Don't Close Your Eyes | By : TaimaMarie Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > HIM Views: 3703 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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After the jars had been put away, and the counter wiped down, they finally made their way up to his bedroom. Bam shyly flopped down on his bed while Ville shifted his weight from foot to foot.
“What video games do you have?”
“Everything for the X-Box!” it seemed to be all Bam needed to make him come alive. He fairly flew across his room and pulled out every single case he had, letting Ville take his pick.
He finally chose a game that was for two players. It involved wandering around an abandoned town, shooting victims of some sort of nuclear explosion. He was less interested in the plot of the game, and more interested in the chance to sit shoulder to
shoulder with Bam.
The hockey player loaded up the game and sat on the edge of his bed. Ville sat next to him, the heat of his thighs mingling with Bam’s heat. They began the game.
Ville found himself distracted by the way the other boy looked when he concentrated on something. His tongue just barely peeked out of the corner of his mouth. He bounced on the bed and titled his body this way and that has he controlled his man on the screen.
He practically rolled into Ville’s lap. There was something of stiffening in his jeans, and Ville willed it to go soft again. There was no way that Bam was gay, and there was no way he wanted to sit here hard.
Especially through dinner. Dinner was going to be torture if he didn’t figure something out pretty quick. He quickly crossed his legs. Bam didn’t seem to notice, engrossed as he was in the game.
Ville died fairly quickly and begged off another round, asking instead if they could watch a movie. The younger boy eagerly agreed. He graciously offered his guest the chance to pick.
The figure skater knelt by the stacks of DVDs, thoughtfully chewing on his lower lip. Bam couldn’t help but notice the way that light pink tongue lapped out when he sucked that lip in. He couldn’t help but see the way the lower lip swelled prettily.
What would those lips feel like wrapped around his---?
“Found on!” the Finnish boy interrupted his train of thought. He triumphantly held up a familiar movie.
“Ah, 28 Days Later. Good choice,” Bam nodded approvingly. He send his dick a mental message to calm down, nothing was going to happen today as he stiffly walked over to the television and set up the player.
They settled back against Bam’s headboard, shoulder to shoulder.
“Have you ever watched this before?”
“No,” Ville shook his head. “Is it good?”
“Um, you’re not like, scared of zombies or anything, are you?”
“A little bit.” Ville admitted. An evil plan was beginning to form in Bam’s brain. He tried not to let his smirk show.
“Oh,”
“Why?”
“No reason,” he sang. The other boy eyed him and then shrugged, willing to get lost in the movie.
As soon as the first zombie came on screen, the green eyed boy jumped. He did the first thing that came naturally to him. He buried his face in Bam’s neck. There was no way the hockey player could hide his grin now.
He snaked his arms around the slender waist and held on tightly.
“It’s just a movie.”
“Just a movie!” the older boy squeaked. “Those are zombies! People eating zombies.”
“There’s another kind?”
“Shut up, just shut up.” Ville growled. It’s very hard to be intimidating when your face is pressed into someone’s neck and you’re trembling. Bam just chuckled and rubbed his friend’s back.
Wild horses would never drag out of him how comfortable this was. Ville seemed to fit so snugly, so perfectly in his arms. He wanted to nuzzle into the dark brown hair, to smell that was so spicy and exotic.
He wondered if it was the shampoo or the fabric softener that Ville used. All he really knew for sure was that he liked it. He could feel a heartbeat against his own, and the feeling of skin so sweetly against his own was almost enough to make him swoon again.
The movie was over before either of them wanted it to be. As afraid as he was, Ville had to confess that he liked the feeling of being in Bam’s arms like this. He liked how safe it felt.
The credits rolled and he only burrowed his face further into the younger boy’s neck. He as enjoying the scent of his aftershave. The felt long fingers tangling in his hair, felt the tips of those fingers stroking his scalp.
“Hey,”
“Mmmph,” he muttered.
“The movie’s over.”
“You’re saying this like I’m supposed to care.”
“Do you want me to put another one in?” even as he said it, Bam was settling down better on the bed, in a more comfortable position. Neither one of them really wanted to go anywhere for awhile.
“No. I want you to stay where you are.”
“Okay,” Bam said softly. They sat, neither one much caring how much time was passing. Ville pulled his head back just a little bit.
“Hey,”
“Yeah?”
Taking a deep breath, he pulled Bam’s head down and pulled himself up. Just enough to let their lips touch together in what was probably the sweetest kiss he’d ever had.
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