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title- Your Greatest Hits Record.
rating- pg-13
pairing- Bam/Ville
uhu- never really happened
note- thanks to miss katie_libertine for doing the beta-reading with the speed of light. I'll marry that girl.
Part one.
”Our hearts are beating at the same time” I say and look up at him from where I’m lying, my head on his chest. He grins at me, his eyes taunting what I just said.
”What, you think it’s a sign or something?” He chuckles to himself and continues to watch the movie. He’s never been the romantic kind of guy. I’ve tried to say I love him. I’ve tried to say I need him. Whatever I do, or say, he just stays quiet. But I’ve learned to accept that. It’s just one of those things that makes him who he is. And maybe he does love me. I doubt I’ll hear him say it though. But all those ”I love you’s” are overrated anyways, it’s just a statement to what we already know, right? It would be good to hear sometimes though. Just to be sure.
He moves from underneath me, slowly so my head doesn’t fall down before I get the chance to support myself.
”You want another beer?” I shake my head and he shrugs.
”I’m going to bed.” He states and begins to walk upstairs. I nod and look up at him.
”Goodnight, love you.” He grunts something I don’t hear and walks into our bedroom. I hear him follow his bedtime routine. Undressing to his boxers, standing in front of the mirror, which is right above me. I could almost hear him brethe, he stands there looking if he can find any flaws to point out. Then goes to our newly renovated bathroom, splashing some water into his face, looking into the mirror to see if there are any flaws he could point out and then brushing his teeth, and soon he’ll call me to come and join him to bed.
”It’s getting lonely up here!” Maybe it’s his way to show affection, I don’t know. But I get up, I wasn’t really watching the show on the telly anyways. As I enter the bathroom I find him, still brushing his teeth and turning around in different angles to see if he looks fat, I simply smile and walk up to him, wrapping my arms around him, he spits into the sink.
”You smell....” he mumbles and I sigh.
”Well you’re not exactly a bouquet of roses either.” I answer. He smirks and turns around. Wiping his mouth of any evidence of toothpaste. We turn each other down all the time. Maybe we think that by breaking down each other slowly we’ll stay together forever. Maybe I’m just over-analysing every bit of this relationship too. Maybe, maybe, baby
”Let’s take a shower then.” He leans forward to kiss me, but I move my hand to his lips to stop him.
”No, wait... I’m tired” He sighs and wraps his arms around me, because he feels he has to if he wants to get some?
”You’re always tired...” He kisses my neck, slowly, sucking softly on each spot he’s kissing. I bite my lip.
”Seriously Ville, I just want to sleep.” He growls irritated and let’s me go, walking into our bedroom, and slam the door behind him. I usually don’t turn him down, I let him have his way, spreading my legs for him. He’s a great lover really. But it’s always as if he’s somewhere else, not really here. I lay down on my side of the bed and look at him.
”You forgot to turn off the lights in the kitchen.” He suddenly says. I shake my head.
”No I didn’t.” He turns around and rests his head in his hand.
”Yes, you did.” I get up and walks down, turning off the lights I did forget to turn off, as I get back Ville is already sleeping, or at least pretending he is, so I simply climb into bed nect to him, shifting a little closer so I can breathe in his scent which slowly cradles me to sleep.
The next morning I wake up to someone dropping an object, what seems to be a very expensive vase or something, at least according to the foul words that comes after the crash. I get up and walk slowly and dizzily down to the kitchen, where he is, brushing up the pieces of a plate my mother gave us at our engagement party. I stand still, feeling as if someone just dumped a pack of ice and emptiness in my stomach. He sees me and looks apologizingly on the smashed pieces that once was the vase. I take a deep breath.
”Can’t you be more careful Ville?” I ask irritated, I usually don’t care about stuff, I’m not too fuzzy about shit like that but right now I’m already angry with him. He scowls at me.
”It’s not like I did it on purpose.” I sigh loudly to let him know that I don’t agree.
”No but you could just check if everything is out of your reach before just stomping on in your usual manor.”
”Oh fuck off, I do not stomp around!”
”Yes you do, you always destroy things! You never care!”
”What the fuck do you know about that? You always take things for granted!”
”And what the fuck is that supposed to mean? I always tell you that I love you, and I’d love to take your love for granted, but I can’t can I? I never know where I have you because you don’t CARE to tell me!”
”Oh just... just fuck off. You’re such a bitch.” As he walks out on me he kicks the pieces he collected on the floor, sending them flying in every direction of the room. I doubt I can fix it, glue can’t mend everything. I let out a deep sigh and walk across the room to get the phone, accidentally setting my foot on a piece of porcleain that penetrates my skin.
”Damn motherfucking piece of shit!!” I get the phone and sit down, dialing the number to Ryan. He picks up immediatelly.
