fiction!
yipee! I finally post it.
Name: Join Me In PANTS
Rating: Dunno, around pg-15
Pairing: vam
Summary: read it!
Name: Join Me In PANTS
Author: deathhairbrush
Rating: I dunno, 'round PG15
Summary: Ville's on a sugar high. Poor Bam...
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Prologue - Wicked PANTS
Bam Margera, skateboarder/idiot/Sex On Wheels (according to Ville) was bored. It was surprisingly early, around 10 am, and Ville was still snoozing in their bed upstairs after a long night of, um...'agreeing' with each other. Then he had a plan...
"I'm a genius...I shall put sugar in Ville's morning coffee..." He rose from his supine position on the couch and wandered into the kitchen. Finding the sugar and the coffee, he placed them on the counter and snuck upstairs to their bedroom, where Ville was asleep.
"Hey...Ville. Wake up." Bam shook the hot piece of ass laying there. Ville opened one eye, mumbled something, and buried his head under the pillows.
"I said wake up.." Bam gently tugged at a lock of his exposed hair. "Come on, baby. I'm making breakfast for you." With that, Ville shot up and exclaimed, "You? Making breakfast? I need to get down there so you don't burn the house down..."
Bam pouted, stared at Ville's light purple pajamas ("Shut up, I had to steal them from YOU because I don't have any....it was cold...") and led him downstairs.
"Now just sit there. Don't look at me..." Bam proceeded to make the coffee, pouring the sugar in, and turned around to the table, where Ville had apparently gone upstairs to dress and had gotten back to the table. He was now sleeping there, with his thin arms supporting his head.
The skater sighed and poked his lover. "Wake up. Wakeupwakeupwakeupppp." Poking Ville repeatedly, he continued doing this until the brunette smacked his hand.
"Stop it, it's too early..."
"It's ten thirty." Bam stated drly.
"I don't care." Ville whined but happily accepted the coffee and took a sip. Glancing suspiciously up at Bam, who had an innocent 'I-didn't-do-anything' look on his face, he shrugged and downed the rest of the beverage.
Bam stood there. Ville sat there. Bam smiled. "Well?"
Ville sat there for a second, then started giggling like a schoolgirl. "Hehehehe..." He stood up and tackled Bam, then got off and ran off laughing.
"Oh dear Lord..." Bam muttered, then thought, "What have I done?" He started chasing after Ville, who was on the roof...
Ville looked at him and cracked up. "How nice of you to join me!! Look, I can fly!" He made to jump off the roof, but Bam grabbed his arm.
"Don't jump off the roof!!" Bam screamed, panicked.
The rockstar pouted and said something to him in Finnish. He wrestled out of Bam's grasp and leaped off anyway.
"AHHHH! NO! VILLE!!!" Bam screeched as Ville went "wheeee" as he 'flew'.
He landed in a bush. Rubbing his head, Ville stood up and squealed. "THAT WAS SO COOL!"
Then the poor dear felt a sharp pain. So he started shaking wildly, dancing suggestively. "Gotta shake it off, gotta shake it off, shake it off..." Ville danced into the house, where the unfortunate Bam was sitting at the table, muttering to himself.
"HELLO BAMMY!!" Ville launched himself on Bam, who screamed.
"Geroff me!" The skater screeched and wiggled under Ville who had his lanky arms wrapped around Bam's neck for dear life. "I can't BREATHE, Ville!!"
Ville giggled maniacally, grinning widely. "Sooooo? People don't need to breathe! Oh look Bammy you're turning blue!"...
Bam somehow managed to get out from under Ville, tie him to a chair, and put him in a quiet room. But when he went back in, the crazed Finnish man was gone.
"Oh HELL no..."
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Oh my. What will happen next?
Comments = love
Love = inspiration
I know it was short. I'm sorry.
oh boy...let's hope this works!!
Name: Join Me In PANTS
Rating: Dunno, around pg-15
Pairing: vam
Summary: read it!
Name: Join Me In PANTS
Author: deathhairbrush
Rating: I dunno, 'round PG15
Summary: Ville's on a sugar high. Poor Bam...
~
Prologue - Wicked PANTS
Bam Margera, skateboarder/idiot/Sex On Wheels (according to Ville) was bored. It was surprisingly early, around 10 am, and Ville was still snoozing in their bed upstairs after a long night of, um...'agreeing' with each other. Then he had a plan...
"I'm a genius...I shall put sugar in Ville's morning coffee..." He rose from his supine position on the couch and wandered into the kitchen. Finding the sugar and the coffee, he placed them on the counter and snuck upstairs to their bedroom, where Ville was asleep.
"Hey...Ville. Wake up." Bam shook the hot piece of ass laying there. Ville opened one eye, mumbled something, and buried his head under the pillows.
"I said wake up.." Bam gently tugged at a lock of his exposed hair. "Come on, baby. I'm making breakfast for you." With that, Ville shot up and exclaimed, "You? Making breakfast? I need to get down there so you don't burn the house down..."
Bam pouted, stared at Ville's light purple pajamas ("Shut up, I had to steal them from YOU because I don't have any....it was cold...") and led him downstairs.
"Now just sit there. Don't look at me..." Bam proceeded to make the coffee, pouring the sugar in, and turned around to the table, where Ville had apparently gone upstairs to dress and had gotten back to the table. He was now sleeping there, with his thin arms supporting his head.
The skater sighed and poked his lover. "Wake up. Wakeupwakeupwakeupppp." Poking Ville repeatedly, he continued doing this until the brunette smacked his hand.
"Stop it, it's too early..."
"It's ten thirty." Bam stated drly.
"I don't care." Ville whined but happily accepted the coffee and took a sip. Glancing suspiciously up at Bam, who had an innocent 'I-didn't-do-anything' look on his face, he shrugged and downed the rest of the beverage.
Bam stood there. Ville sat there. Bam smiled. "Well?"
Ville sat there for a second, then started giggling like a schoolgirl. "Hehehehe..." He stood up and tackled Bam, then got off and ran off laughing.
"Oh dear Lord..." Bam muttered, then thought, "What have I done?" He started chasing after Ville, who was on the roof...
Ville looked at him and cracked up. "How nice of you to join me!! Look, I can fly!" He made to jump off the roof, but Bam grabbed his arm.
"Don't jump off the roof!!" Bam screamed, panicked.
The rockstar pouted and said something to him in Finnish. He wrestled out of Bam's grasp and leaped off anyway.
"AHHHH! NO! VILLE!!!" Bam screeched as Ville went "wheeee" as he 'flew'.
He landed in a bush. Rubbing his head, Ville stood up and squealed. "THAT WAS SO COOL!"
Then the poor dear felt a sharp pain. So he started shaking wildly, dancing suggestively. "Gotta shake it off, gotta shake it off, shake it off..." Ville danced into the house, where the unfortunate Bam was sitting at the table, muttering to himself.
"HELLO BAMMY!!" Ville launched himself on Bam, who screamed.
"Geroff me!" The skater screeched and wiggled under Ville who had his lanky arms wrapped around Bam's neck for dear life. "I can't BREATHE, Ville!!"
Ville giggled maniacally, grinning widely. "Sooooo? People don't need to breathe! Oh look Bammy you're turning blue!"...
Bam somehow managed to get out from under Ville, tie him to a chair, and put him in a quiet room. But when he went back in, the crazed Finnish man was gone.
"Oh HELL no..."
---
Oh my. What will happen next?
Comments = love
Love = inspiration
I know it was short. I'm sorry.
oh boy...let's hope this works!!