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Title: Mistletoe and Cookie Cutters
Author:
slasher48/
bad_bad_books
Rating: PG-13. A little...action ;)
Pairing: VAM! Not real real REAL Vam, but Vam. : D
Disclaimer: Everybody owns a little piece of 'em. But all in all, they own each other. ;)
AN: This is the second of what may be five, Christmas one-shots from L'Acteur, in that universe. :)
~Ten and Thirteen~
It had become a tradition. Every year, three days before Christmas, Ville and Bam would fall asleep together on the couch, and eventually, in Bam's bed, under the heartagram blanket that Ville had given Bam.
So when Bam heard a knock on the door at eight o' clock on the twenty-second of December that year, he knew exactly who it was. He dropped his video game and ran to the door, throwing it open and backing up as Ville came flying into him. They wrapped their arms around each other and squeezed hard, giggling.
"Hey, Bammie! Merry Christmas!" Ville let go slowly, allowing Bam to move away and following his friend over to the television where Sonic the Hedgehog was paused on the screen.
Anita left them to it, making her way into the kitchen where April had already started baking cookies without her.
"Oh, cool! Do that again, Bam!" The two mothers heard from the living room as Anita started to stir and April started to roll.
April shot a glance at the mistletoe hanging above the kitchen doorway and grinned at Anita. "Bam! Ville! Would you two like a cookie?"
There was the thump of a controller being dropped and the pitter patter of small feet running into the kitchen, and then Bam and Ville stood in the doorway with eager faces. "Yes, please."
Anita winked at April. "Well, boys who don't observe the traditions don't get Christmas cookies, do they? Look where you're standing."
The boys' brows furrowed in confusion and they searched all over where they stood until their eyes came upon the mistletoe.
Immediately, both boys blushed bright red. "Um...uh...Ville? Should we...?" Bam's eyes were anxious as he met Ville's gaze.
Ville rubbed the back of his neck, averting his eyes. "For - for cookies, yeah, I guess..."
The two closed their eyes and leaned in, meeting lips slowly and softly and pressing for a good minute and a half.
They separated, blushing deeper, and without warning, Bam suddenly ran out of the room. Ville just stood, leaning against the doorway and brushing his finger over his lips in shock.
When he noticed Bam was gone, however, he was out of the kitchen and down the hallway within a second.
He knocked on Bam's door softly. No answer.
"Bammie? You okay?" Again, no answer.
He yelled through the door. "Bam! Open the door please!"
Ville heard a crash from a ways away from the bedroom door and gasped. "Bam, are you alright?" Biting his lip because he knew his mother would be very upset with him after what he was about to do, he slammed his full weight into the door and busted it open.
His eyes widened.
Bam was sitting on the edge of his bed with his hand down his pants, appearing to have been...
Ville shook his head. He was itching...or maybe picking his underwear out of his crack. That was it. There was no way he was...
But the blush on Bam's cheeks and the fact that he'd jumped when Ville yelled said otherwise. Ville continued to stare with wide eyes as realization hit.
"B-Bammie? What...what are you doing?" Ville fought back the hormonal reaction his body was having to seeing Bam so flushed and--dare he think it?--turned on.
Bam only squeaked in response. His eyes were wider than Ville's were.
Denying himself what he really would like to do, Ville stepped away from Bam and raced out the open door. He stopped in the bathroom, leaning against the bathroom door panting.
He heard a quiet cry and realized Bam had...Oh my god...Bam had...
He couldn't stop the reaction anymore. Lately, it had taken little to nothing to get his thirteen-year-old body all worked up, and this was a little more than nothing.
His gorgeous friend had...
Ville's hand found its way inside his pants and with a few tugs, he was spurting over his fingers inside his underwear. He whimpered when he came and grabbed a washcloth to wash himself off, ignoring how very uncomfortable sticky shorts were.
Then he realized. What should he do with the cloth? He couldn't let Bam know what he'd just done!
He thought about throwing it out the window, then flushing it down the toilet, then eating it whole. He was desperate. He had to get rid of it!