”D-d-d-Dunn.” I smile a little.
”Moi, it’s Bam,.”
”Ah, and how is my favourite queer doing?” He chuckles to himself. I don’t. Queer jokes are like, sooooo 90’s.
”I’m...okay.” He stops chuckling and lets out a heavy sigh which causes the ear-piece of the phone to sound like an off-tuned radio.
”You guys fought again, didn’t you?” I nod, but keep quiet.
”Bam?” I jump a little, realising I never answered.
”Yes, yes we fought...” I lick my lips and begin to take care of my foot. It stings.
”Ah, and do you want to talk about it?”
”No, not exactly...” He keeps quiet as if he wants me to continue the sentence. Well, I don’t so we just basically sit in this awkward silence, only disturbed by his breathing.
”So....”
”Yeah...”
”Wanna come over?” I smile.
”Yeah... I’ll see you soon. Bye.” I hang up and collect my pocket stuff, keys, wallet, cigarettes...Pocket stuff. My foot stings. I’ll take the car. No, Ville took the car.
My conversation with Dunn was just as I expected it to be.
”Dude, you gotta leave him, he’s not good for you.”
”Dude, he’s a real piece of shit that one.”
”Dude, dude, listen up, just leave him, okay?”
Eventually I left. Not Ville but Dunn, it was getting late. As I got home Ville stood by the stove, cooking something. He’s a self-proclaimed master chef. It smelled burned rubber.
”Did I miss something?” I ask as I place myself on top of the counter.
”No, felt like cooking...”
”So?”
”So. I did.” I takes the pan off the stove and pours the brown substance into the sink.
”And now you’re not happy with the results.”
”Never tasted it.” I smirk. I can’t help it.
”How come?”
”It’s against my principles.”
”Your principles huh?”
”Yeah...”
”Will you tell me about those principles?”
”My principles are; not to eat anything that smells like a mixture between dogfood and day-after-getting-shit-faced-drunk-puke. It’s pure survival instincts really. ” He looks at me, eyes glinting like never before. He rests his hands on either side of me, and I’m leaning up against the counter. His eyes are softer than I’ve seen them for weeks.
”I’m sorry.” He says, and that’s all I need. I wrap my arms around him and he leans up against me. I swallow hard and kiss his neck, burying my nose into his hair. As long as I don’t question him it’ll be okay. It’ll be okay.
rating- pg-13
pairing- Bam/Ville
uhu- never really happened
note- thanks to miss katie_libertine for doing the beta-reading with the speed of light. I'll marry that girl.
Part one.
”Our hearts are beating at the same time” I say and look up at him from where I’m lying, my head on his chest. He grins at me, his eyes taunting what I just said.
”What, you think it’s a sign or something?” He chuckles to himself and continues to watch the movie. He’s never been the romantic kind of guy. I’ve tried to say I love him. I’ve tried to say I need him. Whatever I do, or say, he just stays quiet. But I’ve learned to accept that. It’s just one of those things that makes him who he is. And maybe he does love me. I doubt I’ll hear him say it though. But all those ”I love you’s” are overrated anyways, it’s just a statement to what we already know, right? It would be good to hear sometimes though. Just to be sure.
He moves from underneath me, slowly so my head doesn’t fall down before I get the chance to support myself.
”You want another beer?” I shake my head and he shrugs.
”I’m going to bed.” He states and begins to walk upstairs. I nod and look up at him.
”Goodnight, love you.” He grunts something I don’t hear and walks into our bedroom. I hear him follow his bedtime routine. Undressing to his boxers, standing in front of the mirror, which is right above me. I could almost hear him brethe, he stands there looking if he can find any flaws to point out. Then goes to our newly renovated bathroom, splashing some water into his face, looking into the mirror to see if there are any flaws he could point out and then brushing his teeth, and soon he’ll call me to come and join him to bed.
”It’s getting lonely up here!” Maybe it’s his way to show affection, I don’t know. But I get up, I wasn’t really watching the show on the telly anyways. As I enter the bathroom I find him, still brushing his teeth and turning around in different angles to see if he looks fat, I simply smile and walk up to him, wrapping my arms around him, he spits into the sink.
”You smell....” he mumbles and I sigh.
”Well you’re not exactly a bouquet of roses either.” I answer. He smirks and turns around. Wiping his mouth of any evidence of toothpaste. We turn each other down all the time. Maybe we think that by breaking down each other slowly we’ll stay together forever. Maybe I’m just over-analysing every bit of this relationship too. Maybe, maybe, baby
”Let’s take a shower then.” He leans forward to kiss me, but I move my hand to his lips to stop him.
”No, wait... I’m tired” He sighs and wraps his arms around me, because he feels he has to if he wants to get some?
