I waited till I saw the sun...
Ville chuckled, licking his fingertips and turning another page in the book he had made from the days when he had thought himself a photographer, as well as an artist, musician, and vocalist.
The familiar face of the man sleeping a few feet away in their bed made him smile. Blue eyes were narrowed and a little pink tongue was hanging out of his mouth, as that same man asked him with his expression, “What the hell you doin’, Willa?”
“Taking a picture of you,” he had responded, and Bam had just grinned like a maniac, enacting ridiculous, model-on-a-beach-like poses as Ville snapped photo after photo of the beautiful man.
“You’re a cunt, BamBam. All I want is a picture of you being you, none of that fake model shit.”
“Should I run down to the costume shop and grab a big-ass outfit of a woman’s fun parts, then?”
They had shared a long laugh and Ville, still laughing, had snapped the picture he was looking at now. Bam’s eyes had sparkled bright blue and his curls had flopped while he laughed; he had been beautiful then, unabashedly enjoying the new joke they had created.
He was beautiful now, lying very naked and very unaware in their bed. For a moment, Ville pondered getting out the old camera again, but the memory of Bam’s face the last time he had attempted to take a picture of him without clothes was enough to banish that urge quickly.
Smiling, Ville turned the page again. His fingers traced reverently over the print and his eyes grew dark as he remembered the day he had taken this photo.
“You were so damn frustrating to photograph,” he whispered to the page, his tongue moving over his lips.
The photo was of Bam, shirtless and sweaty, skating his heart out on the ramp.
Ville closed his eyes and he could picture Bam, exactly as he had been, completing trick after trick and getting sweatier and breathing harder with every movement.
The Ville of that day had been hard as steel, adjusting himself every other moment as he took photo after photo of Bam’s impressive art.
“Do another Impossible, the sun fucked the shot!” he had called with laughter in his voice, and Bam had grinned as he looked up, sending Ville’s pulse racing as he gave a thumbs up and headed up the ramp to do as Ville had asked.
He had flawlessly maneuvered himself into the trick and blown it away as always, then hopped down from the ramp and come over to Ville, grinning all the while. “Still takin’ pictures of me, Ville? What are you, some kind of new paparazzi?”
Ville hadn’t even thought about it as he had kept his eyes carefully on the camera and away from Bam’s heaving, glistening torso; he had answered straight from the heart. “Nah, BamBam, these pictures are just for me.”
Bam had hidden a smirk as he stepped past Ville, leading him into the kitchen as he grabbed a bottle of water to rehydrate.
“Just for you, huh? You like looking at pictures of me without a shirt then?”
Ville shifted as he remembered his dry reply, how much it had almost hurt him to lie.
“I use them as inspiration to stay a vegetarian; we Finns look weird that buff.”
The conversation had ended there, but Ville had remembered that smirk again as he had stared with awe at the developed photographs, and again as he had held them in his mind and wanked off to the image of Bam’s gorgeous body and laughing face.
As he opened his eyes, Ville couldn’t help but smile. Bam had rolled over onto his stomach, the comforter falling down his back until a little bit of his butt cheeks was poking out of the blanket. His face was peaceful and innocent in sleep, dark lashes soft on tanned cheeks and sweet lips parted as he breathed deeply.
“I love you so much, Bammie,” he whispered to the sleeping figure, only turning his attention from the man’s beauty when he moved another page further and his own face stared at him.
It had been Bam’s idea to use the timer on the camera to photograph them together; Ville had protested from the start, but secretly, he had always wanted one of the types of pictures Bam was suggesting.
His fingertip traced over the ridge of Bam’s side as he smiled down on the picture of Bam with his arm around Ville, his head on Ville’s shoulder and their darkness and light making for a perfect photo. Ville had been smiling like a fool despite his protests, his entire face glowing with contentment as he felt Bam’s bare arm resting loosely around his waist, their bare shoulders brushing, physiques so different and yet so beautiful in contrast.
