Kiss Me-Chapter Seventeen
Title: Kiss Me
Rating: PG/NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, didn't happen.
Summary: Ville and Bam go to school together. They're not friends. They don't even know each other. But when they both get roped into the boys' school production of Romeo and Juliet, sparks fly!
Of course, those days had faded, missing his family so. When he first came, they happened constantly, but now they were few and far between. On the days they did happen, they came with such an ache that Bam hated waking up.
Tonight though, the skater was exhausted and could not think of any of this. The bed was so warm and inviting; all he could do was lie down and cover himself up with the blanket pulled to his chin.
He closed his eyes and welcomed the visions that he knew were coming to carry him deep into sleep and restfulness. He was eager for these visions, for lately they had been of a lovely girl with green eyes.
Wouldn’t he be surprised tonight?
**
Bam was dreaming. He was standing alone on a stage. The audience was dark, empty, but the footlights were on, almost blinding him with their brilliance. He squinted a bit as he gazed around at the stage.
“Hello?” he called out, his voice echoing and bouncing, filling the auditorium with an eerie feeling of loneliness. No one replied to him, and for reasons that Bam couldn’t understand, that thought was soul crushing.
He dropped down onto the floor, pulling his knees to his chest. It almost felt as though if he made himself smaller, he’d feel better. He’d feel less lonely. And so he tried to form into a small ball.
“Why are you sitting like that?” someone asked warmly. He lifted his head and saw Ville coming from the left side of the stage. He smiled and stood up, instantly grateful for reasons he couldn’t understand.
“I don’t know.” Ville came towards him, and helped unfold him from his cramped position. They stood their one the stage for a few moments, staring one another directly in the eye.
“Your eyes are so---.”
“I know,” the older boy cut him off. He was blushing a little. Bam smiled. He was so cute when he blushed.
“How can you know? Are you a mind reader?” Bam asked playfully. Ville only blushed a bit deeper. Suddenly, he found himself wrapping his arms around the slender waist and resting his head on Ville’s chest.
“What about Violet?”
“What ABOUT Violet?” Bam whispered as he stood on tip toe to reach that delicate mouth. He wanted desperately to taste it.
“What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her, right?”
For some reason, they both broke into laughter. Ville’s laugh sent shivers down Bam’s spine. It was sweetly dorky, and he knew that he wanted more of it. And then silence fell over them, the whole auditorium.
“Bam,” Ville spoke softly, but his voice still echoed. This echo wasn’t so heartbreakingly lonely, it was laced with desire and… and even love. Bam swallowed and tilted his head back.
His arms reached up and wound around the Finn’s neck. He exhaled deeply as Ville dipped his head and pressed his lips firmly against Bam’s. Bam gasped, and of course, the older boy took advantage and slipped his velvet tongue into the warm cavern.
The taste of him was---.
Remarkably similar to that of Bam’s pillow case. He jolted awake and spat, realizing he had a mouthful of cotton. He sighed and sat up, rubbing his forehead. The alarm clicked on then, and Bam reached over to turn it off.
The boy rubbed his forehead. It took him until after he’d thrown his covers off, padded barefoot to his bathroom, and started brushing his teeth that he had been kissing Ville.
Not Violet.
Ville.
“Oh shit,” he murmured.
Rating: PG/NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, didn't happen.
Summary: Ville and Bam go to school together. They're not friends. They don't even know each other. But when they both get roped into the boys' school production of Romeo and Juliet, sparks fly!
Of course, those days had faded, missing his family so. When he first came, they happened constantly, but now they were few and far between. On the days they did happen, they came with such an ache that Bam hated waking up.
Tonight though, the skater was exhausted and could not think of any of this. The bed was so warm and inviting; all he could do was lie down and cover himself up with the blanket pulled to his chin.
He closed his eyes and welcomed the visions that he knew were coming to carry him deep into sleep and restfulness. He was eager for these visions, for lately they had been of a lovely girl with green eyes.
Wouldn’t he be surprised tonight?
**
Bam was dreaming. He was standing alone on a stage. The audience was dark, empty, but the footlights were on, almost blinding him with their brilliance. He squinted a bit as he gazed around at the stage.
“Hello?” he called out, his voice echoing and bouncing, filling the auditorium with an eerie feeling of loneliness. No one replied to him, and for reasons that Bam couldn’t understand, that thought was soul crushing.
He dropped down onto the floor, pulling his knees to his chest. It almost felt as though if he made himself smaller, he’d feel better. He’d feel less lonely. And so he tried to form into a small ball.
“Why are you sitting like that?” someone asked warmly. He lifted his head and saw Ville coming from the left side of the stage. He smiled and stood up, instantly grateful for reasons he couldn’t understand.
“I don’t know.” Ville came towards him, and helped unfold him from his cramped position. They stood their one the stage for a few moments, staring one another directly in the eye.
“Your eyes are so---.”
“I know,” the older boy cut him off. He was blushing a little. Bam smiled. He was so cute when he blushed.
“How can you know? Are you a mind reader?” Bam asked playfully. Ville only blushed a bit deeper. Suddenly, he found himself wrapping his arms around the slender waist and resting his head on Ville’s chest.
“What about Violet?”
“What ABOUT Violet?” Bam whispered as he stood on tip toe to reach that delicate mouth. He wanted desperately to taste it.
“What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her, right?”
For some reason, they both broke into laughter. Ville’s laugh sent shivers down Bam’s spine. It was sweetly dorky, and he knew that he wanted more of it. And then silence fell over them, the whole auditorium.
“Bam,” Ville spoke softly, but his voice still echoed. This echo wasn’t so heartbreakingly lonely, it was laced with desire and… and even love. Bam swallowed and tilted his head back.
His arms reached up and wound around the Finn’s neck. He exhaled deeply as Ville dipped his head and pressed his lips firmly against Bam’s. Bam gasped, and of course, the older boy took advantage and slipped his velvet tongue into the warm cavern.
The taste of him was---.
Remarkably similar to that of Bam’s pillow case. He jolted awake and spat, realizing he had a mouthful of cotton. He sighed and sat up, rubbing his forehead. The alarm clicked on then, and Bam reached over to turn it off.
The boy rubbed his forehead. It took him until after he’d thrown his covers off, padded barefoot to his bathroom, and started brushing his teeth that he had been kissing Ville.
Not Violet.
Ville.
“Oh shit,” he murmured.