NEW FIC - Give me your reason to believe 3/?
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... Mikey and Bam talk....
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
chapter 2
Mikey dropped his head down slightly and sank back onto the stool behind him.
“Ghost of you.”
Bam heard the tone in his friend’s voice and stopped fidgeting with the coffee and went back to the breakfast bar instead.
“You OK? You look a million miles away.”
“Combination of 13 months and 65 years away.”
“Huh?”
“Recording that video took a lot out of us, out of all of us.”
“You and Gee?”
“Definitely.”
“How so?”
“All sorts of things really. Gee had had the video idea in his head for like years, pretty much since seeing Saving Private Ryan, before that even - just from reading about US troops in WW2. He designed the outline, but didn’t consider all the angles. I mean, the night he cut off his hair was just… I can’t even begin…”
“Hey, I went to Philly for three days. When I left LA my boyfriend had hair below his shoulders in brown curls and waves with a moustache and goatee almost like Captain Jack Sparrow. I came back and he was clean shaven with jet black hair in half inch spikes!”
“Yowsa.”
“Yeah.”
“Gerard went all out. I hadn’t seen his hair that short since 9/11, since we started the band. I got some seriously dorky glasses, Frankie got his ink painted out, Bob shaved his beard and Ray ended up with his hair in a bun - he had so many bobby pins in it he kept moaning that it was like head-butting a porcupine!”
“Noice.”
“We looked so odd, but… Gee… hair combed over, eyes bright and clear, slim again…”
“Pretty picture.”
“Pretty doesn’t even cover it! He’s always been beautiful to me, inside and out. I’m not denying the low points, the times that as much as I love him I didn’t like him very much, but there has always been a… a bond I guess. Part of it is blood, I know that, I am aware that our common past connects us - but it is so much more than that. Passed out blind drunk, vomiting and hallucinating, he’s still Gerard, still all… I can’t even…”
Bam had walked around the breakfast bar and sat on the stool next to Mikey. He understood where the other man was coming from. It was difficult to love them sometimes, but he knew that neither of them would swap their irascible, sometimes completely impossible lovers for anything, knew that their flaws and foibles made them the startling individuals that had seized their hearts and held them tight. The skater gently touched the bassist’s shoulder and Mikey lifted his head and looked at him.
“So many things just… fly through really.”
“Sometimes you picture the single darkest moments of your entire relationship and wonder what the hell you are doing, then he does something and all the shadows flee, light into the corners and it all vanishes.”
“Yeah.”
“So… apart from the barber visit, what else happened at the shoot?”
“Gee wrote the outline, planned the story and all, but he really hadn’t thought the whole thing through from all the angles.”
“The end?”
“Yeah. They decided that having me get shot would be all the more poignant given the song. Not having haunted house shit was totally deliberate and the WW2 theme meant no woman, and anyway we’d done the dead dancing girl thing in Helena. The ‘brother’ thing was the best option. Everyone has family and knows what it is to lose a family member or close friend, the resonance matched the song completely.”
“Doesn’t make it any easier though.”
“No. It doesn’t. Gee spent the first day looking at me like I was looking at him, we spent that night… I mean… I can’t even…”
The younger Way’s reddened face said more than any words ever could.
“Uniforms?”
“Never had been before. I think it was more Gerard’s confidence. Clean, sober - pinching my ass everytime the cameras were pointed elsewhere! We had a good night. It had been a long day and pretending to drink the shots in the bar scene had been a little harder than Gee thought it would be, a little too close to home - we did a lot of shot competitions back in the day.”
“Early tours?”
“Yeah. Or High School.”
“Yow.”
“Like you were different?”
Bam shrugged sheepishly, wrinkling his nose at the bass player.
“Totally. I didn’t drink until I was 21.”
He reddened and bristled at the musician’s incredulous look.
“CKY, Jackass - whatever else I am I’m a fucking athlete. I went pro when I was underage - there were rules, promises to keep. To the team, to my sponsors… to my mom!”
“Huh. Didn’t know that - sorry.”
Bam shrugged at the apology, accepting it immediately. His ‘sober-til-legal’ status had always seemed a little odd to a lot of people, especially people who’d only known him as he’d gotten older.
“No harm no foul. I sort of made up for lost time anyway! So the first day ended well?”
“Hotel room and not much sleep. We were glad the costumes covered us that’s for sure.”
“Marks?”
“Oh yes… definitely.”
“Noice. That ‘owned and owning’ thing?”
A secret smile, another one for the ‘jealous bastards’ club.
“Day two was a real bitch though. Recreating the landings, soaking wet in wool, canvas and leather. Stupid heavy guns, pounding surf - sinking boats and a slightly panicky guitarist who can’t swim!”
“Excellent, so really calm then!”
“Yeah, then it got worse. I got all hooked up with the squibs and the charges then headed out. Marc the director decided to shoot me getting hit and Gerard’s initial reaction at the same time.”
“Rough?”
“It’s not in the video or the MTV making of. The footage… fuck.”
Bam tightened his grip on Mikey’s shoulder and he turned around.
“Gerard went nuts. He just screamed my name. The others really were holding him back, trying to calm him down… it… fuck. Ray was holding me ‘cos all I wanted was to race up the beach and grab him - make sure that he knew I was alive, that it was fake… that I was still there. Marc shut down the cameras and asked everyone to take a walk… fuck.”
“I can’t even imagine what you both must’ve gone through to do that.”
“We spent the lunch break holed up together with the guys keeping an eye out. Then we filmed it again, and again, and…”
“Fuck.”
“Gee held me so tight that night I had bruises - mind you he didn’t exactly get away unscathed. I latched onto him just as much. So glad we weren’t doing a third day.”