Ville stared for a long moment at that picture. It had always been one of his favorites.
A soft sound brought his attention up from the book as he turned the page, and he looked up in time to see Bam’s eyelashes slowly come up to reveal sleepy blue eyes.
“Ville? What’re you doin’ all the way over there?” Bam nearly whined, rubbing the Sandman’s dust from his eyes as he didn’t quite pout at Ville.
Ville smiled-Bam was always very sweet and childlike when he just woke up, and for years, it had always amused him. “I’m just admiring you, sweetheart.”
He knew before Bam said it what would come from that lovely, sleep swollen mouth. “Well, you could do that over here, couldn’t you?”
Smiling, he nodded, holding the book open carefully as he walked over to the bed and sat a bare inch from Bam’s arm. “Did I tire you out?” he teased, brushing his fingers through Bam’s hair as his eyes returned to the photographs.
He had a soft spot for the one he had turned to. It was a picture of Bam that he had taken right after he had returned from meeting with Missy and her lawyer to finalize their divorce, after he had walked in to find Ville lounging casually on the couch with a coffee and a cigarette.
Bam hadn’t wasted time before falling into his arms, nearly knocking his cig out of his hand before he had crushed it into the ashtray and held Bam tight.
“It’s over,” Bam had whispered onto the Rolling Stones logo on Ville’s shirt, and Ville had nodded.
“Now it’s time for a new adventure, BamBam. What next?”
When Bam hadn’t answered, Ville had turned to look at him, and had sighed softly at the sight of an exhausted Bam sleeping peacefully on his shoulder.
He had remembered April telling him how restless Bam’s sleep had been the past few months, and decided to let him sleep.
Ville smiled, remembering how he had reached for the camera on the coffee table and snapped a picture before letting it drop onto the floor and succumbing to his own jet-lag fueled exhaustion.
Bam raised an eyebrow; he had shifted his body up to lie on Ville’s stomach, and now he was staring at the photographs with his lover. “That the one after the Missy thing?”
Ville chuckled. “Yeah, love, that’s the one.”
Bam wrinkled his nose. “Why do you like that one so much? I mean, I’m just sleeping.”
Ville sighed, the breath from it stirring Bam’s curls lightly. “I guess I just liked being the reason you actually finally slept.”
Grasping Bam’s chin, he gently lifted his head for a kiss. “Not to mention, you’re so utterly gorgeous while you sleep.”
Bam smiled, tangling their tongues, but Ville pulled away before it went too far too quickly.
“I would like to get through the book before you distract me, Bam,” he chastised mildly, even as his groin stirred in his boxers.
Bam nodded, sitting up to lean on Ville’s side as he watched his lover turn the page.
“Dude, that’s the first time we went out! I thought you told me the camera was out of film!” Bam exclaimed, jabbing his finger at the print of him in a suit, combing his hair at the bathroom sink before Ville would take him out on their first date.
Ville grinned sheepishly; before, he had always skipped this picture when Bam was looking, not wanting his lover to know he actually did possess a picture of him all dressed up like he was.
“I lied?” he said quietly, hoping not to incur Bam’s wrath over the picture. He really would rather get a nice morning tryst before they started their day with an argument.
Bam shrugged. “I was sorta bummed when you said that. I know you like it when I get all classy and dressed up like that.”
Ville reached around Bam’s waist to entwine their fingers, smiling at Bam’s unintentional sweetness. “Well, I did get the picture, and I love that picture, so I’m not doing anything with it any time soon.”
Nuzzling Bam’s temple with his nose, he turned the page with his other hand and chuckled.
“I still can’t believe you actually did that.”
Bam had come out to his friends and family in spectacular fashion, making a circuit of their homes with I fuck Ville Valo written over his torso in big, black, permanent inked letters.
Ville had hardly been able to contain his lust and hysterical laughter at the sight of his lover, but for a moment, had stopped Bam from pouncing him to take a photograph of the grinning man with the letters still on him.
