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Title: Untitled...
Author: Myself. [asphyxophilia]
Rating: PG [little bit of language.. and kisses]
Pairing: Vam/unknown?
Summary: Well, Bam and Ville are together and when Ville leaves for a trip to Finland, Bam gets suspicious that he is seeing another... so he follows him. Finds him with a woman.
“But Ville, why not?” Bam whined, crossing arms over his broad chest.
“Bam,” Ville side glanced at him sternly. “We already went over this. I promised a long time ago that I would go on this trip. I can’t just back out of it now.”
“Yes you can.” The man pouted. Ville sighed, smiling softly at the sight of a grown man pouting over him going away. “It’s only going to be a week. I’m sure you can manage that long without me. Just… call Dunn and Raab over. Or, I give you permission to use my dildo. That’ll keep you busy. Now c’mon. You have to drive me to the air port.” His smiled broadened as he shoved another clean shirt into his messenger bag then slung it over his shoulder, skipping from the room. Bam reluctantly followed. He didn’t want Ville to go away not only for the fact that he would desperately miss him, but he also had suspicions about this trip in general. Ville had spent several nights locked in the spare bedroom on the phone, voice hushed, purposely so Bam could not hear. Or so he believed. Ville was up to something.
“Cooome on, Bam!” Ville called, already outside and waiting beside the red Hummer. He reluctantly obliged, locking the door on his way out and made his way to the vehicle. Climbing into the driver’s seat and starting the ignition, he backed from the driveway and out onto the empty street. No one was up this early. Ville hopped excitedly in his seat, talking gibberish in a high pitched voice. Bam couldn’t help but be amused. Stopping at a red light, a shrill ringing echoed through the vehicle from Ville’s bag. Ville stared blankly at it for a minute, before suddenly clueing in to what was going on and search through the few clothes and make up for his cell phone. Flipping the cover and pressing it to his ear, “Hello?”
“Hi!” He shrieked when he realized who it was. “I knoooow. I can’t wait to see you too! We’re almost to the air port.” Bam stared at him.
/What? ‘I can’t wait to see you’? Ville… is having an affair! Why didn’t I realize this before? The late night phone calls… the suspicious trip… damnit, he’s even wearing those small black panties! Why didn’t I figure this out before… was I not good enough? Did I not please Ville?/
“Bam, darling, the light is green.” Ville giggled at Bam’s vacant expression. Bam turned back to the road before him, gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white. /I can’t believe this! I should have known better. Ville was never really happy, was he? It was all just a joke to him. Another game/ Bam growled at the sound of Ville’s excited giggles as he continued rambling into the phone until he was forced to end the call as they reached their destination. “Okay darling!” He made a kiss noise into the phone then slapped it shut and shoved it back into his bag.
“We’re here!” He hopped from the car. /Way to state the obvious/ Bam stepped from the car, subconsciously slamming the door, earning a questioning look from Ville who quickly moved on and skipped into the looming structure before them. Bam followed, greeted first by the sound of heels on the smooth floor and the echoing woman’s voice over the PA.
Ville froze in front of him, reaching back and groping his chest for a moment before finding his wrist to cling to. “Bam! That’s my flight!” He started running, pulling the disgruntled Bam behind him, pushing his way through small groups of people, ignoring their angry protests.
“Wait!” Ville waved his ticket in the face of a flight attendant. “I’m here!” He smiled broadly. As if the very flight revolved around him. Bam couldn’t help but roll his eyes.
Ville turned back to him, still smiling as he pulled him into a hug, hand gracing his buttocks. Bam flinched, but Ville didn’t seem to notice. He pulled away only to capture Bam’s lips in a kiss, tongue flicking over pursed lips. Finally noticing Bam’s stiff body, he pulled away, green eyes searching the irritated blue circles before him.
“Bammie? Aw. Are you still sulking over the fact that I’m leaving?” He hopped up and down, pinching Bam’s cheek. Bam scowled, slapping his hand away and forced the tall man towards the entrance before them.
“Get the fuck out of my sight.”
“Okay Bammie, I’ll miss you too!” And with that Ville was gone.
