Don't Close Your Eyes

Oh. This was nice, Bam thought as he parted his lips. The Finn’s tongue found its way into that mouth and seemed to be counting his teeth.

Shyly, he let his own tongue touch the velvet one in his mouth. Ville groaned and squirmed in his arms. It seemed like he was trying to get the both of them to lie down. Bam resisted.

“Don’t…” he said when he broke off the kiss.

“Okay. I won’t push you.” Ville promised. He tangled his fingers in Bam’s hair while the other boy willed his heart beat to slow down.
“Calm down.”

“I—I’m trying.” He licked his lips and looked like he was about to go in for another kiss when his mother’s shout made them jump.

“DINNER’S READY, GUYS!”

“Greeeeat,” Ville sang.

“Rad,” Bam rolled his eyes. He untangled himself and went to the door. “Are you coming?”

“Give me a second.” The boy asked. Bam nodded before stepping out of the room. Ville buried his face his hands and tried to remember to breathe for a few seconds. He tried to calm his raging hormones.

It simply wouldn’t do to jump the other boy across the dinner table. Ville was quite sure his parents would have something to say about that. And he doubted it would be tips on how to make their son moan.

When he thought he had himself under control, he pulled himself out of bed and dragged out of the room to join Bam in the hall.

**

They trudged down the stairs to sit at the dining room table. Tonight April had made steak. She dished this up with mashed potatoes and gravy. She didn’t seem to notice that her son was sitting with his legs crossed.

The parents made small talk about school and figure skating and Ville’s parents. The Finn only half heard the questions and his own responses.

All he could think about was that kiss. That one perfect kiss. It had tasted like nothing he’d ever had before, but he wanted more. Could it be that he was already addicted?

He found himself staring at the younger boy across the table. Bam kept licking his lips, like he was trying to capture a taste, a feeling again. It made Ville’s pants grow tight all over again.

“I think I should be getting home.” He said as soon as the dishes were cleared. Bam tried not to let his face show how disappointed he really was.

“Are you sure? Maybe he could spend the night?” he looked at his parents. April immediately nodded.

“It’s awfully dark to be walking home, Ville.”

“I’ll be fine. I could call Hayley to come get me.”

“I could walk you home.” Bam offered. April and Phil exchanged a look before the woman told her son to make sure he zipped up his coat.

They waited for the boys to walk out of the house and close the door before they began speaking.

“You won that bet.” Phil sounded disappointed.

“A mother knows her son.” She shrugged. She held out her hand for Phil to count out three twenties.

“How did you know it was going to be Ville?”

“Something about they way they look at each other. It reminds me of the way you looked at me when we first met.” April looked nostalgic. Phil reached across the table and squeezed her hand.

“The way I still look at you.” He corrected. The woman blushed.

“Besides, Ville is a wonderful boy.”

“Yes, he is.” Phil agreed.

***

“This is it.” Ville waved his hand to a house about ten blocks away. Bam stared at him.

“Thank you for tonight.” He said shyly.

“You’re welcome.” On a sudden whim he spoke. “Come see me skate tomorrow.”

“At the ice rink?” Bam was uncomfortable. He hadn’t been back there since the accident.

“Yes. Please?”

“Okay,” he said softly. “If you want me to.”

“I do,” Ville pressed his thumb against Bam’s lower lip. Bravely, the boy licked it. Ville withdrew his hand.
“Until tomorrow then. Meet me there at ten?”

“Okay,” he whispered. He turned and walked away, not
wanting to see the other boy go into his house.