Fiction: Dormitory Boys (Chapter 3)
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Title: Dormitory Boys
Author: breakmouth
Pairing: Vam, mostly. Who knows what could happen.
Rating: PG-13 to NC-17, depending on chapter.
Summary: At the Kiski Private Boys Boarding School, there's a new transfer student. When he shares a dorm room with Bam, however, anything could happen.
Notes: This is an on-going series. Updates will be whenever. No one is your beta this evening, because violetdollie is too drunk to fuction. This is an AU fic. I love me my highschool Vam.
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Two things occurred to Bam when he awoke. One was that the sun was much to bright, and didn’t need to be shining in his eyes. The other was that his boxers were plastered to his thighs with a sticky substance Bam only needed one look at to guess what it was. He groaned and rolled over, finally opening his eyes to look blearily at the alarm clock on his nightstand. The red numbers were taunting him, and it was when Bam caught sight of Ville’s empty, and made, bed that he realised he was extremely late for class.
Fuck.
He pulled the covers over his head, burying down into the pillows and staying like that for a good five minutes, until he realised he might need a crowbar to get his boxers off. Bam made a noise of disgust, rolling off the bed and onto the floor, quite happy to stay there for a few more minutes while he thought over why he’d had a wet dream. He hadn’t had one of those since he was twelve, and now, all of a sudden, they’d started again. Bam closed his eyes, snatching the last reminants of his dream and trying to recall what was so good about it.
Ville walked out of the showers in the locker room, towel wrapped around his waist and water dripping down his skin. He and Bam had just finished their selective athletic sports and were now changing for their regular classes. Ville smirked as he walked past Bam, his fingers brushing across Bam’s lower back, just above the waistband on his sweatpants. Bam shivered, and looked around the locker room, grinning when he saw that it was empty. He turned to Ville, who was bent over his bag. Bam’s fingers itched to tug off the towel, sink to his knees and suck Ville’s brains out through his dick.
Bam stepped close, tracing his hand down Ville’s spine, right down to the edge of the towel. Ville shivered, and turned, settling his hands on Bam’s hips. Bam smiled, and let Ville slowly back him up against the locker. He leant his weight against the cool metal, trailing his hands along Ville’s smooth chest. Ville smirked, leaning down to press his lips firmly against Bam’s…
Bam shook his head quickly, expelling the thought from his head before it caused him another unwanted erection. He peeled off his boxers, throwing them into a heap in the corner and went to grab a shower before class.
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Bam raced downstairs and along the corridor, clutching his bag to his side and trying to ignore the painful thumping of his laptop against his thigh. He slid to a halt outside the classroom door and pulled it open, causing the otherwise silent class to look up. Bam looked at the professor and coughed.
“Sorry I’m late, sir. I slept in.” Bam said in apology, hitching his bag up higher on his shoulder. Professor Monroe nodded, then indicated for him to take a seat. Bam walked around the tables until he reached the one empty chair next to Ville, setting down his bag and sitting. Bam pulled out his Geometry book in silence, setting up his workbook and pencils before leaning towards Ville slightly.
“Why didn’t you wake me?”
“You looked like you were having a good dream.” Ville said quietly, without looking up from his work. Bam flushed, cleared his throat and focused on his work.
His focus lasted about five minutes, before he was looking at Ville again.
“How’d you meet Lauri?” He asked, trying to make his voice sound casual, and not as if he desperately needed to know. Ville still didn’t look up.
“I told you, through my History class. He’s probably going to join the International club, too. Do your work, Bam.”
Bam tensed slightly, before breathing in deeply and scribbling on the side of his page, glancing up to make sure Professor Monroe wasn’t paying them any attention.
“You going to take him to the Snow Ball?” Bam asked quietly, holding his breath and not wanting to hear the answer. Ville looked up then; looking confused for a second, before snorting.
“Hell no.” He said, pulling a look of disgust. “Can you say ‘Clingwrap’? Ugh.”
He did an over-exaggerated shudder. Bam snickered, feeling overly smug, and a lot happier. Ville nudged him.
“What about you?” He asked softly, looking around the class. “Plenty of pretty boys here. There’s gotta be one you want.”
Bam refrained from telling Ville that he was sitting next to the boy he wanted. Instead, he just shook his head. Ville frowned, then quickly smiled again.
“We’ll find you a date, Bammie.” He grinned to himself then. “And maybe I can just snog that Milla chick, or something. I don’t know.”
Bam nodded, and pretended like Ville’s words didn’t affect them. He quickly went back to work, occasionally looking over at Ville’s paper to copy the answers. Ville looked at him once or twice but didn’t say anything, just smirked and went back to his Geometry problems. Bam looked up at the clock, watching the numbers slowly count down till the time class was over.
Ville shifted next to him, and Bam felt a thigh press against his own. He tried not to squeak, but couldn’t help the way his body tensed or the heat he felt spreading along his muscles to his groin. Ville, however, seemed blissfully unaware of this. Bam bit his lip, and distractedly wrote down an answer to the current problem on his paper.
“You got it wrong.” A voice breathed against his ear. Bam turned his head and found himself looking straight at Ville, whose face was only inches away from his own. Bam swallowed, and tried not to give in to the temptation to kiss his roommate. Ville’s eyes flicked down to his lips, then back up to his eyes, before he smiled, just slightly. Bam’s breath caught, and he leaned forward a fraction.
