yelling at the christmas tree
This is a christmas present for my soulmate karinvam and we agreed that once she'd read it i could post it so here it is!!! the title is a song by billy idol.
RATING- R
PAIRING- vam
DISCLAIMER- only in my dreams do i own them!
"Bam, what are you doing?!" Ville laughed. Bam had invited him to stay at his over christmas as he didn't have enough time off to fly over to Finland. He'd made his own way to castle Bam and upon entering the lounge he found Bam sitting cross legged, his shirt off with a bottle of Jack Daniels staring at an undecorated christmas tree.
"I'm waiting for inspiration." Bam replied before realizing just who he was talking to.
"Willa!" He exclaimed happily, throwing himself at the older man and embracing him tightly. "When did you get here? And why didn't you call me? I could have picked you up from the airport."
Ville returned the hug, Bam's enthusiasm already making him happier. "The cab has just dropped me off, I didn't want to be annoying and ask you to collect me."
"Ville you're never an annoyance, trust me." Bam said sincerely, reluctantly breaking away from the hug.
"So, how long have you been waiting for inspiration to strike?" Asked Ville in amusement.
"Uh, about two hours." Bam confessed sheepishly. "The guys are spending christmas in Brazil for some reason and Ape and Phil have gone to vist the grandparents and won't be back until tomorrow. I don't know why they left decorating the tree until christmas eveanyway but now I have to do it and I've got no artistic ability at all."
Bam sighed heavily and put on his best puppy dog face that he'd learned from Ville. "Willa, I need your help."
It seemed to work as Ville rolled his eyes in defeat. "Fine. I'll help you decorate the tree but you have to share the alcohol."
Bam grinned as he ran down to the pirate bar, coming back with several more bottles. "Here you go, now lets get this fucking thing decorated."
Now, as everybody knows, if you mix men, alcohol and a christmas tree, something is going to eventually go wrong. And in this case it came in the form of the star at the top of the tree.
The tree was finally done apart from the decoration at the top and both men were completely drunk by this time.
"Bam, what do you want at the top? A fairy or a star?" Ville slurred.
"A star cos fairies are dumb!" Bam giggled. "You put it on cos you're taller than me."
"Even I can't reach." Ville complained. "It's your fault for having such a big one."
"EXCUSE ME?!" Bam choked.
"The tree, Bammie, I was talking about the tree." Ville explained slowly like he was talking to a three year old.
"Oops sorry! Hey I've got an idea. You climb up onto my shoulders and then you'll be able to reach."
Ville clambered onto Bam's shoulders with a lot of difficulty and they drunkenly made their way over to the tree. Alot of stumbling and near misses of knocking it over, they finally managed to get the star up. Proud of themsleves in a way that only the truly drunk can be, they stodd and admired their achievement for a minute until Bam's shoulders started to ache.
He walked over to the couch and started to lower Ville onto it. Unfortunately, neither of them had any balance and they ended up falling backwards resulting in Ville's face getting up close and personal with the back of Bam's skull.
"Ow, Bammie." Ville pouted.
Bam quickly turned over so he was facing Ville, anxious to make sure he hadn't hurt his idol, best friend and secret crush. "Are you ok Ville?"
"I'm fine sweetheart don't worry."
Ville smiled up at him and Bam suddenly realized the position they were in. His face turned red and he scrambled off Ville and into a sitting position.
"What's wrong Bammie?" Ville asked concerned.
"Nothing, I'm just craving ice cream." Bam said, getting up.
"Why do you always want ice cream when you're drunk?" Ville laughed
"I'm not drunk." Bam said indignantly, already heading for the kitchen. "You are." The statement would have had a lot more impact if he hadn't walked into the door at that point.
"You're druuuunk!" Ville sing songed childishly. He followed Bam into the kitchen where he was already pulling out two tubs of chocolate brownie ice cream, two spoons and a bottle of chocolate syrup. They walked back to the lounge together and Bam handed Ville a spoon and one of the tubs thankful that the teasing seemed to have stopped. Or at least, it was until Bam overbalanced and fell backwards off the sofa causing Ville to cry with laughter.
"Bambam's drunk, Bambam's drunk, Bambam's ....." Ville's little chant came to an abrupt halt as a large blob of ice cream hit him in the chest. He looked up to see Bam's face lit up with a mischievous grin, holding his spoon like a sling shot.
