The First Step Is Admitting (5/10)
Tittle: The First Step Is Admitting
POV: Third
Pairing: VAM!!!
Notes: Slash.
Spin The Bottle.
I was going to post this along with the sixth chapter, but my dad got pissy with me.
Rating: PG-13 (it changed back)
Comments: Are love
Disclaimer: If I owned any of them, I'd be over the moon.
Previous chapters:
Chapter one: http://community.livejournal.com/__vam/3136111.html#cutid1
Chapter two: http://community.livejournal.com/__vam/3137169.html#cutid1
Chapter three: http://community.livejournal.com/__vam/3138196.html#cutid1
Chaper four: http://community.livejournal.com/__vam/3140029.html#cutid1
As the alcohol coursed through Bam’s bloodstream, he heard Ville in the living room, in hysterics.
“Oh Bambi!” the Finn’s deep, cool voice rang through the house.
Bam waltzed into the living room, clutching several bottles of spirits. Gin, vodka, whiskey and the absinthe. He set the bottles on the coffee table. Ville got up, he staggered slightly, even though the absinthe had only been enough to get him and Bam tipsy. Seeing the bottles on the table, he made for them. But before he had taken two steps, Bam lunged at him, tackling him to the floor. Ville and the skater rolled around in a playful battle for dominance.
In fact, so engaged were they in their tussle, they failed to notice the front door open and close. Nor did they notice the quiet entrance of Linde and Gas. They had been out for a beer and Linde, for some strange reason, had a key to Ville’s house.
Gas heard giggling and grunts coming from the living room. Dragging Linde with him, he went to investigate.
Ville had Bam pinned to the floor. For the second time that day, the skater found his face within an inch of Ville’s. Both men panting and gazing at each other intently. The blue eyes beckoned to Ville, and finally he submitted. He lowered his head, and captured the Pennsylvanian’s soft, pink lips in a kiss designed to melt his heart.
“Holy fuck,” Linde exclaimed from the doorway. He bit his lower lip, trying to stifle a laughing fit.
Linde’s exclamation startled Ville. He looked up, scowled and broke away from the kiss.
“Linde, Gas,” Ville said, standing up. “What a pleasant surprise. Tell me, how did you get in?”
Linde smirked, “front door was open.”
Ville looked at him sideways, but couldn’t be bothered arguing.
“Oh!” Gas yelled triumphantly, spotting the gin on the table. He shot across the room like a bullet, grabbed the gin and took a swig.
Ville and Linde shook their heads, exasperated. Gas and his gin. Never get between Gas and his gin.
Bam, who was still lying on the ground, was pulled up by Ville and the three of them walked over to the table to join Gas.
Pretty soon, the four friends were as drunk as someone can get before passing out, and rolling on the floor, laughing.
“How about a game?” Gas slurred.
The others nodded.“Spin The Bottle.” Linde said.
POV: Third
Pairing: VAM!!!
Notes: Slash.
Spin The Bottle.
I was going to post this along with the sixth chapter, but my dad got pissy with me.
Rating: PG-13 (it changed back)
Comments: Are love
Disclaimer: If I owned any of them, I'd be over the moon.
Previous chapters:
Chapter one: http://community.livejournal.com/__vam/3136111.html#cutid1
Chapter two: http://community.livejournal.com/__vam/3137169.html#cutid1
Chapter three: http://community.livejournal.com/__vam/3138196.html#cutid1
Chaper four: http://community.livejournal.com/__vam/3140029.html#cutid1
As the alcohol coursed through Bam’s bloodstream, he heard Ville in the living room, in hysterics.
“Oh Bambi!” the Finn’s deep, cool voice rang through the house.
Bam waltzed into the living room, clutching several bottles of spirits. Gin, vodka, whiskey and the absinthe. He set the bottles on the coffee table. Ville got up, he staggered slightly, even though the absinthe had only been enough to get him and Bam tipsy. Seeing the bottles on the table, he made for them. But before he had taken two steps, Bam lunged at him, tackling him to the floor. Ville and the skater rolled around in a playful battle for dominance.
In fact, so engaged were they in their tussle, they failed to notice the front door open and close. Nor did they notice the quiet entrance of Linde and Gas. They had been out for a beer and Linde, for some strange reason, had a key to Ville’s house.
Gas heard giggling and grunts coming from the living room. Dragging Linde with him, he went to investigate.
Ville had Bam pinned to the floor. For the second time that day, the skater found his face within an inch of Ville’s. Both men panting and gazing at each other intently. The blue eyes beckoned to Ville, and finally he submitted. He lowered his head, and captured the Pennsylvanian’s soft, pink lips in a kiss designed to melt his heart.
“Holy fuck,” Linde exclaimed from the doorway. He bit his lower lip, trying to stifle a laughing fit.
Linde’s exclamation startled Ville. He looked up, scowled and broke away from the kiss.
“Linde, Gas,” Ville said, standing up. “What a pleasant surprise. Tell me, how did you get in?”
Linde smirked, “front door was open.”
Ville looked at him sideways, but couldn’t be bothered arguing.
“Oh!” Gas yelled triumphantly, spotting the gin on the table. He shot across the room like a bullet, grabbed the gin and took a swig.
Ville and Linde shook their heads, exasperated. Gas and his gin. Never get between Gas and his gin.
Bam, who was still lying on the ground, was pulled up by Ville and the three of them walked over to the table to join Gas.
Pretty soon, the four friends were as drunk as someone can get before passing out, and rolling on the floor, laughing.
“How about a game?” Gas slurred.
The others nodded.“Spin The Bottle.” Linde said.