all will be well ...
Last chapter for the night so I don't get in trouble for too much posting.
Title: Even Your Shadow I Miss
Part Fifteen
Rating: Light NC-17 (is that possible?)
Author: Santa Claus ... oh, wait. It's me. Yup, I'm Santa Claus.
Disclaimer: I own them now because I'm Santa Claus and I gave them to myself. -wakes up- Aw, shit. Blink 182 owns the song.
Summary: Snapshots in the lives of Bam and Ville.
A/N: This story is set in the past. You'll be able to find out around what time in the chapter. There will be flashbacks in the past, so I figured I'd damn well better clarify.
Previous chapters in cut.
Part Twelve
Part Thirteen ... Mwahahahaha.
Part Fourteen
Even Your Shadow I Miss
Part Fifteen
Where are you and I'm so sorry
I cannot sleep I cannot dream tonight
Bam pulled his knees to his chest, as he banged his head against the wall behind him. Ville had his cell phone off and there was no telling where in Los Angeles he had disappeared to. He really needed to learn to keep his mouth shut.
* * *
"She's a whore, Ville!" Bam all but yelled. "A stupid whore. Everyone sees it except you."
"Don't say things like that just because you found out you weren't in love with your fiance."
The blood drained from Bam's face as Ville grabbed his jacket and walked out of the hotel room without another room.
"I'm in love with you." Bam whispered. "I'm in love with you, you stupid songwriting fuck." He sat down on the bed, tears shining in his eyes. "She's cheating on you." he whispered to the empty room, as if the walls had ears and would relay his message to his best friend. "Why do you love her?"
* * *
The hotel room phone rang and Bam rushed over to answer it, even though he knew it wouldn't be Ville.
"Why the fuck would you call her that?" a voice demanded.
Bam had been wrong. He took a deep breath, talking slowly. "Ville . . . I saw her kissing another guy. Ville, she's cheating on you." He was met with silence and his next sentence spilled out involuntarily. "Ville, you're too good for her. She doesn't deserve you."
This time he was met with the dial tone.
* * *
Bam turned around, beer in his hand, scanning the room for someone to talk to. That was when he saw her, pretty little Candy, with her tongue practically down the throat of a man he didn't know that most certainly was not her boyfriend.
His eyes widened and his jaw dropped slightly. Stupid fucking cunt. What the hell does she think she's doing? He pushed through the crowd, moving toward the blonde in the skintight jeans, but someone stepped in front of him when he was halfway there.
"Where's the fire?" Ville asked, snagging Bam's beer and taking a drink before handing it back.
"N-Nowhere." Bam stammered, unsure of how to tell his best friend his girlfriend was cheating on him, about twenty feet away from where they were standing. "I just thought I saw someone I knew."
"You liar." Ville said, laughing. "Have you seen Candy? I went out for a smoke and she disappeared."
"N-No."
"Darlin'," Ville said, stealing another swallow of Bam's beer, "you need to work on that stuttering problem. Come outside with me?" he asked. "I need another cigarette."
Bam nodded, trying to block out the scene still unfolding behind Ville. "Yeah, sure. I think I need one, too."
* * *
"So, I guess you were right." Ville said, taking another shot of vodka. "You didn't like her from the start. You should have said something."
"You wouldn't have listened." Bam said, peeling the paper off his beer bottle that he hadn't taken a drink of. "You feel fucking hard for the bitch."
Ville sighed and leaned against the headboard of the bed he and Bam were sitting on. Well, he was sitting. Bam was lying on his stomach next to him. Slowly, Ville reached out and placed his hand on top of Bam's. "I'm sorry I screamed at you."
"I know." Bam answered, moving his hand to squeeze Ville's in an understanding gesture.
Ville slipped down the headboard and turned so he was lying on his side facing Bam. "Thank you."
Bam smiled. "You'd do the same for me. And you did, if I remember correctly."
Ville smiled back. "Yeah, guess I did." He yawned and squeezed Bam's hand one last time. "I'm going to take a shower, kid. Then I'm going to bed."
"I'm not a kid." Bam protested as Ville stood up and walked toward the bathroom.
"Close enough." Ville replied. "Young enough to be enticing and old enough to be legal, love."
Bam rolled over on his back and placed his beer on the bedside table when he heard the water running in the shower. Ville had cried for about five minutes until he started laughing at the ridiculous insults Bam was saying about Candy.
