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Title: The Christmas Tree Isn't The Only Work Of Art
Author:
slasher48 /
bad_bad_books
Rating: Rish
Pairing: Future Vam
Disclaimer: I've decided that only they can own themselves, sadly. Just look at them. Their every step, word and gesture screams, "I am independent and no one can own me". Exactly, so I don't.
AN: MERRY CHRISTMAS! I hope you all had a lovely Christmas! I know I did :). I bring you a gift--the happiest one-shot Christmas snippet of them all. Sorry, no sex. I'll get to work on the next chapter of the sequel though and I'm writing sex other places, so...we're good ;)
~Sixteen and Nineteen~
Ville reached on tiptoe to hang another bauble from a high branch on the Christmas tree. He was rushing and he knew he shouldn’t be, but Bam would be home soon and he wanted everything but the star already on the tree by then.
He wanted their first Christmas away from home to be absolutely perfect.
At least he didn’t have to worry about Bam being in love with him anymore. Bam was dating on and off, nothing serious but still dating, and he’d assured Ville that infatuation was long over.
Ville hadn’t the faintest idea why that left a hole in his chest the size of the King of Prussia Mall.
But in any event, it was over and their relationship was back to normal.
Mostly, anyway, because Ville couldn’t seem to bring himself to hold Bam in just a friendly way anymore.
The only time they ever snuggled was when Bam had one of his nightmares, and since last Christmas they’d been more frequent.
Ville’d taken care of Missy adequately the day after Bam had come from her party so distraught.
He hadn’t hurt her-it went against every gentlemanly tendency he had to hurt a woman-but he’d definitely made his anger known.
She’d never bothered Bam again, but apparently, that first traumatic experience still haunted him.
Ville walked into the kitchen and smiled at the smell of baking sugar cookies. Bam would be thrilled. He’d told Ville how much he missed his mother’s cookies so Ville had called April for the recipe and made them with his newly acquired cooking expertise (mostly from extensive reading and watching The Food Network).
Ville caught a glimpse of himself in the window over the kitchen sink and laughed. He looked like such a fool, but to get a laugh out of Bam, he’d do most anything.
He winked and pouted at himself, twirling around in his red Santa get-up. He looked nothing like the jolly old fellow with his dark hair, stick-thin figure, and pink cheeks, lips, and eyes, but Bam wouldn’t care. He’d just laugh himself stupid when he saw Ville and that was all Ville wanted.
“What do you want for Christmas, Bammie?” he said sweetly to the window and chuckled.
He really wouldn’t mind having Bam sitting on his knee, either. The boy was looking absolutely delicious nowadays.
Hearing steps coming up the stairs to their apartment, Ville quickly flicked the puff ball at the end of his Santa hat to hang over the back of his head and went to the little red chair he’d set up with candy canes and Christmas lights to sit down and wait.
The key turned and the door opened.
Bam gasped at the sight of Ville, then his eyes bugged and he started to laugh.
“Oh-my-god…you look so-fucking-funny!” he panted between giggles, falling on the floor and beating his fist against it.
Ville smiled fondly as his best friend’s laughter subsided. “Well, what are you waiting for, Bammie, dearest? Come sit on Santa’s lap and tell him what you want.”
Bam bit his lip to stifle another round of giggles and nodded, standing up and walking over to Ville.
He made himself comfortable on the older boy’s lap and snickered. “I want a new video camera, a tri-pod, a binder to keep my ideas in, a megaphone, and my Willa to stay my best friend forever.”
Ville leant down and nuzzled Bam’s cheek, making the younger boy giggle. “I think your Willa will be your best friend beyond that if I have anything to say about it, little one.”
Bam lay on Ville’s shoulder and smiled. “Good. That’s what I wish for the most, Santa. But the other stuff would be nice too.”
Ville laughed. “I’ll see what I can do, sweetheart. Now get off my lap and come put the star on the tree.”
Bam bounced after Ville up to the Christmas tree and stayed completely still (for once) while Ville handed him the beautiful black and gold star.
He jumped, holding the star carefully with two hands, but he still couldn’t reach the top of the tree.
“Ville!” He whined, feeling awfully short.
Ville laughed and took the star from him to set it down on the coffee table. He picked Bam up and put him on his shoulders, grunting at his weight, and handed him the star again.
“Think you can reach now, Bam-love?”
Bam leaned over and set the star perfectly on the top of the tree. “Yeah. That’s pretty, don’t you think, Vil’?”
Ville backed up to the couch and fell back onto it, dropping Bam on the soft cushions as they both giggled. He pulled his Bammie into his arms and inhaled his scent.
“It’s beautiful, darling.” He wasn’t just talking about the tree.
*
A little later found Ville and Bam sitting on the couch snarfing sugar cookies and playing “Try To Catch Sprinkles In Your Mouth.”
