Love is Blind -- Chapter 4 [What Are The Odds?]
Title: Love is Blind
Author: Soul_on_Fire67
Rating: R
Pairing: Vam
Disclaimer: Sadly...I don't own these guy. : (
Summary: Bam goes to Finland for an anniversary for Ape & Phil and unexpected things happen.
Warning(s): Language, Sex in later chapters, and of course, angst.
AN: FIRST FIC ON THIS SITE! I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT! :D Reviews/Comments are the fuel of writers everywhere!
Previous Chapters:
[Problems, Guaranteed.]
[Watcher.]
[Not to Blame.]
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I brushed off the legs of my jeans, trying to look as neat as possible given the current situation, and put my hands on my lower back casually when I was done. “Uh, hey there. At least I didn’t bump into you this time.”
His smiled widened as he walked around me, sitting in the stool that klutzy bitch once occupied. I followed suit, feeling awkward left standing while people stared.
“Salmiakkikossu, ole hyvä ja kiitos.” When his focus turned back to me I instantly felt a smile pulling at the corners of my mouth.
“You know” Ville began, messing with the napkin the bartender had put down, “It’s quite odd to run into you in a place like this. Maybe I’m just glad in a sense, who the hell knows, but it’s peculiar.”
Glad? Was that what he said?
I watched him close as he downed his drink, putting the glass on the countertop and waving for another. It seemed like the service was faster when he asked for it. Again I found myself speechless in his presence, something that would probably never stop happening. I studied the way his body moved in sync, motion of his arm toward his face making the muscles in his chest move under the tight shirt, scarf hiding most of it from my view, making my tongue have to come out and wet my lips. It was dirty, I knew that, but for some reason my eyes couldn’t help themselves. I didn’t know it was possible for someone to look good in what looked like the male version of skinny jeans. Baggy was more my style but he pulled it off.
“…Have you ever had sex?” I blurted out, quite loud, making him laugh into his glass. My eyes were stuck staring at the liquid inside it until my brain caught onto what I said, which I quickly looked up to his face.
“Would you like the honest answer or for me to forget that?”
I could feel heat creep into my face, so I turned and faced the bar, elbows leaning against the shiny surface with my head in my hands. “Fucking hell…”
He leaned back a little, straightening up, “To be truthful, yes. Now my turn. I’ll be a little less blunt if it‘s no bother.”
I didn’t even move my head out of my hands to look at him. I’d go to the grave saying it was the alcohol talking, not my inner pervert.
“Tell me, Bam, what do you do for a living?” That was less blunt. There would never be a time I wasn’t an ass around him. I sighed, facing him once more but keeping my eyes averted from his face.
“Reckless shit. I have my own TV show.”
“Really?” he asked, putting his hand on his chin, elbow on the counter as I had done. I stared back up into those eyes, beer in my system making it easier to get over the fact that I made myself sound like a douche. Getting a chance to brag around him couldn’t be that bad.
A nod was all I gave him, “Yeah, it’s pretty popular. A lot of fans around where I live.”
“And where is that?”
He sure was curious. “West Chester, PA. Next to New York.”
“Okay, you continue and I’ll act like I know those places. Are they anything like here?”
“Uh not really. It snows, sure, but not constantly like here. I don’t know if I could deal with this all the time, cold and me don’t really mix.”
Ville reached out to take another sip of his new drink, moving the napkin the same way as before while setting it back down, “It’s not so bad.”
“Were you born here?” My turn to ask questions…decent ones.
He nodded as well, coughing a little after that drink, “This is my home, yes. Naturally I’m used to the cold.”
“How’d you learn to talk English so well?”
“Practice, a lot of it actually. My parents both speak very little, but I had to teach myself. It is not easy to learn. “
So…to him…I was the one who had an accent? Weird.
We sat in comfortable conversation for four hours after that, I kept my eye on the clock right above the wine bottles on the bar shelves, just to see how long I could keep him entertained. Longer than I had expected, I’d have to make a note of that in my phone…
Ville set down the seventh cup of his drink that he’d had that night and went to stand, excusing himself to use the restroom. I made him laugh with my story from earlier with the man and woman, but he wanted to go anyway. As soon as he went to go around my stool his foot hit the pieces of glass that no one had cleaned up from my shattered cup, and my arm shot out to wrap around his waist.
Adrenaline was running through my veins as I almost watched him hurt himself, and I didn’t even realize I caught him until he turned to face me.