"I love making you laugh." Bam whispered softly, his eyes flicking toward the bathroom door. "I'd never cheat on you." Why can't you love me, Ville?
* * *
Ville ran his hands through his hair, thinking about the boy lying on his bed. He'd barely cried over Candy. More over the fact that he had failed at something yet again than the fact that he'd lost another girlfriend. Four in six months.
There wouldn't be any, he thought, if he could love you back. But his reasoning, unlike Bam's, was that he wasn't good enough to be loved. All Bam could think of was that his best friend wasn't gay. All Ville could think of was the perfect being on the other side of the locked door. And how far he was from perfection.
Thinking about the boy on the bed was what caused Ville to wrap his hand around a now present erection. Biting his lip and bracing one hand against the wall, he moved his hand back and forth quickly. Sex like this, desperate and needing, was the worst. It was more shameful that rewarding, reminding you of what you can never have: the lips you'll never kiss, the flesh you'll never taste, the hands that will never brush against your hips as they undo your jeans, the breaths that will never fall against your flushed skin, the rhythm you'll never feel inside as he takes you slowly.
But oh, the tears you'll cry. And Ville was nearly sobbing as he pumped his hand rapidly, no thought on his mind except the boy on his bed, the boy always in his head, the boy he could never have.
Kisses on the cheek and hugs and holding hands, but always without the intentions of whispering 'I love you'. If you weren't so damn affectionate!
Ville shot into his hand, crumpling in a heap on the floor of the shower, the water pouring over him, trying so hard to restore his innocence, to take his sins down the drain.
"God, I love you, Bammie." he whispered to the emptiness. He closed his eyes, biting his lip to keep his sobs from being heard. I love you.
Like indecision to call you
and hear your voice of treason
Will you come home and stop this pain tonight
---TBC---
Drama AND masturbation. Yumminess. -licks lips-
Am I a total bitch for getting off on torturous masturbation? It's one of my favorite things to write.
Anyway ... reviews?
Vam chocolates for all and a Vam kissy picture for the FC. And the customary lapdance of course.
I'd give you all cookies, but sadly ...
Sorry ... I couldn't resist. It's just so damn cute.
Title: Even Your Shadow I Miss
Part Fifteen
Rating: Light NC-17 (is that possible?)
Author: Santa Claus ... oh, wait. It's me. Yup, I'm Santa Claus.
Disclaimer: I own them now because I'm Santa Claus and I gave them to myself. -wakes up- Aw, shit. Blink 182 owns the song.
Summary: Snapshots in the lives of Bam and Ville.
A/N: This story is set in the past. You'll be able to find out around what time in the chapter. There will be flashbacks in the past, so I figured I'd damn well better clarify.
Previous chapters in cut.
Part Twelve
Part Thirteen ... Mwahahahaha.
Part Fourteen
Even Your Shadow I Miss
Part Fifteen
Where are you and I'm so sorry
I cannot sleep I cannot dream tonight
Bam pulled his knees to his chest, as he banged his head against the wall behind him. Ville had his cell phone off and there was no telling where in Los Angeles he had disappeared to. He really needed to learn to keep his mouth shut.
* * *
"She's a whore, Ville!" Bam all but yelled. "A stupid whore. Everyone sees it except you."
"Don't say things like that just because you found out you weren't in love with your fiance."
The blood drained from Bam's face as Ville grabbed his jacket and walked out of the hotel room without another room.
"I'm in love with you." Bam whispered. "I'm in love with you, you stupid songwriting fuck." He sat down on the bed, tears shining in his eyes. "She's cheating on you." he whispered to the empty room, as if the walls had ears and would relay his message to his best friend. "Why do you love her?"
* * *
The hotel room phone rang and Bam rushed over to answer it, even though he knew it wouldn't be Ville.
"Why the fuck would you call her that?" a voice demanded.
Bam had been wrong. He took a deep breath, talking slowly. "Ville . . . I saw her kissing another guy. Ville, she's cheating on you." He was met with silence and his next sentence spilled out involuntarily. "Ville, you're too good for her. She doesn't deserve you."
This time he was met with the dial tone.
* * *
Bam turned around, beer in his hand, scanning the room for someone to talk to. That was when he saw her, pretty little Candy, with her tongue practically down the throat of a man he didn't know that most certainly was not her boyfriend.
