Fiction: Dormitory Boys (Chapter 6)
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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 llama this evening, because violetdollie had turned into a teapot. This is an AU fic. I love me my highschool Vam.
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Ville’s slight frame was resting against his, his hand stroking gently across Bam’s side, His touch was soft and careful, but the feel of his fingertips burnt into Bam’s skin. It was such a contrast between the ferocity of their kiss. Their lips met crushingly, tongues entwining and their bodies pressing firmly together. Bam tangled a hand in Ville’s hair, and felt Ville’s thigh pressing between both of his own. He felt the small pain as Ville’s short fingernails dug into the skin at his hips. He stifled a soft moan, and Ville pulled back sharply, eyes shaining as he stared at Bam.
Bam swallowed.
“Happy?” Ville said, a hint of coarseness to his voice. He licked his lips, and Bam swallowed down some air. He was overly glad that the wall was supporting him, or else he’d be slumped on the ground. Villed pulled back, and Bam tried not to groan in disappointment.
“Now go to bed, Bam.” Ville said again, the words barely registering in Bam’s brain. Bam shivered, and watched carefully as Ville stripped down to his boxers. It was so tempting to take those few steps forward and to finish what they had started. He could still feel the burning warmth of Ville’s lips. But Bam couldn’t move, no matter how hard he tried, his feet wouldn’t follow his brain’s idea. Only when Ville flicked off the light, plunging the room into darkness, did Bam dare to breathe. What did this mean? Was that kiss just to spite him, or did Ville actually mean it?
It certainly felt like he meant it. Boys don’t tend to kiss other boys like that unless they meant it. But you never really knew with Ville.
Bam numbly tugged off his pants, leaving them in a heap on the floor. He blindly felt his way to his bed and crawled under the covers. Bam lay in silence, his breathing practically roaring in his ears. He swallowed again, and then listened. Ville’s breath was light and quick, meaning he wasn’t yet asleep.
“G’night, Ville.” Bam said softly, before tugging the covers up and closing his eyes against the dark of the room.
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Bam was bored. He was usually bored during Geometry, but now he was bored. Especially since Ville decided to sit over the other side of the room this lesson. In fact, Ville hadn’t said a word to him all day. Hell, Ville hadn’t even looked at him, sans a slight glance when Bam had asked what the fuck his problem was at breakfast. But Bam didn’t need an answer to that; he knew Ville was doing his “never happened” trick with the kiss they had shared the night before. Just in the process, Ville was also ignoring Bam completely.
And now Bam was bored. He couldn’t concentrate on his work. It was a jumble of numbers in pretty patterns. He didn’t understand shit without Ville explaining it.
Bam glared at Ville’s back.
What the fuck was his problem?
Bam continued his internal monologue, occasionally looking up to shoot glares at Ville’s back. He saw Ville hunch over for a second, as if focusing on something in his lap. Bam rolled his eyes. He was probably sending a text message to his beloved Lauri.
Bam’s phone vibrated in his pocket, signally the arrival of a text message. Bam stared at Ville for a second, watching his roommate straighten up and go back to his Geometry work. Bam glanced briefly at Professor Monroe, who was busy with his laptop, and discreetly pulled out his phone.
One message, the sender an unknown number. Bam thumbed the keypad, and then paused. ‘You taste better then I thought you would.’
What was that meant to mean? He glanced up at Ville’s back, and replied. ‘You’ve thought about it?’
He waited patiently, before grinning with an odd thrill when his phone hummed gently with a new message.
‘Every time I see you.’
Bam looked from his phone to Ville. His roommate seemed completely engrossed in the work. Maybe it wasn’t Ville?
That was stupid. Ville was the only person who had kissed him recently. Unless it was someone like Jenn, which was just weird. Bam shook his head; it had to be Ville. Again, he quickly replied. ‘Why haven’t you tried before?’
It was an innocent enough question. If Ville did think about kissing him every time they met, then why hadn’t he before? Bam barely noticed the movement of his phone. He double-checked the Professor’s involvement with the class and looked at the message.
‘You always find a way to avoid it.’
Bam didn’t quite know what to reply to that. He glanced up, and saw Ville sending another message. Bam looked at his phone. It vibrated. He cautiously checked the message.
‘I want another taste. Just to be sure’
Bam couldn’t help his grin. He tucked his phone away as the bell rang, and then packed up his books. Bam slung his bag over his shoulder, and looked up. Ville was gone. Bam made a noise of frustration and left the class, walking slowly along the corridor towards his next class. He was just confused, now.
As he walked past the second floor toilets, someone grabbed him, hauling him into the bathroom.
