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And Love Said No 5/? R
Title And Love Said No 5/?
Rating At the moment R for bad language, will eventually be NC 17 though!
Author Me, Ville_Drool!
Summary HIM are going on tour with the 69 Eyes, and a certain pouting, blue eyed boy. Things are not what they seem!
Pairing: Mentions of Ville/Jyrki, but definitely VAM!
Disclaimer not mine, not even one bit, i'm not making any money, but if anyone wants my debts they're welcome!
Feedback is like vam mud wrestling, only with chocolate! OK, not quite as yummy on the eye (or tongue) but it's good!
chapter one
chapter two
chapter 3
chapter 4
notes: sorry for the long time between updates...I blame the yummy 69 Eyes dvd I just got! Jyrki wearing green. Damn, he's hot in anything (or nothing) but in the video for Call Me, wearing that green t-shirt, he's just grrr! maybe it's cos we don't usually see him in much colour? *blinks* oh yeah, back to the fic!
“Stop seething.” Mige threw a cushion at Ville’s head and Ville scowled, throwing it back. “You look just like Dani when you do that.”
“I do not.”
Gas looked up from the playstation. “Now you even sound like him.”
Ville flopped back onto the seats, the motion of the bus making him feel slightly queasy. Mige threw the cushion back at him and he placed it over his face, blocking them all out.
“You shouldn’t have let him go if you didn’t want him to.”
He wished Mige would shut up; he’d never had to deal with a sullen teenager before. It wasn’t as simple as saying no, though he wished it was.
Dani wanted to travel on the Eyes tour bus from the airport to the hotel, for some reason Jyrki and the guys were OK with that.
“It’s just a couple of hours,” Ville said, though he wasn’t sure who he was trying to convince.
“Do you think it’s wise to let them get close?” Ville moved the cushion from his eyes and squinted at Mige.
“Let’s not talk about this, alright?” Mige was only voicing his own concerns, but he felt helpless against them. He wanted to see his son happy, he wanted a little peace, and he didn’t want to have to bring up all the shit that went down before Dani was born.
It was a low point in his life, a time he didn’t want to remember. He just wanted his life to run smoothly, he wanted the Dani of a few years ago back, when it didn’t matter who the other dad was, it didn’t matter what kids at school said, they were united, just the two of them.
Ville couldn’t pin point when that changed, when united turned disjointed. His stomach churned with tension. As if it wasn’t bad enough they were touring with the 69 Eyes, now they had to be in America.
Seppo must be turning senile in his old age. And Ville was getting soft. He should have just said no. Just say no, like that old advert.
**
After dropping his stuff off in their hotel suite Dani informed Ville that he was going to spend the rest of the afternoon sightseeing with Jyrki, to fend off jetlag.
“I think you should give Jyrki some peace. You’ve been with him all day. You should really stay here and study, especially since your tutor backed out-“
“I studied on the bus, Jussi helped me with math. You just don’t want me to have any fun do you? You want me to be miserable like you.” He folded his arms and glared. “You don’t want me to have any friends. You don’t want me to get to know him. God, I know you used to go out together, I don’t blame Jyr for dumping you, you’re an embarrassment!” He turned and ran, slamming the door.
Ville was too shocked to react; his head was still reeling from his son’s cruel words. He closed his eyes and let out a shaky breath. He felt like an old man as he reached for his cigarettes with unsteady hands.
**
Dani was a different boy outside of the watchful eye of his father. He felt free, like a grown up, like he knew something they didn’t want him to know. He glanced at Jyrki, who was wearing his sunglasses, as usual.
But Dani knew behind those glasses were clear blue eyes. Eyes very similar to his own. He couldn’t stop the grin forming over his lips, and he quickly shoved a pretzel in his mouth to cover it.
It really wasn’t cool to grin all the time.
Jyrki had dragged him around a million gothic churches, with stained glass windows that reached the ceiling and old stone crosses carved into walls. It was kinda boring, but he enjoyed the company, he felt like he could talk to Jyrki, like they’d gotten passed the awkward first friendship stage-thing.
They should never have had that awkward first meeting anyways. It had to be his dad’s fault, the reason Jyrki had left.
“You and dad went out together for quite a while, didn’t you?” Dani asked, trying to be subtle. He crunched more on the pretzel, needing something to keep his hands busy.
Jyrki faltered slightly, just a small pause of hand and shuffle of feet, but Dani noticed. “Yeah, for a while.”
“How long?” Dani pressed, wanting as much information as he could get. His dad was always so closed lipped when it came to these kinds of questions, and he really needed someone to answer them.
“About four years. Look at that stained glass window. Would make a great backdrop for a video.”
He was trying to change the subject, but Dani didn’t take the bait. “Why’d you split up then? It was just before I was born wasn’t it? Was it my fault?”
Jyrki stopped walking and took off his sunglasses. His face looked strained and he kept worrying his bottom lip. “Well-sort...”
“Was it dad? Did he do something?”
The 69 Eyes singer laughed bitterly and shoved his glasses into the pocket of his leather jacket. “Yeah, he did something.”
“I knew it! Why’d you never try to see me? Wouldn’t he let you?” Jyrki frowned, but Dani carried on, not letting him get a word in. “He’s such a bastard, I don’t believe it, well, I do, but I don’t, you know?”
“No, I don’t know…I think I lost you ten minutes ago. After what happened * happened * I didn’t want to see him again.”
Dani glared at him; maybe Jyrki hadn’t wanted to keep in contact with him either. “Who cares about him, what about me? Why you didn’t stay in touch, I mean, I’m your son, aren’t I?”
