Mistletoe.
Mistletoe
Pairing: Vam.
Rating: PG.
Author: x_carnivale_x
Notes: Naturally this is fluffy. Starts out a little sad, but ends up fluffy, no worries. Man, okay, so I know that Bam isn't very short. But you know what, deeeeeeeeal with it. ^__^
Summary: Hanging the mistletoe.
Ville hadn’t seen mistletoe in his house since he was a kid. His parents, up until he was about 15, ritualistically hung up the holly in the doorway every single Christmas Eve. (Following the hanging, his parents would usually end up making out. And really all that Ville could think at the time was “ew gross, parents kissing”.) One Christmas, however, it just didn’t happen. There was no more mistletoe in the front doorway of his house. He never really asked why, really he was just thankful that at least he didn’t have to see his parents kissing. It never occurred to him that after that last hanging, his parents never really kissed at all anymore. But he left it to his young mind to ignore such a detail.
It’d been many many years since he’d seen mistletoe in his home. Naturally, he’d seen it at parties, and even at the occasional show, planted along the ceilings and doorways. It was, after all, a holiday favourite. He’d never found it that essential to the holiday process, though. But this year, this Christmas Eve, his mind was changed.
The singer woke up from a late afternoon nap in Castle Bam (hey, they were on break and it was freaking Christmas. If he wanted a nap, he could have one, damnit.) and heard a rustle and bustle downstairs. He rubbed his eyes and forced himself from his warm bed. While pulling his sleeves down even further in a pathetic attempt to warm himself, he made his way downstairs and saw Bam struggling desperately to hang up some mistletoe in the doorway. Ville felt his eyebrows furrow and let out a slight chuckle at Bam’s struggle. The poor vertically challenged boy.
Bam apparently heard the chuckle and turned around to look at the stairs where Ville was standing, his arms crossed, leaning against the railing, with a smug smile on his face. With an irritated irk of his brow and a flip of his hair (which was haphazardly hanging in his face) Bam spoke.
“Mind giving me a hand here tall-freak?”
Ville just rolled his eyes and smiled. He uncrossed his arms and strode over to Bam, grabbing hold of the mistletoe and holding it against the door frame so that Bam could regain his arms for a second.
“Hand me a nail.” Ville said while holding out his hand.
Dexterously, Ville managed to place the nail and keep the mistletoe in place all with one hand and proceed to hammer with the other, gently securing the nail and holding the holly in place.
“You’ve gotta learn to use step... stools...” Ville began, but as he turned his head, his voice trailed off. Bam was just looking up at him, and up at the mistletoe. Bam was calm and had a hazy look in his eyes. Ville suddenly felt nervous. And it must’ve shown because Bam quickly piped up.
“What’s wrong?”
“N-nothi…” he started, but didn’t finish. With his words fading out, Ville just slowly leant downward as Bam tilted upward and their lips met softly and chastely. They stayed that way for a moment, neither of them moving, simply pressed together, their eyes closed and enjoying the moment. That is, until the silence was broken with a mocking “WOOOOOOOOOO” from the other side of the room. They broke apart at Knoxville’s voice and he just walked away laughing, leaving the singer and the skater feeling sheepish.... but content.
[fin]
Oh Johnny, how you ruin the moment. Well there you go, what'd ya think?
[pandora]
Pairing: Vam.
Rating: PG.
Author: x_carnivale_x
Notes: Naturally this is fluffy. Starts out a little sad, but ends up fluffy, no worries. Man, okay, so I know that Bam isn't very short. But you know what, deeeeeeeeal with it. ^__^
Summary: Hanging the mistletoe.
Ville hadn’t seen mistletoe in his house since he was a kid. His parents, up until he was about 15, ritualistically hung up the holly in the doorway every single Christmas Eve. (Following the hanging, his parents would usually end up making out. And really all that Ville could think at the time was “ew gross, parents kissing”.) One Christmas, however, it just didn’t happen. There was no more mistletoe in the front doorway of his house. He never really asked why, really he was just thankful that at least he didn’t have to see his parents kissing. It never occurred to him that after that last hanging, his parents never really kissed at all anymore. But he left it to his young mind to ignore such a detail.
It’d been many many years since he’d seen mistletoe in his home. Naturally, he’d seen it at parties, and even at the occasional show, planted along the ceilings and doorways. It was, after all, a holiday favourite. He’d never found it that essential to the holiday process, though. But this year, this Christmas Eve, his mind was changed.
The singer woke up from a late afternoon nap in Castle Bam (hey, they were on break and it was freaking Christmas. If he wanted a nap, he could have one, damnit.) and heard a rustle and bustle downstairs. He rubbed his eyes and forced himself from his warm bed. While pulling his sleeves down even further in a pathetic attempt to warm himself, he made his way downstairs and saw Bam struggling desperately to hang up some mistletoe in the doorway. Ville felt his eyebrows furrow and let out a slight chuckle at Bam’s struggle. The poor vertically challenged boy.
Bam apparently heard the chuckle and turned around to look at the stairs where Ville was standing, his arms crossed, leaning against the railing, with a smug smile on his face. With an irritated irk of his brow and a flip of his hair (which was haphazardly hanging in his face) Bam spoke.
“Mind giving me a hand here tall-freak?”
Ville just rolled his eyes and smiled. He uncrossed his arms and strode over to Bam, grabbing hold of the mistletoe and holding it against the door frame so that Bam could regain his arms for a second.
“Hand me a nail.” Ville said while holding out his hand.
Dexterously, Ville managed to place the nail and keep the mistletoe in place all with one hand and proceed to hammer with the other, gently securing the nail and holding the holly in place.
“You’ve gotta learn to use step... stools...” Ville began, but as he turned his head, his voice trailed off. Bam was just looking up at him, and up at the mistletoe. Bam was calm and had a hazy look in his eyes. Ville suddenly felt nervous. And it must’ve shown because Bam quickly piped up.
“What’s wrong?”
“N-nothi…” he started, but didn’t finish. With his words fading out, Ville just slowly leant downward as Bam tilted upward and their lips met softly and chastely. They stayed that way for a moment, neither of them moving, simply pressed together, their eyes closed and enjoying the moment. That is, until the silence was broken with a mocking “WOOOOOOOOOO” from the other side of the room. They broke apart at Knoxville’s voice and he just walked away laughing, leaving the singer and the skater feeling sheepish.... but content.
[fin]
Oh Johnny, how you ruin the moment. Well there you go, what'd ya think?
[pandora]