* * *
A few hours later found Bam pacing his bedroom back at the house, trying to ignore Ville’s belongings scattered across just about ever surface in the room. He had given a lot of thought to what was going on, and he decided that despite what he had heard, he didn’t believe that Ville was off screwing someone else. /He can’t be. I mean, if he were, wouldn’t he have made it more discrete than he did? I certainly would have, had it been me. But I wouldn’t have gone behind Ville’s back and seen someone else!/ He growled deep in his throat, kicking angrily at a small pile of Ville’s CDs on the floor. /That’s it. I won’t just sit back and wait for Ville to return after fucking another guy. I’m going after him!/
And that was that. Bam took no time in getting to the air port and to his own private jet. Soon they were flying over the ocean, closer and closer to with each passing moment.
“Bam?” The pilot shook the sleeping man. “We’ve arrived.” Bam was quick to jump from his seat, scratching the sleep from the corners of his eyes as he clambered down the steps from the jet. Hurrying through the air port to the outside street, he hailed a taxi. He knew where to go. It was getting dark, and Ville would certainly be heading to a pub. And he knew just which one. He and Ville had gone there last time they visited here… that was a good trip.
Bam angrily avoided the memory, adjusting the black beanie on his head anxiously, urging the cabbie faster, but the evening traffic made it difficult. Within little time, he became agitated by the slow moving cars. So shoving a few crumpled bills into the man’s hand, he jumped from the car and hurried in the direction of the pub, quite surprised that he still remembered the way.
Reaching the pub, he burst inside without a thought of being sneaky, not sure whether to be relieved or disappointed when he saw a lack of Ville inside. But he would be here… Bam was sure. So taking a seat near the back, he waited. And waited. Two hours, 3 beers and 7 cups of coffee later, Bam heard a familiar laugh. There he was. Ville. He had a large smile plastered on his face, laughing at something or other. And that’s when Bam saw her. /Fuck/ Ville had left him for a girl. He should have known. It was only time before Ville became tired of being taken and craved the sweet pleasures of a female. She clung tightly, even possessively, to Ville’s arm, long, wavy blonde hair cascading down her back, clad in a tight white tee shirt and equally tight black pants. /Shit/ She was wearing Ville’s scarf. Ville didn’t even let Bam wear that scarf! He claimed it would be ruined. Right. Ville didn’t want it to be ruined by Bam’s scent. /Fucker/
Bam ordered a shot, angrily watching the two sitting at a table towards the front. Both had ordered coffees, but the mugs of liquid had long gone cold as the two paid attention only to each other. Sitting very closely, Ville’s hand stroked the girl’s thigh, occasionally brushing a strand of hair from her face.
Gulping back his 5th shot, Bam slammed the small glass down onto the table, watching Ville press his lips to the girl’s. Another drink was brought to him as he watched the kiss deepen. Tongue was evident. The liquid burnt down his throat, only adding to his anger. Turning only to wave the waitress over for another shot, he looked back to find Ville and his girlfriend gone. /Fuck!/ Bam slapped a few bills on the table and leapt from his seat, bumping past a few people to the door. Outside, he could see the two walking slowly down the sidewalk, arms around each other, holding close. The alcohol pursing through his veins momentarily blurred his vision, and in the back of his mind he wondered if he should continue to pursue the couple in such a state or not. He had not intended to become drunk, but as anger overwhelmed him, he had needed to vent such emotion. And without Ville to take as his own, he had been forced to turn to alcohol. Watching the two only further agitated his condition, and when he realized that he knew where they were headed, there was no second thought as to pursue the couple or not. They were surely on their way to a hotel. And there was but one hotel that Ville stayed in when in Finland. It certainly wasn’t the nicest, but Ville had always argued that it was the coziest.
But if they get here before him… no. Must beat them. Pulling his jacket tighter around his body, he briskly walked down the first alley he came to and to the street on the other side. Taking a moment to figure out where he had ended up, he broke into a run down the street, avoiding the people and couples as well as he could.
Nausea abruptly took hold of his body. His stomach tightened and contracted, his drinks daring him to continue running. But he couldn’t stop. /Damnit, why didn’t I stop after one beer?/
Bam stopped, finding himself in front of the hotel. Stepping up the single step to the glass doors, he struggled to push down the feeling of nausea, gripping his stomach desperately.
“Hi,” He stepped up to the clerk. “Alright, so I’ve forgotten what room number I’m in, so can you help me? It should be under Valo.”
