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Here's more of my story, which i forgot to label as "Til Death Do Us Part" .... proceed.
The aroma of pizza and fresh spieces reached Bams nose as he held the door open and Jenn glided past him into the restarant. He placed the tips of his fingers on the small of her back and led her through the room to a corner of the restarant where he knew they would be relatively alone. He pushed back one of the rickety chairs and motioned for Jenn to sit down. She looked at him with a twinkle of curiosity, oviously surprised by his chivalry and sat down quietly. He moved to the other side of the table a bit too quickly and sat down with a sigh. He began fidgeting with his napkin as Jenn tried to induced small talk, however he could hardly make out her words as he concentrated on keeping a calm smile on his face. Bam looked around the small establishment, it was busier than he had expected it would be at nine o’clock, but he didn’t mind, the hustle made their polite conversation less awkward. He looked at the menu on the wall and smiled, they hadn’t changed their cuisine in two years. He remembered the last time he was here with Jenn, it was their first official date. Jenn had ordered a salade and he had had a large pizza all to himself. He remembered the dissappointment on Jenns face when his car pulled up to the small pizzaria. She had smoothed down her skirt, feeling silly for dressing up for such a low budget date. He had thought the night had gone smoothly, but being Bam he had said something wrong or cracked one too many jokes and she had stormed out of the restarant in a huff. He remembered running after her in the rain, and catching her in a hug, telling her he was sorry that he always fucked everything up. He remembered her yelling at him and listing his faults. He remembered catching her lips in his, to shut her up, and the feel of her tongue on his own. He fell in love that day. Bam was brought out of his thoughts as an overly excited waiter approached their table and asked for their order. Bam smiled as the man wrote down the same order from two years ago. He slid his hand into Jenns across the table, no longer nervous of how this night would end. The meal went smoothly and Bam ordered two pieces of chocolate cake. The waitor gave him a knowing smile and Bam squeezed Jenns hand lovingly. Tonight was the night. They had been together as long as Bam could remember, and neither of them were getting any younger. Hell, Jenn already had a kid! And Jenn was the perfect girl for him, she was beautiful, smart, and funny, she was liked by his friends, and Ape loved her like she would her own daughter. Most importantly, he felt he could trust her, a word that hadn’t been used often since he became a millionaire. Bam had always figured him and Jenn would be together forever, so why not make it official? Yes, tonight was the night, he was going to ask Jenn to be his wife. The cake arrived right on schedule, and Bam watched her take the first bite. Coated in rich chocolate icing, the two layered chocolate cake surrounded the engadgement surprise that had been baked inside it. He tried to keep his eyes off her, he didn’t want her to see the anxious look in his eyes, but he couldn’t help looking up every once in a while to see if she had found the special treat yet. Their conversation had gone quiet with the arrival of the cake, but it wasn’t an ackward silence, it was the silence of two people enjoying just being each others company. He looked up again. Jenn was still eating the perimeter of her cake. Bam took hefty bites of his own piece while she shoveled tiny amounts on to her fork, and he waited impatiently for her to reach the center. Suddenly Bam winced as a pain shot through his tooth and his eyes widened as he tasted coppery blood in his mouth. He had eaten something that was definitely not cake. He spit the contents of his mouth out onto the table and stared down in horror at the plastic ring that lay on his plate. “Bam, what happened?” He looked up into Jenns eyes, suddenly feeling sick in his stomache. ‘How did this happen?’ He stumbled over his words as he became more nervous than he had been all night. Bam felt something roll in his mouth and spat it out, finding half of a tooth in this palm. ‘great, not only will I be single, but I’ll look like a fucking hobo.’ He looked back up at Jenn, but she was staring at the ring, a look of either surprise or horror written on her face, Bam hoped it wasn’t the latter. “Jenn, I… this wasn’t supposed to happen like this.” He cursed under his breath. ‘Well, it’s too late to back out now, Romeo. You might as well ask her, and if she says no, you always have that career as the freaky old guy at the night club to fall back on.’ He sighed and got up from his chair, bending down on one knee in front of her. He took her hand shakingly. “You were supposed to get that cake, Jenn, and you were supposed to see that ring in there, and you were supposed to smile, and then I’d do this…” He pulled out a velvet box from his coat pocket. “I knew you wouldn’t want to wear a ring covered in chocolate around your finger, so I got you this one.” He opened the box, and watched her eyes like up as she absorbed the glistening diamonds. Her hand covered her mouth, and he saw the wonderful smile he had been waiting for all night. “Jenn Rivel, will you marry me?” She finally looked into his eyes, and he could see them shinning with tears, but they were not sad tears, they were tears of a woman who was about to become a wife. “Of course.”
