Picture Challenge: Editing Down
Title: Editing Down
Pairing: VAM.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Despite all his hard work and effort, Bam was unable to save the footage that he got of HIM performing in Pennsylvania for his film Haggard. This is why…
Disclaimer: I do not own Bam and Ville and this never happened. I’m not making any money from this.
Warnings: Smut.
Author’s Notes: None.
Editing Down
Editing was as close to a nine to five job that Bam ever got. Of course, his hell of a nine to five stint of being chained to a desk is a lot different than ours. His nine to five is more like two in the afternoon until six in the morning. He gets so lost in his work, so obsessed and so determined for perfection, that it seems that nothing can break his concentration. After all, Bam’s been known to take a piss in an empty water bottle so he doesn’t have to leave his station.
Thing of it is, there’s dedication…and then there’s dedication.
Bam had been locked up for twenty four hours in that little editing room of his with a certain Finnish bastard pacing around his house. It was strange for Ville to be under that roof. Every time he went to get a cup of coffee, Ape was making a fresh pot. Every time he stepped out for a smoke, Dunn was already out there with a lighter in hand. No one questioned his presence in the home, but thing of it was, there was nowhere to be alone. It seemed that Bam was the only one who had that luxury.
At two in the morning, when Ville was starting to get tired, he decided to put an end to Bam’s solitude. He barged into the editing without knocking, which was always a bad idea.
But that’s just it…Bam wasn’t editing. He was jerking off to the footage of HIM playing Rebel Yell. He had flown the whole band out to get live performance shots for his independent movie that was never destined to see the big screen. Just flying the band to Pennsylvania was more than half of Bam’s budget for the film.
“I always did say you were a wanker.”
Ville kept walking closer though, even as Bam tried to cover up.
“Dude, don’t you knock where you come from? Thought you Europeans were supposed to be polite, or some shit.”
Ville stood behind Bam in his little office chair and ran his fingers through the curls that felt just a little damp with the grease. Perhaps it was disgusting, but Ville wasn’t turned off by the filth at all. It was Bam at his best.
“Hmm…Europeans? Polite? I find that to be a blatant generalization.”
He hummed as he watched himself perform. He never liked seeing footage. It felt alright performing, but when he saw himself all dressed up with a top hat to boot, strutting and swaying on a stage, he had to admit he looked like a cunt. He always wanted to be Iggy Pop, but in Bam’s video he looked more like Tom Jones with a little ‘Like A Virgin’ Madonna thrown in. He couldn’t stand it. If it were up to Ville, the footage would never see the light of day.
“You’re not actually going to use this, are you?”
Ville was in his face, leaning down so he could look at him. Bam was still hard, after all, it wasn’t like he was given time to finish. It was hard to carry on a casual conversation when all he wanted to do was hit playback and see that shot of the microphone stand between Ville’s legs.
“You fucking kidding me? This is going to be the best part of the movie. ‘Course I’m using it.”
He said it like it was obvious, like Ville should have known that he was going to be the center of the entire movie. Bam didn’t name the main character that he played Valo for nothing. At the core of things, Bam made the movie for himself. It was the one time in his life that he got to be Ville Valo. Even if he had to compromise the integrity of the film and get the girl at the end instead of falling in love with the rock star, well, he was alright with that. They still had the shots of the Haggard boys at the concert. Fandom was better than nothing, wasn’t it?
But that’s just it, Bam didn’t understand Ville yet. Ville didn’t want to be adored, he didn’t want to be idolized, he wanted to be a real man. He wanted to be counted on, supported, maybe even loved.
Without warning, Ville stepped in front of Bam to sit on the edge of the computer table. He knew that even though Bam could look around him to stare at the dueling computer screens, he wouldn’t. He was convinced that when he was in a room, Bam could look at nothing else.
“I’d like to make a deal with you, Bam.”
“You ain’t Monty Hall, and this ain’t no game show, Ville. Get out of my way.”
Ville shook his head and slid forward, crawling on top of Bam’s lap. If the chair was known to support Phil, it would surely support the both of them, right?
“If you make this footage of me looking like some washed up Vegas show pony disappear, I’ll give you what you’ve always wanted.”
Bam was shaking already. He brought his hands down to the rock star’s ass to support him, but he was shocked at how right it felt. It was almost easier holding Ville than it was Jenn or any bitch that came before her.
“Not that I’m actually thinking of ditching this perfectly good footage, that’s filmed on thirty-five instead of digital, I might add…”
He leaned back in the chair so he could look up at Ville, as if trying to figure out what he was thinking about.