The man watched him carefully, before lowering his gaze to the large book before him, eyes scanning the page.
“Ah, yes. We’ve been waiting for you.” He looked up at Bam with a smile, pointing down a hallway on the other side of the lobby. “Room 117.”
/Waiting for me? Who does he think I am, Ville? Dumbass/
Bam nodded, thanking the man then turned on his heel, quickly making his way to the room in case that Ville and his friend were near. He had to get in there.
Luckily, the door wasn’t locked. Ville never locked rooms.
Inside, he was hit with the familiar scent of Ville, mixed with something new. The sweet scent of the female.
And then he heard them. Ville’s laugh echoed down the hall through the door behind his back.
“Fuck.”
He had to hide. Quickly gazing around the room, he jumped over a few scattered bags on the floor to the closet, jerking it open and forced himself inside. It was a tight fit, but he managed to get inside and close the door, still able to see out into the main room through vent like cracks on the door. Ville entered first, pulling the girl in by the hand with him. She giggled, both were smiling happily. Bam couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen Ville look so… content. Maybe this is really what he needs.
/No, Bam! Don’t think like that. Ville is yours, and only yours!/
Bam couldn’t help but smile at the thought of Ville being his, but was quickly pulled from his brief state of happiness as the girl started talking.
“Ville, I’m so glad you were able to come here. It’s been so long since I last had the…” She seemed to struggle with her words, voice heavily accented almost to the point that it became hard to understand. “privilege of your company.” Ville smiled.
“Well, just because I’ve made it big and you haven’t doesn’t mean I can’t come and visit you.” He grinned teasingly. The girl swatted him playfully across the chest, whispering something in Finnish with a sly grin, and then turned away to pull her shirt from her body. She had her back to Bam, but he was still able to take notice of her lack of a bra.
“Lets get in bed.” She suggested, and then disappeared into the bathroom, hips gliding sexily from side to side as she went. /No. Not sexily. She’s not sexy. No, not hot. Not at all. C’mon, Bam!/ Bam switched his gaze back to Ville on the bed, who stood long enough to strip himself of all clothing, and then climbed into the bed in only his small panties. Bam bit back the want to jump from the closet and shake some sense into Ville.
“Did you bring the scented condoms?”
“Of course I did, darling.” Ville hopped from the bed to dig through his bed.
/Scented condoms? That’s it!/ Bam burst from the closet. The sudden noise caused Ville to jump, and turn quickly, eyes wide in surprise.
“Bam!” He stood slowly, eyes narrowed accusingly.
“Don’t you dare look at me like that. I know what you’re up to.” Bam snarled.
“Ville, what did yo-“ Bam turned to see the girl standing in the bathroom doorway. But… Bam stared at her chest. It was flat, lacking the smooth curve of breasts. It was a man! “Ville…” He cautiously stepped towards Ville, but Ville motioned him back.
“No, Jonne.” He turned back to Bam, hands resting on jagged hips. “What are you doing here?”
“I knew you were with someone else! I saw you two kissing and holding hands!” He spat. Ville stared at him silently for a moment, before bursting into a sudden fit of giggles.
“I-I’m sorry Jonne, but I cannot bare your children.”
Jonne stared at him, seeming confused at first before following along. “Gods, I was scared you would question. To have a child with you!... would be to have a child with… a…. woman! But I still love you.” He walked over, draping an arm around Ville’s waist.
“Bam, darling, you really must learn to have more faith in me. Jonne here is my best friend. And nothing more. We just show affection differently than Americans do.”
“Oh! This is the American?” Jonne walked over to stop before Bam, extending a slender hand. Bam stared at Ville, then to Jonne, then down to his hand. Taking it in his own, Jonne held his grip, smiling.
“I hear so much about you. Ville talks very fondly of you.” Bam forced a quick smile, pulling his hand from Jonne’s and held it to his chest.
“What about the scented condoms?” Ville chuckled, pressing a hand over his lips.
“Oh, I’m sure that didn’t sound good. Well, whenever Jonne and I stay at a hotel together, we bring condoms. Not for sex, mind you, but we put lotion in them and leave them scattered around the room… stuck to the ceiling and such. Quite immature and pointless, yes, but amusing nonetheless. Gives us a chuckle.”
