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Title: White Out: Chapter 4.
Author: Ms. Jezebel
Pairing: Bam and Ville.
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: A terrible blizzard leaves Ville stranded in his mountain cabin. Lucky for him, a beautiful stranger drops in unexpectedly.
Disclaimer: Bam and Ville own each other. I just show up and take pictures. Also, the original idea for this came from a Linda Howard short story by the same name.
Authors Notes: (1)As the subject line says, I should be studying. I have two midterms tomorrow... but this was just begging me to write it... enjoy it my lovelines. (2) Dedicated to Ms. Tia, Ms. Violet, and Ms. Andrea for staying on my ass about this. Without you, this never would have happened.
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[2] [3.1] [3.2]
Ville woke up beside him in the morning and lay watching him sleep. His body was more contented then he ever remembered it being. He didn’t wonder how or why he responded so strongly to a man about whom he knew little more than his name; he simply accepted the joy the chance encounter had brought into his life. The warmth of their bodies made the bed a cozy nest that he didn’t want to leave, especially since the chill in the room told him that the fire in the fireplace had burned out.
It had been so long since he had been able to enjoy the simple pleasure of lying beside another person, listening to the slow, deep rhythm of his breathing. He wanted to cuddle close, but was reluctant to wake him. After nearly freezing to death, he hadn’t exactly had a restful night.
One of Bam’s muscled arms was draped across the pillow, and there were dark bruises forming on his shoulder. On top of everything else, he had been in a car accident. The wonder wasn’t that he slept now, but that he had been so energetic during the night.
Ville surveyed the other details available to him. Bam had beautiful hair, dark and thick. And indeed, there were purple strands laced throughout the rich chocolate color. His face was turned towards Ville in his sleep, and the singer wanted to trace his finger along the bridge of Bam’s nose, which was perfectly shaped, if not a little too big for the rest of his features. His mouth was full and wide, his lips soft. His jaw was distinct, but neither sharp nor rounded. Good looking, rugged, attractive; definitely not handsome, as Ville had noted before. Just looking at the sleeping man warmed Ville’s skin and sent blood to places he really didn’t need it to go.
He felt dizzy with the force of their attraction. He had forgotten how heady infatuation could be, and how powerful. If they had met under normal circumstances, they never would have looked twice at each other. The necessary physical intimacy of their naked bodies had established a unconscious connection between them. Ville had caressed him, stroked him, knew the textures of his skin from the roughness of beard-stubbled cheeks to the sleekness of muscular shoulders. The sharing of the blanket had caused some unavoidable contact of the most sexually intimate parts of their bodies, but at the time Ville hadn’t allowed himself to think about it. Until they had woken up, that is.
Ville’s sexual attraction wasn’t due to simple deprivation. If he had thought it was before, now he knew differently, because he was certainly no longer deprived and he still felt the same. The sexual fit was devastating in its perfection. It was as if this Bam Margera had been born knowing exactly how to touch him, as if his athletic body had been crafted to bring Ville maximum pleasure.
He thought it must be the same, at least sexually, for Bam. As exhausted and drained as he had to have been, still he had turned to Ville time and time again, his hands literally shaking with need as he drew their bodies together.
The wind still blew, rattling the windows. Ville couldn’t see anything beyond the glass but an impenetrable white curtain. While the blizzard raged, the world couldn’t intrude, and they belonged to each other.
What a difference one day made. Yesterday, Ville had been panicked by the sense of time passing him by, thinking he had lost all opportunity to get what he had always wanted most-- to experience, just once, an all-consuming, undeniable love. Then Bam Margera had blown in on a snow storm and abruptly turned the world upside down.
Despite the heady sex of the night, and more he hoped to enjoy while the stranger was still there, he was afraid to automatically assume they were a couple. The circumstances that had brought them together were extreme, and once the weather cleared he might be on his way without a backward look. Even with all the odds stacked against them, Ville was hopeful. Bam hadn’t freaked out when he had woken up next to a man. In fact, Bam had been nothing but wonderful, not to mention the sweetest, most amazing lover Ville had ever known.
For one usually so careful with his heart, Ville was precariously walking the line between sanity and love.
This morning, with his head clear and the stresses of the emergency behind him, Ville felt a little guilty about what they had done. What if Bam was married? What if he had a boyfriend or girlfriend waiting for him in Oulu? No, he didn’t wear a ring, but it wasn’t in Ville’s nature to be so careless about such things. He cringed at the thought of having slept with a married man, but he didn’t know if it was due to the infidelity, or the thought that Bam might truly belong to someone else. The latter thought threatened to drive Ville crazy.
