Don't Say 'I do' : Chapter 5
Chapter 5: Ville's Arrival
Missy pulls up at the airport. Standing outside, with a rolling luggage bag, stood Ville. He seen the blue hummer. He walked to it immediately. Missy reached over to push the passenger door open for Ville. After he put his bags in the back, he pulled open the door that had been opened for him. He started with, “Hey Bammieboy,” then he saw her. Missy smiled up at him. “Where's Bam? No problem with you or anything, just expected that Bam would be here to greet me too.” Ville said so as not to offend Missy. Missy already had planned what to tell Ville as Bam's excuse. “Oh, yeah, he hardly ever takes time out to plan our wedding, so he probably didn't find the time in his schedule today, sorry.”
~Odd, Bam always maked time for those he really loves, so if he's not spending much time with Missy, does that mean he doesn't lover her that much?~
At that thought, he smiled.
~But wait, he didn't find time to come and pick me up, so I guess that he doesn't love me much more if as much.~
He then frowned. Missy, who expected a frown from her words about Bam, didn't ask why he did so. The ride to Castle Bam, the only sound was the CD player, playing Blood Hound Gang.
As Missy pulled into the driveway, she honked the horn to alert Bam of their arrival. As she got out of the car, Dico, Raab, and, Jimmy approached her and Ville. Jimmy speaking first, “Looky here, it's Ville!” Dico took Ville's bags to the house, while Ville gave Raab and Jimmy hugs. “Yes, it's me sweethearts. Haven't missed me much, have you?” He teased. Raab smiled, “Oh, just here and there. I mean it's only with your help that I'm a happy man!” Jimmy, lightly confused, “Huh? Oh! With your wife, right?” Raab nodded. The guys usher Ville into the house. Missy slips off to find Bam.
Getting to the bedroom they shared, she turns the knob. As she steps into the room quietly, seeing Bam laying on the huge master bed. As she got closer, she saw sweat on his forehead and at the edge of his hair line. Sitting down on the bed, she runs her fingers through his sweat-soaked curls. “Babe, baby, wake up.” She shook Bam gently. Bam opens one eye at her. “Is he here yet?” “He's downstairs with the guys. You should at least make an appearance, you can't hide here forever.” Bam, acting childish, “Yes I can!” He pulled the covers over his head. She giggled at him. “Okay Babe. I'll see you downstairs.” Missy Left the room, leaving Bam alone once more.
Dico sees Missy enter the pirate bar. “Hey, where's the man of the house?” Dico, referring to Bam. Missy looks toward him. “Oh, he had taken a nap, so he could stay up late with you and the guys.” she goes and sits down between Ville and Dunn. Missy nods to the others. The guys are talking among themselves.
Bam comes down the stairs slowly, quiet , looking around. He sees the guys and her, deciding to approach the two people he cared for the most. Sneaking up behind Ville and Missy, he puts his head between them, throwing an arm around each shoulders. “Well, look who's here?! My Willa!” Bam shouted the last part. Everyone just started laughing. Ville smiles and kisses Bam's cheek, giving him a half hug. Missy thought she felt something int the atmosphere, something she'd felt before when Ville and Bam were together. Rake and Novak started passing out drinks, beers, single shots, and a few margaritas. Dico yells, “First come, first get the drunkest!” Reaching out for one of the shots. Bam and Ville, both wanted to out last the rest. Missy leaves to got out with some of the girls and her sister.
