Babysitting- Chapter Four
Title: Babysitting
Author: Tia_Maria
Pairing: Vam
Rating: PG-15(for now, hehe)
Disclaimer: Everyone belongs to themselves, if they didn't we sure as hell wouldn't be writing all of this, would we.
Summary: Ville has moved to London and needs to get a part-time job to keep himself afloat while trying to set up his band. He finds the add for a posh family's babysitter and thinks its a good idea. He just doesn't realise that their little 'Bam' is not some sweet six year old, but a hormonal sixteen year old who has scared away his previous minders.
(sorry if u tried to comment before, I accidently disabled them!) x
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
New Chapter;
Note:
Did you see that?
I learned how to do links properly! Uh huh, I did I did I did!
Sorry, you have to understand that for someone who has been previously incapable, it is a very big deal :)
Ok, before I let you get on and read there's just one last thing; Thank you so much to
crimsonyght666 for becoming my beta and making sense of my idiocy!
xxx
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"...What about the rest of your clothes, not shy are you?"
"No, Sir."
"Well then?"
Ville shook his head. There was no way he was doing that. Even if those blue eyes stared at him all day.
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Bam raised an eyebrow, walking towards Ville.
"Or is it because you don't want to admit how turned on you just got from the sight of my naked body?"
"What?" Ville gulped.
The now fully dressed Bam was getting too close, eyes staring into Ville's. If he took another step, he'd be touching Ville's bare body.
"Admit it," Bam poked Ville in the chest, "You were." He scraped his index finger down Ville's chest to his ribs, making the skin under his touch tingle.
Ville was fighting hard to calm his body -any activity down there would spoil his near pretence.
Who was this kid to go around being so cocky anyway? Just because he couldn't say anything else he'd lose his job didn't mean he had to go around picking on him, did it?
Trying in vain to save himself, Ville made his most patronising face.
"Don't be ridiculous, I don't share your gay fantasies."
Bams' eyes flared, "Shut up, I was just kidding with you. Anyway, why shouldn't I, I can do anything I want."
The smaller boy stood, with his defiant blue eyes, hands on his hip glaring.
He was right, Bam Margera could do whatever the fuck he wanted. Ville standing in nothing but his boxers was a prime example of the fact.
"Isn't that right, fag?" Bam taunted.
Ville wanted to strangle him, rip those pretty eyes from his head. Unfortunately he couldn't; he needed this job too badly.
Instead he duly mumbled, "Yes, Sir."
"The dirty tramp understands, that's suprising." He muttered, stalking over to his desk where the computer sat. Ville stood there half naked, debating whether to run away and cry, or find some sharp object and kill the bastard.
"Don't just stand there, put some music on."
He looked hesitantly around the room till he spotted the stereo on a shelf with rows of CD's next to it, he had almost as many as Ville had at home.
The homophobic brat had good taste; Iron Maiden, Sabbath and Sisters of Mercy sprung out to Ville's attention as he scanned the racks.
With a sense of daring, he pulled out the CD from his bag, the one he was waiting to give to a talent scout if he ever found one.
His band.
Buried Alive by Love started to play, Ville watched Bam clicking at his laptop, he didn't seem to notice that this was not one of his CD's. Then again, he had so many, it was probably hard to keep track.
Ville sat on the end of the bed, unsure what he was supposed to do and why he had actually taken his clothes off.
"Bammie darling, Mummy's home!" Called a far-away female voice. Mrs Margera!
Bams' only reaction was to roll his eyes as if uttering a word would be far too taxing.
"Ville? Are you there?" Ville froze- she couldn't see him like this!
"Well put some clothes on and fuck off downstairs already." Spat Bam, angrily eying him over the screen.
Ville scuttled to the radiator and pulled his clothes on in a rush.
They weren't that wet, but certainly not dry.
Smartening his clothes, Ville made his way down the stairs.
Mrs. Margera was rifling through her bag.
"Oh, there you are!" She raised her head sharply as he came clinking down the stairs.
"Was Bam good?"
"Umm yeah, he's a sweet kid." Ville lied. He could tell by the look in her eyes that she knew he was fibbing; still he had to say it. Why would he want to baby-sit a kid that he couldn't stand to be with?
