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Title: I’m Not Gonna Tell Anyone
Pairing: Ville Valo/Bam Margera
Rating: PG
Genre: Comedy
Word Count: 647
Summary: Ville comes home to find a strange, amusing sight. It’s stupid, but it might be worth a laugh?
Disclaimer: Do not own anything. Well I do own a copy of the song in this story, but who doesn’t have BSB on their computer? Oh, a lot of people? Whoops.
Writing journal found at love_sex_angst
You people have been dramatic lately. Let’s er’body chill, now, ya’ll.
Tension breaker time =)
Bam was a weird soul.
You could tell by looking and listening to him that he was not exactly normal, but you see, there was much more behind those bright blue eyes than you would assume - a lot more weirdness that showed only when he was left alone.
And I’m not talking about late night masturbations to blaring HIM records - because really, everybody knew about that. It was the running joke in the house during parties, even though Bam would blatantly deny it, all the while staring at Ville’s gorgeous laughing face.
They all knew, and really he didn’t care, as long as he denied it. But he had another secret that would probably make him the laughing stock of the entire household.
There was a reason nobody was allowed to go to the very back pages of the jukebox records; most assumed it was empty, as it was behind several empty sleeves, but Ville had figured that there was something more to it as one time Bam had caught him lazily flicking through the empty pages out of boredom and had freaked out on him. Another time he had pushed in random numbers and a soft… poppy song had begun blaring through the house, Bam immediately flying from his room to unplug the jukebox, and then silence Ville’s questions with deep kisses.
Still, the thought eventually faded from Ville’s mind, as the jukebox was not his major concern between his touring schedule and the kinky sex he and Bam seemed to always be involved in. It faded from his mind, until one day, as he approached the door of the seemingly almost empty house, he heard strange… music.
And a strange, screechy voice coming from inside that was unmistakable.
Bam was singing.
Ville slowly opened the door, sneaking inside as quietly as he could, which was almost unnecessary as to the loudness of the jukebox. The name of “Death Metal Jukebox” by blown by the sounds that filtered through the air, reaching Ville’s amazed and soon to be wounded ears.
“Am I original? Yeeeeaaah. Am I the only one? Yeeeeeeaaah. Am I sexual? Yeeeeeaah. Am I everything you need? You better rock your body now!”
Ville collapsed against the wall in silent giggles, peaking into the living room to see Bam doing a mangled Thriller style dance, jumping onto the sofa and then off again as he practically screamed the catch phrase. “Backstreet’s back, ALRIGHT!”
Finally, he couldn’t hold it in anymore and a huge, choking laugh escaped his throat and Bam stopped in the midst of his ‘dance’, turning with wide eyes to see his lover leaning against the wall, laughing so hard tears had begun to glisten at the corners of his eyes.
His mouth fell open and he stood shocked and unmoving for a moment before he ran to the jukebox, slamming his palm down on random buttons until a heavier song came on.
“I - I… I don’t know what that was,” he tried to cover, and once again Ville started cracking up.
“Are you sure, Bam-Bam?” Ville questioned gently. “You seemed to know exactly what it was; you were singing and dancing and everything.”
“I was not dancing,” Bam scowled then, “Or singing!”
Ville chuckled and shook his head, walking into the room and wrapping his arms around his pouting boyfriend. It took a minute, but Bam finally relaxed and wrapped his arms around Ville.
“You’re not gonna tell anyone are you?” he asked quietly.
Another laugh came from Ville.
“Oh, sweetheart, I’m not going to tell anyone…” he smirked evilly as he heard Bam sigh in relief. “I’m going to tell everyone.”
So, uh, this is by far the stupidest thing I’ve written in a while. I feel we needed a tension breaker from the drama, and well, I find the idea of Bam dancing to the Backstreet Boys endearing. =)
Pairing: Ville Valo/Bam Margera
Rating: PG
Genre: Comedy
Word Count: 647
Summary: Ville comes home to find a strange, amusing sight. It’s stupid, but it might be worth a laugh?
Disclaimer: Do not own anything. Well I do own a copy of the song in this story, but who doesn’t have BSB on their computer? Oh, a lot of people? Whoops.
Writing journal found at love_sex_angst
You people have been dramatic lately. Let’s er’body chill, now, ya’ll.
Tension breaker time =)
Bam was a weird soul.
You could tell by looking and listening to him that he was not exactly normal, but you see, there was much more behind those bright blue eyes than you would assume - a lot more weirdness that showed only when he was left alone.
And I’m not talking about late night masturbations to blaring HIM records - because really, everybody knew about that. It was the running joke in the house during parties, even though Bam would blatantly deny it, all the while staring at Ville’s gorgeous laughing face.
They all knew, and really he didn’t care, as long as he denied it. But he had another secret that would probably make him the laughing stock of the entire household.
There was a reason nobody was allowed to go to the very back pages of the jukebox records; most assumed it was empty, as it was behind several empty sleeves, but Ville had figured that there was something more to it as one time Bam had caught him lazily flicking through the empty pages out of boredom and had freaked out on him. Another time he had pushed in random numbers and a soft… poppy song had begun blaring through the house, Bam immediately flying from his room to unplug the jukebox, and then silence Ville’s questions with deep kisses.
Still, the thought eventually faded from Ville’s mind, as the jukebox was not his major concern between his touring schedule and the kinky sex he and Bam seemed to always be involved in. It faded from his mind, until one day, as he approached the door of the seemingly almost empty house, he heard strange… music.
And a strange, screechy voice coming from inside that was unmistakable.
Bam was singing.
Ville slowly opened the door, sneaking inside as quietly as he could, which was almost unnecessary as to the loudness of the jukebox. The name of “Death Metal Jukebox” by blown by the sounds that filtered through the air, reaching Ville’s amazed and soon to be wounded ears.
“Am I original? Yeeeeaaah. Am I the only one? Yeeeeeeaaah. Am I sexual? Yeeeeeaah. Am I everything you need? You better rock your body now!”
Ville collapsed against the wall in silent giggles, peaking into the living room to see Bam doing a mangled Thriller style dance, jumping onto the sofa and then off again as he practically screamed the catch phrase. “Backstreet’s back, ALRIGHT!”
Finally, he couldn’t hold it in anymore and a huge, choking laugh escaped his throat and Bam stopped in the midst of his ‘dance’, turning with wide eyes to see his lover leaning against the wall, laughing so hard tears had begun to glisten at the corners of his eyes.
His mouth fell open and he stood shocked and unmoving for a moment before he ran to the jukebox, slamming his palm down on random buttons until a heavier song came on.
“I - I… I don’t know what that was,” he tried to cover, and once again Ville started cracking up.
“Are you sure, Bam-Bam?” Ville questioned gently. “You seemed to know exactly what it was; you were singing and dancing and everything.”
“I was not dancing,” Bam scowled then, “Or singing!”
Ville chuckled and shook his head, walking into the room and wrapping his arms around his pouting boyfriend. It took a minute, but Bam finally relaxed and wrapped his arms around Ville.
“You’re not gonna tell anyone are you?” he asked quietly.
Another laugh came from Ville.
“Oh, sweetheart, I’m not going to tell anyone…” he smirked evilly as he heard Bam sigh in relief. “I’m going to tell everyone.”
So, uh, this is by far the stupidest thing I’ve written in a while. I feel we needed a tension breaker from the drama, and well, I find the idea of Bam dancing to the Backstreet Boys endearing. =)