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Do It Like A Whore (Just Business) Chapter 13
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
I watched his parents retreat down the hall, and towards the living room, before I turned on Bam, who was closing the door.
"Bam! I'm not ready - for this!" I stuttered at him and he just smiled a cocky smile and shook his head, pulling me into a brief hug.
"Sweetie, don't worry about it..." he fingers ghosted over my lower back and I bit my lip. "Just... play along with everything."
I blinked at him, then looked back down the hall where I could hear Ape and Phil's voices. "Play along?"
Play along?
"Yeah... you know... just agree with - "
"I know what play along means Bam, I was a fucking whore! ‘Just play along, moan like you're a girl.' ‘Just play along like I'm the sexiest person you've ever fucked.'" I whispered angrily, my eyes clouding over, and his smile fell.
"Ville - "
"No! What exactly am I playing along with? Huh?" even I was surprised by the anger that had wormed its way into my voice. "Do they not know that you like boys, Bam? Is that what I'm playing along with? Or do they know, but you just don't want them to know that you're with me, so I'm just supposed to play along like we're just friends, and all this shit hasn't happened?"
I regretted my words almost immediately, the way his eyes fell closed and he leaned against the wall. I could tell he was frustrated and conflicted, but inside I was ready to cry, and just leave. I was so tired of always playing along with everything in life - I thought now things were supposed to change.
"Ville... it's just... I don't know how to tell them... that... you know - "
"You don't have to tell them that I was a whore, Bam!" I looked down the hall.
"No, it's not that, its just I don't know how - they've never even met you... and you're - you're living with me and I just - " the outwardly so confident Bam was failing at how to tell his parents something about us. I didn't know how to take this.
"Bam... just... whatever, fine, I'll play along..." I finally granted him to spare any more of this painful conversation, as April's voice trailed to our ears from the living room. "But... not forever. You can't do that to me."
I locked eyes with him, and he leaned forward to press a kiss to me lips. "I would never do that," he whispered against my lips in a sad but reassuring tone. "I would never - just... I can't do it right now. I know you don't understand, but - "
"It doesn't matter if I understand; it's what you want to do, so just do it."
His eyes were not leaving mine, and his lip was pulled into his mouth, the small cut still barely visible, as was his lightly bruised eye. Then he just nodded and turned off toward the living room and his parents, and I followed closely behind him.
My eyes shifted over his parents nervously as I settled onto an armchair, hands folding in my lap, forcing a faulty smile as Bam settled into an armchair on the other side of the couch from me. April didn't miss a beat in started the awkward questioning.
"So, Ville, how long have you known Bam?" she asked, a bright smile taking over her face as her eyes moved from Bam to I.
"Uhh..."
"I just met him like a few days ago," Bam interrupted me; "he's a cool guy. Met him at a bar down on Newman's Street."
"Oh," April continued smiling, nodding like Bam meeting friends in a bar was a common occurrence.
For all I knew, it was.
"Did you grow up around here?" she questioned.
"Uh," rather than explain all of my past, I opted for a simpler answer. "Yeah, I've lived here for as long as I can remember," I smiled, hoping it would please her, and it did. She just nodded and turned to interrogate Bam. Relieved to be lifted of focus, I sighed and settled back into my seat, looking away awkwardly when I noticed Phil's eyes resting on me in a questioning manner.
I shifted uncomfortably as I watched them continue their random discussions; finally I gave up trying to sit there as Bam made up long stories about what he had been doing for the past few days and what had happened to his eye and lip as April's eyes rested on him in disbelief and excused myself to the bathroom.
The room went silent as I left, and I knew that as soon as I was gone I would once again be the center of discussion, this time without me there.
Curiousity, of course, got the best of me, and I leaned against the wall just outside the door to listen to what they had to say even though I knew it was wrong and I half feared what might come.
The lag between my exit and the intent questioning of Bam was very short.
"So, Bam, what's the deal with this guy? Is he living here?" April automatically asked, and I could almost visualize her gesturing toward the door that I had disappeared through.
"Well... yeah, sorta. I just kinda met him, he seemed like a cool guy, you know? Needed a place to stay..."
"He does seem nice, Bam, but you can't just take in random guys you meet!" she protested, and I heard Phil clear his throat in an unsure manner.
"Well, it's not like he's dangerous, Ape."
"But - "
"Mom, trust me I can take care of myself," I heard Bam protest in an aggravated manner. "What, do you think he's going to kill me in my sleep, cause I'm very sure that ain't gonna happen."
There was silence.
"So, he's just your friend, right Bam?"
The question hit me like a ton of bricks, and my breath caught in my throat, I would not have expected that question to come up like that, and apparently neither did Bam judging by the silence he allowed to fill the room before Phil cut in.
"April, I don't really think that that's our business. You know Bam, if he's got something to say, he'll say it. Always has."
