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Years Missed
Yep. Been a while. Time to post some new Vammie goodness for you all. Rating: PG-13, R Disclaimer: Don't own. Don't sue.
“How many years?”
“Too many.”
“How many?”
“Nearly three…maybe a little more. Too long.”
“Way too long.”
“I need another beer,” he forced himself from the floor and made his way to the somewhat familiar kitchen and opened the door, needing to feel the cool toxic air more than needing another beer. He closed his eyes and cooled down, letting the sweat building under his hood dry before he grabbed another can with a sigh. He didn’t want to drink tonight. He knew that two beers would lead to seven and then to whiskey and then nothing but blackness and sloppy make outs. Even if that’s what he really wanted.
“Feel better?” Ville looked up from the floor, sipping his second can of Coke.
“Sure,” Bam plopped next to him, crossing his dirty shoes underneath him. Memories flashed from so many nights before that started like this and ended… “This is fucking nuts.”
“What is?”
“This is. Picking up like nothing happened and we’re back to chillin’ on the floor, drinking and spitting shit like we used to.”
He laughed, realizing that he was right. “Yeah. I miss shedding skin with you, Bammie.”
“Bammie,” he mumbled, sipping and slurping. “I missed you calling me that… Willa.”
“Oh, Lord!” he laughed, covering his eyes and turning cheeks. “I haven’t heard that in ages.”
“Years, Willa. Years.”
“Stop it.”
“Stop what?”
“I don’t want to know anymore. I know it’s been too long, let’s just leave it at that, shall we?” He sipped and slurped and stared into the distance.
“’kay,” he sniffled and inhaled that somewhat familiar smell. He missed the smell of stale menthols and his shampoo. He looked over his shoulder and tried not to look so obvious as he looked him over.
“Stop staring at me like that, Bammie,” he caught him but kept his eyes still.
“You look different.”
“I know, I’m getting old.”
“You’re not old. If you’re old, I’m old.”
“You’re not old.” He finally turned and tried not to look so obvious as he looked him over. “Speaking of different…” he picked up a hand and gently tugged at the ring in Bam’s nose.
“Ouch!” he jumped in a laugh and wiggled and scratched at his nose. “That’s attached, you know!”
“I know,” he laughed and tried again, only to be swatted away. He caught his breath at the roughness of Bam’s hands, the hands that he missed. “You have so many more tattoos!” He jumped to his knees and started to trace, hardly noticing Bam’s reaction to his soft hands on his skin.
“Please stop,” was uttered from Bam’s lips at what seemed like hours later.
“Stop what?” he looked up, innocently into those blues and couldn’t hide his smile. That shit-eating grin that he missed making took over his face and his eyes darkened and Bam knew what was coming.
“Shit,” he jumped to his feet, feeling that flip in his stomach.
“I’m sorry, Bammie,” he sighed from the floor, resting his hands on his knees and falling back. “This is bad.”
“What’s bad?” he sighed and turned away, downing what was left in the can.
“My girlfriend is gonna kill me.”
“Haven’t you dumped that bitch, yet?!” he turned surprised and disappointed.
“She’s not a bitch, Bam. I actually love this girl, if you can believe it!” he grinned up at the frown. “Why do you hate her so much?”
“I just hear all this shit about her, is all. All I hear from everyone is how she’s totally fooling you, man. She talks shit behind your back and tips off paparazzi…”
“She does what?” he leaned on his elbows, eyebrows raised.
“I don’t know if it’s true or now, you know. You know how fans are, saying what they want,” he tried to soften the blow. “All I know is that she’s not what you think she is. She just wants the attention, Ville.”
“Whatever,” he yawned and laid back down, dismissing again. He had heard something of this before, especially after seeing those pictures a while back of them. He sighed and closed his eyes, drifting off.
“Don’t fall asleep on me, Zille Zalo!” Bam chunked his can and hit him square in the chest, it bouncing off to spill droplets on the carpet.