Yes, I know. Feedback is my drug.
Title: Dormitory Boys
Author: breakmouth
Pairing: Vam, mostly. Who knows what could happen.
Rating: PG-13 to NC-17, depending on chapter.
Summary: At the Kiski Private Boys Boarding School, there's a new transfer student. When he shares a dorm room with Bam, however, anything could happen.
Notes: This is an on-going series. Updates will be whenever. No one is your beta this evening, because violetdollie is too drunk to fuction. This is an AU fic. I love me my highschool Vam.
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Two things occurred to Bam when he awoke. One was that the sun was much to bright, and didn’t need to be shining in his eyes. The other was that his boxers were plastered to his thighs with a sticky substance Bam only needed one look at to guess what it was. He groaned and rolled over, finally opening his eyes to look blearily at the alarm clock on his nightstand. The red numbers were taunting him, and it was when Bam caught sight of Ville’s empty, and made, bed that he realised he was extremely late for class.
Fuck.
He pulled the covers over his head, burying down into the pillows and staying like that for a good five minutes, until he realised he might need a crowbar to get his boxers off. Bam made a noise of disgust, rolling off the bed and onto the floor, quite happy to stay there for a few more minutes while he thought over why he’d had a wet dream. He hadn’t had one of those since he was twelve, and now, all of a sudden, they’d started again. Bam closed his eyes, snatching the last reminants of his dream and trying to recall what was so good about it.
Ville walked out of the showers in the locker room, towel wrapped around his waist and water dripping down his skin. He and Bam had just finished their selective athletic sports and were now changing for their regular classes. Ville smirked as he walked past Bam, his fingers brushing across Bam’s lower back, just above the waistband on his sweatpants. Bam shivered, and looked around the locker room, grinning when he saw that it was empty. He turned to Ville, who was bent over his bag. Bam’s fingers itched to tug off the towel, sink to his knees and suck Ville’s brains out through his dick.
Bam stepped close, tracing his hand down Ville’s spine, right down to the edge of the towel. Ville shivered, and turned, settling his hands on Bam’s hips. Bam smiled, and let Ville slowly back him up against the locker. He leant his weight against the cool metal, trailing his hands along Ville’s smooth chest. Ville smirked, leaning down to press his lips firmly against Bam’s…
Bam shook his head quickly, expelling the thought from his head before it caused him another unwanted erection. He peeled off his boxers, throwing them into a heap in the corner and went to grab a shower before class.
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Bam raced downstairs and along the corridor, clutching his bag to his side and trying to ignore the painful thumping of his laptop against his thigh. He slid to a halt outside the classroom door and pulled it open, causing the otherwise silent class to look up. Bam looked at the professor and coughed.
“Sorry I’m late, sir. I slept in.” Bam said in apology, hitching his bag up higher on his shoulder. Professor Monroe nodded, then indicated for him to take a seat. Bam walked around the tables until he reached the one empty chair next to Ville, setting down his bag and sitting. Bam pulled out his Geometry book in silence, setting up his workbook and pencils before leaning towards Ville slightly.
“Why didn’t you wake me?”
“You looked like you were having a good dream.” Ville said quietly, without looking up from his work. Bam flushed, cleared his throat and focused on his work.
His focus lasted about five minutes, before he was looking at Ville again.
“How’d you meet Lauri?” He asked, trying to make his voice sound casual, and not as if he desperately needed to know. Ville still didn’t look up.
“I told you, through my History class. He’s probably going to join the International club, too. Do your work, Bam.”
Bam tensed slightly, before breathing in deeply and scribbling on the side of his page, glancing up to make sure Professor Monroe wasn’t paying them any attention.
“You going to take him to the Snow Ball?” Bam asked quietly, holding his breath and not wanting to hear the answer. Ville looked up then; looking confused for a second, before snorting.
“Hell no.” He said, pulling a look of disgust. “Can you say ‘Clingwrap’? Ugh.”
He did an over-exaggerated shudder. Bam snickered, feeling overly smug, and a lot happier. Ville nudged him.
“What about you?” He asked softly, looking around the class. “Plenty of pretty boys here. There’s gotta be one you want.”
Bam refrained from telling Ville that he was sitting next to the boy he wanted. Instead, he just shook his head. Ville frowned, then quickly smiled again.
“We’ll find you a date, Bammie.” He grinned to himself then. “And maybe I can just snog that Milla chick, or something. I don’t know.”
Bam nodded, and pretended like Ville’s words didn’t affect them. He quickly went back to work, occasionally looking over at Ville’s paper to copy the answers. Ville looked at him once or twice but didn’t say anything, just smirked and went back to his Geometry problems. Bam looked up at the clock, watching the numbers slowly count down till the time class was over.
Ville shifted next to him, and Bam felt a thigh press against his own. He tried not to squeak, but couldn’t help the way his body tensed or the heat he felt spreading along his muscles to his groin. Ville, however, seemed blissfully unaware of this. Bam bit his lip, and distractedly wrote down an answer to the current problem on his paper.
“You got it wrong.” A voice breathed against his ear. Bam turned his head and found himself looking straight at Ville, whose face was only inches away from his own. Bam swallowed, and tried not to give in to the temptation to kiss his roommate. Ville’s eyes flicked down to his lips, then back up to his eyes, before he smiled, just slightly. Bam’s breath caught, and he leaned forward a fraction.
Yes, I know. Feedback is my drug.