He saw a little crack in the corner where Bam's sink met the wall and grinned. Perfect. Blocking out his mother's scolding voice in his head, he stuffed the cloth in the crack so it was out of sight.
Ville sighed in relief. Now Bam would never know.
He walked out of the bathroom and back over to Bam's closed door. He pushed at it since he'd busted the lock already and found there were things blocking it.
He heard a sharp intake of breath and stopped trying to move the door to listen.
Sniffles. Sniffles and little hiccups. Bam was crying.
"Open the door, Bam?" He said quietly.
Bam yelled, "No! Go 'way, Ville!" Or at least that's what it sounded like. He kept crying.
Deciding he would be getting nowhere and Bam really just wanted privacy at the moment, Ville said, "Okay." and walked off down the hallway.
*
Ville didn't hear Bam dig in his dresser for the video camera Ville'd given him or the 'beep' as he turned it on.
He didn't see Bam wipe his eyes and nose and look straight into the camera lens.
"I think I love Ville as more than a friend..." Ville didn't hear that either.
"What 'm I gonna do?" Bam shut off the camera after he said that and curled up under his covers, still sniffing and whimpering.
He fell asleep like that.
*
Ville was sitting on the couch watching How The Grinch Stole Christmas when he came back down the hallway, rubbing his red-rimmed eyes and yawning.
He eyed Bam warily. "You okay, sweetheart?"
Bam nodded and crawled onto the couch to lay up against him. "I'm fine. You?"
Ville wrapped an arm around Bam and pulled him close, wrapping them in the heartagram blanket and kissing Bam's hair.
"I'm perfect."
*
April and Anita watched happily as their boys cuddled on the couch in front of the movie.
"We really are brilliant, April, dear," Anita said.
April nodded. "We are."
They blew kisses at the boys and retreated back into the kitchen to watch the cookies bake.
***
I hereby dedicate this post to the gorgeous little Russian boy who scored the winning goal tonight for the Sabres! Maxim Afinogenov rocks my freaking world, man. (See icon ;))
And of course, to every one of you readers and reviewers. *blows kiss* So much love to you.
Leave me some in return? *snuggles*
Author:
slasher48/
bad_bad_books
Rating: PG-13. A little...action ;)
Pairing: VAM! Not real real REAL Vam, but Vam. : D
Disclaimer: Everybody owns a little piece of 'em. But all in all, they own each other. ;)
AN: This is the second of what may be five, Christmas one-shots from L'Acteur, in that universe. :)
~Ten and Thirteen~
It had become a tradition. Every year, three days before Christmas, Ville and Bam would fall asleep together on the couch, and eventually, in Bam's bed, under the heartagram blanket that Ville had given Bam.
So when Bam heard a knock on the door at eight o' clock on the twenty-second of December that year, he knew exactly who it was. He dropped his video game and ran to the door, throwing it open and backing up as Ville came flying into him. They wrapped their arms around each other and squeezed hard, giggling.
"Hey, Bammie! Merry Christmas!" Ville let go slowly, allowing Bam to move away and following his friend over to the television where Sonic the Hedgehog was paused on the screen.
Anita left them to it, making her way into the kitchen where April had already started baking cookies without her.
"Oh, cool! Do that again, Bam!" The two mothers heard from the living room as Anita started to stir and April started to roll.
April shot a glance at the mistletoe hanging above the kitchen doorway and grinned at Anita. "Bam! Ville! Would you two like a cookie?"
There was the thump of a controller being dropped and the pitter patter of small feet running into the kitchen, and then Bam and Ville stood in the doorway with eager faces. "Yes, please."
Anita winked at April. "Well, boys who don't observe the traditions don't get Christmas cookies, do they? Look where you're standing."
The boys' brows furrowed in confusion and they searched all over where they stood until their eyes came upon the mistletoe.
Immediately, both boys blushed bright red. "Um...uh...Ville? Should we...?" Bam's eyes were anxious as he met Ville's gaze.
Ville rubbed the back of his neck, averting his eyes. "For - for cookies, yeah, I guess..."
The two closed their eyes and leaned in, meeting lips slowly and softly and pressing for a good minute and a half.