“Don’t destroy my house, BamBam!” he laughed and tossed the can back, missing by a mile.
“Jeeze! It’s been so long that we’ve hung out that you forgot how to aim?”
“Oh, don’t even get that started, Bammie. I’m not in the mood for that shit.”
“…that’s not the aim I meant, Willa.” Bam felt his cheeks turn bright red as he sat across from the tired man, sprawled out on the floor in front of him. He watched the movement of his chest as he breathed, up and down with each inhale…exhale…he remembered how he loved to watch him sleep after a long night of drinking or whatever they had managed to do that night. He was so beautiful when he was asleep, so at peace.
“Willa?”
“Yes, Bammie?”
“Can you do me a favor?”
“No.”
“Please? For old time’s sake?”
He sighed and opened his eyes, “What do you want, Bammie?”
“Sleep next to me.” His stare was direct and unbroken as Ville sat up on his elbows with a grin.
“Sleep next to you or with you?” that shit-eating grin returned and Bam couldn’t keep his cheeks from blushing.
“Which ever you prefer, Willa Walo,” he returned the grin and stood from the couch, strutting up the stairs without looking back. He could hear Ville’s mumbling and huffing as he got up off the floor and followed him up the stairs and that flipping came back to his stomach.
“I can’t believe you still remember what side is mine,” Bam laughed as he pulled his shirt over his head and slid in next to the body he secretly and desperately missed.
“Of course I do, your nightstand is on my side so you had to-” he stopped himself before he got carried away. He bit his lip and looked to the ceiling, holding his tongue still behind his teeth.
“So I had to what, Willa?” Bam’s voice was dangerously low as he scooted under the covers, trying to keep the distance between them just so.
“Don’t make me say it,” he begged and turned to those blues.
“I want to hear you say it,” he begged and scooted ever so slightly closer, feeling the heat from Ville’s skin.
“It was always on my side so you would have to reach across me,” he did just that, turning and hovering centimeters over Bam’s face, over his lips.
“Why did I need to reach across you, Willa?” he hummed with a whine his voice, knowing the effect it was having on the man above him, the effect it was having on him. “What did I need?”
Ville could feel himself growing hard next to him. He could feel that returning burning itch under his skin that only Bam could relieve that only Bam could scratch. “You needed to tease me before you fucked me.”
“Am I teasing you, now?” Bam could barely take it, feeling himself growing hard underneath him. He could feel the blood rushing and pulsing and he needed Ville to touch him. He twitched his mouth forward, needing to feels those lips against his.
“Yes.” Ville gave in and let himself fall into Bam, lips crashing and fighting for dominance. A deep, longing moan escaped both parties and filled the quiet room of the tower. “Jesus, Bam…” Ville whispered into his neck, tasting for the first time in years that sweet, tangy American skin.
Bam arched his back, pushing himself into Ville’s hard body and letting him take his neck. He couldn’t hold in the sighs and moans with each kiss on his skin, with each touch of trembling fingers over goosebumps.
“Willa, I missed you so much, I could hardly stand it,” he sighed, rolling them over and attacking the solid chest he used to lay his head on every night. He smiled against the sweating skin as he felt fingers dig into his hair, pulling and pushing and wanting.
“How do you think I feel?” Ville laughed as best he could with Bam’s tongue dancing over his skin, teasing at his nipples like he loves and an involuntary moan escaped.
“Pretty damn good,” Bam chuckled deeply and kept teasing with his tongue, like he knew Ville liked.
“Oh, I missed you,” Ville pull him up and rolled them back over, bracing himself on the edge of bed. “Too.”…kiss on the neck… “Damn.”…kiss on the chest… “Long.”…kiss just above the belly button, fingers tracing and playing with the shared ink just above the belt. He could feel Bam’s muscles tighten under his hand at his touch and he grinned in that devilish way.
“Don’t look at me like that,” Bam pleaded, hands pulling at the thin arms that barricaded him to the bed.