Bam leaned back over the arm of the couch and caught the sprinkle, then fell backwards onto the floor laughing.
“Bam! Are you okay?”
Bam had tears in his eyes from laughing so hard. “I’m fine, Ville.”
He sat back on the couch and tossed a purple sprinkle Ville’s way. Ville bent his neck sideways to catch the sprinkle, but it still only landed on his nose.
Bam laughed harder. “You’re so bad at this!”
Ville sniffed, pouting just a little. “Well, it’s not like it’s a game that takes any sort of intelligence. We’re just goofing around.”
Bam stuck his tongue out. “Ah, but it does take a talented mouth.”
He winked at Ville and images Ville definitely did not want appearing in his head while within touching distance of Bam…appeared.
He didn’t doubt Bam would have a talented mouth, if he were to want Bam to use it on him.
Which he didn’t…right?
Bam had forgotten about the sprinkles and was now dunking his sugar cookie in milk and devouring both.
Ville ate his own slowly and quietly, trying hard not to but thinking anyway about Bam and how he felt.
*
It appeared that an hour without conversation was the sleeping draught Bam needed, because by midnight, Bam was sound asleep.
For longer than was necessary to figure out what Bam was doing, Ville just stared at his friend.
Bam was beautiful. There was absolutely no other way to put it. He was simply, purely beautiful.
Ville ran his eyes from the curve of Bam’s cheeks down his chubby little neck to where his hands rested on the heartagram blanket. He felt an insane urge to pluck one of Bam’s hands from its place and put Bam’s thumb in his mouth. Ah, the memories.
Then he felt an urge he could follow through on. He blew a kiss to Bam’s sleeping form and walked into his room to retrieve his sketchbook.
He returned- full of excitement-to sit on the couch silently and sketch.
He paid careful attention to the detail of Bam’s peaceful face. His big yet graceful hands, the way his beanie sat on his curls, the rise and fall of his chest barely visible above the blanket-these were all things Ville incorporated into his sketch.
After erasing and re-drawing several different things, the drawing was finally finished.
Ville signed it with a flourish and affectionately termed it Beautiful with a smile.
Then he closed the sketchbook and set it on the table and pulled Bam close so they could snuggle as he fell asleep.
He smiled as he slept, completely convinced that their first Christmas really had been perfect.
***
I saved the happiest for the actual day of Christmas! Merry Christmas, darlings! I hope you all had a fabulous day and night! Love you all! Leave me some love? :)
Author:
slasher48 /
bad_bad_books
Rating: Rish
Pairing: Future Vam
Disclaimer: I've decided that only they can own themselves, sadly. Just look at them. Their every step, word and gesture screams, "I am independent and no one can own me". Exactly, so I don't.
AN: MERRY CHRISTMAS! I hope you all had a lovely Christmas! I know I did :). I bring you a gift--the happiest one-shot Christmas snippet of them all. Sorry, no sex. I'll get to work on the next chapter of the sequel though and I'm writing sex other places, so...we're good ;)
~Sixteen and Nineteen~
Ville reached on tiptoe to hang another bauble from a high branch on the Christmas tree. He was rushing and he knew he shouldn’t be, but Bam would be home soon and he wanted everything but the star already on the tree by then.
He wanted their first Christmas away from home to be absolutely perfect.
At least he didn’t have to worry about Bam being in love with him anymore. Bam was dating on and off, nothing serious but still dating, and he’d assured Ville that infatuation was long over.
Ville hadn’t the faintest idea why that left a hole in his chest the size of the King of Prussia Mall.
But in any event, it was over and their relationship was back to normal.
Mostly, anyway, because Ville couldn’t seem to bring himself to hold Bam in just a friendly way anymore.
The only time they ever snuggled was when Bam had one of his nightmares, and since last Christmas they’d been more frequent.
Ville’d taken care of Missy adequately the day after Bam had come from her party so distraught.
He hadn’t hurt her-it went against every gentlemanly tendency he had to hurt a woman-but he’d definitely made his anger known.
She’d never bothered Bam again, but apparently, that first traumatic experience still haunted him.
Ville walked into the kitchen and smiled at the smell of baking sugar cookies. Bam would be thrilled. He’d told Ville how much he missed his mother’s cookies so Ville had called April for the recipe and made them with his newly acquired cooking expertise (mostly from extensive reading and watching The Food Network).
Ville caught a glimpse of himself in the window over the kitchen sink and laughed. He looked like such a fool, but to get a laugh out of Bam, he’d do most anything.
He winked and pouted at himself, twirling around in his red Santa get-up. He looked nothing like the jolly old fellow with his dark hair, stick-thin figure, and pink cheeks, lips, and eyes, but Bam wouldn’t care. He’d just laugh himself stupid when he saw Ville and that was all Ville wanted.