“Yes! Remember that one time… we were sleeping and that lady cleaner came into the room and slipped on one left on the floor!” Jonne and Ville both started laughing, before, continuing to rant about such an event in Finnish, until remembering that Bam was in the room.
“Anyways, we suspected you would be coming around. I told the Clerk to allow you entrance should you show up.” Bam stared at him, confused. “Bam,” Ville cocked his head to the side. “You really are a paranoid person, so I figured you would think I was up to something.”
“Why didn’t you just tell me what was going on?”
“Bam… dear Bam. If I told you I was going to visit my best friend whom you had never met, and later heard us talking about sleeping in the same bed with scented condoms… wouldn’t you have gotten just as paranoid? Despite what I told you?”
“Well…”
“Exactly.” Ville walked close to Bam, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. “You don’t have to worry about me leaving you for ano-were you drinking? You smell of … vodka.”
“Fuck you, Ville.” Bam snarled playfully, wrapping an arm around the thin man’s waist and pulled him close. “I was very angry, I had to. You would have done the same. Now, I say we make sex.”
Ville laughed. “Make sex? Bam… you know what? I think that’s a … bad idea. You need to sleep yourself sober.” He said with a final nod. Bam sighed dramatically at the loss, lifting his arms over his head to better help Ville pull his shirt over his head. Tossing it aside, Ville helped Bam out of his pants then nudged him into the bed, and then followed him below the covers.
“Come, Jonne, you too.” He glanced slyly over his shoulder, beckoning Jonne to join them in the bed. Jonne nodded hesitantly, kicking off his jeans and dived under the covers, sandwiching Ville between himself and Bam, who was already dozing off.
“Hell… fuckin’ Finnish… too hot… I thi-aah…” Bam murmured sleepily until a long finger pressed against his lips.
“Really, sweetheart, just sleep. You sound like a fool.”
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[AN: Well, yeah. This is just something I wrote quickly during a brief obsession with Jonne of Negative. Annnd... I was planning to write more, but now I'm not so sure. Also, keep in mind that I haven't exactly reread this myself... so I'm not sure how it all goes together. *shrugs*
Tell me what you think!
Author: Myself. [asphyxophilia]
Rating: PG [little bit of language.. and kisses]
Pairing: Vam/unknown?
Summary: Well, Bam and Ville are together and when Ville leaves for a trip to Finland, Bam gets suspicious that he is seeing another... so he follows him. Finds him with a woman.
“But Ville, why not?” Bam whined, crossing arms over his broad chest.
“Bam,” Ville side glanced at him sternly. “We already went over this. I promised a long time ago that I would go on this trip. I can’t just back out of it now.”
“Yes you can.” The man pouted. Ville sighed, smiling softly at the sight of a grown man pouting over him going away. “It’s only going to be a week. I’m sure you can manage that long without me. Just… call Dunn and Raab over. Or, I give you permission to use my dildo. That’ll keep you busy. Now c’mon. You have to drive me to the air port.” His smiled broadened as he shoved another clean shirt into his messenger bag then slung it over his shoulder, skipping from the room. Bam reluctantly followed. He didn’t want Ville to go away not only for the fact that he would desperately miss him, but he also had suspicions about this trip in general. Ville had spent several nights locked in the spare bedroom on the phone, voice hushed, purposely so Bam could not hear. Or so he believed. Ville was up to something.
“Cooome on, Bam!” Ville called, already outside and waiting beside the red Hummer. He reluctantly obliged, locking the door on his way out and made his way to the vehicle. Climbing into the driver’s seat and starting the ignition, he backed from the driveway and out onto the empty street. No one was up this early. Ville hopped excitedly in his seat, talking gibberish in a high pitched voice. Bam couldn’t help but be amused. Stopping at a red light, a shrill ringing echoed through the vehicle from Ville’s bag. Ville stared blankly at it for a minute, before suddenly clueing in to what was going on and search through the few clothes and make up for his cell phone. Flipping the cover and pressing it to his ear, “Hello?”
“Hi!” He shrieked when he realized who it was. “I knoooow. I can’t wait to see you too! We’re almost to the air port.” Bam stared at him.