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... Mikey and Bam talk....
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
chapter 2
Mikey dropped his head down slightly and sank back onto the stool behind him.
“Ghost of you.”
Bam heard the tone in his friend’s voice and stopped fidgeting with the coffee and went back to the breakfast bar instead.
“You OK? You look a million miles away.”
“Combination of 13 months and 65 years away.”
“Huh?”
“Recording that video took a lot out of us, out of all of us.”
“You and Gee?”
“Definitely.”
“How so?”
“All sorts of things really. Gee had had the video idea in his head for like years, pretty much since seeing Saving Private Ryan, before that even - just from reading about US troops in WW2. He designed the outline, but didn’t consider all the angles. I mean, the night he cut off his hair was just… I can’t even begin…”
“Hey, I went to Philly for three days. When I left LA my boyfriend had hair below his shoulders in brown curls and waves with a moustache and goatee almost like Captain Jack Sparrow. I came back and he was clean shaven with jet black hair in half inch spikes!”
“Yowsa.”
“Yeah.”
“Gerard went all out. I hadn’t seen his hair that short since 9/11, since we started the band. I got some seriously dorky glasses, Frankie got his ink painted out, Bob shaved his beard and Ray ended up with his hair in a bun - he had so many bobby pins in it he kept moaning that it was like head-butting a porcupine!”
“Noice.”
“We looked so odd, but… Gee… hair combed over, eyes bright and clear, slim again…”
“Pretty picture.”
“Pretty doesn’t even cover it! He’s always been beautiful to me, inside and out. I’m not denying the low points, the times that as much as I love him I didn’t like him very much, but there has always been a… a bond I guess. Part of it is blood, I know that, I am aware that our common past connects us - but it is so much more than that. Passed out blind drunk, vomiting and hallucinating, he’s still Gerard, still all… I can’t even…”
Bam had walked around the breakfast bar and sat on the stool next to Mikey. He understood where the other man was coming from. It was difficult to love them sometimes, but he knew that neither of them would swap their irascible, sometimes completely impossible lovers for anything, knew that their flaws and foibles made them the startling individuals that had seized their hearts and held them tight. The skater gently touched the bassist’s shoulder and Mikey lifted his head and looked at him.
“So many things just… fly through really.”
“Sometimes you picture the single darkest moments of your entire relationship and wonder what the hell you are doing, then he does something and all the shadows flee, light into the corners and it all vanishes.”
“Yeah.”
“So… apart from the barber visit, what else happened at the shoot?”
“Gee wrote the outline, planned the story and all, but he really hadn’t thought the whole thing through from all the angles.”
“The end?”
“Yeah. They decided that having me get shot would be all the more poignant given the song. Not having haunted house shit was totally deliberate and the WW2 theme meant no woman, and anyway we’d done the dead dancing girl thing in Helena. The ‘brother’ thing was the best option. Everyone has family and knows what it is to lose a family member or close friend, the resonance matched the song completely.”
“Doesn’t make it any easier though.”
“No. It doesn’t. Gee spent the first day looking at me like I was looking at him, we spent that night… I mean… I can’t even…”
The younger Way’s reddened face said more than any words ever could.
“Uniforms?”
“Never had been before. I think it was more Gerard’s confidence. Clean, sober - pinching my ass everytime the cameras were pointed elsewhere! We had a good night. It had been a long day and pretending to drink the shots in the bar scene had been a little harder than Gee thought it would be, a little too close to home - we did a lot of shot competitions back in the day.”
“Early tours?”
“Yeah. Or High School.”
“Yow.”
“Like you were different?”
Bam shrugged sheepishly, wrinkling his nose at the bass player.
“Totally. I didn’t drink until I was 21.”
He reddened and bristled at the musician’s incredulous look.
“CKY, Jackass - whatever else I am I’m a fucking athlete. I went pro when I was underage - there were rules, promises to keep. To the team, to my sponsors… to my mom!”
“Huh. Didn’t know that - sorry.”
Bam shrugged at the apology, accepting it immediately. His ‘sober-til-legal’ status had always seemed a little odd to a lot of people, especially people who’d only known him as he’d gotten older.
“No harm no foul. I sort of made up for lost time anyway! So the first day ended well?”
“Hotel room and not much sleep. We were glad the costumes covered us that’s for sure.”
“Marks?”
“Oh yes… definitely.”
“Noice. That ‘owned and owning’ thing?”
A secret smile, another one for the ‘jealous bastards’ club.
“Day two was a real bitch though. Recreating the landings, soaking wet in wool, canvas and leather. Stupid heavy guns, pounding surf - sinking boats and a slightly panicky guitarist who can’t swim!”
“Excellent, so really calm then!”
“Yeah, then it got worse. I got all hooked up with the squibs and the charges then headed out. Marc the director decided to shoot me getting hit and Gerard’s initial reaction at the same time.”
“Rough?”
“It’s not in the video or the MTV making of. The footage… fuck.”
Bam tightened his grip on Mikey’s shoulder and he turned around.
“Gerard went nuts. He just screamed my name. The others really were holding him back, trying to calm him down… it… fuck. Ray was holding me ‘cos all I wanted was to race up the beach and grab him - make sure that he knew I was alive, that it was fake… that I was still there. Marc shut down the cameras and asked everyone to take a walk… fuck.”
“I can’t even imagine what you both must’ve gone through to do that.”
“We spent the lunch break holed up together with the guys keeping an eye out. Then we filmed it again, and again, and…”
“Fuck.”
“Gee held me so tight that night I had bruises - mind you he didn’t exactly get away unscathed. I latched onto him just as much. So glad we weren’t doing a third day.”