Deciding to keep himself otherwise occupied, Ville slid out of bed, careful as to not wake Bam. His thighs trembled, and he ached deep inside his body. His first few steps were a little more than a hobble, as long unused muscles and flesh protested their treatment during the night. Silently he gathered his clothes and tip-toed out of the room.
Tink trotted from the kitchen as soon as he came downstairs, his eagerness telling Ville that he was late, that he was hungry, but he forgave everything for the joy of his company. Ville poured him some food into his bowl, then immediately went to rebuild the fire. It had burned down to embers and the house was cold. He relaid the fire, the kindling catching immediately from the glowing embers, and carefully stacked three logs on the grate. Then he put on a pot of coffee and, while it was brewing, went into the downstairs bathroom and stepped into the shower. As soon as the luxurious water sprayed down on his body, Ville made a mental note to write a ten page thank you letter to whoever had invented the indoor water heater.
The shower went a long way towards relieving his aches and pains. Feeling much better, he pulled on a pair of black sweat pants and a black ankh hoodie before padding back out into the kitchen and pouring himself his first cup of coffee. Cup in hand, he walked back into the great room to survey the damage done the night before. Water was pooled on the floor, and Bam’s discarded clothes still laid in a heap in the corner. Taking a deep breath, Ville sat his cup on a nearby table and set to work hanging the clothes over the balcony railing to dry. He slung the heavy down parka over a chair and set the sodden boots beside the fireplace so they could dry slowly. Until Bam’s clothes dried he would have to make due wearing something of Ville’s. Shirts would probably be no problem, but the pants would more than likely be a few inches too long.
Setting that thought aside until Bam woke up, Ville continued to survey the house. He picked up the phone to check it, but the line was dead, not even static coming through. He turned on the radio and got static, but nothing else. Given the conditions outside, he hadn’t expected anything else, but checking for signs of life had gotten to be a habit.
Carrying his cup of coffee with him, he tidied up the great room, putting the blankets and towels he had used in the laundry room to be washed later. He cleaned up the puddles of melted snow and ice. Tink had been back and forth through the water several times of course, leaving wet doggy tracks all over the house. Ville had just finished wiping up the evidence when he heard a voice from the stairs.
“I thought I smelled coffee.”
His head jerked up. Bam was standing at the balcony railing, his hair tousled, his jaw dark with beard stubble, his eyes still heavy lidded from sleep. His voice was hoarse, making Ville fear he was getting sick.
“I’ll bring a cup up to you,” Ville said. “It’s too cold down here for you to be walking around without clothes.”
“Then I think I’ll stay right here. I’m not ready to be cold again just yet- or ever again, really.” He gave Ville that impish little grin and turned to pet Tink who had bounded up the stairs at the sound of the new voice.
Ville went into the laundry room and grabbed a clean pair of pajama pants and freshly washed hoodie for Bam to wear. With the small stack of clothes in his arms, he went into the kitchen and poured a cup of coffee, then carried everything upstairs.
The roaring fire had quickly warmed the upper level. The bathroom door was open and Bam was in the shower. Ville set the cup on the vanity. “Here’s your coffee.”
Bam pulled the curtain aside and stuck his head out. Water streamed down his face. “Would you please hand it to me? Thanks.” He drank deeply, sighing as the caffeine jolted through him.
“I brought you some clothes. I hope you don’t mind wearing something of mine.” It seemed a strange statement to make considering the night they had spent together, but Ville’s mother had indoctrinated him with manners.
“I don’t mind if you don’t.” Blue eyes regarded him over the rim of the cup. “I’m glad you said that they’re yours, that they don’t belong to a boyfriend or something. We really didn’t go into those kinds of details last night, but I don’t like to have sex people who are already spoken for- and I know that there are so many other things I’d like to do to you.”
“I’m single.” Ville paused, realizing his response had sounded all too eager. He took a deep breath and tried again. “I had the same thoughts about you this morning. That I hadn’t asked if you’re married, or if you’re seeing anyone.”
“I’m not, married or seeing anyone. Divorced, actually. No kids.” He took another sip of coffee. “So, where is everyone else? Did you come up here alone?”
“The owners and caretakers of this place are visiting their new granddaughter in Helsinki. They’ll be gone at least a week I’m sure.”
Bam handed him the cup back, smiling. “Think the blizzard will last another week?”
Ville laughed. “I doubt it.”
“Damn. At least there’s no question of leaving today, though I guess I should let some people know where I am.”
“You can’t. The phone lines are down. I just checked.”
“Fucking right.” The blue eyes twinkled as he pulled the shower curtain closed. “Marooned with a sexy Finn.”
