Fiction: Dormitory Boys (Chapter 10)
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Title: Dormitory Boys
Author: breakmouth/psychoticpony
Pairing: Ville Valo/Bam Margera. Others.
Rating: PG-13 to NC-17, depending on chapter.
Summary: At the Kiski Private Boys Boarding School, there's a new transfer student. When he shares a dorm room with Bam, however, anything could happen.
Notes: This is an on-going series. Updates will be whenever. violetdollie is possum down the chimney. This is is an AU fic. I love me my highschool Vam. To conjure_lass.
Chapters 1-5
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Physics was difficult, Bam reasoned as he stared at the gibberish written in the workbook in front of him. None of it made sense. They were answering what were apparently “easy questions” while the teacher handed out test and homework results. Bam slouched in his chair, tossling his hair and letting out a frustrated sigh.
“Vil--“ He began, shifting and looking at his roommate.
“No.” Ville cut him off, moving his workbook away from Bam and continuing to write. “You’re never going to pass if you continue to copy my answers.”
Bam shot him a glare, before a paper was laid on his desk. He looked up at the teacher, Miss Allistor, and grimaced as she gave him a stern look. He turned up the corner of the page, enough to see the bright, bold ‘E’ circled in on the paper, before smiling at her apologetically.
“You need to clean up your act, Mr. Margera. I expect more from you.” She said, before handing Ville his paper. Ville turned it up, and Bam caught a glimpse of the ‘B’ written on his. That couldn’t be fair. Ville was foreign and he was still getting better marks.
Bam huffed softly, sinking further into his chair.
“Okay, boys, finish with those questions and look up here.” Miss Allistor said, pointing to the whiteboard upon which more complicated terms and diagrams were written. Bam looked at them; squinted, tilted his head and went cross-eyed. He still couldn’t understand them, so he just settled for staring at the board.
“Quit looking at it like it’s the spawn of Satan.” Ville’s rich voice said near his ear.
“I don’t understand it.” Bam said, rolling his eyes. “Therefore it’s the spawn of Satan.”
“Concentrate.” Ville murmured. Bam yawned, and fell into silence. He leaned his head onto his hand, listening to the teacher’s droning voice as she talked about Phsyics. He felt his brain going fuzzy, and he stifled a yawn, beginning to draw small patterns on the tabletop with his pencil. He glanced over at Ville, rolling his eyes when he noticed his roommate was actually paying attention to what was being said.
"You're actually listening?" Bam muttered under his breath, giving Ville a confused look. "Why?"
"Because, Bam, some of us are actually planning on passing Physics this year." Ville sighed with exasperation. "Unlike you, I have to get good marks or else I'm in shit. I'm an exchange student, my parents won't see the funny side of them blowing several grand so I can fail. I did that back in Finland."
"My marks aren't that bad." Bam said defensively, slumping in his chair. Ville leant over and flipped over his paper, tapping a finger over the circled 'E'.
"Not that bad?" Ville asked. Bam glared at him and snatched his paper away, tucking it behind his book.
"Shut the fuck up. Just because I'm not as fantastic at school as you are, doesn't mean I'm stupid. I'm not stupid, sometimes I just have problems with this shit."
"Bammie," Ville sighed, shifting in his seat to look at Bam. "I never said you were stupid. You're not. You're really smart when you need to be, just the times when you need to be are usually not in school. Your only problem is that you don't understand the basic concepts. If you don't understand the basic concepts, then you're not going to get the more complicated stuff, see? You just need someone to explain the basics to you."
Bam glanced over to the teacher, then back to Ville. He raised an eyebrow slowly and studied the paper in his hand. It was true, really. When he looked at the questions, he didn't understand how to work them out, because he didn't know where to start. It was the same with Maths, too. It was all numbers and letters and formuli and equations in these kinds of subjects. All he saw was a mess of numbers.
"Ville, if you tutor me, we'd only end up getting distracted." He said softly. Ville laughed.
"I'm sure you can show some restraint, right, Bam?" He questioned softly. Bam felt a the burning heat of Ville's hand as it settled on his thigh under the table. He looked over at Ville, who was now innocently facing forwards, his chin resting on his other hand as he watched Miss Allistor talk.
