Babysitting
Author: Tia_Maria
Pairing: Vam
Rating: currently 13+
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 finds the add for a posh family's babysitter, thinking it's 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. It doesn't take Ville long to realise all is not as it seems in the Margera household.
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A.N: Sorry for the delay but I got caught up with computer problems, getting ready for my prom and all that jazz. As always, thank you to Crimsonyght666 for working her magic fingers over this piece.
Enjoy!
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Chapter Ten
At eight thirty, Ville was walking towards the living room in the hopes of some entertainment from the plasma television. As his eyes flicked over the staircase, he realised that Bam was supposed to have been in bed an hour ago. It was only his second day of the job and already he had failed.
He quickly but carefully carried his plate of decorated gingerbread men up the stairs, making sure none of the little people slid off of the plate and onto the floor.
Bam had what sounded like Clutch playing, not his band anymore. He guessed the boy was pissed off with him for something, though he wasn't one hundred per cent sure what.
He knocked with his free hand, but the music was quite loud and the door was far away from Bam's actual room.
Ville opened the door and slipped in.
The lights were dimmed so that objects cast large shadows over the room, but that he could still see where he was going.
In the dark, the whites of the rabbit's eyes glowed from the walls. Not one to be scared of such things, Ville thought it looked quite cool, though he wondered how the younger Bam had grown up with such scary wallpaper. That had to have some effect upon his mental health?
Entering the main room from the mini corridor, Ville didn't spot Bam anywhere,
The light voile covering the balcony rustled with the breeze coming through the parted doors, the evening light shone in casting a glow onto the white bed with all of its frills around the edges. Then he noticed the half-empty bottle of vodka sat on the bedside table, along with a scattering of beer cans.
It looked like someone had been having fun.
"Bam?" Ville called in a hushed tone, almost afraid of what the boy could be doing now.
There was no reply.
"Bam, are you here?" He tried a bit louder.
"Mmngh." Came the groan from somewhere low down on the other side of the room.
Ville swiftly put his plate of goodies down on the side and leaned over the bed.
An inebriated Bam was crumpled on the floor, head resting back against the wall.
"Time for bed little Sir." Ville grinned, his head peeking over the edge of the bed to look at the boy.
"Fuck off." Bam shut his eyes, almost as if he didn't even have the energy to roll his eyes in his typical sarcastic manner.
"At least get on the bed? It can't be very comfortable down there." Ville reasoned.
"Why should I?"
"Just, please?" Ville half pleaded, starting to get more than a little annoyed with the younger boy.
Bam sighed heavily, his nose scrunching up in thought before he started to move. He leant under the bed and pulled out four more bottles of Stella, hair falling all over his face from the small movement.
Slowly, he pulled himself up onto the bed, using the table as a support. He threw himself down so that he was sprawled out over the bed, eyes shut as if he was already asleep.
Ville sat on his knees on the other side of the bed, regarding Bam.
"Want some?" Bam shook a bottle loosely in his hands at Ville.
"Sure." Ville took the bottle from Bam and laid back so pillows just like Bam's propped up his head. The boy said nothing as Ville laid there, taking the odd swig from his bottle and watching Bam out of the corner of his eye.
"What's wrong Bam?"
He shrugged dejectedly. "Nothin."
"You can tell me, you know. Blame it on the alcohol if you can't bear the fact that you might have to speak to me like a normal person."
Ville watched as Bam took a large gulp of his drink.
"It's stupid. I want someone, but I can't have them because I keep on being a prat and making them not like me. I shouldn't even want them in the first place."
"Who is it?"
"Did you like meeting Novak today?" Bam shot.
Ville felt his heart deflate. Of course, how could he have been so blind? Bam fancied Novak. That's why he didn't like them talking earlier today, or when he mentioned meeting Novak at the pub. He was jealous.
Ville thought it was nice that Bam was so sweet and possessive of Novak, but he still felt a sharp twisting in his stomach. He would just have to ignore his fantasies and get on with reality.
"You know Bam, there's nothing wrong with liking Novak, nothing at all."
Bam's shoulders drooped, "Yeah, I thought you fancied him," he mumbled.
"What?!" Ville whipped his head round to stare at Bam, who was staring straight back, stunned.
