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Skin Deep
Oops. Take two.
I'msorryI'msorryI'msorry!!!
I've been working like crazy lately and have been fried.
Forgive me? -puppy dog pout-
Bigger chapter before Monday night, hopefully
tomorrow.
Um, btdubs, I'm posting to you with only half my screen
available as there is a huge crack blacking out 60% of it
so I will fix the coding and everything else tomorrow
from a real computer.
goodnight.
-the author.
“Ho’kay. So, rules of engagement. We start at Jack’s entrance.
One shot for every ‘savvy’, two every time Orlando does something
stupid. Oh, and two for every ‘I’m or You’re Captain Jack
Sparrow.’ Agreed?”
“Agreed.”
Bam smirked as he raised his glass. “Take what you can.”
Ville grinned and clinked their glasses together. “Give nothing back.”
“I fucking love you.”
Ville giggled. “Damn straight.”
With twenty-seven shots between them (Ville had missed the last one,
or was it the one before last? He couldn't really remember.), they had gotten quite
a bit closer. Drunk limbs sprawled in careless piles.
“So the heathen gods placed upon the gold a terrible curse...”
“...punished ‘fer eterrrrnityyyyyy...” Ville murmured along
drunkenly.
Bam snickered and tightened the arm around Ville, pulling
him close enough for a kiss that landed desperate and
hard. Ville was caught off-guard as he he lost his
breath to Bam’s lips. He felt the skater smile into the kiss,
before he pulled away slightly. Their noses brushed in a
drunken eskimo kiss. Bam laughed softly.
“Do you remember that night in Helsinki?”
Ville let out a dorky snicker. “Before or after rehab?”
“Before.”
“Probably not, then. But you can try.”
Bam snuggled closer, dipping his head to brush his stubble along
the crook of Ville’s neck and up to his ear. He pressed butterfly
kisses as he went.
“A lot of Finnish white wine and a lot of, well, this.”
He murmured as he grazed his teeth along the exposed flesh
he encountered.
“Pfft and it took you two glasses to realize what our
white wine was.”
“Yeah, you got me Vil’.”
And that’s when Ville became painfully aware of three things.
Missy had never been to Finland.
Missy had never gone to rehab.
And he was pretty sure Missy had never tricked Bam into
drinking two straight goblets of vodka by using the oldest joke
on tourists in the book.
“Gotcha.” Bam smiled.
Oops. Take two.
I'msorryI'msorryI'msorry!!!
I've been working like crazy lately and have been fried.
Forgive me? -puppy dog pout-
Bigger chapter before Monday night, hopefully
tomorrow.
Um, btdubs, I'm posting to you with only half my screen
available as there is a huge crack blacking out 60% of it
so I will fix the coding and everything else tomorrow
from a real computer.
goodnight.
-the author.
“Ho’kay. So, rules of engagement. We start at Jack’s entrance.
One shot for every ‘savvy’, two every time Orlando does something
stupid. Oh, and two for every ‘I’m or You’re Captain Jack
Sparrow.’ Agreed?”
“Agreed.”
Bam smirked as he raised his glass. “Take what you can.”
Ville grinned and clinked their glasses together. “Give nothing back.”
“I fucking love you.”
Ville giggled. “Damn straight.”
With twenty-seven shots between them (Ville had missed the last one,
or was it the one before last? He couldn't really remember.), they had gotten quite
a bit closer. Drunk limbs sprawled in careless piles.
“So the heathen gods placed upon the gold a terrible curse...”
“...punished ‘fer eterrrrnityyyyyy...” Ville murmured along
drunkenly.
Bam snickered and tightened the arm around Ville, pulling
him close enough for a kiss that landed desperate and
hard. Ville was caught off-guard as he he lost his
breath to Bam’s lips. He felt the skater smile into the kiss,
before he pulled away slightly. Their noses brushed in a
drunken eskimo kiss. Bam laughed softly.
“Do you remember that night in Helsinki?”
Ville let out a dorky snicker. “Before or after rehab?”
“Before.”
“Probably not, then. But you can try.”
Bam snuggled closer, dipping his head to brush his stubble along
the crook of Ville’s neck and up to his ear. He pressed butterfly
kisses as he went.
“A lot of Finnish white wine and a lot of, well, this.”
He murmured as he grazed his teeth along the exposed flesh
he encountered.
“Pfft and it took you two glasses to realize what our
white wine was.”
“Yeah, you got me Vil’.”
And that’s when Ville became painfully aware of three things.
Missy had never been to Finland.
Missy had never gone to rehab.
And he was pretty sure Missy had never tricked Bam into
drinking two straight goblets of vodka by using the oldest joke
on tourists in the book.
“Gotcha.” Bam smiled.