Forbidden Love - Ch.12
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Title: Forbidden Love
Pairing: Vam
Summary: Bam, a college student, makes a bad first impression and tries to correct his wrong doings. While at the same time finds mixed feelings for a new comer at the college. However, these feelings aren't allowed.
Disclaimer: Don't own, just the ideas. Never happened.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
“Also, if I win. I get another kiss from you.” The words echoed through his head, making him look up from racking the pool balls onto the billiard table. His eyes finally landed on Bam, who was now looking through the pool sticks to see which one he wanted to use. Quickly shaking those words out of his head, or at least trying too, he came to the conclusion that he’d play along. “Deal.” he finally managed to get out as he watched Bam pick out a stick and step next to the table. This wouldn’t be the first time Ville played pool, but it was the first time playing against Bam. “Heads or tails?” Ville questioned while reaching into his pant pocket.
Bam thought for a second. “Tails.” he answered.
Ville nodded his head as he leaned over the table slightly before flicking the coin into the air. He pulled his hand back and let the coin fall onto the felt. Both leaned forward a bit to see the results. Tails. “You pick.” Ville replied as he stepped up to the rack that held the pool sticks.
“I’ll break.” Bam responded as he grabbed the cue ball and walked to the front of the ball. Placing the white ball onto the table, he aimed up his shot before hitting the ball. A cracking sound was heard as the cue ball hit the other fifteen balls, making them spread out over the table.
As the game went on, neither really said a word to one another. The concentration put towards the game was unbreakable. Both wanted to win for their own reasons. Bam had taken solids, leaving Ville with the striped ones. Before they knew it, minus the eight ball, Bam only had one left and Ville had three. It was now Ville’s turn. Bam had been better then he thought he would be.
Trying to relax a little bit, Ville started his turn. Scanning for a shot, he was able to line up the 10 and 15 balls for a combo shot. Watching the 15 roll into the side pocket, he had a leave on the 10 ball. Softly hitting it into the bottom left corner pocket, he scanned the table for his last ball. The 13 ball. All he had to do was knock the 13 ball in and get a leave for the 8 ball, then he would win the game and their bet. Deciding to put the 13 ball into the top right corner, he used a little english and draw hoping for the best. To his surprise, he got what he wanted and was left with a perfect leave on the 8 ball. He then heard mumbling coming from behind him and knew it was coming from Bam, which made him smirk at his behavior. “8 ball, side pocket.” Ville called as he shot the ball. He waited for the black ball to fall into the pocket before turning around to face Bam, smirk still on his face from winning.
“Luck.” Bam mumbled as he drank the last of his beer.
“You ready to show up to all of my classes, Bam?” Ville smirked, using Brandon’s nickname like he had asked too, even though he had lost his end of the deal. He heard Bam mumble again and he couldn’t stop the smile from crawling onto his lips. “Truce?” he then questioned softly, holding out his right hand.
Bam had stared at the foreign hand for a few seconds. With a gentle sigh, he slipped his right hand into Ville’s right hand. “Truce.” Bam replied in defeat as the two shook hands.
“Up for another round?” Ville asked, changing the subject, as he motioned back to the pool table.
A smile crawled on Bam’s lips as he slowly began to relax around Ville. “For shits and giggles?” he asked carefully, hoping for no more bets. He didn’t want to lose again. Ville only nodded his head ‘yes’ in reply. “Sure. I’m game.” Bam finally answered before motioning to his beer. “I’m out. You want another one as well?”
That was how the rest of the night went between the two of them. Although Bam was still somewhat upset for losing his end of the deal, it didn’t stop the two from forming a slight friendship. Finally, the two of them found themselves stepping out of the building, getting ready to call it a night.
“By the end of the day, my friend left with a broken wrist.” Bam laughed as the two of them stepped onto the sidewalk. Darkness quickly claimed both of their bodies as they stepped further from the lights of the club/bar. Out of the corner of his eye, Ville watched the brunette continue to laugh at his story he had been telling him. It involved Bam, his friends and numerous pranks/stunts. After he put all of the pieces together, he too was laughing along with the younger man.
“And this is a daily thing between you and your friends?” Ville questioned carefully as he still chuckled softly.
Bam shrugged his shoulders at Ville’s question, his laughter dying down some. “It helps with my Filming major. Good practice and all.” Bam answered as he looked out in front of them as he heard familiar voices heading in their direction.