"You little shit!" Ville exclaimed, quickly taking off his shirt. "This is new, I don't want it covered in ice cream."
"Sorry dude, I'll put it in the laundry for you." Bam said, his smile fading. He hadn't wanted to upset Ville, he'd only been playing. All of a sudden something cold hit the side of his face. He heard Ville giggling insanely and he put his hand up to his cheek to find ice cream dripping down his face.
Bam had to laugh. "You asshole! I thought you were mad at me!"
"I could never be mad at you darling ." Ville said overdramatically, throwing his hands up which caused another spoonful of ice cream to go flying across the room.
"Shut up- nidiot!" Bam said and collapsed into giggles when Ville looked at him, mouth agape in mock horror.
"Dumbass" He retorted
"Asshole"
"Fucker"
"Cock sucker"
"You wish"
Ice cream was flying everywhere as their verbal sparring was joined by a food fight. The ice cream tubs were soon emptied and Bam's eyes fell on the bottle of syrup. He leaned over and reached for it only to find himself being knocked backwards as Ville tried to grab it.
They wrestled for it, each trying desperately to beat the other, the melting ice cream on their bare torso's making their bodies slide together. It was inevitable that Bam would win considering that he had more muscle thanks to skating constantly and that he wasn't a chain smoking asthmatic so it wasn't long before he had Ville pinned to the floor completely unable to move.
He went to make a joke about being stronger than Ville but he suddenly found his breath catching in his throat. The man of his dreams was laying underneath him shirtless, covered in melted ice cream, looking like he'd just had the best sex of his life (thanks to the wrestling) and looking up at him with huge green eyes.
The cpoious amount of alcohol in his system giving him courage, he opened the bottle and drizzled the sticky sauce over Ville's chest. He lowered his head and started to lap at the chocolate, enjoying Ville's whimper of suprise and pleasure as he flicked his tongue over his sensitive nipples.
Ville's back arched on reflex, bringing his body closer to Bam's greedy tongue. "Bam, what are you doing?" He gasped out.
Bam lifted his head to look Ville in the eyes, his lips covered in the syrup and Ville fought the urge to lick it off. It wasn't the first time he'd thought of Bam like that but it was the first time Bam had shown any interest in him.
"Well, I brought the syrup through to have on my ice cream but since it's your fault that I don't have any, I thought I'd see if it tasted just as good on you." He didn't give Ville a chance to reply before going back to his task, allowing his tongue to lap up the drops along the waistband of Ville's low cut jeans.
"Bam...fuck." Ville hissed, and Bam grinned against his skin.
"Ok, if you insist." He quickly undid Ville's jeans and pulled them off along with his boxers before Ville could protest- not that he would, he was too far gone by now.
"Turn over." Bam whispered seductively.
Ville did as he was told, shivering slightly in anticipation as he got on his hands and knees. He could feel the chocolate being trailed down his back and Bam's tongue following after it. He froze as he felt the same substance being dripped into the crease of his ass.
Ville jolted forward as Bam's teeth sunk into the firm cheek, hurting just enough to turn him on but before he could vocalize his appreciation, to hands were on him and a tongue was thrust deep inside him, cleaning out the syrup but staying long after it had all gone, until Ville was panting and begging for more. Bam quickly coated his length in the remaining syrup and positioned himself at Ville's entrance.
"You taste so much better than chocolate"
Bam eased himself into the willing body, not giving Ville a chance to reply to the odd compliment. He stilled for a moment to let Ville get used to the intrusion but Ville didn't let him stay still for long. He
Bam wrapped his arm around Ville's waist pulling him closer to him and drawing him in deeper, and enjoying Ville's cries of pleasure every time he hit his prostate. Bam wrapped his hand around Ville's weeping cock, jacking him off, wanting them to cum at the same time.
"Cum for me" Bam panted. He moved his hand faster on Ville's length as he felt himself getting close. He moaned loudly, feeling Ville's muscles clench around him, and he came harder than he ever had before. "God Ville, I love you." The feeling of Bam's hand tightening on his cock sent Ville over the edge as he screaming Bam's name.