"You are not going to do what I think you're going to do." Bam hissed, giving Ville a pointed look. The only response he got was Ville's hand sliding further up his leg, fingers drumming a tattoo on the inside of his thigh.
Bam leant back, trying to ignore the feeling. There was no way Ville would think about doing this in class. Even if it was under the desk, it was still in class. It would be so easy to get caught; all it would take was one small noise from Bam to be noticed. Ville's hand slid higher and Bam bit into his lip, folding his arms on the desk and letting his head rest in the crook of his elbow. He briefly heard Ville's soft chuckle, before most of the outside world disappeared from his notice. Ville's hand was resting over his cock, just a thin pair of boxers and the cotton school slacks seperating skin from skin. He felt himself grow harder almost immediately, and looked over in time to see Ville's smirk.
"Stop that." He hissed, although his voice hitched when Ville's hand squeezed his cock slightly.
"Why?" Ville asked, his voice low and his eyes still looking forward, for all the world looking like he wasn't doing anything wrong. Except Bam knew he was doing something wrong, because Bam could feel it. He looked down at his textbook, gripped his pencil tightly and tried to ignore the way Ville's fingers were expertly tugging on the zip on his pants.
"We're in class, Ville!" Bam hissed, before biting his lip so a soft whimper didn't escape.
"So? You can be quiet, can't you?" Ville said, glancing briefly at Bam with his eyebrow raised.
"Not with your hand down my pan-- aah!" Bam buried his face against the crook of his elbow, squeezing his eyes shut. Ville's fingers continued thier slow, teasing stroking of Bam's cock.
"Mister Margera, is there something you'd like to share with the class?" Miss Allistor said slowly. Bam was acutely aware of everyone's eyes on him, and he suddenly found himself flushing red. Ville's hand tightened, but thankfully stopped moving.
"N-No.." Bam was horribly aware of the way his voice stuttered out. He cleared his throat and tried again. "No, Miss. Just talking. Won't happen again."
"That it won't. Or else I'll seperate you and Mr. Valo, if you cannot pay attention." Miss Allistor said, looking at the two boys for a moment, before turning back to the board.
"Shit." Bam said softly, slumping back in his chair. Ville was smirking slighlty, waiting patiently for the class to return to their various acts of mundane boredness. He leaned over to whisper into Bam's ear.
"See? If you don't be quiet she'll move us. And if she moves us, then you won't get anymore of this." He muttered, his hand slowly beginning to move along Bam's cock again. Bam bit into his lip and gripped the tabletop, swallowing heavily and trying to ignore the way his muscles began to tighten. This definately wasn't fair. Being jerked off in the bathroom wasn't so bad, however being jerked off in the middle of class was a completely different matter.
Bam looked over at Ville. Somehow, he was managing to concentrate on his work, and didn't at all look like he had a hand wrapped around Bam's dick. Of course, Bam knew otherwise, but Ville still managed to look completely innocent. It would have been infuriating, if it didn't feel so good.
"I hate you." Bam muttered, feeling his body begin to tremble. He tried to control himself, barely letting a sound out even though he was dying to scream. There was a familiar warmth pooling in his groin, and he closed his eyes, resting his head in his arms. Fuck the class, fuck the teacher, fuck the entire room; he needed to come.
"I know." Ville said, dragging his thumb over the head of Bam's cock. He looked around, before leaning over and murmuring huskily into Bam's ear. "Come for me... you look so hot when you do."
Bam made a choked, whimpering sound, quickly biting down on his arm to stop anything else escaping his lips. All it took was a few more quick strokes from Ville, before pleasure coarsed through his body as he shook and came hard into his hand, eyes clenched shut and teeth sunk firmly into his arm.
He slowly opened his eyes and looked around. Nobody was paying any attention to them, or seemed to have any indication of what had happened. Bam swallowed and looked up at Ville, who was looking rather smug.
"I can see how much you hate me." Ville said, smirking slightly as he removed his hand from Bam's pants. Bam would've glared if he didn't feel so boneless. He looked around the classroom again, watching everyone get up as the end-of-class bell rung. Ville stood up next to him, patting him on the shoulder. "Zip up before you stand up, Bammie."
Bam groaned, and dropped his head onto his arms. He was going to have a long talk to Ville later about appropriate times and places.