More silence, and finally I couldn't bare it any longer and moved back into the room, automatically to my chair, in an attempt to cut the suspense that was plaguing my mind. A glance at Bam told me he was thankful that I had cut off the questioning, which, judging by the look on April's face, she did not intend on continuing.
Instead she stood up, the smile plastered on her face, "Well, it's good to see you're still alive there Bam," she gestured him up and hugged him tightly. "And it was nice to meet you Ville," she nodded to me, a motion I returned as Phil shook my hand before moving to hug Bam. "Next time don't disappear - I don't need thousands of phone calls from your friends wondering where the hell you are!"
Bam and I both laughed and followed them out the door, closing it quickly once they had climbed into a purple car with a final wave. As soon as we were out of view, Bam leaned against the door, staring at the floor. I simply stood there, waiting for him to say something.
But he didn't speak, instead he just reached out to grasp my hand and pulled me into a hug, sighing into my shoulder as he ran his fingers over my back in slow circles.
"Bam?" I finally asked, pulling back and looking at him; he lifted confused looking eyes to meet mine, I faltered for a second before finally asking: "They don't know, do they?"
He shook his head and looked down at the ground. "They suspect, but I haven't admitted to anything... I don't... how the fuck could I tell them something like that, after twenty-six fucking years?"
"I don't know... just tell them? They seem like they'd understand, especially Phil, I mean he seemed - "
"It's not that simple, though, Ville! I have a career, friends, a whole life, everything would change," his eyes were clouded with a sad attempt at suppressed fear. "Everything would change..." His head fell back to my shoulder, and I didn't know what else to do other than to wrap my arms around him and hold him tight, until a muffled sentence caught my ears and I pulled back.
"What?" I questioned and he shook his head.
"It's just... how can I tell them that I just figured it out less than a year ago?"
I know, I know, horrible place to leave off, huh? Drama, blahblah. No fluff, no smut, really, there's no reason to read this is there! Haha. Well, even I kinda can't leave it hanging here, so I guess I'm going to go work on writing up some more now. ^.^ Maybe if you guys are realllly lucky there will be a new chapter tomorrow since I'm off then as well. =) Cause you know you loved the oh so cliché fact that Bam hasn't come out to his parents, of course.
Leave some reviews and tell me some things about my story! What do you like? What don't you like? What kind of stuff would you like to see in this? Do you think Ville's character is wavering too much? Let me know.
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
I watched his parents retreat down the hall, and towards the living room, before I turned on Bam, who was closing the door.
"Bam! I'm not ready - for this!" I stuttered at him and he just smiled a cocky smile and shook his head, pulling me into a brief hug.
"Sweetie, don't worry about it..." he fingers ghosted over my lower back and I bit my lip. "Just... play along with everything."
I blinked at him, then looked back down the hall where I could hear Ape and Phil's voices. "Play along?"
Play along?
"Yeah... you know... just agree with - "
"I know what play along means Bam, I was a fucking whore! ‘Just play along, moan like you're a girl.' ‘Just play along like I'm the sexiest person you've ever fucked.'" I whispered angrily, my eyes clouding over, and his smile fell.
"Ville - "
"No! What exactly am I playing along with? Huh?" even I was surprised by the anger that had wormed its way into my voice. "Do they not know that you like boys, Bam? Is that what I'm playing along with? Or do they know, but you just don't want them to know that you're with me, so I'm just supposed to play along like we're just friends, and all this shit hasn't happened?"
I regretted my words almost immediately, the way his eyes fell closed and he leaned against the wall. I could tell he was frustrated and conflicted, but inside I was ready to cry, and just leave. I was so tired of always playing along with everything in life - I thought now things were supposed to change.
"Ville... it's just... I don't know how to tell them... that... you know - "
"You don't have to tell them that I was a whore, Bam!" I looked down the hall.
"No, it's not that, its just I don't know how - they've never even met you... and you're - you're living with me and I just - " the outwardly so confident Bam was failing at how to tell his parents something about us. I didn't know how to take this.
"Bam... just... whatever, fine, I'll play along..." I finally granted him to spare any more of this painful conversation, as April's voice trailed to our ears from the living room. "But... not forever. You can't do that to me."
I locked eyes with him, and he leaned forward to press a kiss to me lips. "I would never do that," he whispered against my lips in a sad but reassuring tone. "I would never - just... I can't do it right now. I know you don't understand, but - "
"It doesn't matter if I understand; it's what you want to do, so just do it."
His eyes were not leaving mine, and his lip was pulled into his mouth, the small cut still barely visible, as was his lightly bruised eye. Then he just nodded and turned off toward the living room and his parents, and I followed closely behind him.