They managed to stumble up the stairs and collapse into Bam's bed, the alcohol and physical exhaustion of their activities making them tired. The last thing Ville registered before he succumbed to sleep was Bam's bright blue eyes staring back at him lovingly.
Bam woke the next morning to a sick feeling and a foul headache. He stumbled blindly into the bathroom and threw up what felt like everything he'd ever digested before brushing his teeth and taking two asprin. He went back into his bedroom and froze in shock as he saw something he'd missed before. Ville was asleep in his bed.
That in itself wasn't unusual, Ville always ended up sleeping in Bam's bed, but this time Bam had been naked when he got up and he could tell by the way the sheets were precariously hanging off the Finn's hips that Ville was naked as well. He stood staring at the vision of perfection in his bed and the thing that bothered him the most was that all he wanted to do was get back into the bed and cuddle up to Ville.
After a few minutes of internal debate and his pounding head complaining about being awake, he cautiously crept back to the bed and slid under the covers, closing his eyes and trying not to focus on the man next to him and what could have happened between them the night before. He'd lain there for about fifteen minutes when Ville started to stir.
Bam's first thought was to run but he knew Ville would see him so he stayed where he was and pretended to be waking up at the same time so he wouldn't have to explain why he was awake but still in bed with him. He nervously opened his eyes to see Ville staring at him with an unreadable expression on his face.
"Bam, do you remember anything that happened last night?" He croaked out.
"No, nothing." Bam replied honestly. "But we were really drunk, maybe we just played strip poker or something. It doesn't mean something happened."
"Uh, Bammie..." Ville hesitated, unsure of how to tell Bam without the skater freaking out. "My ass is really sore and it wasn't before we got drunk." He bit his lip as he waited for Bam to catch on. It didn't take long.
"OH MY GOD. Fucking hell. You think I fucked you? That's weird, I always thought that it would be you fucking me."
"Yeah it seems like... what?" Ville finally registered what Bam had said. "You've thought about us fucking?"
"N...no." Bam stuttered cursing himself for slipping up about his feelings in front of the vey man he had them for. "I meant if I had to think about it...which I don't...which is good...." He rambled. Suddenly he stopped, looking at Ville strangely. "What's that on your chest?"
"That would be chocolate syrup." Ville replied trying to hide a grin.
"Chocolate....?" The memories of the night before came flooding back to Bam making him moan aloud with half embarassment and half arousal. "Oh fuck." He groaned
"Yep you did!" Ville chuckled, no longer able to hide his amusement.
"You remember?" Bam asked incredulously
"Of course I do. I may get hangovers but I always remember what I did when I was drunk, although sometimes that can be a bad thing." He cringed at some of the things he remembered doing while intoxicated.
"Why are you still here then? If you remember, why aren't you punching me and telling me you hate me?"
"If you really want me to then I will but I'd rather not. Would you hate me very much if I told you that getting to be with you like that, even if it was just for one night, was the best christmas present I could ever have gotten?"
Bam's eyes flew back to Ville's form in shocked hope. Ville was staring at his hands intently like his nail polish was the most fascinating thing in the world.
"I could never hate you. So I'm hoping this means you won't hate me when I tell you that you're the only person I ever wanted. As soon as I met you I knew that. It's why I kept putting off the wedding with Missy until she got fed up and left me, I couldn't marry her when I love you."
"You love me?"
It was Bam's turn to find his hands interesting. "Yeah. I'm sorry if that bothers you but I do, I love you so fucking much that it hurts to breathe when you're not near me."
Bam's confession left tears in Ville's emerald eyes. "I love you too Bammie, more than you'll ever know."
Bam looked up at him, his eye's wide with hope and Ville captured his lips in a kiss that left both their hearts racing.
"I love you." He whispered againt the skaters kiss-swollen lips. They lay down, limbs entangled together and their faces only inches apart, just enjoying being close to each other until the perfect silence was shattered.
"OH MY GOD. WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED IN HERE? THERE'S ICECREAM ALL OVER THE LOUNGE."
"I guess Ape's home!" Ville laughed. "Should we go down there?"
"No. She's not ruining my perfect christmas." He pulled the taller man closer to him so their lips were ghosting over each others. "Merry christmas Willa."
"Merry christmas sweetheart."