He's All That I'm Living For- Chapter 3
Title: He's All That I'm Living For.
Author: Kimmi
Pairing: Vam
Rating: R
Summery: Ville and Bam escaped all their demons in the end. But now they have moved house, what situations will unfold. Sequal to He's What I Go to school For.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, only the plot...although....I damn wish I did!
LInks to He's What I Go To School For and previous chapters underneath the cut :)
He's What I Go To School For Chapters:
Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7/ Chapter 8 / Chapter 9 / Chapter 10 / Chapter 11 / Chapter 12 / Chapter 13 / Chapter 14 / Chapter 15 / Chapter 16 / Chapter 17 / Chapter 18 / Chapter 19 / Chapter 20 / Chapter 21 / Chapter 22
Previous Chapters
Chapter 1 / Chapter 2
A/N: I'm back! Hope everyone had a good heartagram day! please tell me what you did! I went into blackpool to get a heartagram tattoo on the back of my neck like Ville's :P and it turned out perfect, but it was fucking painful lol! I made heartagram cookies too and drew heartagrams where ever i felt like it :P like in Iggy Pop's pocket watch lol! cause he's the new face of Swift Cover Car Insurance :P lol anyway...Enjoy the story!!
I was half way through my breakfast of vegetarian bacon, beans and egg, when Bam finally decided to rise from the pit that was our bedroom. He walked into the kitchen on the bottom floor of our tower, fully naked, hair stuck up everywhere, scratching his head. He had on eye closed, as if the sun -or lack of, in this case- was blinding him and had to squint to prevent hurting his eyes.
“You could have put some clothes on” I said with a mouth full of toast, throwing an uneaten crust at him, hitting him straight on the nose. I laughed lightly, standing up to make him some breakfast of his own. He placed a firm hand on my shoulder, forcing me down back into my seat, making sure I was going to eat, obviously.
“Finish your’s, I’ll get my own, babe” He smiled, kissing the top of my head. I nodded, returning to my piece of toast, dipping it in my egg and beans. After he had got himself a bowl of cereal, he sat down across from me, grinning at me slightly, I didn’t even give him a look back, just ignored it. Mainly because I knew he was going to say something inappropriate, and inappropriate and breakfast don’t fucking mix...
“I’m bored” He said, a teasing smirk on his face. He couldn’t have wanted more from me, could he?…..then again, this was Bam I was talking about. I swear that dude is on Viagra. I looked him in the eyes and his smirk grew, wiggling his eyebrows up and down, a playful look in his eyes.
“Eat your breakfast, honey, it will go cold” I said, mentally hitting myself when I had said it. Of course it wouldn’t go cold….he was eating cereal!
“I’m eating cereal, sweetheart, it won’t go cold…..it already is” He stated the obvious, a laugh echoing about the small kitchen. I mock glared at him, giving him the middle finger in return, before I burst out laughing at my own stupidity.
“Yeah, so, about this trip…” He tried to start, shoving a huge mouthful of milk and cereal in his mouth, the milk dripping down his chin, into his facial hair. It wasn’t the first time a white liquid had dripped there…
I shook my head, rid of the thought and gathered as much of my mind that was not concentrating on sex, so I could answer him “Well, we need to contact the skate park and ask if they allow group visits for a start, like, how many can go in at a certain time. You need to ask how much it will cost for 37 students and so on” I said, going over to my laptop sat on the kitchen counter, plugging it in and switching it on.
As soon as everything was loading and the internet was connected, I went online to check the contact details of the skate park, reading them out to Bam so he could write them down on a small, pink sticky note.
When I looked up, Bam had a slight pout on his lips, looking at my with his gorgeously adorable, puppy dog eyes.
“What is it now?” I asked impatiently, by this rate, the students won’t get to go because all their teacher wants to do, is fuck his teenage boyfriend. I rolled my eyes when his pout grew, making me feel the slightest bit of guilt. Only the slightest though. I stared at him, trying to force my maturity on him “Babe…” I tried to get him to stop with the look. I couldn’t help but let out a little whine of protest as his foot started to trail up my leg, under the table. I wanted to kick him, but the soft caresses that happened whenever he curled his toes, were starting to get to me.
I growled, hating myself for wanting him to just stop the teasing and get me off, I felt like I was the one leading him on….
Well, I suppose, he was the one sat naked, no wonder I can’t just ignore him!
Just as I opened my mouth to speak, my email dinged at me. It was an email from one of the administrators for the school my Bammie was running, asking if I could take over her work for the week, whilst she was on holiday. I typed a response, agreeing to work for her, even if it was the only week off I had from my working at my daddy’s shop.
I turned to Bam, seeing his smirk, I eyed him suspiciously, wondering whether he had actually planned on doing this, setting it up so I had agreed to work for him. Damn it….he was now my boss for the week. I had to do what he wanted, Why? Why? Just fucking, why? Am I stupid? I guess I can answer that myself…
“You set this up, didn’t you?” Maybe I should explain why I am so pissed at myself for agreeing.
Ever since he started the school, he’d always had this silly fantasy that we could fuck in his office, kind of like recreating the “good old days” so to speak. But I was against the idea, of course. I didn’t want to go through what we had done whilst I was still in school, I just didn’t know if I could handle the consequences. But he’s still trying to change my mind. And that’s why he pulled this little scheme, so he could finally get me working for him.