After a few hours later, at 9:30pm, Missy comes home. As she walks in, she sees Dunn and Raab in the living room sleeping, Dico passed out at the pirate bar in a stool against the counter, Novak on the floor in the pirate bar. She wondered where Bam and Ville could be. She travels up the stairs. When she enters Bam's and her bedroom, she saw a sleeping Bam. Not knowing that Bam had gone to bed early as an excuse not to tell Ville the truth. Missy crawls onto the bed pulling the blankets off of Bam. He's in his black silk boxers. She spotted his hardon. Assuming he'd been having a whet dream, she wanted to wake Bam to know what he's been dreaming of. Yet instead she could take the advantage of his arousal. Gliding his boxers off gently, she just thinks about what she wants to do to him first. She picked tho suck his half-hardon, to make it just right. As she does so, Bam's imagination leads him to think it's Ville's lips, not hers. He begins to buck up into her mouth. Happy with his reaction, she climbs up and straddles his erection. Rolling her hips and bouncing down on Bam. Bam realizing he'd been fantasizing, and that it was Missy on top of him. Opening his eyes , he spots Ville standing in the door way, watching. Not sure why, but he wanted to show off to Ville somehow. Well, he'd give him a show. Bam started to dis clothe Missy. After getting her completely nude, he pulls her face to his, kissing her in a semi-rough way. He grabs her hips, pulls her down onto his throbbing cock. She takes a sharp breath. As their kiss ended, she started to suckle on Bam's neck.
Bam still holding her hips, starts to lift and thrust her. He'd used so much force that Ville could hear their bodies slapping into each other. He watched in a detached state. Ville had almost thought Bam had seen him, but he assumed not with the continued bed sporting they were carrying on. Ville, not able to witness any longer, turns and walks back down to his room.
Once to his room, Ville closes the door softly. He didn't want to wake anyone or alert Bam or Missy. Sitting down on his bed, where his messy luggage bags remain. As he sits there reliving all he'd just seen, the love, joy, understanding between the couple. He'd always wondered what it could be like to be under Bam's slick body. Tonight, fate was cruel, it had shown him his answer, just it weren't by experience. It was like a slap in the face, one so harsh it had caused Ville to cry silent tears. He wasn't aware of hi watery eyes until he tasted them on his frowning lips. Wondering what should he do, how should he behave, how will he punish himself for disrespecting Bam in a most personally and private way?
Looking over his bags, trying to remember where something was. While thinking he had undressed into a pair of dark green boxers. While he was moving the bags down to the floor, he searched them briefly. One bag from the last, he'd found it. Taking out the item, he headed to the bathroom down the hall. Wearing a borrowed robe from anyone at the house (he didn't know who's it was, just that it was hanging on the back of his door.), most likely Bam's or Novak's. When he reached the bathroom, he closed and locked it. Hanging up the robe, he grabbed a black rag from the cabinet. Looking down under the sink, he found the medical alcohol. Seeing both kinds, the light green and clear. Ville shrugged to himself about what difference there could be between the two. Slipping off his boxers, he stepped into the bathtub. Turning on the water, making it as hot as he could stand. He sits in the pooling water. Stretching out his pale long legs, he removes the cover to the item from his room. The water had fully covered his legs as the were flat. He shut if off. Twirling a shiny silver blade in his hand. He examined the razor's edge, knowing how it will feel against his flesh. Lifting one leg up from the water, he lays the blade flat to it. He then tips it slightly at an angle, pressing lightly in a two inch line from left to right on his upper left thigh. Watching the blood as it slowly trickles down to meet the water. A light cut, like this never hurt. Moving to his inner thigh on his right leg, he takes a fast slash to the usually hidden parts of his legs. Closing his eyes at the pain, only when opening them to watch part of him delude into the tub's once clear liquid. Dipping the razor into the water, replacing the cover, sits it aside. Getting the alcohol and rag, he pours some of he smelly green liquid onto the rag. With throwing the left leg from the water, half laying it up on the top rim of the tub. Then presses the wet cloth to the small red spot. The small pain tingles. It seems the blood had stopped leaking from the minor wound already. After that, he switched, the blood, still dripping from the deep laceration. He poured fresh alcohol onto it. He hissed with pain, but believed that this is his punishment. What he deserves. Once the blood slows more, he unplugs the tub, climbing out. He applies bandage to his consequences. If only he could cleanse and bandage his heart and mind as well. As he leaves the bathroom, he listens for any sound. Hearing only soft breathing. As he enters his room, he turns off the lights, crawling into his bed, staring up at the celling, afraid to close his eyes, worried he'd see Bam's sweaty form above him. Trying to think of a healthier subject, or at least one less painful, he tries to imagine what the band is doing back at home. This thought carries him off to sleep.