/What? ‘I can’t wait to see you’? Ville… is having an affair! Why didn’t I realize this before? The late night phone calls… the suspicious trip… damnit, he’s even wearing those small black panties! Why didn’t I figure this out before… was I not good enough? Did I not please Ville?/
“Bam, darling, the light is green.” Ville giggled at Bam’s vacant expression. Bam turned back to the road before him, gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white. /I can’t believe this! I should have known better. Ville was never really happy, was he? It was all just a joke to him. Another game/ Bam growled at the sound of Ville’s excited giggles as he continued rambling into the phone until he was forced to end the call as they reached their destination. “Okay darling!” He made a kiss noise into the phone then slapped it shut and shoved it back into his bag.
“We’re here!” He hopped from the car. /Way to state the obvious/ Bam stepped from the car, subconsciously slamming the door, earning a questioning look from Ville who quickly moved on and skipped into the looming structure before them. Bam followed, greeted first by the sound of heels on the smooth floor and the echoing woman’s voice over the PA.
Ville froze in front of him, reaching back and groping his chest for a moment before finding his wrist to cling to. “Bam! That’s my flight!” He started running, pulling the disgruntled Bam behind him, pushing his way through small groups of people, ignoring their angry protests.
“Wait!” Ville waved his ticket in the face of a flight attendant. “I’m here!” He smiled broadly. As if the very flight revolved around him. Bam couldn’t help but roll his eyes.
Ville turned back to him, still smiling as he pulled him into a hug, hand gracing his buttocks. Bam flinched, but Ville didn’t seem to notice. He pulled away only to capture Bam’s lips in a kiss, tongue flicking over pursed lips. Finally noticing Bam’s stiff body, he pulled away, green eyes searching the irritated blue circles before him.
“Bammie? Aw. Are you still sulking over the fact that I’m leaving?” He hopped up and down, pinching Bam’s cheek. Bam scowled, slapping his hand away and forced the tall man towards the entrance before them.
“Get the fuck out of my sight.”
“Okay Bammie, I’ll miss you too!” And with that Ville was gone.
* * *
A few hours later found Bam pacing his bedroom back at the house, trying to ignore Ville’s belongings scattered across just about ever surface in the room. He had given a lot of thought to what was going on, and he decided that despite what he had heard, he didn’t believe that Ville was off screwing someone else. /He can’t be. I mean, if he were, wouldn’t he have made it more discrete than he did? I certainly would have, had it been me. But I wouldn’t have gone behind Ville’s back and seen someone else!/ He growled deep in his throat, kicking angrily at a small pile of Ville’s CDs on the floor. /That’s it. I won’t just sit back and wait for Ville to return after fucking another guy. I’m going after him!/
And that was that. Bam took no time in getting to the air port and to his own private jet. Soon they were flying over the ocean, closer and closer to with each passing moment.
“Bam?” The pilot shook the sleeping man. “We’ve arrived.” Bam was quick to jump from his seat, scratching the sleep from the corners of his eyes as he clambered down the steps from the jet. Hurrying through the air port to the outside street, he hailed a taxi. He knew where to go. It was getting dark, and Ville would certainly be heading to a pub. And he knew just which one. He and Ville had gone there last time they visited here… that was a good trip.
Bam angrily avoided the memory, adjusting the black beanie on his head anxiously, urging the cabbie faster, but the evening traffic made it difficult. Within little time, he became agitated by the slow moving cars. So shoving a few crumpled bills into the man’s hand, he jumped from the car and hurried in the direction of the pub, quite surprised that he still remembered the way.
Reaching the pub, he burst inside without a thought of being sneaky, not sure whether to be relieved or disappointed when he saw a lack of Ville inside. But he would be here… Bam was sure. So taking a seat near the back, he waited. And waited. Two hours, 3 beers and 7 cups of coffee later, Bam heard a familiar laugh. There he was. Ville. He had a large smile plastered on his face, laughing at something or other. And that’s when Bam saw her. /Fuck/ Ville had left him for a girl. He should have known. It was only time before Ville became tired of being taken and craved the sweet pleasures of a female. She clung tightly, even possessively, to Ville’s arm, long, wavy blonde hair cascading down her back, clad in a tight white tee shirt and equally tight black pants. /Shit/ She was wearing Ville’s scarf. Ville didn’t even let Bam wear that scarf! He claimed it would be ruined. Right. Ville didn’t want it to be ruined by Bam’s scent. /Fucker/
Bam ordered a shot, angrily watching the two sitting at a table towards the front. Both had ordered coffees, but the mugs of liquid had long gone cold as the two paid attention only to each other. Sitting very closely, Ville’s hand stroked the girl’s thigh, occasionally brushing a strand of hair from her face.