"I don't have a thing for Novak! ... I thought you did." He muttered the last part, eyes falling down to the duvet.
Now would come the time when Bam confirmed his suspicions and told him that he was only asking so that he could tell Ville to leave Nudie alone.
"Eww, Novak? That's gross."
He looked back up at the boy, hope lifting his spirits like a soft breeze hitting a boats sails.
"It's not Novak?"
"No." Bam shuddered. "Who said it was a guy anyway?"
"No one, I just guessed I suppose."
"Why would you do that?" Bam's eyes were scanning his face avidly, what they were looking for, Ville couldn't tell.
"Do you like guys?"
"Yes, sure I like guys. You mean am I gay though, right?" A light blush crept over Bam's cheeks.
"No, I am just greedy."
"Oh. Uh, right, Yeah, ok." Ville could tell that Bam clearly didn't understand what he was trying to say, in his beer filled brain as he sat there bumbling.
"I'm bi Bam, that's what I meant."
"Well duh, I knew that. I'm not stupid."
"I know you aren't." Ville placed a hand on Bam's leg reassuringly.
Bam looked down at Ville's hand, still rested on his leg. Ville knew he should move it, but he just couldn't be bothered. In all honesty, he quite liked the warmth seeping through to his hand from Bam's jeans.
"So, if it's not Novak, then who is it?"
Bam seemed to mull something over before he started to speak.
"He's tall, slim- almost too skinny, and has dark hair but really green eyes," Bam's eyes were slowly lifting to Ville's as they studied his face, "his skin is so pale that it makes his eyes look much brighter, it's so hard to look away." Bam just gazed at Ville, who found himself stuck and unable to look anywhere but at Bam.
"What else?" Ville whispered.
Bam's eyes flicked down to his mouth as he spoke. "The things that he says and does, he always considers what he says and he's never nasty, he truly cares about other people. Even when they don't deserve it because all they do is make his life difficult." Bam laid his hand hesitantly over Ville's own that was resting on Bam's leg as they half lay side by side.
Ville cleared his throat with an audible gulp. "Have you ever told him how you feel?"
"Only by accident, he seems to have forgotten that right now though."
"What did you do?"
Bam looked back at Ville with a certain look in his eyes that thrilled Ville but made him slightly nervous about what Bam was thinking.
Those big blue eyes leaned in to Ville, lifting the hand that wasn't on top of Ville's up to his face. Bam reached out to brush some of the loose strands of hair from Ville's eyes as he twisted his body so that he could get closer.
Ville couldn't move; his brain seemed to be working three times slower than normal. It was almost as if he was wading through the thick syrup from the pancakes at breakfast.
"Shut your eyes." Bam whispered in a new, softer voice.
With his brain not co-operating, Ville obeyed instantly, eyes closing and only adding to his sense of dreaminess.
Bam's lips were soft and gentle as they pressed lightly against Ville's. Though it wasn't the kiss of a professional, it was heartfelt and left Ville with a yearning for more of Bam's touch.
He opened his eyes to see Bam looking down at him nervously, Ville couldn't see in the dark whether Bam was blushing but he looked like he would have been.
"That was what you did?"
"Yes. Well, I think so. I was sleepwalking, but it's what I dreamt happened."
"Bam..."
"It's cool Ville, I understand that you don't have the same feelings as I do."
"No Bam, I don't think you have a clue how I feel. I just don't understand, you made out that you hated the idea of liking guys, yet here you are... I just don't get it, you know?"
"I- I was scared. I've been feeling things that I wasn't sure what they meant. I was afraid of what they meant." Bam admitted with a little smile but his eyes showed that he was still shaken up.
"But you know what it means now?"
"Novak told me that I should get over myself and just try it. I came up here this evening because I couldn't face it and thought it might just boil over. Yet you find me and make me explain anyway."
"I see." Ville nodded
"I'm stupid, I shouldn't have said anything."
"Bam, look at me." Bam's blue eyes met Ville's green uncertainly. Ville brought a hand round the back of Bam's head and pulled Bam towards him into a long, warm kiss.
When Bam pulled back to take a breath, Ville captured his mouth again, tongue slipping between the parted lips, tasting the sharp mixtures of alcohol Bam had consumed earlier.
