Teaching 4
Hmm... instead of trying to explain why the updating always takes so long, I'll just give you the chapter.
Teaching
Pairing: Vam
Rating: PG for now
Author: Nicotiana Tabacum
Disclaimer: I own the story. Nothing else. I don’t know the main characters personally. This school does exist and all the locations do exist. I don’t know what it is inside the building that’s at the address where Ville’s home is, but I know what Bam’s house (in this story) is like. Everything that happens is fictional. Ville’s character is much like my former math teacher was… before she left to Monaco. That’s the only thing I’ve purposely written similar to them.
A/N Mitäs herroille saisi olla = What will you take?, Puhutaanko mielummin englantia?= Could we rather speak English?
Ville closed the door or his apartment behind him. He was coming from work and the day had gone really fast and smooth.
He walked to the fridge grabbing a beer, but put it right back when he realized, he didn’t want to have any alcohol before Bam came. He wasn’t really too different even drunk, but he was afraid he’d say something stupid like he most likely did anyway.
Instead, Ville walked to his bedroom, grabbed a book and went to his bathroom. He placed the book carefully on the edge of the sink and turned on the faucets of his bathtub. After that, he threw some bath salt to the bath.
When the tub was full, he closed the faucets, undressed and slipped in. He reached his book from where he had placed it earlier and opened it from the page that was folded from the lower corner. When everything was perfect he inhaled deeply to smell the orange scent of the bath salt and started to read.
Ville loved bathing. It was something that whenever he did it he could relax. For some reason, even if he himself thought that it was weird, he would prefer a good nice bath to sex with a boyfriend. Always. There had never been an exception. A bath was a whole new world to him, he could both just sit and clear out his thoughts out or he could read to forget his thoughts and live an amazing adventure.
When the water started to feel cold, he stepped out of the tub and dried. After letting the water from the tub, he shaved. He walked back to his room and opened his closet. He put on a pair of black jeans, and looked for a shirt. The first shirt he tried on was a burgundy button-up. The poor shirt soon ended on Ville’s bed. Along with the burgundy one went a blue with white stripes, red cotton one and a normal t-shirt. When Ville had almost given up the whole dressing up nicely and had a comfy shirt that he normally wore to work in his hands, he saw a plastic bag under his nightstand.
Ville picked up the bag and poured its contents on his bed. Perfect. The bag was a bag he thought he’d lost when he came from a teachers’ cruise just before last years Christmas. He had found a pretty button up with barely visible Baudelaire scattered all over.
In the bag was also a tie like scarf. He wore a scarf almost always. The habit stayed with him from the times the band was still active, since didn’t want to have a cold all the time.
Ville was brushing his teeth, mouth full of toothpaste foam, when the doorbell rang. He went to open the door with his and the foam in his mouth.
He opened the door to see a really, really nervous Bam tapping his fingers on to his crossed arm that was holding a bouquet of red roses. When Bam noticed Ville he bit his lip and gave him a smile.
Ville ushered Bam in and led him to the living room. The foam was soon going to burst out of his mouth if he didn’t go to spit and so he did. He nodded at the open bathroom to tell Bam where he was going and closed the door behind him.
When Ville was ready, he stepped back to the living room.
”Hey, I’m sorry that I couldn’t greet you at first.” Ville said to Bam giving him a peck on the lips.
”Uh, it’s okay and probably better this way. Wouldn’t want to get that toothpaste on my clothes.” Bam replied with a grin.
Ville made a searching gesture reaching up to really see the hand where Bam was holding the roses.
”Are those for me?”
”Oh, yeah. Sorry, I almost forgot.” Bam said laughing nervously and handing the flowers to Ville.
Ville thought that it was lucky that Bam had brought flowers that wouldn’t need to stay alive too long. Of course he loved them; crimson red roses with black glitter on the edges of the petals. He carefully breathed in the scent of the roses and walked to the kitchen to put them in a vase.
”Shall we go now? I think I’m ready.”
”Yeah, joust pick your coat, you know how cold it is.” Bam said, shuddering.
They walked to a near-by restaurant where Ville had never been. Well, no one had ever taken him there and he always took people to the same place.
Bam helped off Ville’s jacket and they sat down to a table next to the window.
”So, how did your day go?” Bam smiled sweetly at Ville.
”Umm, well… to tell you the truth. I’ve been jittery all day.” He replied biting his lip.
”Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” Bam asked chuckling.
” I don’t know. I guess it a good thing. It could be a compliment if you wanna take it as a one.” Ville smiled.
The waiter came to the table.
”Mitäs Herroille saisi olla?” The waiter asked.
” Puhutaanko mielummin englantia?” Ville asked carefully. He wanted Bam to know what they were talking about and for him to be able to order by himself.
