S'mores (YAY SMUT)
TITLE: S'mores
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: Bam thinks s'mores are comfort food. Basically; Angstyness, leading into smutiness ^_^
DISCLAIMER: Are you joking?
Ville wandered into the kitchen, leaned over Bam's shoulder and stole a marshmallow off the pile that lay before him on a chopping board. He popped it into his mouth before leaning in and kissing him Bam on the cheek gently and straddling the closest chair. "And you'd be doing what with the snack food?" he asked, slightly amused, gesturing at the crackers, chocolate and marshmallows strewn across the table.
"S'mores." Bam replied, a little detachedly.
Ville nodded, trying hard to keep the smile from his face. "Dude, from what I know about your wierd ass food, S'mores are meant to be cooked or something. Right?"
"Yeah." Bam stated, eyes never leaving the pile in front of him. "S'mores are like, comfort food or something. If I eat them it means I'm depressed, yeah? So if I don't actually cook them, then they aren't technically s'mores - they're crackers and chocolate and marshmallow."
"Is there a law in the Margera household that states that only the depressed may eat s'mores?" Ville asked gently; understanding that, for all Bam laughed and joked, he wasn't always happy. "If you want 'em, eat 'em. If not, shove over."
Bam sat forward on his chair until he was perched on the very edge and Ville slipped in behind him, pulling his lover against his chest. "Thank god Phil has an extra large ass." he murmured into Bam's ear, earning a slight smile.
"Yeah, man." the skater practically whispered, pushing himself closer to Ville, who tightened his arms around his waist.
"Care to tell me what's on your mind?"
Bam was silent for a while, just breathing and staring at the slowly melting chocolate. "Dunno. Really. Just, feel a bit shitty."
"We are so young, our lives have just begun." Ville whispersang in Bam's ear softly.
"But already we´re considering escape from this world." Bam returned, skipping a hand full of lines and telling Ville "This life ain´t worth living." he leaned back and turned slightly, leaning his head on Ville's shoulder and murmuring into his neck.
"Don't say that." the singer told him sternly.
Bam pulled from Ville's arms and jumped to his feet, pacing the room in a way that made him look so vulnerable. "Why not? Eh? Because it's true!" he tried hard not to raise his voice - god only knew where April and Phil were but his shouting would attract them like a moth to a flame. "I've got my parents on my back every freakin' day, Ville. Did you know that? 'Hows things with Jenn?' they ask. Or some times 'You think she's The One? How 'bout marriage, Bam?' and all I can do is grin and lie. 'Yeah, things with Jenn are fine,' when in reality it's all false. 'I dont know if she's the one. Marriage is good, not right now though, thanks,' when really, marrying Jenn makes my skin crawl as if I'd been asked to marry my Sister." he spat in utter disgust.
Ville watched, his eyes following Bam the length of the room and back again. He was trying to keep calm, because anger was useless right now. "And I was meant to know that how? I'm not a fucking mind reader, Bam. Jesus! If you actually talked to me now and then, maybe I'd be a bit more patient but-"
Bam stopped his pacing and stared directly at Ville, his face blank. "Sorry, man."
Ville blinked. "Er....okay?" He got to his feet and stumbled over to Bam, who was running his hands through his hair. He pulled the younger man into an embrace. "Just know you can talk to me about this stuff."
"Don't wanna have to lie to my parents, Vil'. Sick of lyin'." he said into Ville's shoulder, who pulled away and held Bam at arm's length. The man looked like shit. There were dark circles under his eyes, probably from lack of sleep, which could easily pass as makeup; his hair looked as though a strong electrical current had been introduced to his body; and his eyes, usually full of amusement and mischief, were dulled and dead.
"Then don't lie." He told Bam, leaning in and brushing their lips together in a whisperkiss that shouldn't have felt as good as it did.
"I can't tell them the truth. Phil would go bug shit....and Ape would just look at me like I had grown an extra head." Bam stepped closer and put his hands on Ville's hips who, in turn, draped his arms around Bam's neck.