“What do you want for Christmas, Bammie?” he said sweetly to the window and chuckled.
He really wouldn’t mind having Bam sitting on his knee, either. The boy was looking absolutely delicious nowadays.
Hearing steps coming up the stairs to their apartment, Ville quickly flicked the puff ball at the end of his Santa hat to hang over the back of his head and went to the little red chair he’d set up with candy canes and Christmas lights to sit down and wait.
The key turned and the door opened.
Bam gasped at the sight of Ville, then his eyes bugged and he started to laugh.
“Oh-my-god…you look so-fucking-funny!” he panted between giggles, falling on the floor and beating his fist against it.
Ville smiled fondly as his best friend’s laughter subsided. “Well, what are you waiting for, Bammie, dearest? Come sit on Santa’s lap and tell him what you want.”
Bam bit his lip to stifle another round of giggles and nodded, standing up and walking over to Ville.
He made himself comfortable on the older boy’s lap and snickered. “I want a new video camera, a tri-pod, a binder to keep my ideas in, a megaphone, and my Willa to stay my best friend forever.”
Ville leant down and nuzzled Bam’s cheek, making the younger boy giggle. “I think your Willa will be your best friend beyond that if I have anything to say about it, little one.”
Bam lay on Ville’s shoulder and smiled. “Good. That’s what I wish for the most, Santa. But the other stuff would be nice too.”
Ville laughed. “I’ll see what I can do, sweetheart. Now get off my lap and come put the star on the tree.”
Bam bounced after Ville up to the Christmas tree and stayed completely still (for once) while Ville handed him the beautiful black and gold star.
He jumped, holding the star carefully with two hands, but he still couldn’t reach the top of the tree.
“Ville!” He whined, feeling awfully short.
Ville laughed and took the star from him to set it down on the coffee table. He picked Bam up and put him on his shoulders, grunting at his weight, and handed him the star again.
“Think you can reach now, Bam-love?”
Bam leaned over and set the star perfectly on the top of the tree. “Yeah. That’s pretty, don’t you think, Vil’?”
Ville backed up to the couch and fell back onto it, dropping Bam on the soft cushions as they both giggled. He pulled his Bammie into his arms and inhaled his scent.
“It’s beautiful, darling.” He wasn’t just talking about the tree.
*
A little later found Ville and Bam sitting on the couch snarfing sugar cookies and playing “Try To Catch Sprinkles In Your Mouth.”
Bam leaned back over the arm of the couch and caught the sprinkle, then fell backwards onto the floor laughing.
“Bam! Are you okay?”
Bam had tears in his eyes from laughing so hard. “I’m fine, Ville.”
He sat back on the couch and tossed a purple sprinkle Ville’s way. Ville bent his neck sideways to catch the sprinkle, but it still only landed on his nose.
Bam laughed harder. “You’re so bad at this!”
Ville sniffed, pouting just a little. “Well, it’s not like it’s a game that takes any sort of intelligence. We’re just goofing around.”
Bam stuck his tongue out. “Ah, but it does take a talented mouth.”
He winked at Ville and images Ville definitely did not want appearing in his head while within touching distance of Bam…appeared.
He didn’t doubt Bam would have a talented mouth, if he were to want Bam to use it on him.
Which he didn’t…right?
Bam had forgotten about the sprinkles and was now dunking his sugar cookie in milk and devouring both.
Ville ate his own slowly and quietly, trying hard not to but thinking anyway about Bam and how he felt.
*
It appeared that an hour without conversation was the sleeping draught Bam needed, because by midnight, Bam was sound asleep.
For longer than was necessary to figure out what Bam was doing, Ville just stared at his friend.
Bam was beautiful. There was absolutely no other way to put it. He was simply, purely beautiful.
Ville ran his eyes from the curve of Bam’s cheeks down his chubby little neck to where his hands rested on the heartagram blanket. He felt an insane urge to pluck one of Bam’s hands from its place and put Bam’s thumb in his mouth. Ah, the memories.
Then he felt an urge he could follow through on. He blew a kiss to Bam’s sleeping form and walked into his room to retrieve his sketchbook.
He returned- full of excitement-to sit on the couch silently and sketch.
He paid careful attention to the detail of Bam’s peaceful face. His big yet graceful hands, the way his beanie sat on his curls, the rise and fall of his chest barely visible above the blanket-these were all things Ville incorporated into his sketch.
After erasing and re-drawing several different things, the drawing was finally finished.
Ville signed it with a flourish and affectionately termed it Beautiful with a smile.
Then he closed the sketchbook and set it on the table and pulled Bam close so they could snuggle as he fell asleep.
He smiled as he slept, completely convinced that their first Christmas really had been perfect.
***
I saved the happiest for the actual day of Christmas! Merry Christmas, darlings! I hope you all had a fabulous day and night! Love you all! Leave me some love? :)