“That wasn’t a good sign” he laughed, pulling the beanie back farther on his head to expose some brown curly hair. I smiled and pulled him back toward his seat.
“I’m not paying for any damn hospital bills, got it?” We both laughed again after that, and I stood up to stretch and grab my jacket that had fallen to the ground sometime while we were talking.
I turned, looking at the dark streets on the outside of the glass doors, past people walking in and out, surprised that there were still others in the bar like we were at this hour of the morning. Ape would be flipping shit if she was awake knowing I wasn’t home.
Coughing caught my attention as I moved to face Ville again, seeing him put one hand on his chest and do it harder.
“You alright…?” I asked, putting one hand on his shoulder.
He moved it away, smiling that usual breathtaking smile, and cleared his throat, “Just fine. The asthma sometimes gets to me. Not often though.”
“Uh-huh” was all I could say, pulling my pants up a little and heading for the entrance, waiting as he followed to hold the door open. Strangely I didn’t feel as insecure as when we first met, but it was still there. He wrapped the scarf more around his neck when we got outside, taking in a deep breath of cold air which brought on another coughing fit.
My eyebrow rose as he put one hand on his forehead, breathing heavy. “I don’t think you’re okay.”
Quickly I put one arm behind his back and under his right arm, putting the left one over my shoulder. It was his turn to give me a puzzled look.
“I’ll make sure you get home safe.”
He turned away from me then, moving his head to the side to take in deep breaths. It was only when I felt all his weight against my body did I start to worry, slowly setting him down on his butt on the snowy sidewalk.
“Hey” I almost yelled, shaking him, “You there Ville?”
I stood, brushing my hair back and nervously looking down one side of the street, then the other. “Fuck fuck fuck! How the hell am I supposed to know where you live?”
Leaning back down I put one arm around his back, the other under his knees, and lifted him up, keeping him close. He opened his eyes, breath coming out quickly, “Do you know where the tower is?”
The tower… “The only tower I know was one I saw for a few minutes in a tour earlier, Ville, I don’t know where that is!”
His eyes were closed again, head leaning against my shoulder, so I took the way I felt most comfortable - forward. We crossed the busy intersection, lights flashing every which way and making my confused head even more lost. This was Finland, for Fucks Sake. I didn’t even know my own block very well.
I turned, his legs dangling off my other arm, and scanned the dark sky until faintly I made out the shape of the ledge at the very top of the tower from earlier. Practically sprinting but being careful not to drop him I managed to make it there in about five minutes, staring up until my head was fully back at the massive structure. There was a cemented pathway leading up to the front door, surrounded by trees and fence.
Ville wasn’t responsive and I didn’t have a pair of keys, just perfect. I glanced around the ground, feeling nervous when no spare ones were to be found. Turning around so what we both faced the street I lifted my leg and slammed it back into the door knob and breaking it right off, door swinging open slightly. It was slightly warm inside the house but I couldn’t see anything in the pitch darkness.
Feeling around with my arm on the wall I managed to find the light switch, flicking it on to reveal the inside of the peculiar house. It was very spacious, despite the outward appearance, yet not many things were there. The exact opposite of mine.
I climbed the spiral staircase, counting each step as to not lose my balance, and checked each room until finding one with a large bed in the middle. A giant symbol was hanging above the bedpost on the wall, jutting out and glowing red. It was a heart inside of a circle, like a pentagram only…not.
As delicately as possible I set Ville on the cushiony mattress, laying him on his back, before sitting in a recliner chair next to the bedside table. A white tube sat there next to the lamp that had been left on, and I grabbed it, taking the cap off. Slowly I scooted the chair closer to the bed, holding the inhaler so that it went in his mouth a tiny bit, and pushed the button. It let out the noise telling me that the medication was on its way and I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. He’d be okay.
My eyes felt heavy as I sat there, watching the slow rise and fall of his chest. This all seemed surreal. What were the odds that we’d run into each other at the same bar, get to know one another so easily, and then I’d end up carrying him bridal style to his house only to break and enter then watch him sleep.
It was crazy…but, I didn’t mind. I was used to crazy. Crazy and chaotic was how I lived my life. I put my head on the chair, closing my eyes fully. It was warm, comfortable, and I felt drained. When I turned on my side to get deeper into the cushions my phone fell out of my pocket, landing on a rug on the floor, vibration turned silent by the soft material, and I had no idea what text I’d wake up to in the morning.
