To Love And Be Loved
Title: To Love And Be Loved
Summary: Flying Frozen Chickens, Paint Fumes, Lip Gloss, Booze.......Oh, yeah, and man sex!----Ville's old friend helps Bam and Ville discover the passion between them....But not without many mistakes along the way......
Pairing: VAM
Author:PoisonGirlFawn
Rating: R-Language and Adult Situations
Genre: Romance/Comedy/Angst
Disclaimer: I wish I owned them....And their bodys...But I don't, so don't sue.
Ok, yes don't hit me, this chapter is reeeaaalllyyyyy short but its meant to be that way because, we are getting ready for......er.........'The First Encounter'.........Dun Dunn Dunnnnnnnnnn!!! So, yes a flustered Bam and a seductive Ville! Once again thank you ALL for your reviews, my aim with this story was for it to be really sexy, but hilariously funny....and maybe a little splash of drama! Enjoy!
Bam followed Ville into the wooden kitchen with a million questions running through his mind; but not all of them pure.
What now?
What did he mean…?
How the fuck does he get into those denims?
His ass is so perfect…
Ville stopped at the sink , washed off his plate, and put it into the emerald dishwasher. Bam didn’t miss the simple sway of Ville’s hips as he hummed ‘Borellus’. Bam was surprised at the way Ville seemed to be so comfortable with his settings. It was as if he belonged there.
Bam became fidgety when Ville didn’t turn around to greet him or look him in the eye. He became increasingly irritated that there was no explanation offered, or anything as to why Ville had did what he had done. Bam growled under his breath, walked to the dishwasher, and deposited his plate in it, none too gently either. He secretly glanced to his side at Ville who was now lathering his hands with soap. One hand slide over the other as if caressing its mate.
Bam swallowed slowly. Ville made even the simple act of washing his hands sexy and intimate.
Bam stood mesmerized at the continuous motion. He blinked when Ville made the slow motion of turning on the water to rinse his hands. After he was through rinsing Ville grabbed a towel hanging from a wooden rack.
Bam slammed the dishwasher shut and briskly walked behind Ville , so close that he knew Ville could hear him breathing. What made Bam furious was the fact that his BEST friend, the one he idoled, and loved, hadn’t even noticed that he was in the room. He just continued to dry his hands.
~VILLES POV~
Bam was close to breaking. He could feel it. Well that and Bam was clenching his fists. Ville almost laughed at Bam’s action, but he knew it would ruin the whole charade.
God, Bam’s sexy when he growls…Hell, Bam’s sexy anyways.
Then it happened. Bam took a hold of Ville’s shoulders in a firm grip and spun him around until blue met green. Ville noted that Bam still didn’t take his hands off his shoulders. His slightly bearded jaw was clenched, his brow furrowed, and eyes accusing. Ville felt his heart drop a bit when he saw another emotion. Hurt.
Fuck the plan. This is hurting him.
“Bammie I-” Ville started but Bam would have none of it.
“What the fuck was that?”
Bam’s voice was quiet. Dead quiet. Ville was half scared, half compelled. So he decided to play dumb.
“Why, what do you mean Bam Bam?”
“That fucking stunt you pulled out there.”
Bam’s voice was accusing and Ville winced a little…A little. Ville inclined his head a bit so that the little silver hoops that adorned his ears shined in the light. Ville smirked.
“I believe…In Finland we call it a “Lovers Game”…But Americans call it…”
Ville’s voice became deeper as he leaned in close, so close Bam could smell his lip-gloss. cherry flavored. Ville shot out his tongue and traced Bam’s lips.
“Foot Fucking.”
Bam’s jaw plummeted.
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WOOOOOOO!!!!!! Review darlings!!! Hints For Next Episode: A look into Bam's heart makes Ville question what message he is sending to Bam......
Summary: Flying Frozen Chickens, Paint Fumes, Lip Gloss, Booze.......Oh, yeah, and man sex!----Ville's old friend helps Bam and Ville discover the passion between them....But not without many mistakes along the way......
Pairing: VAM
Author:PoisonGirlFawn
Rating: R-Language and Adult Situations
Genre: Romance/Comedy/Angst
Disclaimer: I wish I owned them....And their bodys...But I don't, so don't sue.
Ok, yes don't hit me, this chapter is reeeaaalllyyyyy short but its meant to be that way because, we are getting ready for......er.........'The First Encounter'.........Dun Dunn Dunnnnnnnnnn!!! So, yes a flustered Bam and a seductive Ville! Once again thank you ALL for your reviews, my aim with this story was for it to be really sexy, but hilariously funny....and maybe a little splash of drama! Enjoy!
Bam followed Ville into the wooden kitchen with a million questions running through his mind; but not all of them pure.
What now?
What did he mean…?
How the fuck does he get into those denims?
His ass is so perfect…
Ville stopped at the sink , washed off his plate, and put it into the emerald dishwasher. Bam didn’t miss the simple sway of Ville’s hips as he hummed ‘Borellus’. Bam was surprised at the way Ville seemed to be so comfortable with his settings. It was as if he belonged there.
Bam became fidgety when Ville didn’t turn around to greet him or look him in the eye. He became increasingly irritated that there was no explanation offered, or anything as to why Ville had did what he had done. Bam growled under his breath, walked to the dishwasher, and deposited his plate in it, none too gently either. He secretly glanced to his side at Ville who was now lathering his hands with soap. One hand slide over the other as if caressing its mate.
Bam swallowed slowly. Ville made even the simple act of washing his hands sexy and intimate.
Bam stood mesmerized at the continuous motion. He blinked when Ville made the slow motion of turning on the water to rinse his hands. After he was through rinsing Ville grabbed a towel hanging from a wooden rack.
Bam slammed the dishwasher shut and briskly walked behind Ville , so close that he knew Ville could hear him breathing. What made Bam furious was the fact that his BEST friend, the one he idoled, and loved, hadn’t even noticed that he was in the room. He just continued to dry his hands.
~VILLES POV~
Bam was close to breaking. He could feel it. Well that and Bam was clenching his fists. Ville almost laughed at Bam’s action, but he knew it would ruin the whole charade.
God, Bam’s sexy when he growls…Hell, Bam’s sexy anyways.
Then it happened. Bam took a hold of Ville’s shoulders in a firm grip and spun him around until blue met green. Ville noted that Bam still didn’t take his hands off his shoulders. His slightly bearded jaw was clenched, his brow furrowed, and eyes accusing. Ville felt his heart drop a bit when he saw another emotion. Hurt.
Fuck the plan. This is hurting him.
“Bammie I-” Ville started but Bam would have none of it.
“What the fuck was that?”
Bam’s voice was quiet. Dead quiet. Ville was half scared, half compelled. So he decided to play dumb.
“Why, what do you mean Bam Bam?”
“That fucking stunt you pulled out there.”
Bam’s voice was accusing and Ville winced a little…A little. Ville inclined his head a bit so that the little silver hoops that adorned his ears shined in the light. Ville smirked.
“I believe…In Finland we call it a “Lovers Game”…But Americans call it…”
Ville’s voice became deeper as he leaned in close, so close Bam could smell his lip-gloss. cherry flavored. Ville shot out his tongue and traced Bam’s lips.
“Foot Fucking.”
Bam’s jaw plummeted.
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WOOOOOOO!!!!!! Review darlings!!! Hints For Next Episode: A look into Bam's heart makes Ville question what message he is sending to Bam......