“What are you going to give me?”
Ville smirked, mostly because he knew he won. Bam’s hands were already all over him without prompt. If Bam’s feelings had been part of his imagination before, they were solidified in the moment.
“I’ll give you me.”
Bam shook and blinked, but Ville only laughed at him before he brought his hand back to those damp curls.
“Don’t act so surprised, Bam. It’s not like you hide it. It’s…it’s flattering, really.”
All Bam wanted to do was push. He didn’t want a mercy fuck, he wanted…well, he didn’t know what he wanted.
“Don’t want you to be flattered, asshole.”
He shoved at Ville’s chest, but he was holding on too tight to go anywhere.
“Fuck, I’m going to have to give you the preview, aren’t I?”
Ville sighed before he stood up. The perk was, it was clear that Bam would eventually submit, because as he pulled back, Bam gripped his ass tighter. Still, Ville knew how to move his body, and no rough neck from Western Pennsylvania was going to get the luxury of holding him down, not without saying please.
He stood up, and what seemed like it was in slow motion for Bam, was actually a record breaking strip show for Ville. He stood in front of Bam like some sort of blessed saint, illuminated from behind by the computer monitors.
“Feel like agreeing yet, Bam?”
Bam only shook his head, but Ville crawled into his lap anyway. Bam’s pants were still mostly open from his previous wank, and Ville knew he was already hard.
“Not a chance,” he whispered, though he wasn’t entirely sure if he was telling the truth or not.
“Hmm…give me time.”
It happened slow. All Ville did was lean in an inch and Bam took his usual mile. He kissed Ville like he had offered it, and maybe he had, but there was the illusion of reluctance there. Ville kissed him back of course, slower and cleaner than Bam’s sloppy and aggressive kisses, but together they found a balance. Before Bam could even realize what Ville was doing, Ville started prepping himself on Bam’s lap. Later the skater would kick himself for missing out on that sight.
“How are you feeling now, Bam?”
Ville was three fingers deep with his hips rocking slowly into Bam’s. Each time he did, Bam’s fingers would tense against his rib cage.
“Good. So fucking good…”
Ville kissed Bam one more time, but it was a tease. He was pulling away the moment that Bam tried to take it deeper.
“Is this footage a memory yet?”
Bam was put in the situation where he either had to compromise his art or his sex drive. Bam loved the movie he made, but fuck it, when was he ever going to get this opportunity again? Even if it was only one night, it was worth it. He would have washed Haggard down the sink in its entirety to get Ville in the right position.
“Gone. It’s gone, alright. Just…”
He was about to beg for it. Ville had never heard Bam beg before, and although he was intrigued, he didn’t really want to make Bam bend and beg on the same evening, at least not so early in their relationship. Without warning Bam, and without asking if that’s what he really wanted, Ville climbed up as much as he could in the impossible chair and pressed Bam’s tip against his opening.
“Just take it…take it when you want it.”
The hands on Ville’s rib cage slipped down to razor hips, and before Ville even got the words ‘want it’ out, Bam was tugging down. Without decency or a concept of timing, he took it.
“Fuck.”
The same curse slipped out of two sets of lips like a prayer. After that, they moved like two animals who have mated for life. Ville tugged on Bam’s hair and Bam’s hands slipped over Ville’s hips. Ville’s lips connected with Bam’s neck and Bam’s teeth dug into Ville’s shoulder.
It was frantic, sometimes ugly, but it felt so fucking good. It wasn’t long before Bam cried out and grasped Ville’s hips hard enough to shock him out of his bliss.
“Fuck…slower. Slower. I don’t want…I don’t…”
His frantic words were like candy to Ville’s ears. He slipped his cheek next to Bam’s and bore down hard.
“Shh…you’ll have it again. Now have me.”
It ended soon after that. It ended with Bam thrusting up hard and Ville arching his back. It ended with Ville spilling over Bam’s already stained white tank top and Bam releasing inside Ville. For once, Ville didn’t feel like working himself through the aftershocks. It was too hard of a position, too emotional, and too exhausting. He collapsed against Bam’s body when his thighs felt like jelly.
“Mmm…”
Shockingly enough, Bam spoke first, or rather moaned. Ville agreed with the sentiment by kissing his neck.
“Was it worth it?”
That was a heavy question. He could have been asking about a variety of different things. Was it worth losing the footage? Was it worth changing their relationship? Was it worth losing him?
“I don’t know…”
It was too honest, and it shook Ville to his core. He kissed Bam on his forehead and tried to settle his heart.
