The Prettiest Thing
“We found him.”
Mige smiled. “Brilliant, baby. Found who?”
“A drummer. A drummer named Gas Lipstick. It goes with Zoltan Pluto, yeah?” Ville laughed. “And Lily Lazer and my darling Mige Amour.”
“We just need a name for you.”
“You don’t think Ville Valo is flashy enough?”
Pausing to think about that, Mige chuckled. “You’ve got a point there. Rolls off the tongue.”
“I’d like to roll you on my tongue,” Ville purred, smiling wide as Mige groaned softly. “One more week. God, I cannot wait.” He lay back on his bed, idly toying with the phone cord. “It’s been, what?”
“Almost six weeks.” Mige sighed softly. “Way too long.” His tone turned playful. “You do realize after this, I’m never ever letting you go, right?”
Ville laughed in delight. “Sounds good to me.” He lit a cigarette, pulling the ashtray onto his flat stomach. “I love to see you in your uniform. You look so bloody sexy.”
They talked a while longer before Mige looked up to see two other boys looking at him pointedly. “I’ve got to give up the phone, baby. I’ll see you in a week, yeah?”
“I’ll be at the train station.” Ville sighed as he hung up, not wanting to let his boyfriend go. He picked up the phone again and dialed quickly. “Linsi, I need to get drunk. Are you coming over or am I doing it alone?”
Linde chuckled. “Just got off the phone with Mige? I’ll be over in twenty.”
Hanging up again, Ville got up, spilling the ashtray all over his bed. Brushing the ashes onto the floor, he headed into the kitchen to start pre-gaming. He was working on a good buzz by the time Linde knocked at the door. “Lily!” he cried, flinging the door open.
Grinning, Linde accepted a hug and a slightly sloppy kiss on the cheek. “Hey, Rakohammas!” He laughed as his friend swatted at him and missed completely. “So what time is he coming home?”
“Saturday, at two oh five,” Ville replied promptly. “Come on, Lin, I want to be drunk. Er. It’s the only way to make the week go by faster.” He dropped onto the floor, browsing through movies. “Want to watch something?”
Linde shrugged, getting himself a beer. “If you want.” He returned with a bottle of Jack as well. “Shot?” Laughing at Ville’s eager nod, he took a slug and handed the bottle over before lighting a cigarette. “Gas is working out nicely.”
Ville nodded. “Fuckin a right, he is.” He grinned, taking a long swallow of whiskey. Sitting down beside his other best friend, he cuddled into Linde’s side. “I love you, you know.”
“Are you bezzering already? Jesus.” Linde laughed softly, patting Ville’s head when he pouted. “Love you, as well, Viltsu. I’ll even take you to the train station on Saturday. And drop the two of you here, then bugger off.”
“Cos we’re going to fuck each other senseless,” Ville murmured. He slapped a hand over his mouth, giggling like a schoolboy. “Sorry…”
“Eh, I’m used to it, you perv.” Linde slung a companionable arm round the other boy, letting him snuggle in close. He reached over for the remote to the stereo, turning it on and letting the Rolling Stones blast through the flat.
“What are you looking for, Ville? The train isn’t due for another ten minutes.” Linde gave an amused looked to his friend, who was currently on tip tow, peering down the tracks.
Smiling wide, Ville shrugged, pushing shoulder length curls out of his eyes. “I was hoping it might be early.” He shrugged, unabashed, as he was gently laughed at. “It’s been eight months, Linsi! Two hundred and forty days. That’s… five thousand, seven hundred and sixty hours-
Linde held up his hands, laughing. “Okay, okay! Please don’t continue.” He lit two cigarettes, holding one out to Ville. “Do you think we’ll get called up? They’ve been pushing conscription hard.”
“They won’t call me. I tried to sign up just after Mizee left.” Ville took a deep drag. “Just as well; I don’t really fancy getting up at five in the morning.”
“Yeah, you’re more comfortable going to bed then,” Linde chuckled. He unconsciously took a step closer to Ville as the platform began filling up. “You’re lucky you’re so delicate,” he teased, earning a punch in the arm.
“You’e an ass,” Ville muttered. He heard the train whistled and clutched at Linde’s arm in excitement. “Here he comes!” Watching the train roll in at an excruciatingly slow pace, he pitched his cigarette aside.
Mige walked off the train, duffle bag slung over his shoulder. He scanned the platform, easily spotting Ville’s tall form and Linde’s blonde mane. With a grin, he made his way toward them. “Oi!”
“Mizee!” Ville rushed forward, flinging himself into Mige’s arms. He was crushed into a strong bear hug, face mashed against Mige’s neck.
Uncaring of the crowd, Mive pulled back just enough to find Ville’s lips and kiss him softly. “I missed you, baby.” After another kiss, he extracted himself from Ville’s tight grasp to pull Linde into a hug. “Hey, Lindstrom.”
Grinning, Linde clapped him on the back. “You clean up pretty good, Paananen.” He stepped back to allow Ville space to wrap an arm round Mige’s waist. “There uniform suits you.”
“Yes, it does,” Ville murmured, running his eyes over Mige’s muscled form. “Later you can show me how well you learned to take orders.” He smiled as they headed for the street. “Up for a few drinks as a civilian, then?”
“You mean after eight whole months, you aren’t dragging me straight to bed?” Mige pouted, storm gray eyes sparkling. “Have I lost my touch?”
“Of course not,” Ville scoffed, climbing into Linde’s car. “But we shouldn’t be rude to out darling Lily.”
Linde snorted, taking a wide turn. “If you two are going to be climbing each other like trees in the pub, I’d just as well-“
“No,” Ville interrupted. “Drinks first.” Once inside the pub, he paid for the first round.
Mige frowned at him, knowing he basically lives on an allowance from his parents. “Why have you got money? Have you been eating, Ville? You’re all skin and bones…”
Ignoring him, Ville held up his pint of Stella. “To the sexiest serviceman I know.” He smiled and took a sip before leaning over to kiss Mige quickly. “Welcome home, sweetheart.”