“You look different,” he mocked and loved the small pudginess in Bam’s belly.
“I know, I’m getting fat,” he swatted at Ville hands and looked away, ignoring the grin still on Ville face but he couldn’t ignore Ville lips on stomach and his muscles flexed again. A moan escaped him and he felt another kiss marking his skin. “Ville please…”
“Please what?” he pulled away to see the longing on Bam’s face. He wanted to see him beg like he had done so many times before. Bam simply bit his lip and shut his eyes tight to keep from screaming out like he knew Ville wanted him to. Ville wasn’t having it. He put his lips back to the skater’s skin and kissed and licked and nibbled.
A moan and then, “please!” from Bam’s chest.
“Please what?” Ville’s hands trickled back down to Bam’s belt and stopped, fingers barely twitching at the hem of the baggy jeans.
“Please fuck me, Ville,” he finally let out, not being able to take the sweet torture anymore. “Please!”
“No need to scream, Bammie,” Ville grinned as he climbed over the aching boy, feeling his own muscles spasm at the skin on skin. He felt himself wanting to scream and let it all out but Lord, he wanted to savor this. Who knows when they’ll see each other again.
“Just please,” he begged in sighs and whispers. He begged pathetically and pulled and pinched at Ville’s skin, wanting him close enough to smother him.
Ville’s arms buckled when Bam pulled him closer and he fell, dead weight to Bam’s chest, moaning into sweating skin. His hips bucked involuntarily, causing them both to moan and plead for more. Ville worked his way down Bam’s body with teeth and nails and loved how Bam couldn’t keep still, trembling and shaking in his grip.
“Are you alright, love?” he finally had to ask when he swore he heard him weep. “Don’t cry.”
“I’m not crying,” Bam called in a whine, “I just want you. I want you so fucking bad it hurts.” His fingers dug and pulled through Ville’s long hair, eyes wet and ice blue even in the dark and Ville could see it.
“We’re getting there, Bammie,” he whispered and pulled at the denim around Bam’s waist, “I promise,” he whispered still as he slid jeans down Bam’s legs and threw them to the floor. He caught his breath at the sight of Bam wanting him as he pulled at his own jeans, unbuckling and unzipping with anxious fingers.
“Hurry, Willa…Please…” Bam panted and sat up to meet his lips with Ville’s and pull him back down. There was only one touch through boxers before Ville attacked and removed both pairs in one swift movement.
“Oh, Bammie,” escaped his swollen lips as he placed his hand over Bam’s ache, feeling muscles tense again. Bam arched his back at the feeling of Ville’s hand playing and searching and preparing him, the feeling sending him to the edge so quickly he was already seeing stars.
“Ville, please, just do it!” he screamed and reached for Ville, pulling and playing until Ville pushed him back down, fingers digging into the pillows as he positioned himself where he had been dreaming of for years.
“My neighbors better not call the cops.”
“Why would they?”
“They’ll think I murdered someone with all your screaming.”
“My screaming?! Did you hear yourself, Valo? You we’re barely inside me before you called my name.”
“I distinctly remember you screaming before I even touched you, Bam Bam.”
“Whatever…”
Ville smiled at the satisfied face on his shoulder. He kissed the messy curls that tickled his lips and inhaled, missing the smell.
“Do I need a shower?”
“We both do.”
“…race ya?” Bam looked up with wide eyes, remembering the first time they showered together. He chuckled silently at the memory of almost breaking that hotel shower -
“I’m not running anywhere, I still can’t feel my legs.”
“Good,” he leaned up and kissed at Ville’s jaw, rolling to his side and resting his chin on Ville’s chest. He drew mindless circles on his skin, somewhat tracing the new tattoos he hadn’t seen but in pictures that he kept up with.
“What?” Ville looked down with tired eyes when Bam sighed on his skin.
“Nothin’.”
“Oh, don’t do that, please,” Ville rolled his eyes towards the window and the rising sun. “We still have all day.”