End of Chapter 5
Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoy. I think poor Willa needs a huggie! Please don't be upset with me for his part. I've started writing chapter 6! Love ya, Gabrielle
Missy pulls up at the airport. Standing outside, with a rolling luggage bag, stood Ville. He seen the blue hummer. He walked to it immediately. Missy reached over to push the passenger door open for Ville. After he put his bags in the back, he pulled open the door that had been opened for him. He started with, “Hey Bammieboy,” then he saw her. Missy smiled up at him. “Where's Bam? No problem with you or anything, just expected that Bam would be here to greet me too.” Ville said so as not to offend Missy. Missy already had planned what to tell Ville as Bam's excuse. “Oh, yeah, he hardly ever takes time out to plan our wedding, so he probably didn't find the time in his schedule today, sorry.”
~Odd, Bam always maked time for those he really loves, so if he's not spending much time with Missy, does that mean he doesn't lover her that much?~
At that thought, he smiled.
~But wait, he didn't find time to come and pick me up, so I guess that he doesn't love me much more if as much.~
He then frowned. Missy, who expected a frown from her words about Bam, didn't ask why he did so. The ride to Castle Bam, the only sound was the CD player, playing Blood Hound Gang.
As Missy pulled into the driveway, she honked the horn to alert Bam of their arrival. As she got out of the car, Dico, Raab, and, Jimmy approached her and Ville. Jimmy speaking first, “Looky here, it's Ville!” Dico took Ville's bags to the house, while Ville gave Raab and Jimmy hugs. “Yes, it's me sweethearts. Haven't missed me much, have you?” He teased. Raab smiled, “Oh, just here and there. I mean it's only with your help that I'm a happy man!” Jimmy, lightly confused, “Huh? Oh! With your wife, right?” Raab nodded. The guys usher Ville into the house. Missy slips off to find Bam.
Getting to the bedroom they shared, she turns the knob. As she steps into the room quietly, seeing Bam laying on the huge master bed. As she got closer, she saw sweat on his forehead and at the edge of his hair line. Sitting down on the bed, she runs her fingers through his sweat-soaked curls. “Babe, baby, wake up.” She shook Bam gently. Bam opens one eye at her. “Is he here yet?” “He's downstairs with the guys. You should at least make an appearance, you can't hide here forever.” Bam, acting childish, “Yes I can!” He pulled the covers over his head. She giggled at him. “Okay Babe. I'll see you downstairs.” Missy Left the room, leaving Bam alone once more.
Dico sees Missy enter the pirate bar. “Hey, where's the man of the house?” Dico, referring to Bam. Missy looks toward him. “Oh, he had taken a nap, so he could stay up late with you and the guys.” she goes and sits down between Ville and Dunn. Missy nods to the others. The guys are talking among themselves.
Bam comes down the stairs slowly, quiet , looking around. He sees the guys and her, deciding to approach the two people he cared for the most. Sneaking up behind Ville and Missy, he puts his head between them, throwing an arm around each shoulders. “Well, look who's here?! My Willa!” Bam shouted the last part. Everyone just started laughing. Ville smiles and kisses Bam's cheek, giving him a half hug. Missy thought she felt something int the atmosphere, something she'd felt before when Ville and Bam were together. Rake and Novak started passing out drinks, beers, single shots, and a few margaritas. Dico yells, “First come, first get the drunkest!” Reaching out for one of the shots. Bam and Ville, both wanted to out last the rest. Missy leaves to got out with some of the girls and her sister.
After a few hours later, at 9:30pm, Missy comes home. As she walks in, she sees Dunn and Raab in the living room sleeping, Dico passed out at the pirate bar in a stool against the counter, Novak on the floor in the pirate bar. She wondered where Bam and Ville could be. She travels up the stairs. When she enters Bam's and her bedroom, she saw a sleeping Bam. Not knowing that Bam had gone to bed early as an excuse not to tell Ville the truth. Missy crawls onto the bed pulling the blankets off of Bam. He's in his black silk boxers. She spotted his hardon. Assuming he'd been having a whet dream, she wanted to wake Bam to know what he's been dreaming of. Yet instead she could take the advantage of his arousal. Gliding his boxers off gently, she just thinks about what she wants to do to him first. She picked tho suck his half-hardon, to make it just right. As she does so, Bam's imagination leads him to think it's Ville's lips, not hers. He begins to buck up into her mouth. Happy with his reaction, she climbs up and straddles his erection. Rolling her hips and bouncing down on Bam. Bam realizing he'd been fantasizing, and that it was Missy on top of him. Opening his eyes , he spots Ville standing in the door way, watching. Not sure why, but he wanted to show off to Ville somehow. Well, he'd give him a show. Bam started to dis clothe Missy. After getting her completely nude, he pulls her face to his, kissing her in a semi-rough way. He grabs her hips, pulls her down onto his throbbing cock. She takes a sharp breath. As their kiss ended, she started to suckle on Bam's neck.