"Yes, Bam is a very nice boy. You're happy to take the job still?"
She saw him hesitate, pulled an un-sealed envelope from her bag and immediately pressed it into his hands. It was full of ten-pound notes.
"Yes, of course."
"Great! Tomorrow then, at three, Bam will have finished with his main tutors and will just have his PE coach coming. You can start then. You do remember you'll be staying overnight during the week, yes?"
"Yes, that's fine."
"Ok, well thank you again for today. I'll see you tomorrow evening."
-
"He's what?!"
"A dirty tramp? What a bastard!"
Migè and Linde stood with matching looks of horror on their faces infront of Ville, slumped on the sofa.
Ville just shook his head and smiled in a way only the condemned can.
Migè threw himself down next to Ville, wincing as the sound of a spring snapping echoed around the small room.
"I've got to do it though, haven't I?" Ville looked to his best friend for confirmation.
"Do you?" Migè scanned his face. He could always answer a question with a question; he should have been a politician.
"The band needs the money."
"Ville, a band is a band, this is your life we're talking about here."
That sentence, it was exactly what dear Jussi had said when Ville told his lover he was moving to London. Migè knew this.
"He was right Ville." He touched Ville' s knee comfortingly.
"No, no he wasn't." he shook his head vehemently, "The band is my life, music is my life and for it I would sacrifice it all."
Linde spoke up this time, "We can only advise you, at the end of the day it is your choice."
"I know. I have agreed to start tomorrow afternoon, so I'll spend the rest of the week there and see you guys on Sunday. If he doesn't improve then maybe I'll look for something else." Ville got up and walked to his and Migès' room with a flounce.
He knew they were just worried for his sanity, but they didn't seem to understand that if it helped the band, Ville would do it in a second.
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This time Ville had to ring the doorbell and wait. He had a small rucksack with him for all of his stuff.
His possessions were in such a sorry state of affairs, that just filling a rucksack had emptied all of his drawers at the flat. He'd only had to pack for four days.
"Baby-sit, you are babysitter?" The older woman had opened the door without him noticing.
Today she was wearing a yellow flowery pinafore and already had his letter in her hands.
Ville sat on the bottom stair and read.
Ville,
Bam will by now be in the garden with his tutor. Your bedroom is the one next to Bams', make yourself at home until Bam is finished. I am not sure when I will be home this evening. The maid will have dinner ready for Bam by six; make sure he is ready for bed by seven thirty please.
April.
Seven thirty? For real? Tuck him up in bed and give him a goodnight kiss?
That could be interesting for the homophobe.
Then a thought struck him.
"Um," he cleared his throat, the maid turned back to him, "Where is Mr. Margera?"
"Mr. Margera?" She smiled crookedly, "Ah, looks like the little boy, very handsome."
"Yes, but where is he?"
"Not live here." She frowned, unable to think of the right words. "Leave, with man. Man friend?"
"Man friend?" Ville was confused, was he on a business trip?
"Yes, man friend, boyfriend. Mrs. Margera not wears ring now."
He let that one sink in as she walked away. Mrs. Margera's husband had left her for his boyfriend?
That would certainly explain a few things, not least Bams' behaviour.
Ville's shoes and the pin he forgot to remove clinked up the stairs.
He could just about hear music coming from Bams' room but he had been told to unpack before dealing with the monster, so that was what he damn well would do.
His room was not as big as Bams', but it also didn't have bunnies on the wall, just a warm cream.
He had no balcony, but there was a soft looking double bed, a desk and a wardrobe with combined chest of drawers.
Then Ville noticed a door to the right of the bed, and en-suite?
He opened the door and switched on the light. It was a bathroom; even the bath had one of those giant shower heads to pummel you early in the morning.
On the side there was a little line of products Ville noticed, then he saw the door.
Directly opposite him was a door matching the one in his bedroom, it was no coincidence he knew.
With a sinking feeling in his stomach, he opened the door.
Ville was met with the sound of his own voice; then he saw the skateboards. It was indeed Bams' room and he still had Villes' CD playing.
Ville wondered if Bam had been informed about the sharing of his bathroom. He wouldn't be pleased about a 'tramp' using his en-suite.
Well, tough shit to him.
-
Hope you like it, con crit. always welcome.