Bam grinned, nibbling Ville’s jaw. “That was seriously, the best day ever.”
Ville’s chuckle grew into a full blown laugh as he kissed Bam’s cheeks and smirked at him. “You just say that because you got fucked to within an inch of your life and shocked the hell out of everybody from Pop-Pop to Frantz.”
Bam just kept grinning, turning the page for Ville to the next picture.
He started laughing so hard he couldn’t stop as his eyes fell on the print, toppling backwards out of Ville’s arms in his hysteria as Ville watched him in amused embarrassment.
“That funny, darling?”
Bam’s pink face came out from behind his arm and he nodded, still grinning manically as he finally stopped. “Jesus Christ, Vil, I can’t believe you seriously took a picture of just me bending over.”
Ville’s pale cheeks turned pink. “Well, you have a beautiful ass, okay?” He licked his lips without realizing it, tracing the curve he knew so well, in jeans Bam never wore anymore unless they were alone.
Bam’s laughter left him and his eyes glittered as he shifted up and back into Ville’s arms. “Only one left, right?” He moved a bit so his bare ass was accidentally-on-purpose pressing into Ville’s groin, looking down at the book with feigned concentration.
Ville smiled, the expression filled with heat. “Yes, darling, just one left.” The heat turned into pure, sweet joy as he turned the page and stared down at the last picture, one of an image that would never leave his mind anyway.
Bam’s grin faded into a soft smile as he too stared at the photograph, shifting so he was almost completely in Ville’s lap, for once because he wanted the closeness rather than the sex.
Ville left the book open and wrapped his arms around his Bam, eyes never leaving the picture. “You are the most incredible man alive,” he whispered, kissing Bam’s cheek as he rested their fingers, tangled together, on Bam’s stomach.
The picture that lay out before them was of Bam, barely a year ago, kneeling in front of Ville. Drawn across his face, each word on its own piece of masking tape, were the words I. Love. You.
Ville chuckled a moment, remembering Bam’s clever ploy to get him to read the tape, how he had pouted and whined about it being sticky and messed up so that you couldn’t even read it anyway, then demanded that Ville fix it with his artist’s hands.
As Ville had stared and smiled, shaking his head at Bam’s crazy actions, Bam had opened his mouth and there on his tongue, over a small, velvet square, had laid a beautiful ring encrusted with diamonds.
Ville had felt his body tense, his heart stop, his breath quicken, as he had stared at the ring. Even now, he could remember the exact emotions that had blindsided him as he had been confronted with Bam’s odd proposal.
Taking the ring from his tongue and lifting Ville’s hand to slide it on his finger, Bam had asked softly, “Marry me?”
That had been all Ville had needed before the Yes came. Looking back now, he smiled at how never-shed-a-tear-Bam had been a happy, crying, smiling mess of kisses and thank you, thank you, thank you after hearing his response.
Ville closed the book and lifted their fingers to look at the ring that still sparkled on his hand.
“I love you,” he said on a breath, squeezing Bam tight around his waist as he kissed his temple.
Bam took the book from him and stuffed it into their drawer full of important things next to their bed, smiling as he returned his attention to Ville and pressed their lips together. “Love you too.”
“Why don’t you take pictures anymore, baby?” he asked curiously as he pushed Ville down on his back in the bed and crawled over him, rubbing his hands up a pale chest as he kissed two pale cheeks one after the other.
Ville smiled. “I have other important things to worry about now.”
Bam smiled too, as he kissed Ville’s nose and forehead. “Oh yeah? Like what?”
Ville cupped Bam’s cheek with one hand and with the other brought Bam’s hand to his lips to kiss the matching ring that adorned one of Bam’s fingers. “Like my husband.”
The rest of what they would have said was lost to moans and desperate whispers as Bam, as always, demanded Ville’s focus rest on him and only him.
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*points to the top of the page* Yes, I did in fact, write fluff. Very gushy, mushy fluff.