”You’re always tired...” He kisses my neck, slowly, sucking softly on each spot he’s kissing. I bite my lip.
”Seriously Ville, I just want to sleep.” He growls irritated and let’s me go, walking into our bedroom, and slam the door behind him. I usually don’t turn him down, I let him have his way, spreading my legs for him. He’s a great lover really. But it’s always as if he’s somewhere else, not really here. I lay down on my side of the bed and look at him.
”You forgot to turn off the lights in the kitchen.” He suddenly says. I shake my head.
”No I didn’t.” He turns around and rests his head in his hand.
”Yes, you did.” I get up and walks down, turning off the lights I did forget to turn off, as I get back Ville is already sleeping, or at least pretending he is, so I simply climb into bed nect to him, shifting a little closer so I can breathe in his scent which slowly cradles me to sleep.
The next morning I wake up to someone dropping an object, what seems to be a very expensive vase or something, at least according to the foul words that comes after the crash. I get up and walk slowly and dizzily down to the kitchen, where he is, brushing up the pieces of a plate my mother gave us at our engagement party. I stand still, feeling as if someone just dumped a pack of ice and emptiness in my stomach. He sees me and looks apologizingly on the smashed pieces that once was the vase. I take a deep breath.
”Can’t you be more careful Ville?” I ask irritated, I usually don’t care about stuff, I’m not too fuzzy about shit like that but right now I’m already angry with him. He scowls at me.
”It’s not like I did it on purpose.” I sigh loudly to let him know that I don’t agree.
”No but you could just check if everything is out of your reach before just stomping on in your usual manor.”
”Oh fuck off, I do not stomp around!”
”Yes you do, you always destroy things! You never care!”
”What the fuck do you know about that? You always take things for granted!”
”And what the fuck is that supposed to mean? I always tell you that I love you, and I’d love to take your love for granted, but I can’t can I? I never know where I have you because you don’t CARE to tell me!”
”Oh just... just fuck off. You’re such a bitch.” As he walks out on me he kicks the pieces he collected on the floor, sending them flying in every direction of the room. I doubt I can fix it, glue can’t mend everything. I let out a deep sigh and walk across the room to get the phone, accidentally setting my foot on a piece of porcleain that penetrates my skin.
”Damn motherfucking piece of shit!!” I get the phone and sit down, dialing the number to Ryan. He picks up immediatelly.
”D-d-d-Dunn.” I smile a little.
”Moi, it’s Bam,.”
”Ah, and how is my favourite queer doing?” He chuckles to himself. I don’t. Queer jokes are like, sooooo 90’s.
”I’m...okay.” He stops chuckling and lets out a heavy sigh which causes the ear-piece of the phone to sound like an off-tuned radio.
”You guys fought again, didn’t you?” I nod, but keep quiet.
”Bam?” I jump a little, realising I never answered.
”Yes, yes we fought...” I lick my lips and begin to take care of my foot. It stings.
”Ah, and do you want to talk about it?”
”No, not exactly...” He keeps quiet as if he wants me to continue the sentence. Well, I don’t so we just basically sit in this awkward silence, only disturbed by his breathing.
”So....”
”Yeah...”
”Wanna come over?” I smile.
”Yeah... I’ll see you soon. Bye.” I hang up and collect my pocket stuff, keys, wallet, cigarettes...Pocket stuff. My foot stings. I’ll take the car. No, Ville took the car.
My conversation with Dunn was just as I expected it to be.
”Dude, you gotta leave him, he’s not good for you.”
”Dude, he’s a real piece of shit that one.”
”Dude, dude, listen up, just leave him, okay?”
Eventually I left. Not Ville but Dunn, it was getting late. As I got home Ville stood by the stove, cooking something. He’s a self-proclaimed master chef. It smelled burned rubber.
”Did I miss something?” I ask as I place myself on top of the counter.
”No, felt like cooking...”
”So?”
”So. I did.” I takes the pan off the stove and pours the brown substance into the sink.
”And now you’re not happy with the results.”
”Never tasted it.” I smirk. I can’t help it.
”How come?”
”It’s against my principles.”
”Your principles huh?”
”Yeah...”
”Will you tell me about those principles?”
”My principles are; not to eat anything that smells like a mixture between dogfood and day-after-getting-shit-faced-drunk-puke. It’s pure survival instincts really. ” He looks at me, eyes glinting like never before. He rests his hands on either side of me, and I’m leaning up against the counter. His eyes are softer than I’ve seen them for weeks.
”I’m sorry.” He says, and that’s all I need. I wrap my arms around him and he leans up against me. I swallow hard and kiss his neck, burying my nose into his hair. As long as I don’t question him it’ll be okay. It’ll be okay.