Any requests for what happens next? x
Author: Tia_Maria
Pairing: Vam
Rating: PG-15(for now, hehe)
Disclaimer: Everyone belongs to themselves, if they didn't we sure as hell wouldn't be writing all of this, would we.
Summary: Ville has moved to London and needs to get a part-time job to keep himself afloat while trying to set up his band. He finds the add for a posh family's babysitter and thinks its a good idea. He just doesn't realise that their little 'Bam' is not some sweet six year old, but a hormonal sixteen year old who has scared away his previous minders.
(sorry if u tried to comment before, I accidently disabled them!) x
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
New Chapter;
Note:
Did you see that?
I learned how to do links properly! Uh huh, I did I did I did!
Sorry, you have to understand that for someone who has been previously incapable, it is a very big deal :)
Ok, before I let you get on and read there's just one last thing; Thank you so much to
crimsonyght666 for becoming my beta and making sense of my idiocy!
xxx
- -
"...What about the rest of your clothes, not shy are you?"
"No, Sir."
"Well then?"
Ville shook his head. There was no way he was doing that. Even if those blue eyes stared at him all day.
-
Bam raised an eyebrow, walking towards Ville.
"Or is it because you don't want to admit how turned on you just got from the sight of my naked body?"
"What?" Ville gulped.
The now fully dressed Bam was getting too close, eyes staring into Ville's. If he took another step, he'd be touching Ville's bare body.
"Admit it," Bam poked Ville in the chest, "You were." He scraped his index finger down Ville's chest to his ribs, making the skin under his touch tingle.
Ville was fighting hard to calm his body -any activity down there would spoil his near pretence.
Who was this kid to go around being so cocky anyway? Just because he couldn't say anything else he'd lose his job didn't mean he had to go around picking on him, did it?
Trying in vain to save himself, Ville made his most patronising face.
"Don't be ridiculous, I don't share your gay fantasies."
Bams' eyes flared, "Shut up, I was just kidding with you. Anyway, why shouldn't I, I can do anything I want."
The smaller boy stood, with his defiant blue eyes, hands on his hip glaring.
He was right, Bam Margera could do whatever the fuck he wanted. Ville standing in nothing but his boxers was a prime example of the fact.
"Isn't that right, fag?" Bam taunted.
Ville wanted to strangle him, rip those pretty eyes from his head. Unfortunately he couldn't; he needed this job too badly.
Instead he duly mumbled, "Yes, Sir."
"The dirty tramp understands, that's suprising." He muttered, stalking over to his desk where the computer sat. Ville stood there half naked, debating whether to run away and cry, or find some sharp object and kill the bastard.
"Don't just stand there, put some music on."
He looked hesitantly around the room till he spotted the stereo on a shelf with rows of CD's next to it, he had almost as many as Ville had at home.
The homophobic brat had good taste; Iron Maiden, Sabbath and Sisters of Mercy sprung out to Ville's attention as he scanned the racks.
With a sense of daring, he pulled out the CD from his bag, the one he was waiting to give to a talent scout if he ever found one.
His band.
Buried Alive by Love started to play, Ville watched Bam clicking at his laptop, he didn't seem to notice that this was not one of his CD's. Then again, he had so many, it was probably hard to keep track.
Ville sat on the end of the bed, unsure what he was supposed to do and why he had actually taken his clothes off.
"Bammie darling, Mummy's home!" Called a far-away female voice. Mrs Margera!
Bams' only reaction was to roll his eyes as if uttering a word would be far too taxing.
"Ville? Are you there?" Ville froze- she couldn't see him like this!
"Well put some clothes on and fuck off downstairs already." Spat Bam, angrily eying him over the screen.
Ville scuttled to the radiator and pulled his clothes on in a rush.
They weren't that wet, but certainly not dry.
Smartening his clothes, Ville made his way down the stairs.
Mrs. Margera was rifling through her bag.
"Oh, there you are!" She raised her head sharply as he came clinking down the stairs.
"Was Bam good?"
"Umm yeah, he's a sweet kid." Ville lied. He could tell by the look in her eyes that she knew he was fibbing; still he had to say it. Why would he want to baby-sit a kid that he couldn't stand to be with?
"Yes, Bam is a very nice boy. You're happy to take the job still?"
