First time story!!!

[outcstrcker]

 Title: Collective English Orgasm
Author: outcstrcker!
Pairing: duh! VAM= wuv!<3
Rating: pretty mild, besides some language so... PG maybe? No sex sorries.
Summary: I was watching a vh1 countdown the other day and this clip from the show "Britain's Got Talent" came on. It was about this guy who sang opera and went on to win the whole thing. And they said something about his singing giving England a "collective orgasm." So I based this story off of that and what it'd be like if Ville and Bam were watching the show when this guy sang. I hope you enjoy! {tis my first story here...be gentle...}

Bam lay on the uncomfortable couch in the London hotel room, munching popcorn as he waited for the commercials to end. He and Ville were on one of their many vacations, somehow managing to find their way back to their hotel after a tiring day of recording new songs for HIM’s upcoming album, sightseeing and reeking havoc with the rest of the guys. Now all they could do was spend a few hours relaxing in front of the TV before going to bed to start it all over again.
Bam broke away from stuffing his face long enough to shout at Ville, who was smoking his way through a third pack of cigarettes out on the balcony, that the show was back on. He heard the patter of footsteps as Ville’s light form made its way back to the make-shift living room.
Suddenly, popcorn went flying as Ville hopped over the back of the couch, landing with a plop! on top of Bam’s chest. “Oof!” Bam said, the popcorn bowl overturning onto his head. “Ville, look what you made me do! All my popcorn…” Bam pouted, his lip sticking out into a tremble and his eyes watery.
Ville chuckled low in his throat, an apologetic smile on his lips. “I’m sorry Bam Bam, couldn’t help myself. I’ll get you some more popcorn at the next commercial if you wish, darling?”
“No, it’s okay Ville. I wasn’t that hungry anyway. Now, shh. You’re the one that insisted we watch this stupid show in the first place, we can’t talk through it all cause then you’ll be all sad and pouty cause you missed the end of it.” Bam replied, brushing the randoum pieces of popcorn off his chest, wiping the butter that came off on his fingers, onto the upholstery of the couch.
“Britain’s Got Talent is not stupid, sweetheart. Some of these people have wonderful gifts. Like that little girl who sang “Over the Rainbow”. She was so cute with the little gap in her smile! And that other guy who had the little puppet thing, actually I’m not too sure what that was, but you know what I mean, love.” Ville defended his favourite show, eating a stray piece of popcorn Bam had missed, and licking the excess butter from his fingers.
“Yeah, whatever babe. I know there’s no use, you always get what you want anyway. Now shut up, somebody’s about to do something.”
Bam and Ville sat back and watched as some frumpy looking man walked onto the stage, wearing a suit and lavender underneath. He had a slight pot-belly and chubby cheeks, almost like a squirrel or a chipmunk. “Who the fuck is this guy? Does everyone in England have fucked up teeth or something? He looks like the guy we saw outside the phone place on Main St. You remember the guy Dico threw that milkshake at? Dude, Vito could probably sing better than this dude, I just know he’s gonna suck.” Bam blurted.
Ville just shook his head at his boyfriend’s ramblings and turned the volume on the TV louder. They watched on as Simon told the man to go ahead, and music started. “What is this, some kinda opera shit? This dude is gonna suck so much ass.” Bam mumbled, earning himself a smack from Ville and a hiss to shut the fuck up. “What? I can’t help it if this guy wants to embarrass himself on national TV. I mean what kind of idiot…” Bam stopped short, his jaw dropping to the floor. He had completely forgotten what he was going to say.
On TV, the entire audience had gone quiet. Nothing could be heard but the CD playing and the most beautiful voice Bam had ever heard. The song was in another language, Italian or German, something he couldn’t be bothered to figure out because right then nothing else mattered. He could feel the tears beginning to form in his eyes and an unfamiliar tingle in his stomach. In his lap, Ville sat calmly, unaware of the blue-eyed man’s predicament, his lips mouthing the words as the man sang.
A couple minutes later, the audience began to applaud and the man walked off stage, going to the next round. Ville rose from his place on the couch, shutting off the TV as the show ended. He stretched, a guttural yawn echoing off the walls of the silent room. ‘Silent?’ he thought. He looked over at Bam whose jaw was still glued to carpet, dry tears staining his cheeks. Worried, Ville rushed to the couch, straddling Bam’s legs, eyes filled with concern. “Bam Bam, sweetheart. What’s wrong? Bam? Speak to me!”
Bam’s mouth worked up and down, resembling a fish as his eyes remained glassy and frozen. Only when Ville began shaking his shoulders in desperation did he break from his stupor. Again, his mouth worked up and down, but this time words actually came out. “Ville…” he whispered.
“Yes Bambi? Are you okay? What’s happened, darling?” Ville panicked.
Bam just shook his head. “Nothing…What was the name of that guy who just sang?” he asked.
Ville looked at him, confused. “Um, I think they said it was Paul something-or-other. Why, love?” he asked, not too sure what this had to do with anything.
Bam just shook his head again, seemingly still a little dazed. “Nothing. And what was the name of the song?"
Again, Ville looked confused. "Nessun Dorma. It's a really pretty song. But again, why love?"
Bam licked his lips. "Because that was seriously the most beautiful thing I have ever seen…besides you. I totally need to download that. And…” he looked sheepishly down at himself.
“And what sweetheart?” Ville asked.
Bam looked at Ville through half-lidded eyes, a rosey blush spreading along his cheeks. “And…I think I just came in my pants…”

El Fin!!! {the end.}

A/N: Hope you liked it. I just had the sudden urge to write this out today. And incase you were wondering the man singing's name is Paul Potts and he has a cd already out if opera is your thing. Here's a link to the show that I based this story off of.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1k08yxu57NA