NEW FIC - Give me your reason to believe 2/?
TITLE : Give me your Reason to Believe
AUTHOR: ladyeigh (caliburn.kira)
RATING: R (NC-17 at the end)
PAIRING: VAM (Ville Valo/Bam Margera), Waycest (Mikey/Gerard)
POV: Third person
SUMMARY: Couple time, with moments for all...
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, didn’t happen and didn’t see anything… promise
NOTES: To Mytornromance Happy Birthday!!
This is the sequel to the long fic that I wrote for hergerbabe 'Taking Back the Life you Stole', not neccessary to have read it, but it might help!
The Fic that came first...
Or else you can read it on the community from here
chapter 1
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The CD finished and the music died away, virtual silence left in its wake, the only sounds being the gentle crackle of the fire that had been lit for ambience and scent rather than heat and their breathing. Ville stretched and rolled his head against Bam’s chest, his movements causing the skater to relax his hold.
“You alright?”
“Yes… well…”
“Need a break outside?”
Ville looked up with a slightly sheepish grin. He had cut down significantly - 100 cigarettes being too much for any band to consume in one day, much less one asthmatic singer. However, he still craved the nicotine and ventured outside the Castle several times a day to quench his desire. Bam knew there were issues he could fight over and issues that he just accepted as a part and parcel of loving the older man. Ville had cut down, and anti-smoking though he was Bam took the change as the peace offering it was, celebrating the reduction rather than bemoaning that the Finn still indulged. Cigarette in one hand and microphone in the other, eyes closed, leaning on the heartagram based stand and casting flirtatious looks either at both his oldest friends - alternating between bassist and guitarist - or sending his eyes sideways to the Wings or upwards to the balcony, wherever his lover had positioned himself for the show. Ville Valo’s stage persona, well known to audiences worldwide; live, on video and on the Internet. He had stopped consuming alcohol on stage, sticking to water or non-alcoholic beer (even if it was sometimes decanted into a different bottle for appearances sake). Ville rolled over slightly and carefully sat up, his move from his reclining position causing a slight head rush. He blinked a few times before turning to Bam and kissing him soundly, a smack on the lips.
“I’ll just be a …”
“Take your time heila… this is peace time, remember!”
“Kiitos.”
Ville murmured his thanks and kissed Bam once more before rising to his feet and heading for their bedroom to collect his pack. Gerard shifted slightly as the tall Finn moved past the couch and out onto the balcony that Glomb had made. Mikey rolled and looked up at his brother with a grin on his mobile face.
“Jealous?”
“Um…”
The bassist knelt up and looked down at the reclining singer from his slight vantage point.
“You need a break!”
“Yeah.”
A firm kiss onto slightly damaged lips and Mikey knelt back, letting Gerard sit up fully and then swivel to rise to his feet.
“Can I?”
Bam wrinkled his nose and laughed gently.
“Smokers row is outside, follow the trail of fumes!”
Gerard smiled again and headed out, bare feet following in the skater’s lover’s path.
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Bam shook his head and smiled as the two nicotine junkies left the warm room for the balcony, the large platform of wood that now abutted the French doors that had sat so incongruously in the middle of the wall. He sat up and swung around, toes curling slightly as they touched the smooth timber floor. Mikey had also sat up properly and he looked at Bam through his fringe - a smile of solidarity on his face, non-smoking lovers of Marlboro Men. Standing up, Bam started to gather up the mugs and French Press the four had used and Mikey lifted the platter and jug that had accompanied them upstairs. They headed down the stairs, through the Pirate Bar and into the kitchen beyond. Mikey put the pewter plate on the breakfast bar and sat down on one of the high stools, watching as Bam emptied the press of the used grounds and refilled the kettle, automatic actions that he could perform virtually in his sleep - and sometimes seemed to on early mornings.
“Can I help?”
Bam smiled at the musician and nodded his head over to the side of the kitchen.
“Can you get the milk out the fridge? There’s some freezer cake in there too.”
“Freezer cake?”
“Some chocolate stuff that Ape makes, weird as hell but they taste good so…”
“Yeah. Mom used to make something like that when we were kids, packed lunch stuff.”
“Sounds familiar… sandwich, juice and some cookies in a bag.”
“Yup. Eat the sweet stuff and dump the rest!”
Mikey pulled the large fridge open and picked out the milk carton, carrying it over and refilling the pottery jug - uncertain how it had all gotten used when all four men seemed to be drinking their coffee black! Returning the milk he rummaged through several Tupperware boxes, finding what appeared to be homemade pasta sauce and some leftover casserole as well as unidentified foodstuffs - well he assumed they were food items.