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The familiar face of the man sleeping a few feet away in their bed made him smile. Blue eyes were narrowed and a little pink tongue was hanging out of his mouth, as that same man asked him with his expression, “What the hell you doin’, Willa?”
“Taking a picture of you,” he had responded, and Bam had just grinned like a maniac, enacting ridiculous, model-on-a-beach-like poses as Ville snapped photo after photo of the beautiful man.
“You’re a cunt, BamBam. All I want is a picture of you being you, none of that fake model shit.”
“Should I run down to the costume shop and grab a big-ass outfit of a woman’s fun parts, then?”
They had shared a long laugh and Ville, still laughing, had snapped the picture he was looking at now. Bam’s eyes had sparkled bright blue and his curls had flopped while he laughed; he had been beautiful then, unabashedly enjoying the new joke they had created.
He was beautiful now, lying very naked and very unaware in their bed. For a moment, Ville pondered getting out the old camera again, but the memory of Bam’s face the last time he had attempted to take a picture of him without clothes was enough to banish that urge quickly.
Smiling, Ville turned the page again. His fingers traced reverently over the print and his eyes grew dark as he remembered the day he had taken this photo.
“You were so damn frustrating to photograph,” he whispered to the page, his tongue moving over his lips.
The photo was of Bam, shirtless and sweaty, skating his heart out on the ramp.
Ville closed his eyes and he could picture Bam, exactly as he had been, completing trick after trick and getting sweatier and breathing harder with every movement.
The Ville of that day had been hard as steel, adjusting himself every other moment as he took photo after photo of Bam’s impressive art.
“Do another Impossible, the sun fucked the shot!” he had called with laughter in his voice, and Bam had grinned as he looked up, sending Ville’s pulse racing as he gave a thumbs up and headed up the ramp to do as Ville had asked.
He had flawlessly maneuvered himself into the trick and blown it away as always, then hopped down from the ramp and come over to Ville, grinning all the while. “Still takin’ pictures of me, Ville? What are you, some kind of new paparazzi?”
Ville hadn’t even thought about it as he had kept his eyes carefully on the camera and away from Bam’s heaving, glistening torso; he had answered straight from the heart. “Nah, BamBam, these pictures are just for me.”
Bam had hidden a smirk as he stepped past Ville, leading him into the kitchen as he grabbed a bottle of water to rehydrate.
“Just for you, huh? You like looking at pictures of me without a shirt then?”
Ville shifted as he remembered his dry reply, how much it had almost hurt him to lie.
“I use them as inspiration to stay a vegetarian; we Finns look weird that buff.”
The conversation had ended there, but Ville had remembered that smirk again as he had stared with awe at the developed photographs, and again as he had held them in his mind and wanked off to the image of Bam’s gorgeous body and laughing face.
As he opened his eyes, Ville couldn’t help but smile. Bam had rolled over onto his stomach, the comforter falling down his back until a little bit of his butt cheeks was poking out of the blanket. His face was peaceful and innocent in sleep, dark lashes soft on tanned cheeks and sweet lips parted as he breathed deeply.
“I love you so much, Bammie,” he whispered to the sleeping figure, only turning his attention from the man’s beauty when he moved another page further and his own face stared at him.
It had been Bam’s idea to use the timer on the camera to photograph them together; Ville had protested from the start, but secretly, he had always wanted one of the types of pictures Bam was suggesting.
His fingertip traced over the ridge of Bam’s side as he smiled down on the picture of Bam with his arm around Ville, his head on Ville’s shoulder and their darkness and light making for a perfect photo. Ville had been smiling like a fool despite his protests, his entire face glowing with contentment as he felt Bam’s bare arm resting loosely around his waist, their bare shoulders brushing, physiques so different and yet so beautiful in contrast.
Ville stared for a long moment at that picture. It had always been one of his favorites.