But first he was going to go change his pants before his next class.
Title: Dormitory Boys
Author: breakmouth/psychoticpony
Pairing: Ville Valo/Bam Margera. Others.
Rating: PG-13 to NC-17, depending on chapter.
Summary: At the Kiski Private Boys Boarding School, there's a new transfer student. When he shares a dorm room with Bam, however, anything could happen.
Notes: This is an on-going series. Updates will be whenever. violetdollie is possum down the chimney. This is is an AU fic. I love me my highschool Vam. To conjure_lass.
Chapters 1-5
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Physics was difficult, Bam reasoned as he stared at the gibberish written in the workbook in front of him. None of it made sense. They were answering what were apparently “easy questions” while the teacher handed out test and homework results. Bam slouched in his chair, tossling his hair and letting out a frustrated sigh.
“Vil--“ He began, shifting and looking at his roommate.
“No.” Ville cut him off, moving his workbook away from Bam and continuing to write. “You’re never going to pass if you continue to copy my answers.”
Bam shot him a glare, before a paper was laid on his desk. He looked up at the teacher, Miss Allistor, and grimaced as she gave him a stern look. He turned up the corner of the page, enough to see the bright, bold ‘E’ circled in on the paper, before smiling at her apologetically.
“You need to clean up your act, Mr. Margera. I expect more from you.” She said, before handing Ville his paper. Ville turned it up, and Bam caught a glimpse of the ‘B’ written on his. That couldn’t be fair. Ville was foreign and he was still getting better marks.
Bam huffed softly, sinking further into his chair.
“Okay, boys, finish with those questions and look up here.” Miss Allistor said, pointing to the whiteboard upon which more complicated terms and diagrams were written. Bam looked at them; squinted, tilted his head and went cross-eyed. He still couldn’t understand them, so he just settled for staring at the board.
“Quit looking at it like it’s the spawn of Satan.” Ville’s rich voice said near his ear.
“I don’t understand it.” Bam said, rolling his eyes. “Therefore it’s the spawn of Satan.”
“Concentrate.” Ville murmured. Bam yawned, and fell into silence. He leaned his head onto his hand, listening to the teacher’s droning voice as she talked about Phsyics. He felt his brain going fuzzy, and he stifled a yawn, beginning to draw small patterns on the tabletop with his pencil. He glanced over at Ville, rolling his eyes when he noticed his roommate was actually paying attention to what was being said.
"You're actually listening?" Bam muttered under his breath, giving Ville a confused look. "Why?"
"Because, Bam, some of us are actually planning on passing Physics this year." Ville sighed with exasperation. "Unlike you, I have to get good marks or else I'm in shit. I'm an exchange student, my parents won't see the funny side of them blowing several grand so I can fail. I did that back in Finland."
"My marks aren't that bad." Bam said defensively, slumping in his chair. Ville leant over and flipped over his paper, tapping a finger over the circled 'E'.
"Not that bad?" Ville asked. Bam glared at him and snatched his paper away, tucking it behind his book.
"Shut the fuck up. Just because I'm not as fantastic at school as you are, doesn't mean I'm stupid. I'm not stupid, sometimes I just have problems with this shit."
"Bammie," Ville sighed, shifting in his seat to look at Bam. "I never said you were stupid. You're not. You're really smart when you need to be, just the times when you need to be are usually not in school. Your only problem is that you don't understand the basic concepts. If you don't understand the basic concepts, then you're not going to get the more complicated stuff, see? You just need someone to explain the basics to you."
Bam glanced over to the teacher, then back to Ville. He raised an eyebrow slowly and studied the paper in his hand. It was true, really. When he looked at the questions, he didn't understand how to work them out, because he didn't know where to start. It was the same with Maths, too. It was all numbers and letters and formuli and equations in these kinds of subjects. All he saw was a mess of numbers.
"Ville, if you tutor me, we'd only end up getting distracted." He said softly. Ville laughed.
"I'm sure you can show some restraint, right, Bam?" He questioned softly. Bam felt a the burning heat of Ville's hand as it settled on his thigh under the table. He looked over at Ville, who was now innocently facing forwards, his chin resting on his other hand as he watched Miss Allistor talk.