They separated, blushing deeper, and without warning, Bam suddenly ran out of the room. Ville just stood, leaning against the doorway and brushing his finger over his lips in shock.
When he noticed Bam was gone, however, he was out of the kitchen and down the hallway within a second.
He knocked on Bam's door softly. No answer.
"Bammie? You okay?" Again, no answer.
He yelled through the door. "Bam! Open the door please!"
Ville heard a crash from a ways away from the bedroom door and gasped. "Bam, are you alright?" Biting his lip because he knew his mother would be very upset with him after what he was about to do, he slammed his full weight into the door and busted it open.
His eyes widened.
Bam was sitting on the edge of his bed with his hand down his pants, appearing to have been...
Ville shook his head. He was itching...or maybe picking his underwear out of his crack. That was it. There was no way he was...
But the blush on Bam's cheeks and the fact that he'd jumped when Ville yelled said otherwise. Ville continued to stare with wide eyes as realization hit.
"B-Bammie? What...what are you doing?" Ville fought back the hormonal reaction his body was having to seeing Bam so flushed and--dare he think it?--turned on.
Bam only squeaked in response. His eyes were wider than Ville's were.
Denying himself what he really would like to do, Ville stepped away from Bam and raced out the open door. He stopped in the bathroom, leaning against the bathroom door panting.
He heard a quiet cry and realized Bam had...Oh my god...Bam had...
He couldn't stop the reaction anymore. Lately, it had taken little to nothing to get his thirteen-year-old body all worked up, and this was a little more than nothing.
His gorgeous friend had...
Ville's hand found its way inside his pants and with a few tugs, he was spurting over his fingers inside his underwear. He whimpered when he came and grabbed a washcloth to wash himself off, ignoring how very uncomfortable sticky shorts were.
Then he realized. What should he do with the cloth? He couldn't let Bam know what he'd just done!
He thought about throwing it out the window, then flushing it down the toilet, then eating it whole. He was desperate. He had to get rid of it!
He saw a little crack in the corner where Bam's sink met the wall and grinned. Perfect. Blocking out his mother's scolding voice in his head, he stuffed the cloth in the crack so it was out of sight.
Ville sighed in relief. Now Bam would never know.
He walked out of the bathroom and back over to Bam's closed door. He pushed at it since he'd busted the lock already and found there were things blocking it.
He heard a sharp intake of breath and stopped trying to move the door to listen.
Sniffles. Sniffles and little hiccups. Bam was crying.
"Open the door, Bam?" He said quietly.
Bam yelled, "No! Go 'way, Ville!" Or at least that's what it sounded like. He kept crying.
Deciding he would be getting nowhere and Bam really just wanted privacy at the moment, Ville said, "Okay." and walked off down the hallway.
*
Ville didn't hear Bam dig in his dresser for the video camera Ville'd given him or the 'beep' as he turned it on.
He didn't see Bam wipe his eyes and nose and look straight into the camera lens.
"I think I love Ville as more than a friend..." Ville didn't hear that either.
"What 'm I gonna do?" Bam shut off the camera after he said that and curled up under his covers, still sniffing and whimpering.
He fell asleep like that.
*
Ville was sitting on the couch watching How The Grinch Stole Christmas when he came back down the hallway, rubbing his red-rimmed eyes and yawning.
He eyed Bam warily. "You okay, sweetheart?"
Bam nodded and crawled onto the couch to lay up against him. "I'm fine. You?"
Ville wrapped an arm around Bam and pulled him close, wrapping them in the heartagram blanket and kissing Bam's hair.
"I'm perfect."
*
April and Anita watched happily as their boys cuddled on the couch in front of the movie.
"We really are brilliant, April, dear," Anita said.
April nodded. "We are."
They blew kisses at the boys and retreated back into the kitchen to watch the cookies bake.
***
I hereby dedicate this post to the gorgeous little Russian boy who scored the winning goal tonight for the Sabres! Maxim Afinogenov rocks my freaking world, man. (See icon ;))
And of course, to every one of you readers and reviewers. *blows kiss* So much love to you.
Leave me some in return? *snuggles*