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Kiss Me	By : TaimaMarie Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > HIM Views: 2749 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of HIM. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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The readings came. This was so lame, Bam thought as she slumped down in his seat. He hadn’t even gotten to pick who he wanted to read for! He had the suspicion that DeWitt already knew who he wanted for these roles.

Bam was reading for Romeo, and Ville for Juliet. For some reason, perhaps because he had seen how pretty the boy’s sister could be, Bam thought he might actually do okay. Of course, no boy could ever do well in a woman’s role like this, but Ville probably wouldn’t suck.

The older boy read the cliché scene of Juliet standing, waiting for her Romeo. Wherefore art thou? Strangely enough, his voice was filled with longing and desire, casting an enchantment over the audience.

Bam swallowed. He closed his eyes and let Ville’s voice wash over his. What would Violet’s sound like? Why was he imagining this deep voice coming out of her pretty little mouth?

“You did pretty good.” Bam nudged the tall man
when he came to sit down. The blush that spread on his cheeks was rather fetching. His green eyes, so like Violet’s, seemed to glitter.

“Thanks,” he murmured. He glanced at Bam, those blue eyes looking like they were cooking up mischief. One curly brown strand was on hanging over his forehead. Ville’s fingers longed to reach over and brush it away.

“Do you think we’ve gotten our parts?”

“Probably,” he shrugged.

“I think we’re the only ones good looking enough to pull off the leads.” The younger boy whispered. Ville laughed through his nose. That one hair was driving him crazy.

Was it the hair, or was it just the need to touch Bam? Touch him while he was being Ville and not Violet? He tried to brush the rush of feelings away. Now was not the time. He’d be able to this weekend.

If only the weekend could come faster.

“All right, you all did very well.” DeWitt’s voice broke him out of his thoughts. He jumped and snapped to look like he had been paying attention.
“I will let you know at our next meeting who got what role. And remember, there are no small parts, only small actors!”

“Careful, that saying’s an antique.” One would be joker called out. Everyone groaned and rose up, gathering their bags and books.

“Hey, Ville!” Bam grabbed his elbow before he could walk away.

“Yes?”

“I invited you to watch me and my friends skate. How about today? Or are you busy? Because if you are, that’s totally okay. No pressure or anything. It’d just be awesome if you could.” Bam was sort of aware he was babbling, but he couldn’t seem to stop it.

“I’m not busy.” The tall one cut it with a soft smile. Bam felt himself going warm.

“Great. Follow me.” He scurried away, aware of the quiet boy following him.

**

Ville sat in the grass, hugging his knees to his chest, watching. He smiled shyly at Bam’s friends, shook their hands, and then found this spot to watch. It was perfect. He could see Bam very clearly.

Bam skating, leaping over the homemade obstacles of tin can walls and plywood ramps, held together by prayer and duct tape. He was aware that he was trying his hardest to do this perfectly.

He was usually a perfectionist when it came to came to getting on his board, but today he was pushing himself. Bam told himself it was just because he wanted to impress his girl’s brother; he wanted to earn the respect.

That had to be it.

Ville just sat, watching him, a strange smile playing on the corners of his lips.

“So what did you think?” Bam asked breathlessly as he dropped down next to Ville.

“I think you’re amazing.” He said bluntly. There was half a second of pause, a blink of an eye before he added; “On the skateboard. You did five times better than anyone else. Where did you learn to do it?”

“Practice,” the younger boy shrugged nonchalantly. Secretly, he was pleased. So he had impressed Ville. He stretched out on the bit of grass, laying flat on his back, folding his arms behind his head.

A tingle went down the spine of the older boy. He wanted to lay down next to Bam, curled close into his side, rest his head on his chest. He longed to hear the thumping of his heart in his ear. He wanted to ear Bam’s life, feel it beneath his fingers, his palm. He wanted his kiss the spot on his chest where he could feel his heartbeat. Most of all, he just wanted Bam to know that he loved him.

