Kiss Me-Chapter Twenty
Title: Kiss Me
Rating: PG/NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, never happened.
Summary: Ville and Bam go to school together. They're not friends, they don't even know each other. But when they get roped into the all boys' school production of Romeo and Juliet, sparks fly!
He found her again on Friday. He always found her on Friday’s, there at the club. She was an oasis to him. When Bam and his friends entered the establishment, he surveyed the crowd for her.
It was hard to miss the tall girl. Especially tonight. She was wearing a clinging silky emerald green dress. The exact color of her eyes. She was breathtaking. Bam made a beeline for her and wrapped his arms around her slender waist.
Ville’s heart skipped a beat in his chest. He’d been longing for this all week long. He’d been aching to feel the skater’s arms wrapped around him. The most he could get, the thing he had to settle for was holding his hands while on the skateboard. But knowing what he knew about the feel of Bam’s body against his own, it was like taking water instead of wine.
The taller one bent and nuzzled Bam’s hair, enjoying the feel of silky curls against soft skin.
“I missed you, babe.” Bam shouted over the thumping beat. The one he called Violet only smiled indulgently and offered a pale hand, with nails painted emerald to match the dress.
Of course they have to dance. Dancing, the only way they can release the tension they both have built up. The tension that forms a hard little ball in the pit of their bellies, and would otherwise be relieved in bedrooms, on top of sheets, lips being bitten so no one heard the whimpers.
Their bodies pressed tightly together, lips against necks as the music thumps and throbs around them. Bam was sure that if by some paperwork error, he ever got to Heaven; it would surely be like this. It just had to be. There could be nothing better than this.
After a few songs, Violet was exhausted. She tugged on his hand, gesturing with her head towards an empty table, towards the back of the room. It was far enough away from the speakers that one could speak without having to shout.
“Did you have a good week?” Bam asked politely as they sat down. Violet nodded shyly and bowed her head, hair falling delicately in her eyes. She peeked through the strands at him.
“Good,” he smiled as he reached across the table and tucked her hair back. Violet picked up one of the napkins and began to twist and fold it. Ignoring her hands, Bam cleared his throat.
“So I’m sure that your brother told you about the play we have to do?”
“Mmhmm,” she nodded, not looking up from her work.
“We got our castings today. I’m not sure if you’ve had a chance to speak to Ville yet, but he got cast as Juliet and---.” He swallowed past the lump of fear in his throat.
“I’m Romeo.”
“Romeo?” Violet whispered breathily. Her voice was just a little bit husky. It was sort of surprising, hearing it come from such a delicate, frail looking girl. You’d expect her to have a willowy voice, like her figure.
“Yeah,” a smile played on the corners of Bam’s lips. A smile that said; ‘isn’t that just the dumbest thing you’ve ever heard?’
“It suits you.” Violet said very softly. She leaned across the table and pressed her lips firmly against Bam’s. He whimpered happily in the back of his throat, his lips parting, so their tongues could meet.
**
“I guess if Violet doesn’t have a problem, it should be okay then.” Lotus stretched on the couch, her feet landing in Bam’s lap. He threw her a token dirty look, but did nothing to push his friend off of him.
“As long as it’s okay with Ville,” Bam nodded.
“It doesn’t strike you as incestual?” Helen asked thoughtfully, stepped into the room, still drying her hair on a towel.
“You know, running around with the sister and then kissing the brother on stage?”
“No! Of course not,” Bam wrinkled his nose and hoped his face didn’t turn red.
***
“So did you tell him yet?” Burton asked as Ville curled up on the couch. He could barely manage to shake his head as he felt a warm blanket draped over him.
“Sooner or later you’re going to have to.”
“I know it.” Ville mumbled. “I know it.”
Rating: PG/NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, never happened.
Summary: Ville and Bam go to school together. They're not friends, they don't even know each other. But when they get roped into the all boys' school production of Romeo and Juliet, sparks fly!
He found her again on Friday. He always found her on Friday’s, there at the club. She was an oasis to him. When Bam and his friends entered the establishment, he surveyed the crowd for her.
It was hard to miss the tall girl. Especially tonight. She was wearing a clinging silky emerald green dress. The exact color of her eyes. She was breathtaking. Bam made a beeline for her and wrapped his arms around her slender waist.
Ville’s heart skipped a beat in his chest. He’d been longing for this all week long. He’d been aching to feel the skater’s arms wrapped around him. The most he could get, the thing he had to settle for was holding his hands while on the skateboard. But knowing what he knew about the feel of Bam’s body against his own, it was like taking water instead of wine.
The taller one bent and nuzzled Bam’s hair, enjoying the feel of silky curls against soft skin.
“I missed you, babe.” Bam shouted over the thumping beat. The one he called Violet only smiled indulgently and offered a pale hand, with nails painted emerald to match the dress.
Of course they have to dance. Dancing, the only way they can release the tension they both have built up. The tension that forms a hard little ball in the pit of their bellies, and would otherwise be relieved in bedrooms, on top of sheets, lips being bitten so no one heard the whimpers.
Their bodies pressed tightly together, lips against necks as the music thumps and throbs around them. Bam was sure that if by some paperwork error, he ever got to Heaven; it would surely be like this. It just had to be. There could be nothing better than this.
After a few songs, Violet was exhausted. She tugged on his hand, gesturing with her head towards an empty table, towards the back of the room. It was far enough away from the speakers that one could speak without having to shout.
“Did you have a good week?” Bam asked politely as they sat down. Violet nodded shyly and bowed her head, hair falling delicately in her eyes. She peeked through the strands at him.
“Good,” he smiled as he reached across the table and tucked her hair back. Violet picked up one of the napkins and began to twist and fold it. Ignoring her hands, Bam cleared his throat.
“So I’m sure that your brother told you about the play we have to do?”
“Mmhmm,” she nodded, not looking up from her work.
“We got our castings today. I’m not sure if you’ve had a chance to speak to Ville yet, but he got cast as Juliet and---.” He swallowed past the lump of fear in his throat.
“I’m Romeo.”
“Romeo?” Violet whispered breathily. Her voice was just a little bit husky. It was sort of surprising, hearing it come from such a delicate, frail looking girl. You’d expect her to have a willowy voice, like her figure.
“Yeah,” a smile played on the corners of Bam’s lips. A smile that said; ‘isn’t that just the dumbest thing you’ve ever heard?’
“It suits you.” Violet said very softly. She leaned across the table and pressed her lips firmly against Bam’s. He whimpered happily in the back of his throat, his lips parting, so their tongues could meet.
**
“I guess if Violet doesn’t have a problem, it should be okay then.” Lotus stretched on the couch, her feet landing in Bam’s lap. He threw her a token dirty look, but did nothing to push his friend off of him.
“As long as it’s okay with Ville,” Bam nodded.
“It doesn’t strike you as incestual?” Helen asked thoughtfully, stepped into the room, still drying her hair on a towel.
“You know, running around with the sister and then kissing the brother on stage?”
“No! Of course not,” Bam wrinkled his nose and hoped his face didn’t turn red.
***
“So did you tell him yet?” Burton asked as Ville curled up on the couch. He could barely manage to shake his head as he felt a warm blanket draped over him.
“Sooner or later you’re going to have to.”
“I know it.” Ville mumbled. “I know it.”