A/N: I realize there is 0% Vam in it so far, but i promise there will be. =) Comment!
Bam opened the door quietly, making sure not to wake the angel tangled in sheets on the bed. He closed the door behind him as he breathed in the familiar scent of cigarettes and an aroma that was unique and indescribable. He walked quietly over to the sleeping figure and sat on the bed next to him, watching his naked chest move up and down. In a trance like state, he moved his angels’ hair behind his ear to allow him the pleasure of watching his slumbering face. The man stirred at his touch and Bam watched him slowly wake up.
Ville smiled as Bam’s face came into focus and he moved his hand up to reach Bam’s unshaven cheek. Their eyes locked, as did their lips soon after, beginning in a soft kiss that sparked a flame of passion that had been smothered for too long. Ville suppressed a moan as Bam’s tongue caressed his own, and his hips dug affectionately into his lover’s as he felt himself grow hard. Their breathing grew loud and their caresses more hurried as waves of pleasure swept through their bodies. Ville could feel Bam’s hands exploring the contours of his body. He arched his back as he felt his body ignite under the other man’s touch and his cock unconsciously began moving up and down Bam’s inner thigh. Bam moaned in ecstasy at the new sensation and his hands moved themselves down to the elastic of Ville’s boxers, tugging on them anxiously.
Soon both men were stripped of their clothes and starred in awe at the beauty of each other’s body. Determined to pleasure him, Bam straddled Ville and began kissing his way down the man’s chest until he reached his tattoo, their tattoo. Hungrily he traced the heartagram and flourished designs with his tongue and bit Ville’s sweet flesh, feeling his lover’s hands in his hair. Finally Bam placed his mouth around Ville’s cock and sensually licked it as Ville’s hips began to slowly thrust into Bam’s mouth. Moans filled the room as their movements grew faster and harder, until Bam removed his mouth, needing to be inside Ville before he exploded on the sheets.
He entered him without warning and began urgently thrusting. Ville threw his head back and forgot the initial pain as the pleasure of Bam’s movements filled him. They both cried for more as they absorbed each other, so far from the world that they didn’t care who heard them. Ville met Bam’s thrusts and for those short moments they were one perfect being in a beautiful sweaty heap. Their perfect rhythm ended as they both came simultaneously, and Bam clasped on top of his frail lover in contempt exhaustion.
Bam’s eyes snapped open at the sound of the alarm clock. ‘Why the hell is the alarm clock set today? It’s Saturday,’ He rolled over to look at the beeping machine, 7:30 in the morning! ‘And why the hell so early?’
He jumped as he felt an arm snake itself around his waist. Arms, he remembered arms, and legs, and lips. Ville’s lips. ‘What have I done?’
He turned towards the person waking besides him, and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Jenn yawning widely. ‘What a dream,’ he silently thought.
“Morning dear,” she said rubbing an eye that was bleeding forgotten mascara. “Will you turn that thing off before it wakes up the whole house.”
Shaking himself, Bam rolled on his side and hit the top of the alarm clock, hoping to find the right button. “Why is it on?” After several failed attempts the beeping stopped and he settled back against his pillows.
“Oh, did I not tell you? I’m getting my nails done today,” She responded casually. She pealed herself from Bam’s body and swung her legs over the side of the bed.