”Ah, okay.” The waiter nodded. ”So what will you take?” The waiter’s english wasn’t perfect, but so wasn’t Ville’s.
”Well I’d like a glass of your house wine, red please.” Ville smiled.
“Make it a bottle, so we’ll both get some.” Bam said when the waiter looked at him.
”I will leave you to check the menus and I will be right back to take your orders.”
When the waiter left Bam told Ville how he hated to ask for a translation every time he went somewhere. Since he didn’t exactly look foreign he didn’t get treated like it.
”Aww, poor you. Though I understand completely. The first time I went to England I had to tell everyone to slow down. I felt kinda helpless; Probably because I like to be right in everything.”
”So that’s what you are like.” Bam smirked.
Ville pouted ”Well, that’s not the only thing I am.” He said batting his eyelashes.
”Are you ready for me to take your orders?” The waiter was back again.
”Yeah, at least I am. Are you?” Ville asked Bam.
”Yeah, you go first.”
Ville nodded. ”I’ll take the salmon, the 34.”
” You!, Bam muttered.”
”What did you say?” Ville asked because he seriously didn’t understand.
”Mmm, nothing!” Bam smiled. “I was going to take the dish you took, but I think it’s cooler to have two different things so I’ll just take the number 25.”
”So it’s 34 and 25 then?” The waiter had an amused look on his face.
”Yep.” They both replied.
”You know Bam isn’t your dish chicken or something?”
”Yeah, why?”
”Well… we just so chose the wrong wine.”
Bam laughed softly. ” Well it’s not like I really care if they aren’t perfect together. It’s just that I prefer the red wine over the white one.”
”Yeah.”
They received their foods and the conversation went on from their families to the two Jess(e)s and on again to the places they worked before the school.
” What do you think about the students knowing your sexuality?” Ville asked Bam and took a sip of the red wine.
” I think it’s not really their business, but there’s no idea in denying it. It’d just be a bigger hastle.” Bam shrugged his head. ”What about you?”
”Well I’ve been ’out’ for so long it was almost natural to talk about it. It still hurts when people call names though. Its childish and everything, but it’s just that always in school we used to call people who we didn’t like fags. That was before we even knew what the word meant.”
” Yeah, I know what you mean. How did you come out?”
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A/N I hope you liked it... I'm not really satisfyed with it, but well. I had to cut it from the middle because it was growing way too long.
Teaching
Pairing: Vam
Rating: PG for now
Author: Nicotiana Tabacum
Disclaimer: I own the story. Nothing else. I don’t know the main characters personally. This school does exist and all the locations do exist. I don’t know what it is inside the building that’s at the address where Ville’s home is, but I know what Bam’s house (in this story) is like. Everything that happens is fictional. Ville’s character is much like my former math teacher was… before she left to Monaco. That’s the only thing I’ve purposely written similar to them.
A/N Mitäs herroille saisi olla = What will you take?, Puhutaanko mielummin englantia?= Could we rather speak English?
Ville closed the door or his apartment behind him. He was coming from work and the day had gone really fast and smooth.
He walked to the fridge grabbing a beer, but put it right back when he realized, he didn’t want to have any alcohol before Bam came. He wasn’t really too different even drunk, but he was afraid he’d say something stupid like he most likely did anyway.
Instead, Ville walked to his bedroom, grabbed a book and went to his bathroom. He placed the book carefully on the edge of the sink and turned on the faucets of his bathtub. After that, he threw some bath salt to the bath.
When the tub was full, he closed the faucets, undressed and slipped in. He reached his book from where he had placed it earlier and opened it from the page that was folded from the lower corner. When everything was perfect he inhaled deeply to smell the orange scent of the bath salt and started to read.
Ville loved bathing. It was something that whenever he did it he could relax. For some reason, even if he himself thought that it was weird, he would prefer a good nice bath to sex with a boyfriend. Always. There had never been an exception. A bath was a whole new world to him, he could both just sit and clear out his thoughts out or he could read to forget his thoughts and live an amazing adventure.
When the water started to feel cold, he stepped out of the tub and dried. After letting the water from the tub, he shaved. He walked back to his room and opened his closet. He put on a pair of black jeans, and looked for a shirt. The first shirt he tried on was a burgundy button-up. The poor shirt soon ended on Ville’s bed. Along with the burgundy one went a blue with white stripes, red cotton one and a normal t-shirt. When Ville had almost given up the whole dressing up nicely and had a comfy shirt that he normally wore to work in his hands, he saw a plastic bag under his nightstand.
Ville picked up the bag and poured its contents on his bed. Perfect. The bag was a bag he thought he’d lost when he came from a teachers’ cruise just before last years Christmas. He had found a pretty button up with barely visible Baudelaire scattered all over.