As Ville leant further over, leg coming in between Bam's so as to keep his balance, he felt Bam tense up beneath him.
He tried to get Bam to grant him entry to his mouth again by nibbling and biting his bottom lip, but it caused the boy to frantically pull his head back and push at Ville's shoulders, forcing him away.
Ville stopped and moved back to his original spot, seeing a very flushed Bam with wild eyes piercing through the dark room.
"Wasn't that what you wanted Bam?" Ville tried to conceal his self-doubting and just let the concern come through so as not to give anything of himself away in this turn of events.
"I- I'm not sure. I just wanted to try, to exp-"
"Experiment? You're just using me as an experiment?" Ville fought not to become consumed by anger, but he felt deceived and used by the younger boy and that wasn't something he was used to.
"Yes. Well no, well..."
"Save it Bam. I should have known you would do something like this."
Ville rose up off of the bed, grabbing his plate of gingerbreads and throwing one at Bam's chest before storming back through to his room.
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"Arrogant little prick...leading me on...perse...an experiment...stupid idiot..." Ville threw himself down on his bed with a huff.
He knew that he wasn’t so much angry with Bam, as annoyed with himself for only hearing what he wanted to hear. It felt better to take it out on Bam though.
Ville laid back down and tugged off his clothes, all except for his boxers and wriggled under the covers. He started to nibble at the arm of a gingerbread man but found that he really had no appetite left, so nipped to the bathroom to prepare himself for bed instead.
A couple of minutes later and he was finished and slipped back into bed. If he had to be awake earlier, he was going to have to start going to sleep earlier to make up for it unfortunately.
Just when he’d stopped thinking over the day’s events and was looking forward to the upcoming Friday’s show, Ville heard his door click open.
He didn’t raise his head or make any indication that he was awake, other than keeping an eyes half open to see any shadows on the wall created by any moving objects.
It was Bam obviously, creeping towards him as best as his could in his current state.
Ville jumped slightly when he felt a finger trail down the curve of his spine to the point where the cover wrapped around his waist. Hot breath tingled over his neck and ear.
"I want you Ville.” Bam whispered in a lower voice than normal. Ville had to bite down on his lip to hold back a moan from the sensation of breath going into his ear and fingers swirling tantalisingly up and down his back.
The cover, Ville noticed eventually, was being pulled off of his body as the fingers worked their way further down.
Ville was caught up in feeling as though he had to scream at Bam to stop teasing him, but also to plead for the touch to not be removed.
When the fingers found their way to the top of his boxers, Ville knew he had to take hold of the situation.
He turned his head to see Bam still leant over him, watching his fingers play along Ville’s skin.
"Bam." He said as a warning, but also simply just to catch the boy’s attention.
Bam’s eyes didn’t quite lock on his. He knew that look. Bam was sleepwalking again.
"This is what you want, isn’t it Ville?"
"Yes Bam, but it’s not what you want." He rolled over and held Bam’s wrist so he couldn’t touch him anymore.
"I do want it." Bam objected, wriggling his hand as he tried to break free of Ville’s grasp.
“You’re asleep Bam, you don’t know what you want.”
"I want to stay with you.” Ville peered up at the boy’s innocent face framed with his short curls.
He looked so sweet standing there in his oversized t-shirt with his bare legs showing. Ville couldn’t deny him.
"You can stay here with me, but no hands in wrong places, alright?" Bam nodded slowly as his sleepy brain took Ville’s words in.
Ville shuffled along in his bed to make room for his new arrival. He pulled gently on Bam’s wrist again to get the sleeping boy to lie down.
“Hold me?” With a small sigh, Ville turned onto his side so that he could wind his arm around Bam’s waist, but not so close as their actual bodies touched.
He felt the boy’s breathing slow under his arm, soothing him until eventually he found his breath matching it. Ville could smell the soap and warm skin radiating from Bam's body with every inhale as he drifted off to sleep.
Ville subconsciously cuddled in so that his chest was pressed flat against Bam’s back as they shared the comforting intimacy of each other in the darkness.
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Good, bad? Don't care, just want to say hello? Comments are encouraged, as is any con. crit. niggling at you. Please do tell me, otherwise I shall carry on doing my own thing and we all know that isn't a wise idea!