“Didn’t you just get them done last week?” He asked, watching her stretch in her underwear.
She pulled on a pair of jeans, not bothering to button them, and riffled through their dresser, looking for something to wear. “Two weeks ago,” she said, amused. She held a shirt up against her chest and looked at her reflection in the mirror. Bam watched her face screw up in dissatisfaction and she threw the rejected shirt back.
“Do you plan on making this a habit?” He asked, as she produced shirt after shirt, and threw each back into the dresser.
She stopped to look at him dumbly. “If you don’t want me to go I won’t,” she pouted, her eyes pathetically resembling those of a puppy.
He nodded, determined to fall back asleep, “Good.”
She stared down at her nails and sighed, “I suppose having chipped nail polish won’t be too bad,” she waited for a response and then looked down at her feet sullenly, “I guess I’ll just wait to wear those new sandals…”
Bam opened his eyes, only to roll them, “Fine I give up,” he groaned, his eyes drifted shut again just as he watched her slip on the first shirt she had considered.
He felt her kiss his cheek softly, remembering Ville’s hand being there in his dream, Ville’s hands being everywhere in his vivid, realistic dream. “Thank you Bam, you’re wonderful!” He heard Jenn squeal as she interrupted his thoughts.
“Yeah Yeah,” he said, not bothering to open his eyes, and shooed her away.
It was four months since Bam had proposed to Jenn, and one month until the wedding. Jenn had started calling caterers the day after they became engaged and Bam’s house had become a warehouse of frilly decorations and bridal magazines. Jenn permanently moved in after their first month of being engaged and within the first few days Bam could tell that marriage was going to be extra fun! [Enter sarcasm here] Not only was there the occasional PMS and embarrassing bathroom moments, but his room was now cluttered with makeup and he had to buy a new dresser to fit all of Jenn’s clothes. He found himself tripping over the wires of her straightening iron and various other appliances and accidentally putting on her perfume instead of cologne. He hoped this new experience only took some getting used to, because otherwise he might end up hanging himself in this ocean of facial creams and lotions.
Bam tried to fall back asleep, but he found himself awake and restless. He pulled the comforter over his head in frustration and when slumber refused to envelope him, he threw the sheets off his body and slumped out of the room to find breakfast.
He scratched his bare stomach absentmindedly as he entered the kitchen, already smelling coffee brewing. He wondered who was up so early, the house usually didn’t start waking up until noon. Bam started as his eyes landed on Ville. He was fixing himself a cup of coffee, luckily his back was turned, and he hadn’t seen Bam’s reaction. He, like Bam was shirtless, and stood only in his pajama bottoms. Bam found himself unconsciously starring at Ville’s back, his smooth skin, and subtle muscles. The way he leaned across the counter, watching the slow drop of the coffee. Drip…Drop. He shook himself out of the trance-like state as Ville moved to grab the coffee pot. Bam moved further into the room as Ville poured the coffee into a large mug.
“Morning,” Bam said, trying his best to keep his voice from shaking. Ville jumped at the sound of his voice, consequentially spilling the hot liquid across the counter. He moved back quickly to avoid burning his perfect skin and cursed his own clumsiness.
Ville turned to Bam briefly, pulling away quickly before his eyes decided to stare on their on accord. He had tried all morning to shove the visions of his dream to the back of his mind, but that quick glance into his blue eyes brought them back full force. He shook his head in anger, he couldn’t be thinking these thoughts, Bam was going to be married in a month! That was the reason he was in Pennsylvania in the first place, to help his friend plan last minute details for his special day, and design the stage for the band. However, as much as he tried to remind himself of this and shove the images to the back of his mind, they kept returning with every smell and sound that that reminded him of Bam.
He heard Bam move closer to him slowly, “Do you want me to…”
“No, no I’ve got it,” Ville said a little too quickly. He spun around to see Bam standing a few feet away holding a piece of paper towel in his hand.
