The Prettiest Thing
Ville slouched against the wall, smoking and sulking. “I hardly even remember talking to him. It’s not fair.” He took a long, irritated drag. “And where the fuck are Patka and keyboard boy?”
As he spoke, the door burst open and Patka walked in, heeled by a young brunette boy with dark chocolate eyes. The boy nodded to Linde and glanced over at Ville in surprise. “You didn’t say there was a hot girl fronting.”
Linde snickered as Ville gave the boy an evil look. “I’m Linde, and he’s Ville. Don’t mind him; he hears it all the time is all.”
Dark eyes widening as Patka laughed, the boy looked honestly surprised. “You’re a bloke? Fuck, I’m sorry, mate.” He stepped forward and held out a hand. “Jussi-Miko. Juska.”
Ville just eyed the offered hand for a moment before turning to Patka. “You’re late. Let’s get started.” He started switching on equipment, taking his place before the microphone.
“Isn’t there a bass player?” Juska asked innocently.
Trying not to growl at the boy, Ville gritted his teeth. “We’ve got one, the best. He’s away for conscription. Do you know any songs?”
“Some. Wicked Game, I know.” Juska blushed a bit. “And I know most of For You.”
“Bully for you. Wicked Game. Do it.” Ville turned away and focused on the wall in front of him. He tried to let the music calm him; it wasn’t Juska’s fault Mige was so far away. Taking a deep breath, he started singing.
“Hullo?”
“How are you, babe?” Mige grinned at Ville’s excited squeal. “That good, huh?”
“Mizee! I love you, I miss you, god I need you.” Ville sighed, sinking down to his bed. “So, how is it? Is it just awful?”
Mige shrugged, aware his lover couldn’t see him. He leaned against the wall, smoking a cigarette. “It’s alright. It’s worse than being home with you, but it’s better than, say, a poke in the eye.”
“How much better?”
“I miss you, Ville.”
Smiling a little, Ville curled the cord of the phone round one finger. “Patka found us a keyboard player. His name is Juska. Mimi, he’s adorable. He’ll have the little girls drooling all over him.”
Raising a brow as his boyfriend gushed, Mige grew stiff. “And you?”
“Not me. I’ve got a lovely, gorgeous, sexy boyfriend coming home to me in another six months.”
“Good. Well, can he play then?”
“He’s good. Sort of.. sensitive though.” Ville lit his own cigarette. “You’ll like him, I think. He’s got a lovely wicked sense of humor. Linde talks to him.”
“Well, if he’s got Lin’s seal of approval…” Mige laughed softly, just listening to Ville breathe for a few moments. “I love you a lot, you know. There’s a visiting day in two weeks. Can you come?”
Ville grinned. “I’ll be there. The train goes right to the base, yeah?”
“Yeah. I’ll give you the time frame later on this week.” Mige sighed softly, seeing Tommi gesturing to him wildly. “I need to go, baby. Sarge is making rounds.”
“Okay,” Ville murmured, trying not to sound too disappointed and failing miserably. “Well, I’ll see you in two weeks, then.” He brightened a bit. “I’ll see my Mimi in two weeks.”
“And I’ll snog my baby senseless.” Mige chuckled at Ville’s enthusiastic response. “Talk to you soon, honey.”
“Not soon enough,” Ville responded, finishing the short ritual they had started.