His eyes widened and his jaw dropped slightly. Stupid fucking cunt. What the hell does she think she's doing? He pushed through the crowd, moving toward the blonde in the skintight jeans, but someone stepped in front of him when he was halfway there.
"Where's the fire?" Ville asked, snagging Bam's beer and taking a drink before handing it back.
"N-Nowhere." Bam stammered, unsure of how to tell his best friend his girlfriend was cheating on him, about twenty feet away from where they were standing. "I just thought I saw someone I knew."
"You liar." Ville said, laughing. "Have you seen Candy? I went out for a smoke and she disappeared."
"N-No."
"Darlin'," Ville said, stealing another swallow of Bam's beer, "you need to work on that stuttering problem. Come outside with me?" he asked. "I need another cigarette."
Bam nodded, trying to block out the scene still unfolding behind Ville. "Yeah, sure. I think I need one, too."
* * *
"So, I guess you were right." Ville said, taking another shot of vodka. "You didn't like her from the start. You should have said something."
"You wouldn't have listened." Bam said, peeling the paper off his beer bottle that he hadn't taken a drink of. "You feel fucking hard for the bitch."
Ville sighed and leaned against the headboard of the bed he and Bam were sitting on. Well, he was sitting. Bam was lying on his stomach next to him. Slowly, Ville reached out and placed his hand on top of Bam's. "I'm sorry I screamed at you."
"I know." Bam answered, moving his hand to squeeze Ville's in an understanding gesture.
Ville slipped down the headboard and turned so he was lying on his side facing Bam. "Thank you."
Bam smiled. "You'd do the same for me. And you did, if I remember correctly."
Ville smiled back. "Yeah, guess I did." He yawned and squeezed Bam's hand one last time. "I'm going to take a shower, kid. Then I'm going to bed."
"I'm not a kid." Bam protested as Ville stood up and walked toward the bathroom.
"Close enough." Ville replied. "Young enough to be enticing and old enough to be legal, love."
Bam rolled over on his back and placed his beer on the bedside table when he heard the water running in the shower. Ville had cried for about five minutes until he started laughing at the ridiculous insults Bam was saying about Candy.
"I love making you laugh." Bam whispered softly, his eyes flicking toward the bathroom door. "I'd never cheat on you." Why can't you love me, Ville?
* * *
Ville ran his hands through his hair, thinking about the boy lying on his bed. He'd barely cried over Candy. More over the fact that he had failed at something yet again than the fact that he'd lost another girlfriend. Four in six months.
There wouldn't be any, he thought, if he could love you back. But his reasoning, unlike Bam's, was that he wasn't good enough to be loved. All Bam could think of was that his best friend wasn't gay. All Ville could think of was the perfect being on the other side of the locked door. And how far he was from perfection.
Thinking about the boy on the bed was what caused Ville to wrap his hand around a now present erection. Biting his lip and bracing one hand against the wall, he moved his hand back and forth quickly. Sex like this, desperate and needing, was the worst. It was more shameful that rewarding, reminding you of what you can never have: the lips you'll never kiss, the flesh you'll never taste, the hands that will never brush against your hips as they undo your jeans, the breaths that will never fall against your flushed skin, the rhythm you'll never feel inside as he takes you slowly.
But oh, the tears you'll cry. And Ville was nearly sobbing as he pumped his hand rapidly, no thought on his mind except the boy on his bed, the boy always in his head, the boy he could never have.
Kisses on the cheek and hugs and holding hands, but always without the intentions of whispering 'I love you'. If you weren't so damn affectionate!
Ville shot into his hand, crumpling in a heap on the floor of the shower, the water pouring over him, trying so hard to restore his innocence, to take his sins down the drain.
"God, I love you, Bammie." he whispered to the emptiness. He closed his eyes, biting his lip to keep his sobs from being heard. I love you.
Like indecision to call you
and hear your voice of treason
Will you come home and stop this pain tonight
---TBC---
Drama AND masturbation. Yumminess. -licks lips-
Am I a total bitch for getting off on torturous masturbation? It's one of my favorite things to write.
Anyway ... reviews?
Vam chocolates for all and a Vam kissy picture for the FC. And the customary lapdance of course.
I'd give you all cookies, but sadly ...
Sorry ... I couldn't resist. It's just so damn cute.