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Do It Like A Whore (Just Business) Chapter 12
Author: war_of_ataraxis
Pairing: Ville/Bam
Rating: PG-13 this chapter, NC-17 later
Summary: Ville is a street whore, running low on business for the night, when a cute guy in a nice car offers to pay him for his company. Ville accepts, and goes home with him - how much does this cute stranger have in mind, and how much is Ville willing to give?
Disclaimer: Do not own, don't sue me, I have no money, and god knows the RIAA wants me more for the 13,000 songs on my computer...
Previous chapters and writing archive found at love_sex_angst
Comfort.
It was not something that I was accustomed to with my meager life. But Bam's life seemed to be immersed in it. Everywhere I looked, everything I touched was comfort. Especially Bam.
We had settled back into his bed, his arms roped around me, and it was sinking in that I was getting used to that word.
Comfort.
His fingers had worked their way under my shirt, gently caressing my skin with light touches that made goosebumps erupt on the stretches of skin. His lips fell gently to my neck, licking lightly before he nibbled slightly; I moaned lightly, feeling my body tingle with a want that I was becoming accustomed to as I leaned back into brushing against his growing erection. His hitched breath met my ears as his fingers ceased their movement on my skin, leaving us in a motionless silence, with the exception of the rise and fall of our breathing.
"You make me happy, Ville," he broke the silence with a whisper in my ear, and my eyes fell closed, his breath on my ear only adding to my growing hardness, his words causing my heart to skip slightly.
"Oh?" I whispered into the air when I realized I hadn't responded. His head moved in a nod, his chin leaning against my neck with varying bits of pressure as he squeezed me with his arms.
"Very."
My mind could find no words that would necessarily further the conversation, so I chose only to move my hand and place it on top of his; his hand lifted and his fingers threaded through mine, fitting in together like a key in al ock.
He let out a sigh; not a sad sigh, but possibly contentment. "Thank you for that."
My heart just fluttered more, and I could only protest, "No, thank you..."
I could feel him shaking his head. "You - "
"Oh, just hush," a laugh fell hesitantly out of my mouth, before I lifted his arm, turning myself to face him, lips meeting in a sweet and unrushed kiss. Our tongues lazily met and lingered; tasting, feeling.
His arm wrapped itself around my waist again, and then I was rolled on top of him, one leg automatically moving to either side of him in a straddle, his hands clasped mine.
Chest to chest, hips to hips, lips to lips.
It can't get better than this.
When our lips parted for only a split second I glimpsed his smile.
"I make you happy too, then?" he questioned playfully, and I only silenced him with a kiss - a way that was certainly becoming routine in an almost frighteningly short amount of time.
And this is how it continued for a short while; we spent hours locked inside the house, tongues dancing together, arms wrapped around each other, hands never wandering below the sweet stretch of skin above the beltline, neither wanting to step over the line that was unspoken.
We were happy, we were together, separate from the rest of the world.
He ignored any and all phone calls, house phone ringer switched off, cell phone tossed to side; he knew eventually this would get attention, he had stated, maybe even worry people... then again, people would expect something like this of him.
An eyebrow had risen at this. "They would expect you to pick up a hooker, buy them clothes, get in a fight with their pimp," at this, he touched his now mostly healed lip, "have them move in with you, and then spend days locked inside your house with them?"
He only nodded, laughing. "Something like that... not that I've done it before," he added quickly when my eyes narrowed suspiciously, pushing a hand through my hair and bring my lips to his, "but really, they wouldn't put anything past me."
The ignored phone calls were enough to quell interrutpions until one day, there was a knock at the door.
Bam had stepped into the shower only minutes before, so as soon as the ring sounded through the house I became worried. "BAM!" I screamed, "Bam!"
I peaked out through the living room curtains to see a blond woman and rather heavyset man standing on the front porch, before running back to the bottom of the stairs. "BAM! Get down here! There's someone at the door!"
I heard a muffled response and panicked slightly. "BAM!"
"Just go answer the damn door! I'll be down in a minute!" I finally heard him yell down the stairs, sounding slightly agitated.