She saw him hesitate, pulled an un-sealed envelope from her bag and immediately pressed it into his hands. It was full of ten-pound notes.
"Yes, of course."
"Great! Tomorrow then, at three, Bam will have finished with his main tutors and will just have his PE coach coming. You can start then. You do remember you'll be staying overnight during the week, yes?"
"Yes, that's fine."
"Ok, well thank you again for today. I'll see you tomorrow evening."
-
"He's what?!"
"A dirty tramp? What a bastard!"
Migè and Linde stood with matching looks of horror on their faces infront of Ville, slumped on the sofa.
Ville just shook his head and smiled in a way only the condemned can.
Migè threw himself down next to Ville, wincing as the sound of a spring snapping echoed around the small room.
"I've got to do it though, haven't I?" Ville looked to his best friend for confirmation.
"Do you?" Migè scanned his face. He could always answer a question with a question; he should have been a politician.
"The band needs the money."
"Ville, a band is a band, this is your life we're talking about here."
That sentence, it was exactly what dear Jussi had said when Ville told his lover he was moving to London. Migè knew this.
"He was right Ville." He touched Ville' s knee comfortingly.
"No, no he wasn't." he shook his head vehemently, "The band is my life, music is my life and for it I would sacrifice it all."
Linde spoke up this time, "We can only advise you, at the end of the day it is your choice."
"I know. I have agreed to start tomorrow afternoon, so I'll spend the rest of the week there and see you guys on Sunday. If he doesn't improve then maybe I'll look for something else." Ville got up and walked to his and Migès' room with a flounce.
He knew they were just worried for his sanity, but they didn't seem to understand that if it helped the band, Ville would do it in a second.
-
This time Ville had to ring the doorbell and wait. He had a small rucksack with him for all of his stuff.
His possessions were in such a sorry state of affairs, that just filling a rucksack had emptied all of his drawers at the flat. He'd only had to pack for four days.
"Baby-sit, you are babysitter?" The older woman had opened the door without him noticing.
Today she was wearing a yellow flowery pinafore and already had his letter in her hands.
Ville sat on the bottom stair and read.
Ville,
Bam will by now be in the garden with his tutor. Your bedroom is the one next to Bams', make yourself at home until Bam is finished. I am not sure when I will be home this evening. The maid will have dinner ready for Bam by six; make sure he is ready for bed by seven thirty please.
April.
Seven thirty? For real? Tuck him up in bed and give him a goodnight kiss?
That could be interesting for the homophobe.
Then a thought struck him.
"Um," he cleared his throat, the maid turned back to him, "Where is Mr. Margera?"
"Mr. Margera?" She smiled crookedly, "Ah, looks like the little boy, very handsome."
"Yes, but where is he?"
"Not live here." She frowned, unable to think of the right words. "Leave, with man. Man friend?"
"Man friend?" Ville was confused, was he on a business trip?
"Yes, man friend, boyfriend. Mrs. Margera not wears ring now."
He let that one sink in as she walked away. Mrs. Margera's husband had left her for his boyfriend?
That would certainly explain a few things, not least Bams' behaviour.
Ville's shoes and the pin he forgot to remove clinked up the stairs.
He could just about hear music coming from Bams' room but he had been told to unpack before dealing with the monster, so that was what he damn well would do.
His room was not as big as Bams', but it also didn't have bunnies on the wall, just a warm cream.
He had no balcony, but there was a soft looking double bed, a desk and a wardrobe with combined chest of drawers.
Then Ville noticed a door to the right of the bed, and en-suite?
He opened the door and switched on the light. It was a bathroom; even the bath had one of those giant shower heads to pummel you early in the morning.
On the side there was a little line of products Ville noticed, then he saw the door.
Directly opposite him was a door matching the one in his bedroom, it was no coincidence he knew.
With a sinking feeling in his stomach, he opened the door.
Ville was met with the sound of his own voice; then he saw the skateboards. It was indeed Bams' room and he still had Villes' CD playing.
Ville wondered if Bam had been informed about the sharing of his bathroom. He wouldn't be pleased about a 'tramp' using his en-suite.
Well, tough shit to him.
-
Hope you like it, con crit. always welcome.
Any requests for what happens next? x