Yes, it's short. Deal. Short means better.
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 llama this evening, because violetdollie had turned into a teapot. This is an AU fic. I love me my highschool Vam.
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Ville’s slight frame was resting against his, his hand stroking gently across Bam’s side, His touch was soft and careful, but the feel of his fingertips burnt into Bam’s skin. It was such a contrast between the ferocity of their kiss. Their lips met crushingly, tongues entwining and their bodies pressing firmly together. Bam tangled a hand in Ville’s hair, and felt Ville’s thigh pressing between both of his own. He felt the small pain as Ville’s short fingernails dug into the skin at his hips. He stifled a soft moan, and Ville pulled back sharply, eyes shaining as he stared at Bam.
Bam swallowed.
“Happy?” Ville said, a hint of coarseness to his voice. He licked his lips, and Bam swallowed down some air. He was overly glad that the wall was supporting him, or else he’d be slumped on the ground. Villed pulled back, and Bam tried not to groan in disappointment.
“Now go to bed, Bam.” Ville said again, the words barely registering in Bam’s brain. Bam shivered, and watched carefully as Ville stripped down to his boxers. It was so tempting to take those few steps forward and to finish what they had started. He could still feel the burning warmth of Ville’s lips. But Bam couldn’t move, no matter how hard he tried, his feet wouldn’t follow his brain’s idea. Only when Ville flicked off the light, plunging the room into darkness, did Bam dare to breathe. What did this mean? Was that kiss just to spite him, or did Ville actually mean it?
It certainly felt like he meant it. Boys don’t tend to kiss other boys like that unless they meant it. But you never really knew with Ville.
Bam numbly tugged off his pants, leaving them in a heap on the floor. He blindly felt his way to his bed and crawled under the covers. Bam lay in silence, his breathing practically roaring in his ears. He swallowed again, and then listened. Ville’s breath was light and quick, meaning he wasn’t yet asleep.
“G’night, Ville.” Bam said softly, before tugging the covers up and closing his eyes against the dark of the room.
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Bam was bored. He was usually bored during Geometry, but now he was bored. Especially since Ville decided to sit over the other side of the room this lesson. In fact, Ville hadn’t said a word to him all day. Hell, Ville hadn’t even looked at him, sans a slight glance when Bam had asked what the fuck his problem was at breakfast. But Bam didn’t need an answer to that; he knew Ville was doing his “never happened” trick with the kiss they had shared the night before. Just in the process, Ville was also ignoring Bam completely.
And now Bam was bored. He couldn’t concentrate on his work. It was a jumble of numbers in pretty patterns. He didn’t understand shit without Ville explaining it.
Bam glared at Ville’s back.
What the fuck was his problem?
Bam continued his internal monologue, occasionally looking up to shoot glares at Ville’s back. He saw Ville hunch over for a second, as if focusing on something in his lap. Bam rolled his eyes. He was probably sending a text message to his beloved Lauri.
Bam’s phone vibrated in his pocket, signally the arrival of a text message. Bam stared at Ville for a second, watching his roommate straighten up and go back to his Geometry work. Bam glanced briefly at Professor Monroe, who was busy with his laptop, and discreetly pulled out his phone.
One message, the sender an unknown number. Bam thumbed the keypad, and then paused. ‘You taste better then I thought you would.’
What was that meant to mean? He glanced up at Ville’s back, and replied. ‘You’ve thought about it?’
He waited patiently, before grinning with an odd thrill when his phone hummed gently with a new message.
‘Every time I see you.’
Bam looked from his phone to Ville. His roommate seemed completely engrossed in the work. Maybe it wasn’t Ville?
That was stupid. Ville was the only person who had kissed him recently. Unless it was someone like Jenn, which was just weird. Bam shook his head; it had to be Ville. Again, he quickly replied. ‘Why haven’t you tried before?’
It was an innocent enough question. If Ville did think about kissing him every time they met, then why hadn’t he before? Bam barely noticed the movement of his phone. He double-checked the Professor’s involvement with the class and looked at the message.
‘You always find a way to avoid it.’
Bam didn’t quite know what to reply to that. He glanced up, and saw Ville sending another message. Bam looked at his phone. It vibrated. He cautiously checked the message.
‘I want another taste. Just to be sure’
Bam couldn’t help his grin. He tucked his phone away as the bell rang, and then packed up his books. Bam slung his bag over his shoulder, and looked up. Ville was gone. Bam made a noise of frustration and left the class, walking slowly along the corridor towards his next class. He was just confused, now.
As he walked past the second floor toilets, someone grabbed him, hauling him into the bathroom.
Yes, it's short. Deal. Short means better.