“No we don’t,” Bam pulled away and sat up, turning away from the window and from Ville. “We both have to be there at noon, run around and get ready all day…be up all night doing stupid pictures and meet ups and shit…”
“Then we can come back here afterwards,” Ville sat up and wrapped his arms around the breaking boy, knowing full well that he was right. There was no today and maybe not even a tonight.
“I can’t.”
A blade to the heart. “Why not?”
“Flight leaves after the show. I have to get back.”
Death. “Oh.”
“Yeah.”
Silence.
“…can we just skip today? Say that we’re both sick and can’t perform?”
“I wish, Bammie.”
“Don’t call me that,” he pulled away and stood from the bed, searching the floor for his clothes that had been long forgotten.
Ville sighed into his hand, knowing the rage was coming. “Please…?”
“No! I’m not going to act fucking mature or whatever else! I’m going to be fucking pissed and scream and throw some shit and drink myself to a fucking coma tonight!” he mumbled and cursed as he pulled his shirt over his head and zipped up his pants.
Ville watched from the bed, knowing there was no calming his down and knowing that he was right. He bit at his lip and leaned against the wall, watching Bam pace his room. There was no talking to him like this.
“This is just so fucked up, Ville!” he punched at the foot of the bed making Ville jump from fear and bouncing springs.
“I know,” he stopped himself from adding ‘Bammie’ to the end and nibbled at his thumb. He hated this as much, maybe even more than Bam did. He hated, loathed the way that this always happened and nothing ever changed. They would see eachother after Lord knows how long, have a few drinks, start flirting, maybe a hug would start it or even just a look and they would fuck until the sun comes up and leave back into their lives without the other, wishing that they could just stay locked up in a room for months and be alone.
“Is this ever gonna change?” Bam finally sat on the corner of the mattress, head down and exhausted.
Ville wanted to say that it would but he knew better. “No.”
Bam sighed, lifting his ten ton head from his shoulders and stood. He took a deep breath and without looking over his shoulder, headed for the door. “See you in a few years, Ville.”
“See you, Bam.”
“How many years?”
“Too many.”
“How many?”
“Nearly three…maybe a little more. Too long.”
“Way too long.”
“I need another beer,” he forced himself from the floor and made his way to the somewhat familiar kitchen and opened the door, needing to feel the cool toxic air more than needing another beer. He closed his eyes and cooled down, letting the sweat building under his hood dry before he grabbed another can with a sigh. He didn’t want to drink tonight. He knew that two beers would lead to seven and then to whiskey and then nothing but blackness and sloppy make outs. Even if that’s what he really wanted.
“Feel better?” Ville looked up from the floor, sipping his second can of Coke.
“Sure,” Bam plopped next to him, crossing his dirty shoes underneath him. Memories flashed from so many nights before that started like this and ended… “This is fucking nuts.”
“What is?”
“This is. Picking up like nothing happened and we’re back to chillin’ on the floor, drinking and spitting shit like we used to.”
He laughed, realizing that he was right. “Yeah. I miss shedding skin with you, Bammie.”
“Bammie,” he mumbled, sipping and slurping. “I missed you calling me that… Willa.”
“Oh, Lord!” he laughed, covering his eyes and turning cheeks. “I haven’t heard that in ages.”
“Years, Willa. Years.”
“Stop it.”
“Stop what?”
“I don’t want to know anymore. I know it’s been too long, let’s just leave it at that, shall we?” He sipped and slurped and stared into the distance.
“’kay,” he sniffled and inhaled that somewhat familiar smell. He missed the smell of stale menthols and his shampoo. He looked over his shoulder and tried not to look so obvious as he looked him over.
“Stop staring at me like that, Bammie,” he caught him but kept his eyes still.
“You look different.”
“I know, I’m getting old.”
“You’re not old. If you’re old, I’m old.”
“You’re not old.” He finally turned and tried not to look so obvious as he looked him over. “Speaking of different…” he picked up a hand and gently tugged at the ring in Bam’s nose.