“Bam?”
“Yeah?”
“You mentioned cookies?”
“Oh right. Ape stocked up so try a box with a green lid - that generally means sweet stuff.”
Mikey just stared at the skater who shrugged at his look.
“Not often here, when I am it’s usually to work like a maniac or else totally decompress so… I can cook but…”
“No time and less inclination?”
“Mostly!”
Bam moved over and reached past Mikey to grab out a carefully resealed bag. He took it over to the counter and popped open the clasp at the top. Immediately a smell of fresh ground Arabica filled the room. The skater measured out 6 scoops and dumped them into the press before adding the freshly boiled water and the lid.
“Smells good.”
“Yeah. Ape found this coffee place that blends and grinds, it’s pretty good.”
Mikey had seen the fridge and peered into the cabinets earlier.
“You buy a lot of coffee.”
“Yeah. Coffee, tea, soda, juice - amazing what happens when you stop buying liquor.”
“None?”
“Pretty much. We have the occasional beer but spirits make Ville nervous, gin and scotch especially.”
Mikey was curious but reined it in carefully. The look in Bam’s face clearly said ‘here be monsters’ and he didn’t want to fall off the edge of the map. He was familiar with the ardent ditching of alcohol, the whole band had agreed to keep the tour bus dry - the odd six pack appeared but harder booze was definitely not a group vehicle item. Gerard had said that he didn’t mind, especially after so many months of sobriety, but Bob, Frankie and Ray had promised to help him and were still faithful to that vow.
“How are you guys?”
“Recording! Going OK so far. Rob Cavallo is a good guy, Billie Joe kept singing his praises and it’s easy to see why.”
“Didn’t he work on all the Green Day albums?”
“Since Dookie.”
“Wow, that is so awesome.”
“I know, we spent the first week trying not to stand up whenever he came into a room - it was like being back in school, not that we ever did that in school!”
“You had me fucking worried for a minute there!”
“Closest we ever came to Private school was filming ‘I’m not OK’.”
“Yeah. You did all look bloody uncomfortable.”
“Not as much as the uniforms were!”
Mikey dropped his head down slightly and sank back onto the stool behind him.
“Ghost of you.”
TBC......
AUTHOR: ladyeigh (caliburn.kira)
RATING: R (NC-17 at the end)
PAIRING: VAM (Ville Valo/Bam Margera), Waycest (Mikey/Gerard)
POV: Third person
SUMMARY: Couple time, with moments for all...
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, didn’t happen and didn’t see anything… promise
NOTES: To Mytornromance Happy Birthday!!
This is the sequel to the long fic that I wrote for hergerbabe 'Taking Back the Life you Stole', not neccessary to have read it, but it might help!
The Fic that came first...
Or else you can read it on the community from here
chapter 1
@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@
The CD finished and the music died away, virtual silence left in its wake, the only sounds being the gentle crackle of the fire that had been lit for ambience and scent rather than heat and their breathing. Ville stretched and rolled his head against Bam’s chest, his movements causing the skater to relax his hold.
“You alright?”
“Yes… well…”
“Need a break outside?”
Ville looked up with a slightly sheepish grin. He had cut down significantly - 100 cigarettes being too much for any band to consume in one day, much less one asthmatic singer. However, he still craved the nicotine and ventured outside the Castle several times a day to quench his desire. Bam knew there were issues he could fight over and issues that he just accepted as a part and parcel of loving the older man. Ville had cut down, and anti-smoking though he was Bam took the change as the peace offering it was, celebrating the reduction rather than bemoaning that the Finn still indulged. Cigarette in one hand and microphone in the other, eyes closed, leaning on the heartagram based stand and casting flirtatious looks either at both his oldest friends - alternating between bassist and guitarist - or sending his eyes sideways to the Wings or upwards to the balcony, wherever his lover had positioned himself for the show. Ville Valo’s stage persona, well known to audiences worldwide; live, on video and on the Internet. He had stopped consuming alcohol on stage, sticking to water or non-alcoholic beer (even if it was sometimes decanted into a different bottle for appearances sake). Ville rolled over slightly and carefully sat up, his move from his reclining position causing a slight head rush. He blinked a few times before turning to Bam and kissing him soundly, a smack on the lips.
“I’ll just be a …”
“Take your time heila… this is peace time, remember!”
“Kiitos.”