“Practice,” Ville repeated, more to make himself focus on the conversation than anything else. Bam nodded. Blue eyes locked with green and that tingle went through Ville’s body again.

Oh God. How long was he going to be able to live like this?

“Yeah. It’s hard at first, but if you really want it, you’re willing to put with the broken noses and skinned knees and scraped hands. I could teach you, if you want me to.” He offered.

More time with Bam. Could anything be better? How could he ever say no to that?

“Sure,” he smiled shyly before standing up and brushing off the back of his jeans.

**

Bam curled up on his bed, his hair still damp from his shower. He knew in the morning his pillow case would smell of his shampoo, instead of the sweet detergent that the school used to clean the linens. He usually did everything he could to preserve that scent, loving it so much.

He found it was close to the kind that April used at home to clean his bedding. Though the boy could never, would never admit it, sometimes he got homesick. Bam missed his older brother, his mother, his father. There were days when they were all he could think about.

Of course, those days had faded, missing his family so. When he first came, they happened constantly, but now they were few and far between. On the days they did happen, they came with such an ache that Bam hated waking up.

Tonight though, the skater was exhausted and could not think of any of this. The bed was so warm and inviting; all he could do was lie down and cover himself up with the blanket pulled to his chin.

He closed his eyes and welcomed the visions that he knew were coming to carry him deep into sleep and restfulness. He was eager for these visions, for lately they had been of a lovely girl with green eyes.

Wouldn’t he be surprised tonight?

**

Bam was dreaming. He was standing alone on a stage. The audience was dark, empty, but the footlights were on, almost blinding him with their brilliance. He squinted a bit as he gazed around at the stage.

“Hello?” he called out, his voice echoing and bouncing, filling the auditorium with an eerie feeling of loneliness. No one replied to him, and for reasons that Bam couldn’t understand, that thought was soul crushing.

He dropped down onto the floor, pulling his knees to his chest. It almost felt as though if he made himself smaller, he’d feel better. He’d feel less lonely. And so he tried to form into a small ball.

“Why are you sitting like that?” someone asked warmly. He lifted his head and saw Ville coming from the left side of the stage. He smiled and stood up, instantly grateful for reasons he couldn’t understand.

“I don’t know.” Ville came towards him, and helped unfold him from his cramped position. They stood their one the stage for a few moments, staring one another directly in the eye.
“Your eyes are so---.”

“I know,” the older boy cut him off. He was blushing a little. Bam smiled. He was so cute when he blushed.

“How can you know? Are you a mind reader?” Bam asked playfully. Ville only blushed a bit deeper. Suddenly, he found himself wrapping his arms around the slender waist and resting his head on Ville’s chest.

“What about Violet?”

“What ABOUT Violet?” Bam whispered as he stood on tip toe to reach that delicate mouth. He wanted desperately to taste it.
“What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her, right?”

For some reason, they both broke into laughter. Ville’s laugh sent shivers down Bam’s spine. It was sweetly dorky, and he knew that he wanted more of it. And then silence fell over them, the whole auditorium.

“Bam,” Ville spoke softly, but his voice still echoed. This echo wasn’t so heartbreakingly lonely, it was laced with desire and… and even love. Bam swallowed and tilted his head back.

His arms reached up and wound around the Finn’s neck. He exhaled deeply as Ville dipped his head and pressed his lips firmly against Bam’s. Bam gasped, and of course, the older boy took advantage and slipped his velvet tongue into the warm cavern.

The taste of him was---.

Remarkably similar to that of Bam’s pillow case. He jolted awake and spat, realizing he had a mouthful of cotton. He sighed and sat up, rubbing his forehead. The alarm clicked on then, and Bam reached over to turn it off.

The boy rubbed his forehead. It took him until after he’d thrown his covers off, padded barefoot to his bathroom, and started brushing his teeth that he had been kissing Ville.

Not Violet.

Ville.

“Oh shit,” he murmured.
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