Attempting to soften my breathing, a million questions about Bam's life filtered through my brain.
Did his family and friends know he was gay? Were they used to random people ending up at Bam's house? Were these people his parents? Aunt and uncle?
I stepped towards the door as the doorbell rang again and a heavy knock shook the door slightly. "Bam! C'mon, open up!" the woman called through as my hand fell on the door knob.
No big deal, Ville, I tried to tell myself, just tell them you're...
But I had opened the door to their surprised faces before I had fully thought out what exactly it was that I was going to say.
The woman's eyes were wide with slight shock and confusion, the man looking only politely curious. "Um... hi... uh... is Bam here?" she questioned slowly, peering into the short entrance hall.
"Uhh... yeah," I looked behind me, biting my lip. "He's... in the shower..."
"Oh... okay," she responded, and tried to avert her eyes from looking over me as I turned my head back to face her. "And... who might you be?"
I opened my mouth, then closed it, not sure whether or not to state simply my name, that I was a friend, something more - hell even I didn't know what my title was was.
"I'm - "
"Ape... Phil, this is Ville... my new friend," I breathed a sigh of relief when I felt his presence behind me and his voice cut my necessary explanation short, the accented word throwing me off slightly. "Ville... this is Ape and Phil."
The woman's face broke into a polite smile, before she rolled her eyes and reached out her hand. "Otherwise known as his parents," she explained and I shook her hand and my mouth dropped open slightly.
I'm not ready to meet his parents!
I turned and looked at him with a bit of panic in my eyes, noting he was dressed in only a towel wrapped around his waist, wet hair stuck down to his forehead, a few small curls sticking up, playing off the boyish grin smothering his face. I noted that his eyes shone differently now, with a new personality almost, a forced carefree.
His mother looked us over before she finally questioned, "So... can we come in, or are you going to make us stand out here all day, Bam?"
A/N: It's been awhile, eh? Yeah, I've been busy with work and school - but my last day is tomorrow, so hopefully I should be powering out chapters more quickly. Nervous Ville is the cute, right? Let me know what you thought about this chapter, as usual. =)
Author: war_of_ataraxis
Pairing: Ville/Bam
Rating: PG-13 this chapter, NC-17 later
Summary: Ville is a street whore, running low on business for the night, when a cute guy in a nice car offers to pay him for his company. Ville accepts, and goes home with him - how much does this cute stranger have in mind, and how much is Ville willing to give?
Disclaimer: Do not own, don't sue me, I have no money, and god knows the RIAA wants me more for the 13,000 songs on my computer...
Previous chapters and writing archive found at love_sex_angst
Comfort.
It was not something that I was accustomed to with my meager life. But Bam's life seemed to be immersed in it. Everywhere I looked, everything I touched was comfort. Especially Bam.
We had settled back into his bed, his arms roped around me, and it was sinking in that I was getting used to that word.
Comfort.
His fingers had worked their way under my shirt, gently caressing my skin with light touches that made goosebumps erupt on the stretches of skin. His lips fell gently to my neck, licking lightly before he nibbled slightly; I moaned lightly, feeling my body tingle with a want that I was becoming accustomed to as I leaned back into brushing against his growing erection. His hitched breath met my ears as his fingers ceased their movement on my skin, leaving us in a motionless silence, with the exception of the rise and fall of our breathing.
"You make me happy, Ville," he broke the silence with a whisper in my ear, and my eyes fell closed, his breath on my ear only adding to my growing hardness, his words causing my heart to skip slightly.
"Oh?" I whispered into the air when I realized I hadn't responded. His head moved in a nod, his chin leaning against my neck with varying bits of pressure as he squeezed me with his arms.
"Very."
My mind could find no words that would necessarily further the conversation, so I chose only to move my hand and place it on top of his; his hand lifted and his fingers threaded through mine, fitting in together like a key in al ock.
He let out a sigh; not a sad sigh, but possibly contentment. "Thank you for that."
My heart just fluttered more, and I could only protest, "No, thank you..."