Ville murmured his thanks and kissed Bam once more before rising to his feet and heading for their bedroom to collect his pack. Gerard shifted slightly as the tall Finn moved past the couch and out onto the balcony that Glomb had made. Mikey rolled and looked up at his brother with a grin on his mobile face.
“Jealous?”
“Um…”
The bassist knelt up and looked down at the reclining singer from his slight vantage point.
“You need a break!”
“Yeah.”
A firm kiss onto slightly damaged lips and Mikey knelt back, letting Gerard sit up fully and then swivel to rise to his feet.
“Can I?”
Bam wrinkled his nose and laughed gently.
“Smokers row is outside, follow the trail of fumes!”
Gerard smiled again and headed out, bare feet following in the skater’s lover’s path.
@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@
Bam shook his head and smiled as the two nicotine junkies left the warm room for the balcony, the large platform of wood that now abutted the French doors that had sat so incongruously in the middle of the wall. He sat up and swung around, toes curling slightly as they touched the smooth timber floor. Mikey had also sat up properly and he looked at Bam through his fringe - a smile of solidarity on his face, non-smoking lovers of Marlboro Men. Standing up, Bam started to gather up the mugs and French Press the four had used and Mikey lifted the platter and jug that had accompanied them upstairs. They headed down the stairs, through the Pirate Bar and into the kitchen beyond. Mikey put the pewter plate on the breakfast bar and sat down on one of the high stools, watching as Bam emptied the press of the used grounds and refilled the kettle, automatic actions that he could perform virtually in his sleep - and sometimes seemed to on early mornings.
“Can I help?”
Bam smiled at the musician and nodded his head over to the side of the kitchen.
“Can you get the milk out the fridge? There’s some freezer cake in there too.”
“Freezer cake?”
“Some chocolate stuff that Ape makes, weird as hell but they taste good so…”
“Yeah. Mom used to make something like that when we were kids, packed lunch stuff.”
“Sounds familiar… sandwich, juice and some cookies in a bag.”
“Yup. Eat the sweet stuff and dump the rest!”
Mikey pulled the large fridge open and picked out the milk carton, carrying it over and refilling the pottery jug - uncertain how it had all gotten used when all four men seemed to be drinking their coffee black! Returning the milk he rummaged through several Tupperware boxes, finding what appeared to be homemade pasta sauce and some leftover casserole as well as unidentified foodstuffs - well he assumed they were food items.
“Bam?”
“Yeah?”
“You mentioned cookies?”
“Oh right. Ape stocked up so try a box with a green lid - that generally means sweet stuff.”
Mikey just stared at the skater who shrugged at his look.
“Not often here, when I am it’s usually to work like a maniac or else totally decompress so… I can cook but…”
“No time and less inclination?”
“Mostly!”
Bam moved over and reached past Mikey to grab out a carefully resealed bag. He took it over to the counter and popped open the clasp at the top. Immediately a smell of fresh ground Arabica filled the room. The skater measured out 6 scoops and dumped them into the press before adding the freshly boiled water and the lid.
“Smells good.”
“Yeah. Ape found this coffee place that blends and grinds, it’s pretty good.”
Mikey had seen the fridge and peered into the cabinets earlier.
“You buy a lot of coffee.”
“Yeah. Coffee, tea, soda, juice - amazing what happens when you stop buying liquor.”
“None?”
“Pretty much. We have the occasional beer but spirits make Ville nervous, gin and scotch especially.”
Mikey was curious but reined it in carefully. The look in Bam’s face clearly said ‘here be monsters’ and he didn’t want to fall off the edge of the map. He was familiar with the ardent ditching of alcohol, the whole band had agreed to keep the tour bus dry - the odd six pack appeared but harder booze was definitely not a group vehicle item. Gerard had said that he didn’t mind, especially after so many months of sobriety, but Bob, Frankie and Ray had promised to help him and were still faithful to that vow.
“How are you guys?”
“Recording! Going OK so far. Rob Cavallo is a good guy, Billie Joe kept singing his praises and it’s easy to see why.”
“Didn’t he work on all the Green Day albums?”
“Since Dookie.”
“Wow, that is so awesome.”
“I know, we spent the first week trying not to stand up whenever he came into a room - it was like being back in school, not that we ever did that in school!”
“You had me fucking worried for a minute there!”
“Closest we ever came to Private school was filming ‘I’m not OK’.”
“Yeah. You did all look bloody uncomfortable.”
“Not as much as the uniforms were!”
Mikey dropped his head down slightly and sank back onto the stool behind him.
“Ghost of you.”
TBC......