Pairing: Vam
Rating: currently 13+
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 finds the add for a posh family's babysitter, thinking it's 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. It doesn't take Ville long to realise all is not as it seems in the Margera household.
Click For Previous Chapters
A.N: Sorry for the delay but I got caught up with computer problems, getting ready for my prom and all that jazz. As always, thank you to Crimsonyght666 for working her magic fingers over this piece.
Enjoy!
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Chapter Ten
At eight thirty, Ville was walking towards the living room in the hopes of some entertainment from the plasma television. As his eyes flicked over the staircase, he realised that Bam was supposed to have been in bed an hour ago. It was only his second day of the job and already he had failed.
He quickly but carefully carried his plate of decorated gingerbread men up the stairs, making sure none of the little people slid off of the plate and onto the floor.
Bam had what sounded like Clutch playing, not his band anymore. He guessed the boy was pissed off with him for something, though he wasn't one hundred per cent sure what.
He knocked with his free hand, but the music was quite loud and the door was far away from Bam's actual room.
Ville opened the door and slipped in.
The lights were dimmed so that objects cast large shadows over the room, but that he could still see where he was going.
In the dark, the whites of the rabbit's eyes glowed from the walls. Not one to be scared of such things, Ville thought it looked quite cool, though he wondered how the younger Bam had grown up with such scary wallpaper. That had to have some effect upon his mental health?
Entering the main room from the mini corridor, Ville didn't spot Bam anywhere,
The light voile covering the balcony rustled with the breeze coming through the parted doors, the evening light shone in casting a glow onto the white bed with all of its frills around the edges. Then he noticed the half-empty bottle of vodka sat on the bedside table, along with a scattering of beer cans.
It looked like someone had been having fun.
"Bam?" Ville called in a hushed tone, almost afraid of what the boy could be doing now.
There was no reply.
"Bam, are you here?" He tried a bit louder.
"Mmngh." Came the groan from somewhere low down on the other side of the room.
Ville swiftly put his plate of goodies down on the side and leaned over the bed.
An inebriated Bam was crumpled on the floor, head resting back against the wall.
"Time for bed little Sir." Ville grinned, his head peeking over the edge of the bed to look at the boy.
"Fuck off." Bam shut his eyes, almost as if he didn't even have the energy to roll his eyes in his typical sarcastic manner.
"At least get on the bed? It can't be very comfortable down there." Ville reasoned.
"Why should I?"
"Just, please?" Ville half pleaded, starting to get more than a little annoyed with the younger boy.
Bam sighed heavily, his nose scrunching up in thought before he started to move. He leant under the bed and pulled out four more bottles of Stella, hair falling all over his face from the small movement.
Slowly, he pulled himself up onto the bed, using the table as a support. He threw himself down so that he was sprawled out over the bed, eyes shut as if he was already asleep.
Ville sat on his knees on the other side of the bed, regarding Bam.
"Want some?" Bam shook a bottle loosely in his hands at Ville.
"Sure." Ville took the bottle from Bam and laid back so pillows just like Bam's propped up his head. The boy said nothing as Ville laid there, taking the odd swig from his bottle and watching Bam out of the corner of his eye.
"What's wrong Bam?"
He shrugged dejectedly. "Nothin."
"You can tell me, you know. Blame it on the alcohol if you can't bear the fact that you might have to speak to me like a normal person."
Ville watched as Bam took a large gulp of his drink.
"It's stupid. I want someone, but I can't have them because I keep on being a prat and making them not like me. I shouldn't even want them in the first place."
"Who is it?"
"Did you like meeting Novak today?" Bam shot.
Ville felt his heart deflate. Of course, how could he have been so blind? Bam fancied Novak. That's why he didn't like them talking earlier today, or when he mentioned meeting Novak at the pub. He was jealous.
Ville thought it was nice that Bam was so sweet and possessive of Novak, but he still felt a sharp twisting in his stomach. He would just have to ignore his fantasies and get on with reality.
"You know Bam, there's nothing wrong with liking Novak, nothing at all."
Bam's shoulders drooped, "Yeah, I thought you fancied him," he mumbled.
"What?!" Ville whipped his head round to stare at Bam, who was staring straight back, stunned.
