, and dealt them seven cards each.