A soft sound brought his attention up from the book as he turned the page, and he looked up in time to see Bam’s eyelashes slowly come up to reveal sleepy blue eyes.
“Ville? What’re you doin’ all the way over there?” Bam nearly whined, rubbing the Sandman’s dust from his eyes as he didn’t quite pout at Ville.
Ville smiled-Bam was always very sweet and childlike when he just woke up, and for years, it had always amused him. “I’m just admiring you, sweetheart.”
He knew before Bam said it what would come from that lovely, sleep swollen mouth. “Well, you could do that over here, couldn’t you?”
Smiling, he nodded, holding the book open carefully as he walked over to the bed and sat a bare inch from Bam’s arm. “Did I tire you out?” he teased, brushing his fingers through Bam’s hair as his eyes returned to the photographs.
He had a soft spot for the one he had turned to. It was a picture of Bam that he had taken right after he had returned from meeting with Missy and her lawyer to finalize their divorce, after he had walked in to find Ville lounging casually on the couch with a coffee and a cigarette.
Bam hadn’t wasted time before falling into his arms, nearly knocking his cig out of his hand before he had crushed it into the ashtray and held Bam tight.
“It’s over,” Bam had whispered onto the Rolling Stones logo on Ville’s shirt, and Ville had nodded.
“Now it’s time for a new adventure, BamBam. What next?”
When Bam hadn’t answered, Ville had turned to look at him, and had sighed softly at the sight of an exhausted Bam sleeping peacefully on his shoulder.
He had remembered April telling him how restless Bam’s sleep had been the past few months, and decided to let him sleep.
Ville smiled, remembering how he had reached for the camera on the coffee table and snapped a picture before letting it drop onto the floor and succumbing to his own jet-lag fueled exhaustion.
Bam raised an eyebrow; he had shifted his body up to lie on Ville’s stomach, and now he was staring at the photographs with his lover. “That the one after the Missy thing?”
Ville chuckled. “Yeah, love, that’s the one.”
Bam wrinkled his nose. “Why do you like that one so much? I mean, I’m just sleeping.”
Ville sighed, the breath from it stirring Bam’s curls lightly. “I guess I just liked being the reason you actually finally slept.”
Grasping Bam’s chin, he gently lifted his head for a kiss. “Not to mention, you’re so utterly gorgeous while you sleep.”
Bam smiled, tangling their tongues, but Ville pulled away before it went too far too quickly.
“I would like to get through the book before you distract me, Bam,” he chastised mildly, even as his groin stirred in his boxers.
Bam nodded, sitting up to lean on Ville’s side as he watched his lover turn the page.
“Dude, that’s the first time we went out! I thought you told me the camera was out of film!” Bam exclaimed, jabbing his finger at the print of him in a suit, combing his hair at the bathroom sink before Ville would take him out on their first date.
Ville grinned sheepishly; before, he had always skipped this picture when Bam was looking, not wanting his lover to know he actually did possess a picture of him all dressed up like he was.
“I lied?” he said quietly, hoping not to incur Bam’s wrath over the picture. He really would rather get a nice morning tryst before they started their day with an argument.
Bam shrugged. “I was sorta bummed when you said that. I know you like it when I get all classy and dressed up like that.”
Ville reached around Bam’s waist to entwine their fingers, smiling at Bam’s unintentional sweetness. “Well, I did get the picture, and I love that picture, so I’m not doing anything with it any time soon.”
Nuzzling Bam’s temple with his nose, he turned the page with his other hand and chuckled.
“I still can’t believe you actually did that.”
Bam had come out to his friends and family in spectacular fashion, making a circuit of their homes with I fuck Ville Valo written over his torso in big, black, permanent inked letters.
Ville had hardly been able to contain his lust and hysterical laughter at the sight of his lover, but for a moment, had stopped Bam from pouncing him to take a photograph of the grinning man with the letters still on him.
Bam grinned, nibbling Ville’s jaw. “That was seriously, the best day ever.”