“Ouch!” he jumped in a laugh and wiggled and scratched at his nose. “That’s attached, you know!”
“I know,” he laughed and tried again, only to be swatted away. He caught his breath at the roughness of Bam’s hands, the hands that he missed. “You have so many more tattoos!” He jumped to his knees and started to trace, hardly noticing Bam’s reaction to his soft hands on his skin.
“Please stop,” was uttered from Bam’s lips at what seemed like hours later.
“Stop what?” he looked up, innocently into those blues and couldn’t hide his smile. That shit-eating grin that he missed making took over his face and his eyes darkened and Bam knew what was coming.
“Shit,” he jumped to his feet, feeling that flip in his stomach.
“I’m sorry, Bammie,” he sighed from the floor, resting his hands on his knees and falling back. “This is bad.”
“What’s bad?” he sighed and turned away, downing what was left in the can.
“My girlfriend is gonna kill me.”
“Haven’t you dumped that bitch, yet?!” he turned surprised and disappointed.
“She’s not a bitch, Bam. I actually love this girl, if you can believe it!” he grinned up at the frown. “Why do you hate her so much?”
“I just hear all this shit about her, is all. All I hear from everyone is how she’s totally fooling you, man. She talks shit behind your back and tips off paparazzi…”
“She does what?” he leaned on his elbows, eyebrows raised.
“I don’t know if it’s true or now, you know. You know how fans are, saying what they want,” he tried to soften the blow. “All I know is that she’s not what you think she is. She just wants the attention, Ville.”
“Whatever,” he yawned and laid back down, dismissing again. He had heard something of this before, especially after seeing those pictures a while back of them. He sighed and closed his eyes, drifting off.
“Don’t fall asleep on me, Zille Zalo!” Bam chunked his can and hit him square in the chest, it bouncing off to spill droplets on the carpet.
“Don’t destroy my house, BamBam!” he laughed and tossed the can back, missing by a mile.
“Jeeze! It’s been so long that we’ve hung out that you forgot how to aim?”
“Oh, don’t even get that started, Bammie. I’m not in the mood for that shit.”
“…that’s not the aim I meant, Willa.” Bam felt his cheeks turn bright red as he sat across from the tired man, sprawled out on the floor in front of him. He watched the movement of his chest as he breathed, up and down with each inhale…exhale…he remembered how he loved to watch him sleep after a long night of drinking or whatever they had managed to do that night. He was so beautiful when he was asleep, so at peace.
“Willa?”
“Yes, Bammie?”
“Can you do me a favor?”
“No.”
“Please? For old time’s sake?”
He sighed and opened his eyes, “What do you want, Bammie?”
“Sleep next to me.” His stare was direct and unbroken as Ville sat up on his elbows with a grin.
“Sleep next to you or with you?” that shit-eating grin returned and Bam couldn’t keep his cheeks from blushing.
“Which ever you prefer, Willa Walo,” he returned the grin and stood from the couch, strutting up the stairs without looking back. He could hear Ville’s mumbling and huffing as he got up off the floor and followed him up the stairs and that flipping came back to his stomach.
“I can’t believe you still remember what side is mine,” Bam laughed as he pulled his shirt over his head and slid in next to the body he secretly and desperately missed.
“Of course I do, your nightstand is on my side so you had to-” he stopped himself before he got carried away. He bit his lip and looked to the ceiling, holding his tongue still behind his teeth.
“So I had to what, Willa?” Bam’s voice was dangerously low as he scooted under the covers, trying to keep the distance between them just so.
“Don’t make me say it,” he begged and turned to those blues.
“I want to hear you say it,” he begged and scooted ever so slightly closer, feeling the heat from Ville’s skin.
“It was always on my side so you would have to reach across me,” he did just that, turning and hovering centimeters over Bam’s face, over his lips.
“Why did I need to reach across you, Willa?” he hummed with a whine his voice, knowing the effect it was having on the man above him, the effect it was having on him. “What did I need?”