Gulping back his 5th shot, Bam slammed the small glass down onto the table, watching Ville press his lips to the girl’s. Another drink was brought to him as he watched the kiss deepen. Tongue was evident. The liquid burnt down his throat, only adding to his anger. Turning only to wave the waitress over for another shot, he looked back to find Ville and his girlfriend gone. /Fuck!/ Bam slapped a few bills on the table and leapt from his seat, bumping past a few people to the door. Outside, he could see the two walking slowly down the sidewalk, arms around each other, holding close. The alcohol pursing through his veins momentarily blurred his vision, and in the back of his mind he wondered if he should continue to pursue the couple in such a state or not. He had not intended to become drunk, but as anger overwhelmed him, he had needed to vent such emotion. And without Ville to take as his own, he had been forced to turn to alcohol. Watching the two only further agitated his condition, and when he realized that he knew where they were headed, there was no second thought as to pursue the couple or not. They were surely on their way to a hotel. And there was but one hotel that Ville stayed in when in Finland. It certainly wasn’t the nicest, but Ville had always argued that it was the coziest.
But if they get here before him… no. Must beat them. Pulling his jacket tighter around his body, he briskly walked down the first alley he came to and to the street on the other side. Taking a moment to figure out where he had ended up, he broke into a run down the street, avoiding the people and couples as well as he could.
Nausea abruptly took hold of his body. His stomach tightened and contracted, his drinks daring him to continue running. But he couldn’t stop. /Damnit, why didn’t I stop after one beer?/
Bam stopped, finding himself in front of the hotel. Stepping up the single step to the glass doors, he struggled to push down the feeling of nausea, gripping his stomach desperately.
“Hi,” He stepped up to the clerk. “Alright, so I’ve forgotten what room number I’m in, so can you help me? It should be under Valo.”
The man watched him carefully, before lowering his gaze to the large book before him, eyes scanning the page.
“Ah, yes. We’ve been waiting for you.” He looked up at Bam with a smile, pointing down a hallway on the other side of the lobby. “Room 117.”
/Waiting for me? Who does he think I am, Ville? Dumbass/
Bam nodded, thanking the man then turned on his heel, quickly making his way to the room in case that Ville and his friend were near. He had to get in there.
Luckily, the door wasn’t locked. Ville never locked rooms.
Inside, he was hit with the familiar scent of Ville, mixed with something new. The sweet scent of the female.
And then he heard them. Ville’s laugh echoed down the hall through the door behind his back.
“Fuck.”
He had to hide. Quickly gazing around the room, he jumped over a few scattered bags on the floor to the closet, jerking it open and forced himself inside. It was a tight fit, but he managed to get inside and close the door, still able to see out into the main room through vent like cracks on the door. Ville entered first, pulling the girl in by the hand with him. She giggled, both were smiling happily. Bam couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen Ville look so… content. Maybe this is really what he needs.
/No, Bam! Don’t think like that. Ville is yours, and only yours!/
Bam couldn’t help but smile at the thought of Ville being his, but was quickly pulled from his brief state of happiness as the girl started talking.
“Ville, I’m so glad you were able to come here. It’s been so long since I last had the…” She seemed to struggle with her words, voice heavily accented almost to the point that it became hard to understand. “privilege of your company.” Ville smiled.
“Well, just because I’ve made it big and you haven’t doesn’t mean I can’t come and visit you.” He grinned teasingly. The girl swatted him playfully across the chest, whispering something in Finnish with a sly grin, and then turned away to pull her shirt from her body. She had her back to Bam, but he was still able to take notice of her lack of a bra.
“Lets get in bed.” She suggested, and then disappeared into the bathroom, hips gliding sexily from side to side as she went. /No. Not sexily. She’s not sexy. No, not hot. Not at all. C’mon, Bam!/ Bam switched his gaze back to Ville on the bed, who stood long enough to strip himself of all clothing, and then climbed into the bed in only his small panties. Bam bit back the want to jump from the closet and shake some sense into Ville.