Ville had kept his eyes on the sidewalk as the two of them continued towards their cars. He really could not remember how many beers he had finished off, but he knew of the buzz it was giving him. He was about to say something to Bam about his Filming major but a hard yank at his left arm stopped him. As he was being pulled by his left arm, he instantly stumbled over his own feet. Closing his eyes, he grunted softly as he was thrown back first into a hard structure. Opening his eyes slowly, he came to realize that he was within a dark alley and weight was being pushed up against his front side. Cerulean blue eyes immediately met his emerald green ones. “Bam, what-?” his question was cut short as Bam’s right hand covered his mouth.
“Shh.” Bam whispered as he looked over his left shoulder.
Ville darted his eyes to his right to see a small group of guys stepping pass the dark alley they were within. Once the guys had passed the alley, Ville verted his gaze back to Bam’s face. Even though it was a dark alley, he could still make out some of his features. A few more seconds of silence passed between the two of them before Bam slowly removed himself from Ville’s body. He heard Bam mumble out an apology as he pushed himself away, still standing a foot away. “Mind telling me what that was about?” Ville questioned softly, still leaning against the brick wall.
“Let’s just say I’m not friends with everyone.” Bam answered in reply as he looked down at his feet.
Ville felt a tug at his heart at the scene in front of him. He knew he couldn’t explain it, but it was there. Before his mind could react along with his body, he had quickly reached out his right hand and gently placed it onto Bam’s neck. With a quick tug at Bam’s body, it instantly fell against his own and his lips were covering Bam’s. Running his tongue along Bam’s bottom lip, he begged for entrance. A request that was quickly answered.
Ville knew he shouldn’t have been doing this. It was his student for pete’s sake, but at this moment in time he could care less. It was wrong, but it felt so right to him.
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And there you have it *points above* Whatcha think? Love? Like? Hate? Boring? I wasn't really sure how I wanted the deal to go, so I made both win in the end. Feedback is Always loved! Please leave some! *smiles* Until Next Time! *HUGS!!*
~Nikki
Miss me? LoL! I'm really loving the response I am getting towards this story!! *blushes* I'm glad you're enjoying it! It makes me want to always update just for you guys. ANYWHATWHO! A new chapter for you all! Read and Enjoy! *smiles* Previous Chapter Links inside as well.
Title: Forbidden Love
Pairing: Vam
Summary: Bam, a college student, makes a bad first impression and tries to correct his wrong doings. While at the same time finds mixed feelings for a new comer at the college. However, these feelings aren't allowed.
Disclaimer: Don't own, just the ideas. Never happened.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
“Also, if I win. I get another kiss from you.” The words echoed through his head, making him look up from racking the pool balls onto the billiard table. His eyes finally landed on Bam, who was now looking through the pool sticks to see which one he wanted to use. Quickly shaking those words out of his head, or at least trying too, he came to the conclusion that he’d play along. “Deal.” he finally managed to get out as he watched Bam pick out a stick and step next to the table. This wouldn’t be the first time Ville played pool, but it was the first time playing against Bam. “Heads or tails?” Ville questioned while reaching into his pant pocket.
Bam thought for a second. “Tails.” he answered.
Ville nodded his head as he leaned over the table slightly before flicking the coin into the air. He pulled his hand back and let the coin fall onto the felt. Both leaned forward a bit to see the results. Tails. “You pick.” Ville replied as he stepped up to the rack that held the pool sticks.
“I’ll break.” Bam responded as he grabbed the cue ball and walked to the front of the ball. Placing the white ball onto the table, he aimed up his shot before hitting the ball. A cracking sound was heard as the cue ball hit the other fifteen balls, making them spread out over the table.
As the game went on, neither really said a word to one another. The concentration put towards the game was unbreakable. Both wanted to win for their own reasons. Bam had taken solids, leaving Ville with the striped ones. Before they knew it, minus the eight ball, Bam only had one left and Ville had three. It was now Ville’s turn. Bam had been better then he thought he would be.