"Does it matter? As long as you're honest?"
Bam shrugged a little. "S'pose not." He adjusted his hold on Ville, pulling the slighter man closer to his body and grinding their pelvises together, grinning a little as his motions elicited a quiet moan. "Feels so right."
Ville's eyes were half lidded and darkened with lust, his mouth hanging slightly open. "Yeah. So right." he muttered, his voice hoarse. He ground himself a little harder against Bam, their heavy breathing the only sound to be heard in the room.
"We really shouldn't do this here." Bam warned him, but it had little effect, what with his head thrown back like that.
"Exactly." Ville manoeuvred his arms a little and used his right hand to pop the clasp of Bam's Bernys belt and slid the same hand down the waist band of his jeans, rubbing him gently through the thin fabric of his boxers.
"Shit, Vil'." Bam swore under his breath as his lover increased the pressure slightly but, teasingly, continued the lazy pace with his hand. "Please," he gasped.
It should have been wrong that Bam wasn't in the slightest bit bothered by the idea that his mother could walk in at any minute and find Ville groping him thoroughly, but all thoughts were pushed from his mind by said groping. Ville pushed his hand past the elastic barrier of Bam's boxers, earning a satisfied groan. He wrapped his fist around the base of Bam's cock and squeezed ever-so-gently.
"Jesus Christ Ville." Bam hissed, his voice low and threatening. Ville threw him an amused look before quickly twisting his wrist and moving his hand. Bam braced one hand on the table, the other fixed to Ville's hip with a death grip. The urgent pulltugtwist of his lover's fist driving him closer to the edge.
Ville revelled in the noises that his own hand was, indirectly, tearing from Bam's throat. Mumbles, murmurs, erratic breathing and the gritty sound of skin-on-skin the only things that could be heard.
Bam's tone changed, a subtle shift that only Ville could detect, exposing how close he was. Ville stilled his hand and grinned wickedly at Bam when he let out a soft mewl of protest. "How's that?" he asked, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Fucking cock tease." Bam snapped without much anger, desperately pushing into Ville's hand. He leaned forward quickly and their lips met in a heated kiss, all lips and teeth and tongue and....oh.
"I really don't understand your familly." Ville told him, his hand gliding slowly up Bam's shaft and swirling his thumb over the head. "They want you to be with someone. But they'd kick your sorry ass if you told them you were with a guy."
"Yeah I - oh god nggh." Bam's words were cut off as Ville moved his hand faster, reducing the pressure. Bam moved his hand from the table and wrapped it around Vlle's forearm, successfully stilling his wrist. "If you're gonna do it....please, just do it."
Ville gave him is best shit-eating grin and removed his hand completely from Bam's pants. "Or what?" he taunted gently. Apparently not gently enough; a heart-beat later, Bam grabbed his lover by the shoulders and pushed him back, hard, so he was lying flat against the table-top, with Bam's body pressed flush against him.
"Or I'll take over." Bam told him sternly, grinding his hips against Ville's. He brought their faces close together and Ville shivered as Bam's warm breath ghosted across his skin. "Happy now?" he asked, his glancing dropping to Ville's lips and then back up to his eyes.
"Very." Ville grinned, arching his back and increasing the friction through far-too-many layers of clothing. "Exstatic, really."
Bam used his knee to knock the not-quite-s'mores off the table without dropping the chopping board (god forbid anyone come running into the room). He straddled Ville's waist and leaned in, running his tongue along his lover's bottom lip. "You know what I fancy, like, right now?" he asked, resting his forehead against Ville's.
"Wha'?" was the murmured reply since, really, talking was so overrated.
Bam dipped his head and captured Ville's mouth in a deep kiss, and pushing his hips downwards again.
He fairly lept off Ville and away from the table when he heard footsteps on the laminate floor, making their way down the hall slowly. Ville himself just sat up and rubbed his face in exasperation.
Bam took a few quick steps towards him and pecked him on the mouth. He grinned, his eyes telling of a promise to continue what they had just started. "S'mores." he answered finally. "I fancy s'mores."