Ville looked down at it dumbly, before hesitatingly taking the paper towel from him, shivering as their fingertips touched.
Bam turned around quickly, needing to increase the space between him and Ville. Why was he even nervous, nothing happened, it was just a stupid drunken dream. He grabbed a box of cereal and placed it on the kitchen table silently. He paused momentarily before walking to the refrigerator which was conveniently located next to the coffee machine. He grabbed a jug of milk and a bowl from the cabinet before returning to the table and sitting down.
He could feel Ville shuffle his way towards the table and sit down across from him. Looking every where but those green eyes, he searched for a conversation topic.
“How did you sleep,” He winced as soon as the words came out of his mouth, and cursed himself further as he imagined Ville’s confusion at his reaction to such a casual question.
He looked up cautiously to see Ville stumbling over words in a very unVille-like manner.
“It was…good,” Ville managed to get out. “Your mattresses are comfortable,” he added dumbly, hoping he didn’t sound as stupid as he thought he did.
Bam nodded, finding himself unable to tear his eyes from the green ones before him. “Ape picked them out.”
“I see,” Ville said, uncomfortably.
Bam, in need of something to do with his hands, grabbed the jug of milk absentmindedly and poured it into his cereal.
“Uh…Bam?” Ville said, concerned. Bam looked up to see Ville looking at his box of cereal. He fallowed his gazed and his eyes widened as he found himself pouring milk into a now wet Wheaties box.
He put the milk down gently in embarrassment and laid his head in his hands dejectedly. “What the fuck is wrong with me?”
“Want me to make a list?” Ville chuckled across the table.
Bam looked up to find Ville hunched over his coffee in laughter. He took a handful of cereal and threw it at Ville, watching it fall into his cup.
“Hey now, play nice,” he managed to get out through laughs.
Bam tried to look mad, but soon found himself laughing along with his friend, memories of his dream gone for the moment, and the awkwardness that had been their breakfast absent.
A/N: Comment! I hope you enjoyed reading the sexellent opening as much as I enjoyed writing it!
The aroma of pizza and fresh spieces reached Bams nose as he held the door open and Jenn glided past him into the restarant. He placed the tips of his fingers on the small of her back and led her through the room to a corner of the restarant where he knew they would be relatively alone. He pushed back one of the rickety chairs and motioned for Jenn to sit down. She looked at him with a twinkle of curiosity, oviously surprised by his chivalry and sat down quietly. He moved to the other side of the table a bit too quickly and sat down with a sigh. He began fidgeting with his napkin as Jenn tried to induced small talk, however he could hardly make out her words as he concentrated on keeping a calm smile on his face. Bam looked around the small establishment, it was busier than he had expected it would be at nine o’clock, but he didn’t mind, the hustle made their polite conversation less awkward. He looked at the menu on the wall and smiled, they hadn’t changed their cuisine in two years. He remembered the last time he was here with Jenn, it was their first official date. Jenn had ordered a salade and he had had a large pizza all to himself. He remembered the dissappointment on Jenns face when his car pulled up to the small pizzaria. She had smoothed down her skirt, feeling silly for dressing up for such a low budget date. He had thought the night had gone smoothly, but being Bam he had said something wrong or cracked one too many jokes and she had stormed out of the restarant in a huff. He remembered running after her in the rain, and catching her in a hug, telling her he was sorry that he always fucked everything up. He remembered her yelling at him and listing his faults. He remembered catching her lips in his, to shut her up, and the feel of her tongue on his own. He fell in love that day. Bam was brought out of his thoughts as an overly excited waiter approached their table and asked for their order. Bam smiled as the man wrote down the same order from two years ago. He slid his hand into Jenns across the table, no longer nervous of how this night would end. The meal went smoothly and Bam ordered two pieces of chocolate cake. The waitor gave him a knowing smile and Bam squeezed Jenns hand lovingly. Tonight was the night. They had been together as long as Bam could remember, and