Author: Soul_on_Fire67
Rating: R
Pairing: Vam
Disclaimer: Sadly...I don't own these guy. : (
Summary: Bam goes to Finland for an anniversary for Ape & Phil and unexpected things happen.
Warning(s): Language, Sex in later chapters, and of course, angst.
AN: FIRST FIC ON THIS SITE! I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT! :D Reviews/Comments are the fuel of writers everywhere!
Previous Chapters:
[Problems, Guaranteed.]
[Watcher.]
[Not to Blame.]
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I brushed off the legs of my jeans, trying to look as neat as possible given the current situation, and put my hands on my lower back casually when I was done. “Uh, hey there. At least I didn’t bump into you this time.”
His smiled widened as he walked around me, sitting in the stool that klutzy bitch once occupied. I followed suit, feeling awkward left standing while people stared.
“Salmiakkikossu, ole hyvä ja kiitos.” When his focus turned back to me I instantly felt a smile pulling at the corners of my mouth.
“You know” Ville began, messing with the napkin the bartender had put down, “It’s quite odd to run into you in a place like this. Maybe I’m just glad in a sense, who the hell knows, but it’s peculiar.”
Glad? Was that what he said?
I watched him close as he downed his drink, putting the glass on the countertop and waving for another. It seemed like the service was faster when he asked for it. Again I found myself speechless in his presence, something that would probably never stop happening. I studied the way his body moved in sync, motion of his arm toward his face making the muscles in his chest move under the tight shirt, scarf hiding most of it from my view, making my tongue have to come out and wet my lips. It was dirty, I knew that, but for some reason my eyes couldn’t help themselves. I didn’t know it was possible for someone to look good in what looked like the male version of skinny jeans. Baggy was more my style but he pulled it off.
“…Have you ever had sex?” I blurted out, quite loud, making him laugh into his glass. My eyes were stuck staring at the liquid inside it until my brain caught onto what I said, which I quickly looked up to his face.
“Would you like the honest answer or for me to forget that?”
I could feel heat creep into my face, so I turned and faced the bar, elbows leaning against the shiny surface with my head in my hands. “Fucking hell…”
He leaned back a little, straightening up, “To be truthful, yes. Now my turn. I’ll be a little less blunt if it‘s no bother.”
I didn’t even move my head out of my hands to look at him. I’d go to the grave saying it was the alcohol talking, not my inner pervert.
“Tell me, Bam, what do you do for a living?” That was less blunt. There would never be a time I wasn’t an ass around him. I sighed, facing him once more but keeping my eyes averted from his face.
“Reckless shit. I have my own TV show.”
“Really?” he asked, putting his hand on his chin, elbow on the counter as I had done. I stared back up into those eyes, beer in my system making it easier to get over the fact that I made myself sound like a douche. Getting a chance to brag around him couldn’t be that bad.
A nod was all I gave him, “Yeah, it’s pretty popular. A lot of fans around where I live.”
“And where is that?”
He sure was curious. “West Chester, PA. Next to New York.”
“Okay, you continue and I’ll act like I know those places. Are they anything like here?”
“Uh not really. It snows, sure, but not constantly like here. I don’t know if I could deal with this all the time, cold and me don’t really mix.”
Ville reached out to take another sip of his new drink, moving the napkin the same way as before while setting it back down, “It’s not so bad.”
“Were you born here?” My turn to ask questions…decent ones.
He nodded as well, coughing a little after that drink, “This is my home, yes. Naturally I’m used to the cold.”
“How’d you learn to talk English so well?”
“Practice, a lot of it actually. My parents both speak very little, but I had to teach myself. It is not easy to learn. “
So…to him…I was the one who had an accent? Weird.
We sat in comfortable conversation for four hours after that, I kept my eye on the clock right above the wine bottles on the bar shelves, just to see how long I could keep him entertained. Longer than I had expected, I’d have to make a note of that in my phone…
Ville set down the seventh cup of his drink that he’d had that night and went to stand, excusing himself to use the restroom. I made him laugh with my story from earlier with the man and woman, but he wanted to go anyway. As soon as he went to go around my stool his foot hit the pieces of glass that no one had cleaned up from my shattered cup, and my arm shot out to wrap around his waist.
Adrenaline was running through my veins as I almost watched him hurt himself, and I didn’t even realize I caught him until he turned to face me.