“I’ll help you figure it out.”
After Ville got up, he looked and saw the film canister on the table. He didn’t even know if it was the right film, but he took his chances. He exposed it to the light and ruined it.
“You mother-fucker!”
Bam yelled, but Ville only laughed. He knew if he destroyed the entire Haggard film, Bam would have said more than ‘you mother-fucker.’
“What’s wrong, Bam? You weren’t going to hold up your end of the deal?”
There was pure fire in Bam’s eyes, but that had something to do with the fact that Ville was right. Bam would have lied and cheated his way into using that footage.
“No, but…”
He didn’t say anything after that, just zipped his pants up while Ville stood there gloriously naked and flushed.
“Exactly. I’m off to bed. Have fun editing.”
Ville got dressed slow, and even though Bam sat with his head in his hands in that same chair they fucked in, he never made a sound of protest. Ville came up behind him and pressed a kiss to the nape of his neck.
“Come to me when you’re done. I think we have a little unfinished business.”
He massaged Bam’s sore shoulders for a moment before he slipped out. That night he had one cigarette in the privacy of Bam’s backyard before he went up to bed to sleep.
Bam…well, he didn’t have the luxury of sleep. He stayed up all night trying to figure out some way to put HIM in his film without using the damaged footage that he spent thousands on. In the end, it all came down to the soundtrack.
He wasn’t done, not by a long shot, but Bam was starting to see double even without the two monitors. He rubbed his face and leaned back in the chair.
Still, there was something bothering him. He clicked back to the performance of Rebel Yell, the only song that they had time to convert from film to digital. Bam watched it three times, smiling at Ville and the way they interacted onstage.
“Rules are meant to be broken,” he whispered, as he logged onto the internet. Without thinking about the consequences, he uploaded the video online. If Ville ever asked, he planned on pointing out that the footage didn’t actually make the film.
That night, Bam took a quick shower only to go back to the guest room. They had unfinished business to make up for. Plus, Bam decided to have a little fun. He wanted to see what Ville would do to keep the precious surveillance footage of the editing room off the internet.
“How much would you give to avoid being the gay Tommy Lee?”
It rolled so well off the tongue that it didn’t matter that the tape didn’t exist. Bam was going to try for it anyway.
The End
Pairing: VAM.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Despite all his hard work and effort, Bam was unable to save the footage that he got of HIM performing in Pennsylvania for his film Haggard. This is why…
Disclaimer: I do not own Bam and Ville and this never happened. I’m not making any money from this.
Warnings: Smut.
Author’s Notes: None.
Editing Down
Editing was as close to a nine to five job that Bam ever got. Of course, his hell of a nine to five stint of being chained to a desk is a lot different than ours. His nine to five is more like two in the afternoon until six in the morning. He gets so lost in his work, so obsessed and so determined for perfection, that it seems that nothing can break his concentration. After all, Bam’s been known to take a piss in an empty water bottle so he doesn’t have to leave his station.
Thing of it is, there’s dedication…and then there’s dedication.
Bam had been locked up for twenty four hours in that little editing room of his with a certain Finnish bastard pacing around his house. It was strange for Ville to be under that roof. Every time he went to get a cup of coffee, Ape was making a fresh pot. Every time he stepped out for a smoke, Dunn was already out there with a lighter in hand. No one questioned his presence in the home, but thing of it was, there was nowhere to be alone. It seemed that Bam was the only one who had that luxury.
At two in the morning, when Ville was starting to get tired, he decided to put an end to Bam’s solitude. He barged into the editing without knocking, which was always a bad idea.
But that’s just it…Bam wasn’t editing. He was jerking off to the footage of HIM playing Rebel Yell. He had flown the whole band out to get live performance shots for his independent movie that was never destined to see the big screen. Just flying the band to Pennsylvania was more than half of Bam’s budget for the film.
“I always did say you were a wanker.”
Ville kept walking closer though, even as Bam tried to cover up.
“Dude, don’t you knock where you come from? Thought you Europeans were supposed to be polite, or some shit.”
Ville stood behind Bam in his little office chair and ran his fingers through the curls that felt just a little damp with the grease. Perhaps it was disgusting, but Ville wasn’t turned off by the filth at all. It was Bam at his best.
“Hmm…Europeans? Polite? I find that to be a blatant generalization.”