neither of them were getting any younger. Hell, Jenn already had a kid! And Jenn was the perfect girl for him, she was beautiful, smart, and funny, she was liked by his friends, and Ape loved her like she would her own daughter. Most importantly, he felt he could trust her, a word that hadn’t been used often since he became a millionaire. Bam had always figured him and Jenn would be together forever, so why not make it official? Yes, tonight was the night, he was going to ask Jenn to be his wife. The cake arrived right on schedule, and Bam watched her take the first bite. Coated in rich chocolate icing, the two layered chocolate cake surrounded the engadgement surprise that had been baked inside it. He tried to keep his eyes off her, he didn’t want her to see the anxious look in his eyes, but he couldn’t help looking up every once in a while to see if she had found the special treat yet. Their conversation had gone quiet with the arrival of the cake, but it wasn’t an ackward silence, it was the silence of two people enjoying just being each others company. He looked up again. Jenn was still eating the perimeter of her cake. Bam took hefty bites of his own piece while she shoveled tiny amounts on to her fork, and he waited impatiently for her to reach the center. Suddenly Bam winced as a pain shot through his tooth and his eyes widened as he tasted coppery blood in his mouth. He had eaten something that was definitely not cake. He spit the contents of his mouth out onto the table and stared down in horror at the plastic ring that lay on his plate. “Bam, what happened?” He looked up into Jenns eyes, suddenly feeling sick in his stomache. ‘How did this happen?’ He stumbled over his words as he became more nervous than he had been all night. Bam felt something roll in his mouth and spat it out, finding half of a tooth in this palm. ‘great, not only will I be single, but I’ll look like a fucking hobo.’ He looked back up at Jenn, but she was staring at the ring, a look of either surprise or horror written on her face, Bam hoped it wasn’t the latter. “Jenn, I… this wasn’t supposed to happen like this.” He cursed under his breath. ‘Well, it’s too late to back out now, Romeo. You might as well ask her, and if she says no, you always have that career as the freaky old guy at the night club to fall back on.’ He sighed and got up from his chair, bending down on one knee in front of her. He took her hand shakingly. “You were supposed to get that cake, Jenn, and you were supposed to see that ring in there, and you were supposed to smile, and then I’d do this…” He pulled out a velvet box from his coat pocket. “I knew you wouldn’t want to wear a ring covered in chocolate around your finger, so I got you this one.” He opened the box, and watched her eyes like up as she absorbed the glistening diamonds. Her hand covered her mouth, and he saw the wonderful smile he had been waiting for all night. “Jenn Rivel, will you marry me?” She finally looked into his eyes, and he could see them shinning with tears, but they were not sad tears, they were tears of a woman who was about to become a wife. “Of course.”
A/N: I realize there is 0% Vam in it so far, but i promise there will be. =) Comment!
Bam opened the door quietly, making sure not to wake the angel tangled in sheets on the bed. He closed the door behind him as he breathed in the familiar scent of cigarettes and an aroma that was unique and indescribable. He walked quietly over to the sleeping figure and sat on the bed next to him, watching his naked chest move up and down. In a trance like state, he moved his angels’ hair behind his ear to allow him the pleasure of watching his slumbering face. The man stirred at his touch and Bam watched him slowly wake up.
Ville smiled as Bam’s face came into focus and he moved his hand up to reach Bam’s unshaven cheek. Their eyes locked, as did their lips soon after, beginning in a soft kiss that sparked a flame of passion that had been smothered for too long. Ville suppressed a moan as Bam’s tongue caressed his own, and his hips dug affectionately into his lover’s as he felt himself grow hard. Their breathing grew loud and their caresses more hurried as waves of pleasure swept through their bodies. Ville could feel Bam’s hands exploring the contours of his body. He arched his back as he felt his body ignite under the other man’s touch and his cock unconsciously began moving up and down Bam’s inner thigh. Bam moaned in ecstasy at the new sensation and his hands moved themselves down to the elastic of Ville’s boxers, tugging on them anxiously.