Ville’s chuckle grew into a full blown laugh as he kissed Bam’s cheeks and smirked at him. “You just say that because you got fucked to within an inch of your life and shocked the hell out of everybody from Pop-Pop to Frantz.”
Bam just kept grinning, turning the page for Ville to the next picture.
He started laughing so hard he couldn’t stop as his eyes fell on the print, toppling backwards out of Ville’s arms in his hysteria as Ville watched him in amused embarrassment.
“That funny, darling?”
Bam’s pink face came out from behind his arm and he nodded, still grinning manically as he finally stopped. “Jesus Christ, Vil, I can’t believe you seriously took a picture of just me bending over.”
Ville’s pale cheeks turned pink. “Well, you have a beautiful ass, okay?” He licked his lips without realizing it, tracing the curve he knew so well, in jeans Bam never wore anymore unless they were alone.
Bam’s laughter left him and his eyes glittered as he shifted up and back into Ville’s arms. “Only one left, right?” He moved a bit so his bare ass was accidentally-on-purpose pressing into Ville’s groin, looking down at the book with feigned concentration.
Ville smiled, the expression filled with heat. “Yes, darling, just one left.” The heat turned into pure, sweet joy as he turned the page and stared down at the last picture, one of an image that would never leave his mind anyway.
Bam’s grin faded into a soft smile as he too stared at the photograph, shifting so he was almost completely in Ville’s lap, for once because he wanted the closeness rather than the sex.
Ville left the book open and wrapped his arms around his Bam, eyes never leaving the picture. “You are the most incredible man alive,” he whispered, kissing Bam’s cheek as he rested their fingers, tangled together, on Bam’s stomach.
The picture that lay out before them was of Bam, barely a year ago, kneeling in front of Ville. Drawn across his face, each word on its own piece of masking tape, were the words I. Love. You.
Ville chuckled a moment, remembering Bam’s clever ploy to get him to read the tape, how he had pouted and whined about it being sticky and messed up so that you couldn’t even read it anyway, then demanded that Ville fix it with his artist’s hands.
As Ville had stared and smiled, shaking his head at Bam’s crazy actions, Bam had opened his mouth and there on his tongue, over a small, velvet square, had laid a beautiful ring encrusted with diamonds.
Ville had felt his body tense, his heart stop, his breath quicken, as he had stared at the ring. Even now, he could remember the exact emotions that had blindsided him as he had been confronted with Bam’s odd proposal.
Taking the ring from his tongue and lifting Ville’s hand to slide it on his finger, Bam had asked softly, “Marry me?”
That had been all Ville had needed before the Yes came. Looking back now, he smiled at how never-shed-a-tear-Bam had been a happy, crying, smiling mess of kisses and thank you, thank you, thank you after hearing his response.
Ville closed the book and lifted their fingers to look at the ring that still sparkled on his hand.
“I love you,” he said on a breath, squeezing Bam tight around his waist as he kissed his temple.
Bam took the book from him and stuffed it into their drawer full of important things next to their bed, smiling as he returned his attention to Ville and pressed their lips together. “Love you too.”
“Why don’t you take pictures anymore, baby?” he asked curiously as he pushed Ville down on his back in the bed and crawled over him, rubbing his hands up a pale chest as he kissed two pale cheeks one after the other.
Ville smiled. “I have other important things to worry about now.”
Bam smiled too, as he kissed Ville’s nose and forehead. “Oh yeah? Like what?”
Ville cupped Bam’s cheek with one hand and with the other brought Bam’s hand to his lips to kiss the matching ring that adorned one of Bam’s fingers. “Like my husband.”
The rest of what they would have said was lost to moans and desperate whispers as Bam, as always, demanded Ville’s focus rest on him and only him.
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*points to the top of the page* Yes, I did in fact, write fluff. Very gushy, mushy fluff.
Even the Queen of Angst needs to dip into happy sometimes, right? ;)
Keep me in the happy by giving me comments? Please?