"I don't have a thing for Novak! ... I thought you did." He muttered the last part, eyes falling down to the duvet.
Now would come the time when Bam confirmed his suspicions and told him that he was only asking so that he could tell Ville to leave Nudie alone.
"Eww, Novak? That's gross."
He looked back up at the boy, hope lifting his spirits like a soft breeze hitting a boats sails.
"It's not Novak?"
"No." Bam shuddered. "Who said it was a guy anyway?"
"No one, I just guessed I suppose."
"Why would you do that?" Bam's eyes were scanning his face avidly, what they were looking for, Ville couldn't tell.
"Do you like guys?"
"Yes, sure I like guys. You mean am I gay though, right?" A light blush crept over Bam's cheeks.
"No, I am just greedy."
"Oh. Uh, right, Yeah, ok." Ville could tell that Bam clearly didn't understand what he was trying to say, in his beer filled brain as he sat there bumbling.
"I'm bi Bam, that's what I meant."
"Well duh, I knew that. I'm not stupid."
"I know you aren't." Ville placed a hand on Bam's leg reassuringly.
Bam looked down at Ville's hand, still rested on his leg. Ville knew he should move it, but he just couldn't be bothered. In all honesty, he quite liked the warmth seeping through to his hand from Bam's jeans.
"So, if it's not Novak, then who is it?"
Bam seemed to mull something over before he started to speak.
"He's tall, slim- almost too skinny, and has dark hair but really green eyes," Bam's eyes were slowly lifting to Ville's as they studied his face, "his skin is so pale that it makes his eyes look much brighter, it's so hard to look away." Bam just gazed at Ville, who found himself stuck and unable to look anywhere but at Bam.
"What else?" Ville whispered.
Bam's eyes flicked down to his mouth as he spoke. "The things that he says and does, he always considers what he says and he's never nasty, he truly cares about other people. Even when they don't deserve it because all they do is make his life difficult." Bam laid his hand hesitantly over Ville's own that was resting on Bam's leg as they half lay side by side.
Ville cleared his throat with an audible gulp. "Have you ever told him how you feel?"
"Only by accident, he seems to have forgotten that right now though."
"What did you do?"
Bam looked back at Ville with a certain look in his eyes that thrilled Ville but made him slightly nervous about what Bam was thinking.
Those big blue eyes leaned in to Ville, lifting the hand that wasn't on top of Ville's up to his face. Bam reached out to brush some of the loose strands of hair from Ville's eyes as he twisted his body so that he could get closer.
Ville couldn't move; his brain seemed to be working three times slower than normal. It was almost as if he was wading through the thick syrup from the pancakes at breakfast.
"Shut your eyes." Bam whispered in a new, softer voice.
With his brain not co-operating, Ville obeyed instantly, eyes closing and only adding to his sense of dreaminess.
Bam's lips were soft and gentle as they pressed lightly against Ville's. Though it wasn't the kiss of a professional, it was heartfelt and left Ville with a yearning for more of Bam's touch.
He opened his eyes to see Bam looking down at him nervously, Ville couldn't see in the dark whether Bam was blushing but he looked like he would have been.
"That was what you did?"
"Yes. Well, I think so. I was sleepwalking, but it's what I dreamt happened."
"Bam..."
"It's cool Ville, I understand that you don't have the same feelings as I do."
"No Bam, I don't think you have a clue how I feel. I just don't understand, you made out that you hated the idea of liking guys, yet here you are... I just don't get it, you know?"
"I- I was scared. I've been feeling things that I wasn't sure what they meant. I was afraid of what they meant." Bam admitted with a little smile but his eyes showed that he was still shaken up.
"But you know what it means now?"
"Novak told me that I should get over myself and just try it. I came up here this evening because I couldn't face it and thought it might just boil over. Yet you find me and make me explain anyway."
"I see." Ville nodded
"I'm stupid, I shouldn't have said anything."
"Bam, look at me." Bam's blue eyes met Ville's green uncertainly. Ville brought a hand round the back of Bam's head and pulled Bam towards him into a long, warm kiss.
When Bam pulled back to take a breath, Ville captured his mouth again, tongue slipping between the parted lips, tasting the sharp mixtures of alcohol Bam had consumed earlier.