Author: Ms. Jezebel
Pairing: Bam and Ville.
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: A terrible blizzard leaves Ville stranded in his mountain cabin. Lucky for him, a beautiful stranger drops in unexpectedly.
Disclaimer: Bam and Ville own each other. I just show up and take pictures. Also, the original idea for this came from a Linda Howard short story by the same name.
Authors Notes: (1)As the subject line says, I should be studying. I have two midterms tomorrow... but this was just begging me to write it... enjoy it my lovelines. (2) Dedicated to Ms. Tia, Ms. Violet, and Ms. Andrea for staying on my ass about this. Without you, this never would have happened.
[1]
[2] [3.1] [3.2]
Ville woke up beside him in the morning and lay watching him sleep. His body was more contented then he ever remembered it being. He didn’t wonder how or why he responded so strongly to a man about whom he knew little more than his name; he simply accepted the joy the chance encounter had brought into his life. The warmth of their bodies made the bed a cozy nest that he didn’t want to leave, especially since the chill in the room told him that the fire in the fireplace had burned out.
It had been so long since he had been able to enjoy the simple pleasure of lying beside another person, listening to the slow, deep rhythm of his breathing. He wanted to cuddle close, but was reluctant to wake him. After nearly freezing to death, he hadn’t exactly had a restful night.
One of Bam’s muscled arms was draped across the pillow, and there were dark bruises forming on his shoulder. On top of everything else, he had been in a car accident. The wonder wasn’t that he slept now, but that he had been so energetic during the night.
Ville surveyed the other details available to him. Bam had beautiful hair, dark and thick. And indeed, there were purple strands laced throughout the rich chocolate color. His face was turned towards Ville in his sleep, and the singer wanted to trace his finger along the bridge of Bam’s nose, which was perfectly shaped, if not a little too big for the rest of his features. His mouth was full and wide, his lips soft. His jaw was distinct, but neither sharp nor rounded. Good looking, rugged, attractive; definitely not handsome, as Ville had noted before. Just looking at the sleeping man warmed Ville’s skin and sent blood to places he really didn’t need it to go.
He felt dizzy with the force of their attraction. He had forgotten how heady infatuation could be, and how powerful. If they had met under normal circumstances, they never would have looked twice at each other. The necessary physical intimacy of their naked bodies had established a unconscious connection between them. Ville had caressed him, stroked him, knew the textures of his skin from the roughness of beard-stubbled cheeks to the sleekness of muscular shoulders. The sharing of the blanket had caused some unavoidable contact of the most sexually intimate parts of their bodies, but at the time Ville hadn’t allowed himself to think about it. Until they had woken up, that is.
Ville’s sexual attraction wasn’t due to simple deprivation. If he had thought it was before, now he knew differently, because he was certainly no longer deprived and he still felt the same. The sexual fit was devastating in its perfection. It was as if this Bam Margera had been born knowing exactly how to touch him, as if his athletic body had been crafted to bring Ville maximum pleasure.
He thought it must be the same, at least sexually, for Bam. As exhausted and drained as he had to have been, still he had turned to Ville time and time again, his hands literally shaking with need as he drew their bodies together.
The wind still blew, rattling the windows. Ville couldn’t see anything beyond the glass but an impenetrable white curtain. While the blizzard raged, the world couldn’t intrude, and they belonged to each other.
What a difference one day made. Yesterday, Ville had been panicked by the sense of time passing him by, thinking he had lost all opportunity to get what he had always wanted most-- to experience, just once, an all-consuming, undeniable love. Then Bam Margera had blown in on a snow storm and abruptly turned the world upside down.
Despite the heady sex of the night, and more he hoped to enjoy while the stranger was still there, he was afraid to automatically assume they were a couple. The circumstances that had brought them together were extreme, and once the weather cleared he might be on his way without a backward look. Even with all the odds stacked against them, Ville was hopeful. Bam hadn’t freaked out when he had woken up next to a man. In fact, Bam had been nothing but wonderful, not to mention the sweetest, most amazing lover Ville had ever known.
For one usually so careful with his heart, Ville was precariously walking the line between sanity and love.
This morning, with his head clear and the stresses of the emergency behind him, Ville felt a little guilty about what they had done. What if Bam was married? What if he had a boyfriend or girlfriend waiting for him in Oulu? No, he didn’t wear a ring, but it wasn’t in Ville’s nature to be so careless about such things. He cringed at the thought of having slept with a married man, but he didn’t know if it was due to the infidelity, or the thought that Bam might truly belong to someone else. The latter thought threatened to drive Ville crazy.