In the bag was also a tie like scarf. He wore a scarf almost always. The habit stayed with him from the times the band was still active, since didn’t want to have a cold all the time.
Ville was brushing his teeth, mouth full of toothpaste foam, when the doorbell rang. He went to open the door with his and the foam in his mouth.
He opened the door to see a really, really nervous Bam tapping his fingers on to his crossed arm that was holding a bouquet of red roses. When Bam noticed Ville he bit his lip and gave him a smile.
Ville ushered Bam in and led him to the living room. The foam was soon going to burst out of his mouth if he didn’t go to spit and so he did. He nodded at the open bathroom to tell Bam where he was going and closed the door behind him.
When Ville was ready, he stepped back to the living room.
”Hey, I’m sorry that I couldn’t greet you at first.” Ville said to Bam giving him a peck on the lips.
”Uh, it’s okay and probably better this way. Wouldn’t want to get that toothpaste on my clothes.” Bam replied with a grin.
Ville made a searching gesture reaching up to really see the hand where Bam was holding the roses.
”Are those for me?”
”Oh, yeah. Sorry, I almost forgot.” Bam said laughing nervously and handing the flowers to Ville.
Ville thought that it was lucky that Bam had brought flowers that wouldn’t need to stay alive too long. Of course he loved them; crimson red roses with black glitter on the edges of the petals. He carefully breathed in the scent of the roses and walked to the kitchen to put them in a vase.
”Shall we go now? I think I’m ready.”
”Yeah, joust pick your coat, you know how cold it is.” Bam said, shuddering.
They walked to a near-by restaurant where Ville had never been. Well, no one had ever taken him there and he always took people to the same place.
Bam helped off Ville’s jacket and they sat down to a table next to the window.
”So, how did your day go?” Bam smiled sweetly at Ville.
”Umm, well… to tell you the truth. I’ve been jittery all day.” He replied biting his lip.
”Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” Bam asked chuckling.
” I don’t know. I guess it a good thing. It could be a compliment if you wanna take it as a one.” Ville smiled.
The waiter came to the table.
”Mitäs Herroille saisi olla?” The waiter asked.
” Puhutaanko mielummin englantia?” Ville asked carefully. He wanted Bam to know what they were talking about and for him to be able to order by himself.
”Ah, okay.” The waiter nodded. ”So what will you take?” The waiter’s english wasn’t perfect, but so wasn’t Ville’s.
”Well I’d like a glass of your house wine, red please.” Ville smiled.
“Make it a bottle, so we’ll both get some.” Bam said when the waiter looked at him.
”I will leave you to check the menus and I will be right back to take your orders.”
When the waiter left Bam told Ville how he hated to ask for a translation every time he went somewhere. Since he didn’t exactly look foreign he didn’t get treated like it.
”Aww, poor you. Though I understand completely. The first time I went to England I had to tell everyone to slow down. I felt kinda helpless; Probably because I like to be right in everything.”
”So that’s what you are like.” Bam smirked.
Ville pouted ”Well, that’s not the only thing I am.” He said batting his eyelashes.
”Are you ready for me to take your orders?” The waiter was back again.
”Yeah, at least I am. Are you?” Ville asked Bam.
”Yeah, you go first.”
Ville nodded. ”I’ll take the salmon, the 34.”
” You!, Bam muttered.”
”What did you say?” Ville asked because he seriously didn’t understand.
”Mmm, nothing!” Bam smiled. “I was going to take the dish you took, but I think it’s cooler to have two different things so I’ll just take the number 25.”
”So it’s 34 and 25 then?” The waiter had an amused look on his face.
”Yep.” They both replied.
”You know Bam isn’t your dish chicken or something?”
”Yeah, why?”
”Well… we just so chose the wrong wine.”
Bam laughed softly. ” Well it’s not like I really care if they aren’t perfect together. It’s just that I prefer the red wine over the white one.”
”Yeah.”
They received their foods and the conversation went on from their families to the two Jess(e)s and on again to the places they worked before the school.
” What do you think about the students knowing your sexuality?” Ville asked Bam and took a sip of the red wine.
” I think it’s not really their business, but there’s no idea in denying it. It’d just be a bigger hastle.” Bam shrugged his head. ”What about you?”
”Well I’ve been ’out’ for so long it was almost natural to talk about it. It still hurts when people call names though. Its childish and everything, but it’s just that always in school we used to call people who we didn’t like fags. That was before we even knew what the word meant.”
” Yeah, I know what you mean. How did you come out?”
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A/N I hope you liked it... I'm not really satisfyed with it, but well. I had to cut it from the middle because it was growing way too long.