Soon both men were stripped of their clothes and starred in awe at the beauty of each other’s body. Determined to pleasure him, Bam straddled Ville and began kissing his way down the man’s chest until he reached his tattoo, their tattoo. Hungrily he traced the heartagram and flourished designs with his tongue and bit Ville’s sweet flesh, feeling his lover’s hands in his hair. Finally Bam placed his mouth around Ville’s cock and sensually licked it as Ville’s hips began to slowly thrust into Bam’s mouth. Moans filled the room as their movements grew faster and harder, until Bam removed his mouth, needing to be inside Ville before he exploded on the sheets.
He entered him without warning and began urgently thrusting. Ville threw his head back and forgot the initial pain as the pleasure of Bam’s movements filled him. They both cried for more as they absorbed each other, so far from the world that they didn’t care who heard them. Ville met Bam’s thrusts and for those short moments they were one perfect being in a beautiful sweaty heap. Their perfect rhythm ended as they both came simultaneously, and Bam clasped on top of his frail lover in contempt exhaustion.
Bam’s eyes snapped open at the sound of the alarm clock. ‘Why the hell is the alarm clock set today? It’s Saturday,’ He rolled over to look at the beeping machine, 7:30 in the morning! ‘And why the hell so early?’
He jumped as he felt an arm snake itself around his waist. Arms, he remembered arms, and legs, and lips. Ville’s lips. ‘What have I done?’
He turned towards the person waking besides him, and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Jenn yawning widely. ‘What a dream,’ he silently thought.
“Morning dear,” she said rubbing an eye that was bleeding forgotten mascara. “Will you turn that thing off before it wakes up the whole house.”
Shaking himself, Bam rolled on his side and hit the top of the alarm clock, hoping to find the right button. “Why is it on?” After several failed attempts the beeping stopped and he settled back against his pillows.
“Oh, did I not tell you? I’m getting my nails done today,” She responded casually. She pealed herself from Bam’s body and swung her legs over the side of the bed.
“Didn’t you just get them done last week?” He asked, watching her stretch in her underwear.
She pulled on a pair of jeans, not bothering to button them, and riffled through their dresser, looking for something to wear. “Two weeks ago,” she said, amused. She held a shirt up against her chest and looked at her reflection in the mirror. Bam watched her face screw up in dissatisfaction and she threw the rejected shirt back.
“Do you plan on making this a habit?” He asked, as she produced shirt after shirt, and threw each back into the dresser.
She stopped to look at him dumbly. “If you don’t want me to go I won’t,” she pouted, her eyes pathetically resembling those of a puppy.
He nodded, determined to fall back asleep, “Good.”
She stared down at her nails and sighed, “I suppose having chipped nail polish won’t be too bad,” she waited for a response and then looked down at her feet sullenly, “I guess I’ll just wait to wear those new sandals…”
Bam opened his eyes, only to roll them, “Fine I give up,” he groaned, his eyes drifted shut again just as he watched her slip on the first shirt she had considered.
He felt her kiss his cheek softly, remembering Ville’s hand being there in his dream, Ville’s hands being everywhere in his vivid, realistic dream. “Thank you Bam, you’re wonderful!” He heard Jenn squeal as she interrupted his thoughts.
“Yeah Yeah,” he said, not bothering to open his eyes, and shooed her away.
It was four months since Bam had proposed to Jenn, and one month until the wedding. Jenn had started calling caterers the day after they became engaged and Bam’s house had become a warehouse of frilly decorations and bridal magazines. Jenn permanently moved in after their first month of being engaged and within the first few days Bam could tell that marriage was going to be extra fun! [Enter sarcasm here] Not only was there the occasional PMS and embarrassing bathroom moments, but his room was now cluttered with makeup and he had to buy a new dresser to fit all of Jenn’s clothes. He found himself tripping over the wires of her straightening iron and various other appliances and accidentally putting on her perfume instead of cologne. He hoped this new experience only took some getting used to, because otherwise he might end up hanging himself in this ocean of facial creams and lotions.