I could feel him shaking his head. "You - "
"Oh, just hush," a laugh fell hesitantly out of my mouth, before I lifted his arm, turning myself to face him, lips meeting in a sweet and unrushed kiss. Our tongues lazily met and lingered; tasting, feeling.
His arm wrapped itself around my waist again, and then I was rolled on top of him, one leg automatically moving to either side of him in a straddle, his hands clasped mine.
Chest to chest, hips to hips, lips to lips.
It can't get better than this.
When our lips parted for only a split second I glimpsed his smile.
"I make you happy too, then?" he questioned playfully, and I only silenced him with a kiss - a way that was certainly becoming routine in an almost frighteningly short amount of time.
And this is how it continued for a short while; we spent hours locked inside the house, tongues dancing together, arms wrapped around each other, hands never wandering below the sweet stretch of skin above the beltline, neither wanting to step over the line that was unspoken.
We were happy, we were together, separate from the rest of the world.
He ignored any and all phone calls, house phone ringer switched off, cell phone tossed to side; he knew eventually this would get attention, he had stated, maybe even worry people... then again, people would expect something like this of him.
An eyebrow had risen at this. "They would expect you to pick up a hooker, buy them clothes, get in a fight with their pimp," at this, he touched his now mostly healed lip, "have them move in with you, and then spend days locked inside your house with them?"
He only nodded, laughing. "Something like that... not that I've done it before," he added quickly when my eyes narrowed suspiciously, pushing a hand through my hair and bring my lips to his, "but really, they wouldn't put anything past me."
The ignored phone calls were enough to quell interrutpions until one day, there was a knock at the door.
Bam had stepped into the shower only minutes before, so as soon as the ring sounded through the house I became worried. "BAM!" I screamed, "Bam!"
I peaked out through the living room curtains to see a blond woman and rather heavyset man standing on the front porch, before running back to the bottom of the stairs. "BAM! Get down here! There's someone at the door!"
I heard a muffled response and panicked slightly. "BAM!"
"Just go answer the damn door! I'll be down in a minute!" I finally heard him yell down the stairs, sounding slightly agitated.
Attempting to soften my breathing, a million questions about Bam's life filtered through my brain.
Did his family and friends know he was gay? Were they used to random people ending up at Bam's house? Were these people his parents? Aunt and uncle?
I stepped towards the door as the doorbell rang again and a heavy knock shook the door slightly. "Bam! C'mon, open up!" the woman called through as my hand fell on the door knob.
No big deal, Ville, I tried to tell myself, just tell them you're...
But I had opened the door to their surprised faces before I had fully thought out what exactly it was that I was going to say.
The woman's eyes were wide with slight shock and confusion, the man looking only politely curious. "Um... hi... uh... is Bam here?" she questioned slowly, peering into the short entrance hall.
"Uhh... yeah," I looked behind me, biting my lip. "He's... in the shower..."
"Oh... okay," she responded, and tried to avert her eyes from looking over me as I turned my head back to face her. "And... who might you be?"
I opened my mouth, then closed it, not sure whether or not to state simply my name, that I was a friend, something more - hell even I didn't know what my title was was.
"I'm - "
"Ape... Phil, this is Ville... my new friend," I breathed a sigh of relief when I felt his presence behind me and his voice cut my necessary explanation short, the accented word throwing me off slightly. "Ville... this is Ape and Phil."
The woman's face broke into a polite smile, before she rolled her eyes and reached out her hand. "Otherwise known as his parents," she explained and I shook her hand and my mouth dropped open slightly.
I'm not ready to meet his parents!
I turned and looked at him with a bit of panic in my eyes, noting he was dressed in only a towel wrapped around his waist, wet hair stuck down to his forehead, a few small curls sticking up, playing off the boyish grin smothering his face. I noted that his eyes shone differently now, with a new personality almost, a forced carefree.
His mother looked us over before she finally questioned, "So... can we come in, or are you going to make us stand out here all day, Bam?"
A/N: It's been awhile, eh? Yeah, I've been busy with work and school - but my last day is tomorrow, so hopefully I should be powering out chapters more quickly. Nervous Ville is the cute, right? Let me know what you thought about this chapter, as usual. =)