“That wasn’t a good sign” he laughed, pulling the beanie back farther on his head to expose some brown curly hair. I smiled and pulled him back toward his seat.
“I’m not paying for any damn hospital bills, got it?” We both laughed again after that, and I stood up to stretch and grab my jacket that had fallen to the ground sometime while we were talking.
I turned, looking at the dark streets on the outside of the glass doors, past people walking in and out, surprised that there were still others in the bar like we were at this hour of the morning. Ape would be flipping shit if she was awake knowing I wasn’t home.
Coughing caught my attention as I moved to face Ville again, seeing him put one hand on his chest and do it harder.
“You alright…?” I asked, putting one hand on his shoulder.
He moved it away, smiling that usual breathtaking smile, and cleared his throat, “Just fine. The asthma sometimes gets to me. Not often though.”
“Uh-huh” was all I could say, pulling my pants up a little and heading for the entrance, waiting as he followed to hold the door open. Strangely I didn’t feel as insecure as when we first met, but it was still there. He wrapped the scarf more around his neck when we got outside, taking in a deep breath of cold air which brought on another coughing fit.
My eyebrow rose as he put one hand on his forehead, breathing heavy. “I don’t think you’re okay.”
Quickly I put one arm behind his back and under his right arm, putting the left one over my shoulder. It was his turn to give me a puzzled look.
“I’ll make sure you get home safe.”
He turned away from me then, moving his head to the side to take in deep breaths. It was only when I felt all his weight against my body did I start to worry, slowly setting him down on his butt on the snowy sidewalk.
“Hey” I almost yelled, shaking him, “You there Ville?”
I stood, brushing my hair back and nervously looking down one side of the street, then the other. “Fuck fuck fuck! How the hell am I supposed to know where you live?”
Leaning back down I put one arm around his back, the other under his knees, and lifted him up, keeping him close. He opened his eyes, breath coming out quickly, “Do you know where the tower is?”
The tower… “The only tower I know was one I saw for a few minutes in a tour earlier, Ville, I don’t know where that is!”
His eyes were closed again, head leaning against my shoulder, so I took the way I felt most comfortable - forward. We crossed the busy intersection, lights flashing every which way and making my confused head even more lost. This was Finland, for Fucks Sake. I didn’t even know my own block very well.
I turned, his legs dangling off my other arm, and scanned the dark sky until faintly I made out the shape of the ledge at the very top of the tower from earlier. Practically sprinting but being careful not to drop him I managed to make it there in about five minutes, staring up until my head was fully back at the massive structure. There was a cemented pathway leading up to the front door, surrounded by trees and fence.
Ville wasn’t responsive and I didn’t have a pair of keys, just perfect. I glanced around the ground, feeling nervous when no spare ones were to be found. Turning around so what we both faced the street I lifted my leg and slammed it back into the door knob and breaking it right off, door swinging open slightly. It was slightly warm inside the house but I couldn’t see anything in the pitch darkness.
Feeling around with my arm on the wall I managed to find the light switch, flicking it on to reveal the inside of the peculiar house. It was very spacious, despite the outward appearance, yet not many things were there. The exact opposite of mine.
I climbed the spiral staircase, counting each step as to not lose my balance, and checked each room until finding one with a large bed in the middle. A giant symbol was hanging above the bedpost on the wall, jutting out and glowing red. It was a heart inside of a circle, like a pentagram only…not.
As delicately as possible I set Ville on the cushiony mattress, laying him on his back, before sitting in a recliner chair next to the bedside table. A white tube sat there next to the lamp that had been left on, and I grabbed it, taking the cap off. Slowly I scooted the chair closer to the bed, holding the inhaler so that it went in his mouth a tiny bit, and pushed the button. It let out the noise telling me that the medication was on its way and I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. He’d be okay.
My eyes felt heavy as I sat there, watching the slow rise and fall of his chest. This all seemed surreal. What were the odds that we’d run into each other at the same bar, get to know one another so easily, and then I’d end up carrying him bridal style to his house only to break and enter then watch him sleep.
It was crazy…but, I didn’t mind. I was used to crazy. Crazy and chaotic was how I lived my life. I put my head on the chair, closing my eyes fully. It was warm, comfortable, and I felt drained. When I turned on my side to get deeper into the cushions my phone fell out of my pocket, landing on a rug on the floor, vibration turned silent by the soft material, and I had no idea what text I’d wake up to in the morning.