“Did you bring the scented condoms?”
“Of course I did, darling.” Ville hopped from the bed to dig through his bed.
/Scented condoms? That’s it!/ Bam burst from the closet. The sudden noise caused Ville to jump, and turn quickly, eyes wide in surprise.
“Bam!” He stood slowly, eyes narrowed accusingly.
“Don’t you dare look at me like that. I know what you’re up to.” Bam snarled.
“Ville, what did yo-“ Bam turned to see the girl standing in the bathroom doorway. But… Bam stared at her chest. It was flat, lacking the smooth curve of breasts. It was a man! “Ville…” He cautiously stepped towards Ville, but Ville motioned him back.
“No, Jonne.” He turned back to Bam, hands resting on jagged hips. “What are you doing here?”
“I knew you were with someone else! I saw you two kissing and holding hands!” He spat. Ville stared at him silently for a moment, before bursting into a sudden fit of giggles.
“I-I’m sorry Jonne, but I cannot bare your children.”
Jonne stared at him, seeming confused at first before following along. “Gods, I was scared you would question. To have a child with you!... would be to have a child with… a…. woman! But I still love you.” He walked over, draping an arm around Ville’s waist.
“Bam, darling, you really must learn to have more faith in me. Jonne here is my best friend. And nothing more. We just show affection differently than Americans do.”
“Oh! This is the American?” Jonne walked over to stop before Bam, extending a slender hand. Bam stared at Ville, then to Jonne, then down to his hand. Taking it in his own, Jonne held his grip, smiling.
“I hear so much about you. Ville talks very fondly of you.” Bam forced a quick smile, pulling his hand from Jonne’s and held it to his chest.
“What about the scented condoms?” Ville chuckled, pressing a hand over his lips.
“Oh, I’m sure that didn’t sound good. Well, whenever Jonne and I stay at a hotel together, we bring condoms. Not for sex, mind you, but we put lotion in them and leave them scattered around the room… stuck to the ceiling and such. Quite immature and pointless, yes, but amusing nonetheless. Gives us a chuckle.”
“Yes! Remember that one time… we were sleeping and that lady cleaner came into the room and slipped on one left on the floor!” Jonne and Ville both started laughing, before, continuing to rant about such an event in Finnish, until remembering that Bam was in the room.
“Anyways, we suspected you would be coming around. I told the Clerk to allow you entrance should you show up.” Bam stared at him, confused. “Bam,” Ville cocked his head to the side. “You really are a paranoid person, so I figured you would think I was up to something.”
“Why didn’t you just tell me what was going on?”
“Bam… dear Bam. If I told you I was going to visit my best friend whom you had never met, and later heard us talking about sleeping in the same bed with scented condoms… wouldn’t you have gotten just as paranoid? Despite what I told you?”
“Well…”
“Exactly.” Ville walked close to Bam, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. “You don’t have to worry about me leaving you for ano-were you drinking? You smell of … vodka.”
“Fuck you, Ville.” Bam snarled playfully, wrapping an arm around the thin man’s waist and pulled him close. “I was very angry, I had to. You would have done the same. Now, I say we make sex.”
Ville laughed. “Make sex? Bam… you know what? I think that’s a … bad idea. You need to sleep yourself sober.” He said with a final nod. Bam sighed dramatically at the loss, lifting his arms over his head to better help Ville pull his shirt over his head. Tossing it aside, Ville helped Bam out of his pants then nudged him into the bed, and then followed him below the covers.
“Come, Jonne, you too.” He glanced slyly over his shoulder, beckoning Jonne to join them in the bed. Jonne nodded hesitantly, kicking off his jeans and dived under the covers, sandwiching Ville between himself and Bam, who was already dozing off.
“Hell… fuckin’ Finnish… too hot… I thi-aah…” Bam murmured sleepily until a long finger pressed against his lips.
“Really, sweetheart, just sleep. You sound like a fool.”
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[AN: Well, yeah. This is just something I wrote quickly during a brief obsession with Jonne of Negative. Annnd... I was planning to write more, but now I'm not so sure. Also, keep in mind that I haven't exactly reread this myself... so I'm not sure how it all goes together. *shrugs*
Tell me what you think!