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Killing Loneliness
Okay, as promised, next chapter.
This is dedicated to silenceisacrime for betaing and to morphine300mg for her birthday, sorry it's late, luv.
parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, and 14
Bam was sitting barefoot and shirtless in the hotel breakfast room, sipping coffee and not eating the toast in front of him. He wasn’t hungry, though he hadn’t ever gotten to eat the night before, and he hadn’t yet summoned the energy to toss the toast out and go upstairs for a proper shower, rather than the quick wipe down with a washcloth he had given himself before coming to get coffee.
Truthfully, Bam didn’t have the energy to do anything. He hadn’t slept well the night before after Ville had gone and the thought of facing another day with the singer sapped his energy completely.
Bam was trying to push away the memories of the night before and all the thoughts that went with them when Ville entered the room.
Bam avoided looking at the other man, though he noticed that Ville was already showered and dressed and looked more together than Bam could even contemplate feeling.
Ville poured himself a cup of coffee and sat across the table from Bam.
Bam glanced over at Ville, then looked back down at his coffee mug.
“Bammie, I have to go to Finland for a few days. I know you have to get ready for the video so I’ll leave this afternoon and come back by the end of the week. That won’t spoil your plans, will it?”
Bam picked at his toast, unsure what he should say. Finally he just let his business persona take over. “No, we shouldn’t be ready to film for a couple of weeks. We haven’t decided on a concept though. For the video I mean.” Bam tucked his hair behind his ear and then went back to picking his toast up, his momentary lapse of calm fading. He never once looked up at Ville.
Ville set his coffee mug on the table and reached across, capturing both of Bam’s hands and holding them in his own. “Look at me, Bammie, please?”
Bam looked up without thinking, staring into Ville’s shockingly green eyes.
“Bammie, what’s wrong? Is it last night? Do you regret it? I know it’s the first time we haven’t been drunk but…”
“No!” Bam said sharply, looking away again. He did not want to talk about the night before; he was doing his best to avoid thinking about it though that was impossible. He knew if he talked to Ville he would tell the singer what he really wanted, what he knew he couldn’t have; a real relationship with all the commitments and special meanings. Bam jerked his hands away from Ville and stood up fast, knocking his chair over backwards. “I-I’ve got to go. I-” Bam turned and ran, bumping into the wall as he left the room and bruising his side. Bam managed to keep moving though, catching the elevator just before the doors shut. He pried them open and ducked inside, pushing the ‘Door close’ button until the doors slid shut, then leaned against the wall of the elevator, shaking.
“Bam, what’s going on?”
Bam turned his head, looking at the other passenger in the tiny car and realising abruptly that it was Migé.
“Uh, uh, nothing,” he lied, though he knew it didn’t fool the other man. Suddenly he wanted out of the elevator as much as he had wanted in. Bam leaned forward again and pushed the button for the next floor, though it wasn’t his. He could deal with that, could deal with taking the stairs, just so long as he didn’t have to deal with Migé. The car stopped with that familiar tug at his stomach and he stepped out, praying Migé wouldn’t follow him. The other man didn’t, seeming to take the hint, and Bam watched the doors close before heading for the staircase and trudging up the stairs to the next floor. He unlocked the door and went into the room, stripping off and getting into the shower, knowing that he needed to clean up before he headed to the offices to talk about the video.
Random Photo Post!!! I have nothing funny to title this one.
This is dedicated to silenceisacrime for betaing and to morphine300mg for her birthday, sorry it's late, luv.
parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, and 14
Bam was sitting barefoot and shirtless in the hotel breakfast room, sipping coffee and not eating the toast in front of him. He wasn’t hungry, though he hadn’t ever gotten to eat the night before, and he hadn’t yet summoned the energy to toss the toast out and go upstairs for a proper shower, rather than the quick wipe down with a washcloth he had given himself before coming to get coffee.
Truthfully, Bam didn’t have the energy to do anything. He hadn’t slept well the night before after Ville had gone and the thought of facing another day with the singer sapped his energy completely.
Bam was trying to push away the memories of the night before and all the thoughts that went with them when Ville entered the room.
Bam avoided looking at the other man, though he noticed that Ville was already showered and dressed and looked more together than Bam could even contemplate feeling.
Ville poured himself a cup of coffee and sat across the table from Bam.
Bam glanced over at Ville, then looked back down at his coffee mug.
“Bammie, I have to go to Finland for a few days. I know you have to get ready for the video so I’ll leave this afternoon and come back by the end of the week. That won’t spoil your plans, will it?”
Bam picked at his toast, unsure what he should say. Finally he just let his business persona take over. “No, we shouldn’t be ready to film for a couple of weeks. We haven’t decided on a concept though. For the video I mean.” Bam tucked his hair behind his ear and then went back to picking his toast up, his momentary lapse of calm fading. He never once looked up at Ville.
Ville set his coffee mug on the table and reached across, capturing both of Bam’s hands and holding them in his own. “Look at me, Bammie, please?”
Bam looked up without thinking, staring into Ville’s shockingly green eyes.
“Bammie, what’s wrong? Is it last night? Do you regret it? I know it’s the first time we haven’t been drunk but…”
“No!” Bam said sharply, looking away again. He did not want to talk about the night before; he was doing his best to avoid thinking about it though that was impossible. He knew if he talked to Ville he would tell the singer what he really wanted, what he knew he couldn’t have; a real relationship with all the commitments and special meanings. Bam jerked his hands away from Ville and stood up fast, knocking his chair over backwards. “I-I’ve got to go. I-” Bam turned and ran, bumping into the wall as he left the room and bruising his side. Bam managed to keep moving though, catching the elevator just before the doors shut. He pried them open and ducked inside, pushing the ‘Door close’ button until the doors slid shut, then leaned against the wall of the elevator, shaking.
“Bam, what’s going on?”
Bam turned his head, looking at the other passenger in the tiny car and realising abruptly that it was Migé.
“Uh, uh, nothing,” he lied, though he knew it didn’t fool the other man. Suddenly he wanted out of the elevator as much as he had wanted in. Bam leaned forward again and pushed the button for the next floor, though it wasn’t his. He could deal with that, could deal with taking the stairs, just so long as he didn’t have to deal with Migé. The car stopped with that familiar tug at his stomach and he stepped out, praying Migé wouldn’t follow him. The other man didn’t, seeming to take the hint, and Bam watched the doors close before heading for the staircase and trudging up the stairs to the next floor. He unlocked the door and went into the room, stripping off and getting into the shower, knowing that he needed to clean up before he headed to the offices to talk about the video.
Random Photo Post!!! I have nothing funny to title this one.