Deciding to keep himself otherwise occupied, Ville slid out of bed, careful as to not wake Bam. His thighs trembled, and he ached deep inside his body. His first few steps were a little more than a hobble, as long unused muscles and flesh protested their treatment during the night. Silently he gathered his clothes and tip-toed out of the room.
Tink trotted from the kitchen as soon as he came downstairs, his eagerness telling Ville that he was late, that he was hungry, but he forgave everything for the joy of his company. Ville poured him some food into his bowl, then immediately went to rebuild the fire. It had burned down to embers and the house was cold. He relaid the fire, the kindling catching immediately from the glowing embers, and carefully stacked three logs on the grate. Then he put on a pot of coffee and, while it was brewing, went into the downstairs bathroom and stepped into the shower. As soon as the luxurious water sprayed down on his body, Ville made a mental note to write a ten page thank you letter to whoever had invented the indoor water heater.
The shower went a long way towards relieving his aches and pains. Feeling much better, he pulled on a pair of black sweat pants and a black ankh hoodie before padding back out into the kitchen and pouring himself his first cup of coffee. Cup in hand, he walked back into the great room to survey the damage done the night before. Water was pooled on the floor, and Bam’s discarded clothes still laid in a heap in the corner. Taking a deep breath, Ville sat his cup on a nearby table and set to work hanging the clothes over the balcony railing to dry. He slung the heavy down parka over a chair and set the sodden boots beside the fireplace so they could dry slowly. Until Bam’s clothes dried he would have to make due wearing something of Ville’s. Shirts would probably be no problem, but the pants would more than likely be a few inches too long.
Setting that thought aside until Bam woke up, Ville continued to survey the house. He picked up the phone to check it, but the line was dead, not even static coming through. He turned on the radio and got static, but nothing else. Given the conditions outside, he hadn’t expected anything else, but checking for signs of life had gotten to be a habit.
Carrying his cup of coffee with him, he tidied up the great room, putting the blankets and towels he had used in the laundry room to be washed later. He cleaned up the puddles of melted snow and ice. Tink had been back and forth through the water several times of course, leaving wet doggy tracks all over the house. Ville had just finished wiping up the evidence when he heard a voice from the stairs.
“I thought I smelled coffee.”
His head jerked up. Bam was standing at the balcony railing, his hair tousled, his jaw dark with beard stubble, his eyes still heavy lidded from sleep. His voice was hoarse, making Ville fear he was getting sick.
“I’ll bring a cup up to you,” Ville said. “It’s too cold down here for you to be walking around without clothes.”
“Then I think I’ll stay right here. I’m not ready to be cold again just yet- or ever again, really.” He gave Ville that impish little grin and turned to pet Tink who had bounded up the stairs at the sound of the new voice.
Ville went into the laundry room and grabbed a clean pair of pajama pants and freshly washed hoodie for Bam to wear. With the small stack of clothes in his arms, he went into the kitchen and poured a cup of coffee, then carried everything upstairs.
The roaring fire had quickly warmed the upper level. The bathroom door was open and Bam was in the shower. Ville set the cup on the vanity. “Here’s your coffee.”
Bam pulled the curtain aside and stuck his head out. Water streamed down his face. “Would you please hand it to me? Thanks.” He drank deeply, sighing as the caffeine jolted through him.
“I brought you some clothes. I hope you don’t mind wearing something of mine.” It seemed a strange statement to make considering the night they had spent together, but Ville’s mother had indoctrinated him with manners.
“I don’t mind if you don’t.” Blue eyes regarded him over the rim of the cup. “I’m glad you said that they’re yours, that they don’t belong to a boyfriend or something. We really didn’t go into those kinds of details last night, but I don’t like to have sex people who are already spoken for- and I know that there are so many other things I’d like to do to you.”
“I’m single.” Ville paused, realizing his response had sounded all too eager. He took a deep breath and tried again. “I had the same thoughts about you this morning. That I hadn’t asked if you’re married, or if you’re seeing anyone.”
“I’m not, married or seeing anyone. Divorced, actually. No kids.” He took another sip of coffee. “So, where is everyone else? Did you come up here alone?”
“The owners and caretakers of this place are visiting their new granddaughter in Helsinki. They’ll be gone at least a week I’m sure.”
Bam handed him the cup back, smiling. “Think the blizzard will last another week?”
Ville laughed. “I doubt it.”
“Damn. At least there’s no question of leaving today, though I guess I should let some people know where I am.”
“You can’t. The phone lines are down. I just checked.”
“Fucking right.” The blue eyes twinkled as he pulled the shower curtain closed. “Marooned with a sexy Finn.”