He hummed as he watched himself perform. He never liked seeing footage. It felt alright performing, but when he saw himself all dressed up with a top hat to boot, strutting and swaying on a stage, he had to admit he looked like a cunt. He always wanted to be Iggy Pop, but in Bam’s video he looked more like Tom Jones with a little ‘Like A Virgin’ Madonna thrown in. He couldn’t stand it. If it were up to Ville, the footage would never see the light of day.
“You’re not actually going to use this, are you?”
Ville was in his face, leaning down so he could look at him. Bam was still hard, after all, it wasn’t like he was given time to finish. It was hard to carry on a casual conversation when all he wanted to do was hit playback and see that shot of the microphone stand between Ville’s legs.
“You fucking kidding me? This is going to be the best part of the movie. ‘Course I’m using it.”
He said it like it was obvious, like Ville should have known that he was going to be the center of the entire movie. Bam didn’t name the main character that he played Valo for nothing. At the core of things, Bam made the movie for himself. It was the one time in his life that he got to be Ville Valo. Even if he had to compromise the integrity of the film and get the girl at the end instead of falling in love with the rock star, well, he was alright with that. They still had the shots of the Haggard boys at the concert. Fandom was better than nothing, wasn’t it?
But that’s just it, Bam didn’t understand Ville yet. Ville didn’t want to be adored, he didn’t want to be idolized, he wanted to be a real man. He wanted to be counted on, supported, maybe even loved.
Without warning, Ville stepped in front of Bam to sit on the edge of the computer table. He knew that even though Bam could look around him to stare at the dueling computer screens, he wouldn’t. He was convinced that when he was in a room, Bam could look at nothing else.
“I’d like to make a deal with you, Bam.”
“You ain’t Monty Hall, and this ain’t no game show, Ville. Get out of my way.”
Ville shook his head and slid forward, crawling on top of Bam’s lap. If the chair was known to support Phil, it would surely support the both of them, right?
“If you make this footage of me looking like some washed up Vegas show pony disappear, I’ll give you what you’ve always wanted.”
Bam was shaking already. He brought his hands down to the rock star’s ass to support him, but he was shocked at how right it felt. It was almost easier holding Ville than it was Jenn or any bitch that came before her.
“Not that I’m actually thinking of ditching this perfectly good footage, that’s filmed on thirty-five instead of digital, I might add…”
He leaned back in the chair so he could look up at Ville, as if trying to figure out what he was thinking about.
“What are you going to give me?”
Ville smirked, mostly because he knew he won. Bam’s hands were already all over him without prompt. If Bam’s feelings had been part of his imagination before, they were solidified in the moment.
“I’ll give you me.”
Bam shook and blinked, but Ville only laughed at him before he brought his hand back to those damp curls.
“Don’t act so surprised, Bam. It’s not like you hide it. It’s…it’s flattering, really.”
All Bam wanted to do was push. He didn’t want a mercy fuck, he wanted…well, he didn’t know what he wanted.
“Don’t want you to be flattered, asshole.”
He shoved at Ville’s chest, but he was holding on too tight to go anywhere.
“Fuck, I’m going to have to give you the preview, aren’t I?”
Ville sighed before he stood up. The perk was, it was clear that Bam would eventually submit, because as he pulled back, Bam gripped his ass tighter. Still, Ville knew how to move his body, and no rough neck from Western Pennsylvania was going to get the luxury of holding him down, not without saying please.
He stood up, and what seemed like it was in slow motion for Bam, was actually a record breaking strip show for Ville. He stood in front of Bam like some sort of blessed saint, illuminated from behind by the computer monitors.
“Feel like agreeing yet, Bam?”
Bam only shook his head, but Ville crawled into his lap anyway. Bam’s pants were still mostly open from his previous wank, and Ville knew he was already hard.
“Not a chance,” he whispered, though he wasn’t entirely sure if he was telling the truth or not.
“Hmm…give me time.”
It happened slow. All Ville did was lean in an inch and Bam took his usual mile. He kissed Ville like he had offered it, and maybe he had, but there was the illusion of reluctance there. Ville kissed him back of course, slower and cleaner than Bam’s sloppy and aggressive kisses, but together they found a balance. Before Bam could even realize what Ville was doing, Ville started prepping himself on Bam’s lap. Later the skater would kick himself for missing out on that sight.
“How are you feeling now, Bam?”
Ville was three fingers deep with his hips rocking slowly into Bam’s. Each time he did, Bam’s fingers would tense against his rib cage.
“Good. So fucking good…”
Ville kissed Bam one more time, but it was a tease. He was pulling away the moment that Bam tried to take it deeper.
“Is this footage a memory yet?”