Ville could feel himself growing hard next to him. He could feel that returning burning itch under his skin that only Bam could relieve that only Bam could scratch. “You needed to tease me before you fucked me.”
“Am I teasing you, now?” Bam could barely take it, feeling himself growing hard underneath him. He could feel the blood rushing and pulsing and he needed Ville to touch him. He twitched his mouth forward, needing to feels those lips against his.
“Yes.” Ville gave in and let himself fall into Bam, lips crashing and fighting for dominance. A deep, longing moan escaped both parties and filled the quiet room of the tower. “Jesus, Bam…” Ville whispered into his neck, tasting for the first time in years that sweet, tangy American skin.
Bam arched his back, pushing himself into Ville’s hard body and letting him take his neck. He couldn’t hold in the sighs and moans with each kiss on his skin, with each touch of trembling fingers over goosebumps.
“Willa, I missed you so much, I could hardly stand it,” he sighed, rolling them over and attacking the solid chest he used to lay his head on every night. He smiled against the sweating skin as he felt fingers dig into his hair, pulling and pushing and wanting.
“How do you think I feel?” Ville laughed as best he could with Bam’s tongue dancing over his skin, teasing at his nipples like he loves and an involuntary moan escaped.
“Pretty damn good,” Bam chuckled deeply and kept teasing with his tongue, like he knew Ville liked.
“Oh, I missed you,” Ville pull him up and rolled them back over, bracing himself on the edge of bed. “Too.”…kiss on the neck… “Damn.”…kiss on the chest… “Long.”…kiss just above the belly button, fingers tracing and playing with the shared ink just above the belt. He could feel Bam’s muscles tighten under his hand at his touch and he grinned in that devilish way.
“Don’t look at me like that,” Bam pleaded, hands pulling at the thin arms that barricaded him to the bed.
“You look different,” he mocked and loved the small pudginess in Bam’s belly.
“I know, I’m getting fat,” he swatted at Ville hands and looked away, ignoring the grin still on Ville face but he couldn’t ignore Ville lips on stomach and his muscles flexed again. A moan escaped him and he felt another kiss marking his skin. “Ville please…”
“Please what?” he pulled away to see the longing on Bam’s face. He wanted to see him beg like he had done so many times before. Bam simply bit his lip and shut his eyes tight to keep from screaming out like he knew Ville wanted him to. Ville wasn’t having it. He put his lips back to the skater’s skin and kissed and licked and nibbled.
A moan and then, “please!” from Bam’s chest.
“Please what?” Ville’s hands trickled back down to Bam’s belt and stopped, fingers barely twitching at the hem of the baggy jeans.
“Please fuck me, Ville,” he finally let out, not being able to take the sweet torture anymore. “Please!”
“No need to scream, Bammie,” Ville grinned as he climbed over the aching boy, feeling his own muscles spasm at the skin on skin. He felt himself wanting to scream and let it all out but Lord, he wanted to savor this. Who knows when they’ll see each other again.
“Just please,” he begged in sighs and whispers. He begged pathetically and pulled and pinched at Ville’s skin, wanting him close enough to smother him.
Ville’s arms buckled when Bam pulled him closer and he fell, dead weight to Bam’s chest, moaning into sweating skin. His hips bucked involuntarily, causing them both to moan and plead for more. Ville worked his way down Bam’s body with teeth and nails and loved how Bam couldn’t keep still, trembling and shaking in his grip.
“Are you alright, love?” he finally had to ask when he swore he heard him weep. “Don’t cry.”
“I’m not crying,” Bam called in a whine, “I just want you. I want you so fucking bad it hurts.” His fingers dug and pulled through Ville’s long hair, eyes wet and ice blue even in the dark and Ville could see it.