Bam tried to fall back asleep, but he found himself awake and restless. He pulled the comforter over his head in frustration and when slumber refused to envelope him, he threw the sheets off his body and slumped out of the room to find breakfast.
He scratched his bare stomach absentmindedly as he entered the kitchen, already smelling coffee brewing. He wondered who was up so early, the house usually didn’t start waking up until noon. Bam started as his eyes landed on Ville. He was fixing himself a cup of coffee, luckily his back was turned, and he hadn’t seen Bam’s reaction. He, like Bam was shirtless, and stood only in his pajama bottoms. Bam found himself unconsciously starring at Ville’s back, his smooth skin, and subtle muscles. The way he leaned across the counter, watching the slow drop of the coffee. Drip…Drop. He shook himself out of the trance-like state as Ville moved to grab the coffee pot. Bam moved further into the room as Ville poured the coffee into a large mug.
“Morning,” Bam said, trying his best to keep his voice from shaking. Ville jumped at the sound of his voice, consequentially spilling the hot liquid across the counter. He moved back quickly to avoid burning his perfect skin and cursed his own clumsiness.
Ville turned to Bam briefly, pulling away quickly before his eyes decided to stare on their on accord. He had tried all morning to shove the visions of his dream to the back of his mind, but that quick glance into his blue eyes brought them back full force. He shook his head in anger, he couldn’t be thinking these thoughts, Bam was going to be married in a month! That was the reason he was in Pennsylvania in the first place, to help his friend plan last minute details for his special day, and design the stage for the band. However, as much as he tried to remind himself of this and shove the images to the back of his mind, they kept returning with every smell and sound that that reminded him of Bam.
He heard Bam move closer to him slowly, “Do you want me to…”
“No, no I’ve got it,” Ville said a little too quickly. He spun around to see Bam standing a few feet away holding a piece of paper towel in his hand.
Ville looked down at it dumbly, before hesitatingly taking the paper towel from him, shivering as their fingertips touched.
Bam turned around quickly, needing to increase the space between him and Ville. Why was he even nervous, nothing happened, it was just a stupid drunken dream. He grabbed a box of cereal and placed it on the kitchen table silently. He paused momentarily before walking to the refrigerator which was conveniently located next to the coffee machine. He grabbed a jug of milk and a bowl from the cabinet before returning to the table and sitting down.
He could feel Ville shuffle his way towards the table and sit down across from him. Looking every where but those green eyes, he searched for a conversation topic.
“How did you sleep,” He winced as soon as the words came out of his mouth, and cursed himself further as he imagined Ville’s confusion at his reaction to such a casual question.
He looked up cautiously to see Ville stumbling over words in a very unVille-like manner.
“It was…good,” Ville managed to get out. “Your mattresses are comfortable,” he added dumbly, hoping he didn’t sound as stupid as he thought he did.
Bam nodded, finding himself unable to tear his eyes from the green ones before him. “Ape picked them out.”
“I see,” Ville said, uncomfortably.
Bam, in need of something to do with his hands, grabbed the jug of milk absentmindedly and poured it into his cereal.
“Uh…Bam?” Ville said, concerned. Bam looked up to see Ville looking at his box of cereal. He fallowed his gazed and his eyes widened as he found himself pouring milk into a now wet Wheaties box.
He put the milk down gently in embarrassment and laid his head in his hands dejectedly. “What the fuck is wrong with me?”
“Want me to make a list?” Ville chuckled across the table.
Bam looked up to find Ville hunched over his coffee in laughter. He took a handful of cereal and threw it at Ville, watching it fall into his cup.
“Hey now, play nice,” he managed to get out through laughs.
Bam tried to look mad, but soon found himself laughing along with his friend, memories of his dream gone for the moment, and the awkwardness that had been their breakfast absent.
A/N: Comment! I hope you enjoyed reading the sexellent opening as much as I enjoyed writing it!