Bam still holding her hips, starts to lift and thrust her. He'd used so much force that Ville could hear their bodies slapping into each other. He watched in a detached state. Ville had almost thought Bam had seen him, but he assumed not with the continued bed sporting they were carrying on. Ville, not able to witness any longer, turns and walks back down to his room.
Once to his room, Ville closes the door softly. He didn't want to wake anyone or alert Bam or Missy. Sitting down on his bed, where his messy luggage bags remain. As he sits there reliving all he'd just seen, the love, joy, understanding between the couple. He'd always wondered what it could be like to be under Bam's slick body. Tonight, fate was cruel, it had shown him his answer, just it weren't by experience. It was like a slap in the face, one so harsh it had caused Ville to cry silent tears. He wasn't aware of hi watery eyes until he tasted them on his frowning lips. Wondering what should he do, how should he behave, how will he punish himself for disrespecting Bam in a most personally and private way?
Looking over his bags, trying to remember where something was. While thinking he had undressed into a pair of dark green boxers. While he was moving the bags down to the floor, he searched them briefly. One bag from the last, he'd found it. Taking out the item, he headed to the bathroom down the hall. Wearing a borrowed robe from anyone at the house (he didn't know who's it was, just that it was hanging on the back of his door.), most likely Bam's or Novak's. When he reached the bathroom, he closed and locked it. Hanging up the robe, he grabbed a black rag from the cabinet. Looking down under the sink, he found the medical alcohol. Seeing both kinds, the light green and clear. Ville shrugged to himself about what difference there could be between the two. Slipping off his boxers, he stepped into the bathtub. Turning on the water, making it as hot as he could stand. He sits in the pooling water. Stretching out his pale long legs, he removes the cover to the item from his room. The water had fully covered his legs as the were flat. He shut if off. Twirling a shiny silver blade in his hand. He examined the razor's edge, knowing how it will feel against his flesh. Lifting one leg up from the water, he lays the blade flat to it. He then tips it slightly at an angle, pressing lightly in a two inch line from left to right on his upper left thigh. Watching the blood as it slowly trickles down to meet the water. A light cut, like this never hurt. Moving to his inner thigh on his right leg, he takes a fast slash to the usually hidden parts of his legs. Closing his eyes at the pain, only when opening them to watch part of him delude into the tub's once clear liquid. Dipping the razor into the water, replacing the cover, sits it aside. Getting the alcohol and rag, he pours some of he smelly green liquid onto the rag. With throwing the left leg from the water, half laying it up on the top rim of the tub. Then presses the wet cloth to the small red spot. The small pain tingles. It seems the blood had stopped leaking from the minor wound already. After that, he switched, the blood, still dripping from the deep laceration. He poured fresh alcohol onto it. He hissed with pain, but believed that this is his punishment. What he deserves. Once the blood slows more, he unplugs the tub, climbing out. He applies bandage to his consequences. If only he could cleanse and bandage his heart and mind as well. As he leaves the bathroom, he listens for any sound. Hearing only soft breathing. As he enters his room, he turns off the lights, crawling into his bed, staring up at the celling, afraid to close his eyes, worried he'd see Bam's sweaty form above him. Trying to think of a healthier subject, or at least one less painful, he tries to imagine what the band is doing back at home. This thought carries him off to sleep.
End of Chapter 5
Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoy. I think poor Willa needs a huggie! Please don't be upset with me for his part. I've started writing chapter 6! Love ya, Gabrielle