"You are not going to do what I think you're going to do." Bam hissed, giving Ville a pointed look. The only response he got was Ville's hand sliding further up his leg, fingers drumming a tattoo on the inside of his thigh.
Bam leant back, trying to ignore the feeling. There was no way Ville would think about doing this in class. Even if it was under the desk, it was still in class. It would be so easy to get caught; all it would take was one small noise from Bam to be noticed. Ville's hand slid higher and Bam bit into his lip, folding his arms on the desk and letting his head rest in the crook of his elbow. He briefly heard Ville's soft chuckle, before most of the outside world disappeared from his notice. Ville's hand was resting over his cock, just a thin pair of boxers and the cotton school slacks seperating skin from skin. He felt himself grow harder almost immediately, and looked over in time to see Ville's smirk.
"Stop that." He hissed, although his voice hitched when Ville's hand squeezed his cock slightly.
"Why?" Ville asked, his voice low and his eyes still looking forward, for all the world looking like he wasn't doing anything wrong. Except Bam knew he was doing something wrong, because Bam could feel it. He looked down at his textbook, gripped his pencil tightly and tried to ignore the way Ville's fingers were expertly tugging on the zip on his pants.
"We're in class, Ville!" Bam hissed, before biting his lip so a soft whimper didn't escape.
"So? You can be quiet, can't you?" Ville said, glancing briefly at Bam with his eyebrow raised.
"Not with your hand down my pan-- aah!" Bam buried his face against the crook of his elbow, squeezing his eyes shut. Ville's fingers continued thier slow, teasing stroking of Bam's cock.
"Mister Margera, is there something you'd like to share with the class?" Miss Allistor said slowly. Bam was acutely aware of everyone's eyes on him, and he suddenly found himself flushing red. Ville's hand tightened, but thankfully stopped moving.
"N-No.." Bam was horribly aware of the way his voice stuttered out. He cleared his throat and tried again. "No, Miss. Just talking. Won't happen again."
"That it won't. Or else I'll seperate you and Mr. Valo, if you cannot pay attention." Miss Allistor said, looking at the two boys for a moment, before turning back to the board.
"Shit." Bam said softly, slumping back in his chair. Ville was smirking slighlty, waiting patiently for the class to return to their various acts of mundane boredness. He leaned over to whisper into Bam's ear.
"See? If you don't be quiet she'll move us. And if she moves us, then you won't get anymore of this." He muttered, his hand slowly beginning to move along Bam's cock again. Bam bit into his lip and gripped the tabletop, swallowing heavily and trying to ignore the way his muscles began to tighten. This definately wasn't fair. Being jerked off in the bathroom wasn't so bad, however being jerked off in the middle of class was a completely different matter.
Bam looked over at Ville. Somehow, he was managing to concentrate on his work, and didn't at all look like he had a hand wrapped around Bam's dick. Of course, Bam knew otherwise, but Ville still managed to look completely innocent. It would have been infuriating, if it didn't feel so good.
"I hate you." Bam muttered, feeling his body begin to tremble. He tried to control himself, barely letting a sound out even though he was dying to scream. There was a familiar warmth pooling in his groin, and he closed his eyes, resting his head in his arms. Fuck the class, fuck the teacher, fuck the entire room; he needed to come.
"I know." Ville said, dragging his thumb over the head of Bam's cock. He looked around, before leaning over and murmuring huskily into Bam's ear. "Come for me... you look so hot when you do."
Bam made a choked, whimpering sound, quickly biting down on his arm to stop anything else escaping his lips. All it took was a few more quick strokes from Ville, before pleasure coarsed through his body as he shook and came hard into his hand, eyes clenched shut and teeth sunk firmly into his arm.
He slowly opened his eyes and looked around. Nobody was paying any attention to them, or seemed to have any indication of what had happened. Bam swallowed and looked up at Ville, who was looking rather smug.
"I can see how much you hate me." Ville said, smirking slightly as he removed his hand from Bam's pants. Bam would've glared if he didn't feel so boneless. He looked around the classroom again, watching everyone get up as the end-of-class bell rung. Ville stood up next to him, patting him on the shoulder. "Zip up before you stand up, Bammie."
Bam groaned, and dropped his head onto his arms. He was going to have a long talk to Ville later about appropriate times and places.
But first he was going to go change his pants before his next class.