Rating At the moment R for bad language, will eventually be NC 17 though!
Author Me, Ville_Drool!
Summary HIM are going on tour with the 69 Eyes, and a certain pouting, blue eyed boy. Things are not what they seem!
Pairing: Mentions of Ville/Jyrki, but definitely VAM!
Disclaimer not mine, not even one bit, i'm not making any money, but if anyone wants my debts they're welcome!
Feedback is like vam mud wrestling, only with chocolate! OK, not quite as yummy on the eye (or tongue) but it's good!
chapter one
chapter two
chapter 3
chapter 4
notes: sorry for the long time between updates...I blame the yummy 69 Eyes dvd I just got! Jyrki wearing green. Damn, he's hot in anything (or nothing) but in the video for Call Me, wearing that green t-shirt, he's just grrr! maybe it's cos we don't usually see him in much colour? *blinks* oh yeah, back to the fic!
“Stop seething.” Mige threw a cushion at Ville’s head and Ville scowled, throwing it back. “You look just like Dani when you do that.”
“I do not.”
Gas looked up from the playstation. “Now you even sound like him.”
Ville flopped back onto the seats, the motion of the bus making him feel slightly queasy. Mige threw the cushion back at him and he placed it over his face, blocking them all out.
“You shouldn’t have let him go if you didn’t want him to.”
He wished Mige would shut up; he’d never had to deal with a sullen teenager before. It wasn’t as simple as saying no, though he wished it was.
Dani wanted to travel on the Eyes tour bus from the airport to the hotel, for some reason Jyrki and the guys were OK with that.
“It’s just a couple of hours,” Ville said, though he wasn’t sure who he was trying to convince.
“Do you think it’s wise to let them get close?” Ville moved the cushion from his eyes and squinted at Mige.
“Let’s not talk about this, alright?” Mige was only voicing his own concerns, but he felt helpless against them. He wanted to see his son happy, he wanted a little peace, and he didn’t want to have to bring up all the shit that went down before Dani was born.
It was a low point in his life, a time he didn’t want to remember. He just wanted his life to run smoothly, he wanted the Dani of a few years ago back, when it didn’t matter who the other dad was, it didn’t matter what kids at school said, they were united, just the two of them.
Ville couldn’t pin point when that changed, when united turned disjointed. His stomach churned with tension. As if it wasn’t bad enough they were touring with the 69 Eyes, now they had to be in America.
Seppo must be turning senile in his old age. And Ville was getting soft. He should have just said no. Just say no, like that old advert.
**
After dropping his stuff off in their hotel suite Dani informed Ville that he was going to spend the rest of the afternoon sightseeing with Jyrki, to fend off jetlag.
“I think you should give Jyrki some peace. You’ve been with him all day. You should really stay here and study, especially since your tutor backed out-“
“I studied on the bus, Jussi helped me with math. You just don’t want me to have any fun do you? You want me to be miserable like you.” He folded his arms and glared. “You don’t want me to have any friends. You don’t want me to get to know him. God, I know you used to go out together, I don’t blame Jyr for dumping you, you’re an embarrassment!” He turned and ran, slamming the door.
Ville was too shocked to react; his head was still reeling from his son’s cruel words. He closed his eyes and let out a shaky breath. He felt like an old man as he reached for his cigarettes with unsteady hands.
**
Dani was a different boy outside of the watchful eye of his father. He felt free, like a grown up, like he knew something they didn’t want him to know. He glanced at Jyrki, who was wearing his sunglasses, as usual.
But Dani knew behind those glasses were clear blue eyes. Eyes very similar to his own. He couldn’t stop the grin forming over his lips, and he quickly shoved a pretzel in his mouth to cover it.
It really wasn’t cool to grin all the time.
Jyrki had dragged him around a million gothic churches, with stained glass windows that reached the ceiling and old stone crosses carved into walls. It was kinda boring, but he enjoyed the company, he felt like he could talk to Jyrki, like they’d gotten passed the awkward first friendship stage-thing.
They should never have had that awkward first meeting anyways. It had to be his dad’s fault, the reason Jyrki had left.
“You and dad went out together for quite a while, didn’t you?” Dani asked, trying to be subtle. He crunched more on the pretzel, needing something to keep his hands busy.
Jyrki faltered slightly, just a small pause of hand and shuffle of feet, but Dani noticed. “Yeah, for a while.”
“How long?” Dani pressed, wanting as much information as he could get. His dad was always so closed lipped when it came to these kinds of questions, and he really needed someone to answer them.
“About four years. Look at that stained glass window. Would make a great backdrop for a video.”
He was trying to change the subject, but Dani didn’t take the bait. “Why’d you split up then? It was just before I was born wasn’t it? Was it my fault?”
Jyrki stopped walking and took off his sunglasses. His face looked strained and he kept worrying his bottom lip. “Well-sort...”
“Was it dad? Did he do something?”
The 69 Eyes singer laughed bitterly and shoved his glasses into the pocket of his leather jacket. “Yeah, he did something.”
“I knew it! Why’d you never try to see me? Wouldn’t he let you?” Jyrki frowned, but Dani carried on, not letting him get a word in. “He’s such a bastard, I don’t believe it, well, I do, but I don’t, you know?”
“No, I don’t know…I think I lost you ten minutes ago. After what happened * happened * I didn’t want to see him again.”
Dani glared at him; maybe Jyrki hadn’t wanted to keep in contact with him either. “Who cares about him, what about me? Why you didn’t stay in touch, I mean, I’m your son, aren’t I?”