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: Bam thinks s'mores are comfort food. Basically; Angstyness, leading into smutiness ^_^
DISCLAIMER: Are you joking?
Ville wandered into the kitchen, leaned over Bam's shoulder and stole a marshmallow off the pile that lay before him on a chopping board. He popped it into his mouth before leaning in and kissing him Bam on the cheek gently and straddling the closest chair. "And you'd be doing what with the snack food?" he asked, slightly amused, gesturing at the crackers, chocolate and marshmallows strewn across the table.
"S'mores." Bam replied, a little detachedly.
Ville nodded, trying hard to keep the smile from his face. "Dude, from what I know about your wierd ass food, S'mores are meant to be cooked or something. Right?"
"Yeah." Bam stated, eyes never leaving the pile in front of him. "S'mores are like, comfort food or something. If I eat them it means I'm depressed, yeah? So if I don't actually cook them, then they aren't technically s'mores - they're crackers and chocolate and marshmallow."
"Is there a law in the Margera household that states that only the depressed may eat s'mores?" Ville asked gently; understanding that, for all Bam laughed and joked, he wasn't always happy. "If you want 'em, eat 'em. If not, shove over."
Bam sat forward on his chair until he was perched on the very edge and Ville slipped in behind him, pulling his lover against his chest. "Thank god Phil has an extra large ass." he murmured into Bam's ear, earning a slight smile.
"Yeah, man." the skater practically whispered, pushing himself closer to Ville, who tightened his arms around his waist.
"Care to tell me what's on your mind?"
Bam was silent for a while, just breathing and staring at the slowly melting chocolate. "Dunno. Really. Just, feel a bit shitty."
"We are so young, our lives have just begun." Ville whispersang in Bam's ear softly.
"But already we´re considering escape from this world." Bam returned, skipping a hand full of lines and telling Ville "This life ain´t worth living." he leaned back and turned slightly, leaning his head on Ville's shoulder and murmuring into his neck.
"Don't say that." the singer told him sternly.
Bam pulled from Ville's arms and jumped to his feet, pacing the room in a way that made him look so vulnerable. "Why not? Eh? Because it's true!" he tried hard not to raise his voice - god only knew where April and Phil were but his shouting would attract them like a moth to a flame. "I've got my parents on my back every freakin' day, Ville. Did you know that? 'Hows things with Jenn?' they ask. Or some times 'You think she's The One? How 'bout marriage, Bam?' and all I can do is grin and lie. 'Yeah, things with Jenn are fine,' when in reality it's all false. 'I dont know if she's the one. Marriage is good, not right now though, thanks,' when really, marrying Jenn makes my skin crawl as if I'd been asked to marry my Sister." he spat in utter disgust.
Ville watched, his eyes following Bam the length of the room and back again. He was trying to keep calm, because anger was useless right now. "And I was meant to know that how? I'm not a fucking mind reader, Bam. Jesus! If you actually talked to me now and then, maybe I'd be a bit more patient but-"
Bam stopped his pacing and stared directly at Ville, his face blank. "Sorry, man."
Ville blinked. "Er....okay?" He got to his feet and stumbled over to Bam, who was running his hands through his hair. He pulled the younger man into an embrace. "Just know you can talk to me about this stuff."
"Don't wanna have to lie to my parents, Vil'. Sick of lyin'." he said into Ville's shoulder, who pulled away and held Bam at arm's length. The man looked like shit. There were dark circles under his eyes, probably from lack of sleep, which could easily pass as makeup; his hair looked as though a strong electrical current had been introduced to his body; and his eyes, usually full of amusement and mischief, were dulled and dead.
"Then don't lie." He told Bam, leaning in and brushing their lips together in a whisperkiss that shouldn't have felt as good as it did.
"I can't tell them the truth. Phil would go bug shit....and Ape would just look at me like I had grown an extra head." Bam stepped closer and put his hands on Ville's hips who, in turn, draped his arms around Bam's neck.
"Does it matter? As long as you're honest?"