He nodded, a smug smile spread across his lips, I shook my head “You little, tit box….”
Author: Kimmi
Pairing: Vam
Rating: R
Summery: Ville and Bam escaped all their demons in the end. But now they have moved house, what situations will unfold. Sequal to He's What I Go to school For.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, only the plot...although....I damn wish I did!
LInks to He's What I Go To School For and previous chapters underneath the cut :)
He's What I Go To School For Chapters:
Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7/ Chapter 8 / Chapter 9 / Chapter 10 / Chapter 11 / Chapter 12 / Chapter 13 / Chapter 14 / Chapter 15 / Chapter 16 / Chapter 17 / Chapter 18 / Chapter 19 / Chapter 20 / Chapter 21 / Chapter 22
Previous Chapters
Chapter 1 / Chapter 2
A/N: I'm back! Hope everyone had a good heartagram day! please tell me what you did! I went into blackpool to get a heartagram tattoo on the back of my neck like Ville's :P and it turned out perfect, but it was fucking painful lol! I made heartagram cookies too and drew heartagrams where ever i felt like it :P like in Iggy Pop's pocket watch lol! cause he's the new face of Swift Cover Car Insurance :P lol anyway...Enjoy the story!!
I was half way through my breakfast of vegetarian bacon, beans and egg, when Bam finally decided to rise from the pit that was our bedroom. He walked into the kitchen on the bottom floor of our tower, fully naked, hair stuck up everywhere, scratching his head. He had on eye closed, as if the sun -or lack of, in this case- was blinding him and had to squint to prevent hurting his eyes.
“You could have put some clothes on” I said with a mouth full of toast, throwing an uneaten crust at him, hitting him straight on the nose. I laughed lightly, standing up to make him some breakfast of his own. He placed a firm hand on my shoulder, forcing me down back into my seat, making sure I was going to eat, obviously.
“Finish your’s, I’ll get my own, babe” He smiled, kissing the top of my head. I nodded, returning to my piece of toast, dipping it in my egg and beans. After he had got himself a bowl of cereal, he sat down across from me, grinning at me slightly, I didn’t even give him a look back, just ignored it. Mainly because I knew he was going to say something inappropriate, and inappropriate and breakfast don’t fucking mix...
“I’m bored” He said, a teasing smirk on his face. He couldn’t have wanted more from me, could he?…..then again, this was Bam I was talking about. I swear that dude is on Viagra. I looked him in the eyes and his smirk grew, wiggling his eyebrows up and down, a playful look in his eyes.
“Eat your breakfast, honey, it will go cold” I said, mentally hitting myself when I had said it. Of course it wouldn’t go cold….he was eating cereal!
“I’m eating cereal, sweetheart, it won’t go cold…..it already is” He stated the obvious, a laugh echoing about the small kitchen. I mock glared at him, giving him the middle finger in return, before I burst out laughing at my own stupidity.
“Yeah, so, about this trip…” He tried to start, shoving a huge mouthful of milk and cereal in his mouth, the milk dripping down his chin, into his facial hair. It wasn’t the first time a white liquid had dripped there…
I shook my head, rid of the thought and gathered as much of my mind that was not concentrating on sex, so I could answer him “Well, we need to contact the skate park and ask if they allow group visits for a start, like, how many can go in at a certain time. You need to ask how much it will cost for 37 students and so on” I said, going over to my laptop sat on the kitchen counter, plugging it in and switching it on.
As soon as everything was loading and the internet was connected, I went online to check the contact details of the skate park, reading them out to Bam so he could write them down on a small, pink sticky note.
When I looked up, Bam had a slight pout on his lips, looking at my with his gorgeously adorable, puppy dog eyes.
“What is it now?” I asked impatiently, by this rate, the students won’t get to go because all their teacher wants to do, is fuck his teenage boyfriend. I rolled my eyes when his pout grew, making me feel the slightest bit of guilt. Only the slightest though. I stared at him, trying to force my maturity on him “Babe…” I tried to get him to stop with the look. I couldn’t help but let out a little whine of protest as his foot started to trail up my leg, under the table. I wanted to kick him, but the soft caresses that happened whenever he curled his toes, were starting to get to me.
I growled, hating myself for wanting him to just stop the teasing and get me off, I felt like I was the one leading him on….
Well, I suppose, he was the one sat naked, no wonder I can’t just ignore him!
Just as I opened my mouth to speak, my email dinged at me. It was an email from one of the administrators for the school my Bammie was running, asking if I could take over her work for the week, whilst she was on holiday. I typed a response, agreeing to work for her, even if it was the only week off I had from my working at my daddy’s shop.
I turned to Bam, seeing his smirk, I eyed him suspiciously, wondering whether he had actually planned on doing this, setting it up so I had agreed to work for him. Damn it….he was now my boss for the week. I had to do what he wanted, Why? Why? Just fucking, why? Am I stupid? I guess I can answer that myself…
“You set this up, didn’t you?” Maybe I should explain why I am so pissed at myself for agreeing.
Ever since he started the school, he’d always had this silly fantasy that we could fuck in his office, kind of like recreating the “good old days” so to speak. But I was against the idea, of course. I didn’t want to go through what we had done whilst I was still in school, I just didn’t know if I could handle the consequences. But he’s still trying to change my mind. And that’s why he pulled this little scheme, so he could finally get me working for him.
He nodded, a smug smile spread across his lips, I shook my head “You little, tit box….”