As Ville leant further over, leg coming in between Bam's so as to keep his balance, he felt Bam tense up beneath him.
He tried to get Bam to grant him entry to his mouth again by nibbling and biting his bottom lip, but it caused the boy to frantically pull his head back and push at Ville's shoulders, forcing him away.
Ville stopped and moved back to his original spot, seeing a very flushed Bam with wild eyes piercing through the dark room.
"Wasn't that what you wanted Bam?" Ville tried to conceal his self-doubting and just let the concern come through so as not to give anything of himself away in this turn of events.
"I- I'm not sure. I just wanted to try, to exp-"
"Experiment? You're just using me as an experiment?" Ville fought not to become consumed by anger, but he felt deceived and used by the younger boy and that wasn't something he was used to.
"Yes. Well no, well..."
"Save it Bam. I should have known you would do something like this."
Ville rose up off of the bed, grabbing his plate of gingerbreads and throwing one at Bam's chest before storming back through to his room.
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"Arrogant little prick...leading me on...perse...an experiment...stupid idiot..." Ville threw himself down on his bed with a huff.
He knew that he wasn’t so much angry with Bam, as annoyed with himself for only hearing what he wanted to hear. It felt better to take it out on Bam though.
Ville laid back down and tugged off his clothes, all except for his boxers and wriggled under the covers. He started to nibble at the arm of a gingerbread man but found that he really had no appetite left, so nipped to the bathroom to prepare himself for bed instead.
A couple of minutes later and he was finished and slipped back into bed. If he had to be awake earlier, he was going to have to start going to sleep earlier to make up for it unfortunately.
Just when he’d stopped thinking over the day’s events and was looking forward to the upcoming Friday’s show, Ville heard his door click open.
He didn’t raise his head or make any indication that he was awake, other than keeping an eyes half open to see any shadows on the wall created by any moving objects.
It was Bam obviously, creeping towards him as best as his could in his current state.
Ville jumped slightly when he felt a finger trail down the curve of his spine to the point where the cover wrapped around his waist. Hot breath tingled over his neck and ear.
"I want you Ville.” Bam whispered in a lower voice than normal. Ville had to bite down on his lip to hold back a moan from the sensation of breath going into his ear and fingers swirling tantalisingly up and down his back.
The cover, Ville noticed eventually, was being pulled off of his body as the fingers worked their way further down.
Ville was caught up in feeling as though he had to scream at Bam to stop teasing him, but also to plead for the touch to not be removed.
When the fingers found their way to the top of his boxers, Ville knew he had to take hold of the situation.
He turned his head to see Bam still leant over him, watching his fingers play along Ville’s skin.
"Bam." He said as a warning, but also simply just to catch the boy’s attention.
Bam’s eyes didn’t quite lock on his. He knew that look. Bam was sleepwalking again.
"This is what you want, isn’t it Ville?"
"Yes Bam, but it’s not what you want." He rolled over and held Bam’s wrist so he couldn’t touch him anymore.
"I do want it." Bam objected, wriggling his hand as he tried to break free of Ville’s grasp.
“You’re asleep Bam, you don’t know what you want.”
"I want to stay with you.” Ville peered up at the boy’s innocent face framed with his short curls.
He looked so sweet standing there in his oversized t-shirt with his bare legs showing. Ville couldn’t deny him.
"You can stay here with me, but no hands in wrong places, alright?" Bam nodded slowly as his sleepy brain took Ville’s words in.
Ville shuffled along in his bed to make room for his new arrival. He pulled gently on Bam’s wrist again to get the sleeping boy to lie down.
“Hold me?” With a small sigh, Ville turned onto his side so that he could wind his arm around Bam’s waist, but not so close as their actual bodies touched.
He felt the boy’s breathing slow under his arm, soothing him until eventually he found his breath matching it. Ville could smell the soap and warm skin radiating from Bam's body with every inhale as he drifted off to sleep.
Ville subconsciously cuddled in so that his chest was pressed flat against Bam’s back as they shared the comforting intimacy of each other in the darkness.
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Good, bad? Don't care, just want to say hello? Comments are encouraged, as is any con. crit. niggling at you. Please do tell me, otherwise I shall carry on doing my own thing and we all know that isn't a wise idea!