My eyes shifted over his parents nervously as I settled onto an armchair, hands folding in my lap, forcing a faulty smile as Bam settled into an armchair on the other side of the couch from me. April didn't miss a beat in started the awkward questioning.
"So, Ville, how long have you known Bam?" she asked, a bright smile taking over her face as her eyes moved from Bam to I.
"Uhh..."
"I just met him like a few days ago," Bam interrupted me; "he's a cool guy. Met him at a bar down on Newman's Street."
"Oh," April continued smiling, nodding like Bam meeting friends in a bar was a common occurrence.
For all I knew, it was.
"Did you grow up around here?" she questioned.
"Uh," rather than explain all of my past, I opted for a simpler answer. "Yeah, I've lived here for as long as I can remember," I smiled, hoping it would please her, and it did. She just nodded and turned to interrogate Bam. Relieved to be lifted of focus, I sighed and settled back into my seat, looking away awkwardly when I noticed Phil's eyes resting on me in a questioning manner.
I shifted uncomfortably as I watched them continue their random discussions; finally I gave up trying to sit there as Bam made up long stories about what he had been doing for the past few days and what had happened to his eye and lip as April's eyes rested on him in disbelief and excused myself to the bathroom.
The room went silent as I left, and I knew that as soon as I was gone I would once again be the center of discussion, this time without me there.
Curiousity, of course, got the best of me, and I leaned against the wall just outside the door to listen to what they had to say even though I knew it was wrong and I half feared what might come.
The lag between my exit and the intent questioning of Bam was very short.
"So, Bam, what's the deal with this guy? Is he living here?" April automatically asked, and I could almost visualize her gesturing toward the door that I had disappeared through.
"Well... yeah, sorta. I just kinda met him, he seemed like a cool guy, you know? Needed a place to stay..."
"He does seem nice, Bam, but you can't just take in random guys you meet!" she protested, and I heard Phil clear his throat in an unsure manner.
"Well, it's not like he's dangerous, Ape."
"But - "
"Mom, trust me I can take care of myself," I heard Bam protest in an aggravated manner. "What, do you think he's going to kill me in my sleep, cause I'm very sure that ain't gonna happen."
There was silence.
"So, he's just your friend, right Bam?"
The question hit me like a ton of bricks, and my breath caught in my throat, I would not have expected that question to come up like that, and apparently neither did Bam judging by the silence he allowed to fill the room before Phil cut in.
"April, I don't really think that that's our business. You know Bam, if he's got something to say, he'll say it. Always has."
More silence, and finally I couldn't bare it any longer and moved back into the room, automatically to my chair, in an attempt to cut the suspense that was plaguing my mind. A glance at Bam told me he was thankful that I had cut off the questioning, which, judging by the look on April's face, she did not intend on continuing.
Instead she stood up, the smile plastered on her face, "Well, it's good to see you're still alive there Bam," she gestured him up and hugged him tightly. "And it was nice to meet you Ville," she nodded to me, a motion I returned as Phil shook my hand before moving to hug Bam. "Next time don't disappear - I don't need thousands of phone calls from your friends wondering where the hell you are!"
Bam and I both laughed and followed them out the door, closing it quickly once they had climbed into a purple car with a final wave. As soon as we were out of view, Bam leaned against the door, staring at the floor. I simply stood there, waiting for him to say something.
But he didn't speak, instead he just reached out to grasp my hand and pulled me into a hug, sighing into my shoulder as he ran his fingers over my back in slow circles.
"Bam?" I finally asked, pulling back and looking at him; he lifted confused looking eyes to meet mine, I faltered for a second before finally asking: "They don't know, do they?"
He shook his head and looked down at the ground. "They suspect, but I haven't admitted to anything... I don't... how the fuck could I tell them something like that, after twenty-six fucking years?"
"I don't know... just tell them? They seem like they'd understand, especially Phil, I mean he seemed - "
"It's not that simple, though, Ville! I have a career, friends, a whole life, everything would change," his eyes were clouded with a sad attempt at suppressed fear. "Everything would change..." His head fell back to my shoulder, and I didn't know what else to do other than to wrap my arms around him and hold him tight, until a muffled sentence caught my ears and I pulled back.
"What?" I questioned and he shook his head.
"It's just... how can I tell them that I just figured it out less than a year ago?"
I know, I know, horrible place to leave off, huh? Drama, blahblah. No fluff, no smut, really, there's no reason to read this is there! Haha. Well, even I kinda can't leave it hanging here, so I guess I'm going to go work on writing up some more now. ^.^ Maybe if you guys are realllly lucky there will be a new chapter tomorrow since I'm off then as well. =) Cause you know you loved the oh so cliché fact that Bam hasn't come out to his parents, of course.
Leave some reviews and tell me some things about my story! What do you like? What don't you like? What kind of stuff would you like to see in this? Do you think Ville's character is wavering too much? Let me know.