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story that has been written in 20 minutes can`t be good, can it? well, you decide :P
title: mistake
summary: irony of the Fate made Ville do the right thing with the wrong person
disclaimer: DO, DN, NH
Ville`s POV
Another drunken night in some gods-know-name bar. Alone... that`s what I fucking needed - to be left alone in almost unknown city drowning my sadness and loneliness in the ridiculous almond of alcohol. But everything was better than staying with Bam at home listening his complains and be a part of the biggest argument in the century. No way I could handle it...
As I drunk more and more my vision become more and more blurred. People`s faces danced in front of my eyes, different voices kept vibrating in my ears. But you know what? Deep inside I was searching for this one. The special one. The one that belonged to Bam. No matter how hard I tried to convince myself it wasn`t like that... I just... I couldn`t kill the hope he would came. And then...
"hey" soft voice was like a music to my ears
"hey" mentally I sighed with relief. He wasn`t mad anymore
"what ya doin` here?" so he still cares of me?
"I`m... I just couldn`t stand the fight. I didn`t want to hear all those yell, I had to leave"
"I`m sorry"
"no no it`s my fault. ok, maybe not entirely but mainly" he smiled softly
My shaky hand found his and let our fingers entwine together. Funny how his hand felt bit different... bigger, not so soft. But in that moment I really couldn`t care less. He was there, smiling at me, letting me touch him. I was simply forgiven. Just like that.
"you wanna go out? find some... other place?" why was he so insecure? His eyes clouded a bit as if ready to handle dismission.
"sure sweetheart" his eyes lost this strange touch of grey.
"you sure?" wait. He was offering me a make up sex and I would turn him down? I was drunk but come on!
"let`s go"
I was more drunk than I thought. World was just spinning, running away from my feet. I let him support me and wrap muscular arm around my waist.
"well, well... you must have been working out a lot my dear" I slurred as alcohol was hitting my head more and more.
"glad you like it" he laughed bringing me a bit closer to him.
"I like everything about you" I purred into his ear.
"so.. my place or yours?" this question got totally out of the blue...
"and what`s the difference?" I was a bit surprised
"ok, so yours then" my boy is weird...
Thank gods our hotel was just around the corner, so even in my state it wasn`t do hard to find the way. The moment after we entered the elevator was all blurred, filled with wild passionate kisses and wandering hands. Somehow we managed to get to the room without fucking in the hall. I call it a mirracle.
"I need you" I gasped. That`s all he allowed me to say before he caught my already swollen lips into one of the most lustful kiss in my entire life.
We made love like never before. Everything was so new... so different... he was so different, so not Bam-like. and you know what? I fucking loved it. Don`t know where he learned all those things and why he kept his... skills from me for so long... that was the best night of my life.
As we laid afterwards trying to catch our breaths he pulled me closer letting my head rest on his sweaty chest.
"you know what? if that`s how gonna end every fight I might start to like it" I whispered licking occasionally his nipple.
"always at your service" he giggled as my tongue tickled his sensitive skin.
Soon the exhaustion made our eyelids heavy and we drifted into a safe land of sleep with arms still wrapped around each other.
"How could you fucking do it?! I don`t fucking believe it! in my fucking bed!" shouts reaped the silence like a knife hurting my ears and hangovered head.
My eyes shot open recognizing furry in Bam`s voice. What happened? Why he`s up so early? My mind still wasn`t working straight.
I focused my eyes on place all this yelling came from. He was standing in the door-frame, fully clothed and red on a face from shouting and... crying? I frowned at all those emotions I`ve read from his features. Hate, Hurt, Sadness, Disappointment, Anger, Disbelieve...
"wha..."
"Shut up! don`t you dare talking to me! ever again! it`s over!" he shouted once more and run out of the room leaving me confused and lost
Then it hit me. I was still feeling the warm, there was still an arm wrapped around my waist. My heart stopped beating as I lowered my eyes.
I was greeted by big gray eyes of innocent 20-something years old boy...
"...my god..." terrified whisper left my limp lips "...you aren`t Bam..." this statement sounded stupid even in my ears.
"Hi... I`m Adam"
How could I ever made such a mistake?
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be nice :P