“We’re getting there, Bammie,” he whispered and pulled at the denim around Bam’s waist, “I promise,” he whispered still as he slid jeans down Bam’s legs and threw them to the floor. He caught his breath at the sight of Bam wanting him as he pulled at his own jeans, unbuckling and unzipping with anxious fingers.
“Hurry, Willa…Please…” Bam panted and sat up to meet his lips with Ville’s and pull him back down. There was only one touch through boxers before Ville attacked and removed both pairs in one swift movement.
“Oh, Bammie,” escaped his swollen lips as he placed his hand over Bam’s ache, feeling muscles tense again. Bam arched his back at the feeling of Ville’s hand playing and searching and preparing him, the feeling sending him to the edge so quickly he was already seeing stars.
“Ville, please, just do it!” he screamed and reached for Ville, pulling and playing until Ville pushed him back down, fingers digging into the pillows as he positioned himself where he had been dreaming of for years.
“My neighbors better not call the cops.”
“Why would they?”
“They’ll think I murdered someone with all your screaming.”
“My screaming?! Did you hear yourself, Valo? You we’re barely inside me before you called my name.”
“I distinctly remember you screaming before I even touched you, Bam Bam.”
“Whatever…”
Ville smiled at the satisfied face on his shoulder. He kissed the messy curls that tickled his lips and inhaled, missing the smell.
“Do I need a shower?”
“We both do.”
“…race ya?” Bam looked up with wide eyes, remembering the first time they showered together. He chuckled silently at the memory of almost breaking that hotel shower -
“I’m not running anywhere, I still can’t feel my legs.”
“Good,” he leaned up and kissed at Ville’s jaw, rolling to his side and resting his chin on Ville’s chest. He drew mindless circles on his skin, somewhat tracing the new tattoos he hadn’t seen but in pictures that he kept up with.
“What?” Ville looked down with tired eyes when Bam sighed on his skin.
“Nothin’.”
“Oh, don’t do that, please,” Ville rolled his eyes towards the window and the rising sun. “We still have all day.”
“No we don’t,” Bam pulled away and sat up, turning away from the window and from Ville. “We both have to be there at noon, run around and get ready all day…be up all night doing stupid pictures and meet ups and shit…”
“Then we can come back here afterwards,” Ville sat up and wrapped his arms around the breaking boy, knowing full well that he was right. There was no today and maybe not even a tonight.
“I can’t.”
A blade to the heart. “Why not?”
“Flight leaves after the show. I have to get back.”
Death. “Oh.”
“Yeah.”
Silence.
“…can we just skip today? Say that we’re both sick and can’t perform?”
“I wish, Bammie.”
“Don’t call me that,” he pulled away and stood from the bed, searching the floor for his clothes that had been long forgotten.
Ville sighed into his hand, knowing the rage was coming. “Please…?”
“No! I’m not going to act fucking mature or whatever else! I’m going to be fucking pissed and scream and throw some shit and drink myself to a fucking coma tonight!” he mumbled and cursed as he pulled his shirt over his head and zipped up his pants.
Ville watched from the bed, knowing there was no calming his down and knowing that he was right. He bit at his lip and leaned against the wall, watching Bam pace his room. There was no talking to him like this.
“This is just so fucked up, Ville!” he punched at the foot of the bed making Ville jump from fear and bouncing springs.
“I know,” he stopped himself from adding ‘Bammie’ to the end and nibbled at his thumb. He hated this as much, maybe even more than Bam did. He hated, loathed the way that this always happened and nothing ever changed. They would see eachother after Lord knows how long, have a few drinks, start flirting, maybe a hug would start it or even just a look and they would fuck until the sun comes up and leave back into their lives without the other, wishing that they could just stay locked up in a room for months and be alone.
“Is this ever gonna change?” Bam finally sat on the corner of the mattress, head down and exhausted.
Ville wanted to say that it would but he knew better. “No.”
Bam sighed, lifting his ten ton head from his shoulders and stood. He took a deep breath and without looking over his shoulder, headed for the door. “See you in a few years, Ville.”
“See you, Bam.”