Bam shrugged a little. "S'pose not." He adjusted his hold on Ville, pulling the slighter man closer to his body and grinding their pelvises together, grinning a little as his motions elicited a quiet moan. "Feels so right."
Ville's eyes were half lidded and darkened with lust, his mouth hanging slightly open. "Yeah. So right." he muttered, his voice hoarse. He ground himself a little harder against Bam, their heavy breathing the only sound to be heard in the room.
"We really shouldn't do this here." Bam warned him, but it had little effect, what with his head thrown back like that.
"Exactly." Ville manoeuvred his arms a little and used his right hand to pop the clasp of Bam's Bernys belt and slid the same hand down the waist band of his jeans, rubbing him gently through the thin fabric of his boxers.
"Shit, Vil'." Bam swore under his breath as his lover increased the pressure slightly but, teasingly, continued the lazy pace with his hand. "Please," he gasped.
It should have been wrong that Bam wasn't in the slightest bit bothered by the idea that his mother could walk in at any minute and find Ville groping him thoroughly, but all thoughts were pushed from his mind by said groping. Ville pushed his hand past the elastic barrier of Bam's boxers, earning a satisfied groan. He wrapped his fist around the base of Bam's cock and squeezed ever-so-gently.
"Jesus Christ Ville." Bam hissed, his voice low and threatening. Ville threw him an amused look before quickly twisting his wrist and moving his hand. Bam braced one hand on the table, the other fixed to Ville's hip with a death grip. The urgent pulltugtwist of his lover's fist driving him closer to the edge.
Ville revelled in the noises that his own hand was, indirectly, tearing from Bam's throat. Mumbles, murmurs, erratic breathing and the gritty sound of skin-on-skin the only things that could be heard.
Bam's tone changed, a subtle shift that only Ville could detect, exposing how close he was. Ville stilled his hand and grinned wickedly at Bam when he let out a soft mewl of protest. "How's that?" he asked, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Fucking cock tease." Bam snapped without much anger, desperately pushing into Ville's hand. He leaned forward quickly and their lips met in a heated kiss, all lips and teeth and tongue and....oh.
"I really don't understand your familly." Ville told him, his hand gliding slowly up Bam's shaft and swirling his thumb over the head. "They want you to be with someone. But they'd kick your sorry ass if you told them you were with a guy."
"Yeah I - oh god nggh." Bam's words were cut off as Ville moved his hand faster, reducing the pressure. Bam moved his hand from the table and wrapped it around Vlle's forearm, successfully stilling his wrist. "If you're gonna do it....please, just do it."
Ville gave him is best shit-eating grin and removed his hand completely from Bam's pants. "Or what?" he taunted gently. Apparently not gently enough; a heart-beat later, Bam grabbed his lover by the shoulders and pushed him back, hard, so he was lying flat against the table-top, with Bam's body pressed flush against him.
"Or I'll take over." Bam told him sternly, grinding his hips against Ville's. He brought their faces close together and Ville shivered as Bam's warm breath ghosted across his skin. "Happy now?" he asked, his glancing dropping to Ville's lips and then back up to his eyes.
"Very." Ville grinned, arching his back and increasing the friction through far-too-many layers of clothing. "Exstatic, really."
Bam used his knee to knock the not-quite-s'mores off the table without dropping the chopping board (god forbid anyone come running into the room). He straddled Ville's waist and leaned in, running his tongue along his lover's bottom lip. "You know what I fancy, like, right now?" he asked, resting his forehead against Ville's.
"Wha'?" was the murmured reply since, really, talking was so overrated.
Bam dipped his head and captured Ville's mouth in a deep kiss, and pushing his hips downwards again.
He fairly lept off Ville and away from the table when he heard footsteps on the laminate floor, making their way down the hall slowly. Ville himself just sat up and rubbed his face in exasperation.
Bam took a few quick steps towards him and pecked him on the mouth. He grinned, his eyes telling of a promise to continue what they had just started. "S'mores." he answered finally. "I fancy s'mores."