Trying to relax a little bit, Ville started his turn. Scanning for a shot, he was able to line up the 10 and 15 balls for a combo shot. Watching the 15 roll into the side pocket, he had a leave on the 10 ball. Softly hitting it into the bottom left corner pocket, he scanned the table for his last ball. The 13 ball. All he had to do was knock the 13 ball in and get a leave for the 8 ball, then he would win the game and their bet. Deciding to put the 13 ball into the top right corner, he used a little english and draw hoping for the best. To his surprise, he got what he wanted and was left with a perfect leave on the 8 ball. He then heard mumbling coming from behind him and knew it was coming from Bam, which made him smirk at his behavior. “8 ball, side pocket.” Ville called as he shot the ball. He waited for the black ball to fall into the pocket before turning around to face Bam, smirk still on his face from winning.
“Luck.” Bam mumbled as he drank the last of his beer.
“You ready to show up to all of my classes, Bam?” Ville smirked, using Brandon’s nickname like he had asked too, even though he had lost his end of the deal. He heard Bam mumble again and he couldn’t stop the smile from crawling onto his lips. “Truce?” he then questioned softly, holding out his right hand.
Bam had stared at the foreign hand for a few seconds. With a gentle sigh, he slipped his right hand into Ville’s right hand. “Truce.” Bam replied in defeat as the two shook hands.
“Up for another round?” Ville asked, changing the subject, as he motioned back to the pool table.
A smile crawled on Bam’s lips as he slowly began to relax around Ville. “For shits and giggles?” he asked carefully, hoping for no more bets. He didn’t want to lose again. Ville only nodded his head ‘yes’ in reply. “Sure. I’m game.” Bam finally answered before motioning to his beer. “I’m out. You want another one as well?”
That was how the rest of the night went between the two of them. Although Bam was still somewhat upset for losing his end of the deal, it didn’t stop the two from forming a slight friendship. Finally, the two of them found themselves stepping out of the building, getting ready to call it a night.
“By the end of the day, my friend left with a broken wrist.” Bam laughed as the two of them stepped onto the sidewalk. Darkness quickly claimed both of their bodies as they stepped further from the lights of the club/bar. Out of the corner of his eye, Ville watched the brunette continue to laugh at his story he had been telling him. It involved Bam, his friends and numerous pranks/stunts. After he put all of the pieces together, he too was laughing along with the younger man.
“And this is a daily thing between you and your friends?” Ville questioned carefully as he still chuckled softly.
Bam shrugged his shoulders at Ville’s question, his laughter dying down some. “It helps with my Filming major. Good practice and all.” Bam answered as he looked out in front of them as he heard familiar voices heading in their direction.
Ville had kept his eyes on the sidewalk as the two of them continued towards their cars. He really could not remember how many beers he had finished off, but he knew of the buzz it was giving him. He was about to say something to Bam about his Filming major but a hard yank at his left arm stopped him. As he was being pulled by his left arm, he instantly stumbled over his own feet. Closing his eyes, he grunted softly as he was thrown back first into a hard structure. Opening his eyes slowly, he came to realize that he was within a dark alley and weight was being pushed up against his front side. Cerulean blue eyes immediately met his emerald green ones. “Bam, what-?” his question was cut short as Bam’s right hand covered his mouth.
“Shh.” Bam whispered as he looked over his left shoulder.
Ville darted his eyes to his right to see a small group of guys stepping pass the dark alley they were within. Once the guys had passed the alley, Ville verted his gaze back to Bam’s face. Even though it was a dark alley, he could still make out some of his features. A few more seconds of silence passed between the two of them before Bam slowly removed himself from Ville’s body. He heard Bam mumble out an apology as he pushed himself away, still standing a foot away. “Mind telling me what that was about?” Ville questioned softly, still leaning against the brick wall.
“Let’s just say I’m not friends with everyone.” Bam answered in reply as he looked down at his feet.
Ville felt a tug at his heart at the scene in front of him. He knew he couldn’t explain it, but it was there. Before his mind could react along with his body, he had quickly reached out his right hand and gently placed it onto Bam’s neck. With a quick tug at Bam’s body, it instantly fell against his own and his lips were covering Bam’s. Running his tongue along Bam’s bottom lip, he begged for entrance. A request that was quickly answered.
Ville knew he shouldn’t have been doing this. It was his student for pete’s sake, but at this moment in time he could care less. It was wrong, but it felt so right to him.
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And there you have it *points above* Whatcha think? Love? Like? Hate? Boring? I wasn't really sure how I wanted the deal to go, so I made both win in the end. Feedback is Always loved! Please leave some! *smiles* Until Next Time! *HUGS!!*
~Nikki