Bam was put in the situation where he either had to compromise his art or his sex drive. Bam loved the movie he made, but fuck it, when was he ever going to get this opportunity again? Even if it was only one night, it was worth it. He would have washed Haggard down the sink in its entirety to get Ville in the right position.
“Gone. It’s gone, alright. Just…”
He was about to beg for it. Ville had never heard Bam beg before, and although he was intrigued, he didn’t really want to make Bam bend and beg on the same evening, at least not so early in their relationship. Without warning Bam, and without asking if that’s what he really wanted, Ville climbed up as much as he could in the impossible chair and pressed Bam’s tip against his opening.
“Just take it…take it when you want it.”
The hands on Ville’s rib cage slipped down to razor hips, and before Ville even got the words ‘want it’ out, Bam was tugging down. Without decency or a concept of timing, he took it.
“Fuck.”
The same curse slipped out of two sets of lips like a prayer. After that, they moved like two animals who have mated for life. Ville tugged on Bam’s hair and Bam’s hands slipped over Ville’s hips. Ville’s lips connected with Bam’s neck and Bam’s teeth dug into Ville’s shoulder.
It was frantic, sometimes ugly, but it felt so fucking good. It wasn’t long before Bam cried out and grasped Ville’s hips hard enough to shock him out of his bliss.
“Fuck…slower. Slower. I don’t want…I don’t…”
His frantic words were like candy to Ville’s ears. He slipped his cheek next to Bam’s and bore down hard.
“Shh…you’ll have it again. Now have me.”
It ended soon after that. It ended with Bam thrusting up hard and Ville arching his back. It ended with Ville spilling over Bam’s already stained white tank top and Bam releasing inside Ville. For once, Ville didn’t feel like working himself through the aftershocks. It was too hard of a position, too emotional, and too exhausting. He collapsed against Bam’s body when his thighs felt like jelly.
“Mmm…”
Shockingly enough, Bam spoke first, or rather moaned. Ville agreed with the sentiment by kissing his neck.
“Was it worth it?”
That was a heavy question. He could have been asking about a variety of different things. Was it worth losing the footage? Was it worth changing their relationship? Was it worth losing him?
“I don’t know…”
It was too honest, and it shook Ville to his core. He kissed Bam on his forehead and tried to settle his heart.
“I’ll help you figure it out.”
After Ville got up, he looked and saw the film canister on the table. He didn’t even know if it was the right film, but he took his chances. He exposed it to the light and ruined it.
“You mother-fucker!”
Bam yelled, but Ville only laughed. He knew if he destroyed the entire Haggard film, Bam would have said more than ‘you mother-fucker.’
“What’s wrong, Bam? You weren’t going to hold up your end of the deal?”
There was pure fire in Bam’s eyes, but that had something to do with the fact that Ville was right. Bam would have lied and cheated his way into using that footage.
“No, but…”
He didn’t say anything after that, just zipped his pants up while Ville stood there gloriously naked and flushed.
“Exactly. I’m off to bed. Have fun editing.”
Ville got dressed slow, and even though Bam sat with his head in his hands in that same chair they fucked in, he never made a sound of protest. Ville came up behind him and pressed a kiss to the nape of his neck.
“Come to me when you’re done. I think we have a little unfinished business.”
He massaged Bam’s sore shoulders for a moment before he slipped out. That night he had one cigarette in the privacy of Bam’s backyard before he went up to bed to sleep.
Bam…well, he didn’t have the luxury of sleep. He stayed up all night trying to figure out some way to put HIM in his film without using the damaged footage that he spent thousands on. In the end, it all came down to the soundtrack.
He wasn’t done, not by a long shot, but Bam was starting to see double even without the two monitors. He rubbed his face and leaned back in the chair.
Still, there was something bothering him. He clicked back to the performance of Rebel Yell, the only song that they had time to convert from film to digital. Bam watched it three times, smiling at Ville and the way they interacted onstage.
“Rules are meant to be broken,” he whispered, as he logged onto the internet. Without thinking about the consequences, he uploaded the video online. If Ville ever asked, he planned on pointing out that the footage didn’t actually make the film.
That night, Bam took a quick shower only to go back to the guest room. They had unfinished business to make up for. Plus, Bam decided to have a little fun. He wanted to see what Ville would do to keep the precious surveillance footage of the editing room off the internet.
“How much would you give to avoid being the gay Tommy Lee?”
It rolled so well off the tongue that it didn’t matter that the tape didn’t exist. Bam was going to try for it anyway.
The End