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Don't Close Your Eyes	By : TaimaMarie Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > HIM Views: 3703 -:- 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 rink was completely empty when Bam arrived, skates over his shoulder. He sat in the stands to take off his shoes. A few lights turned on over the ice and he jumped. Ville was standing out on the ice, smiling.

“Hurry up!” he called.

Bam rushed onto the ice; using the skating stance he had been taught. Ville ordered him to do a lap around the ice. Bam was perplexed why, but he obeyed. He would have gone anywhere the boy told him to.

“Well, first off, you’re going to need different skates.” Ville announced when the blue eyed boy was back by his side.
“Those are too heavy for what we’re going to do. You don’t look graceful enough in them. Figure skates are like slippers, not hooves.”

“Hey!” Bam protested.

“Second, don’t bend like that. Stand up straight. There are some things where you’ll need to be bent over, but we won’t be talking about that quite yet. Not at all.” Ville seemed to be talking to himself.

He was moving around Bam, bending him and moving his head around on his neck.

“Ville, will you tell me what this is all about?”

“Hmm,” Ville leaned forward and brushed his thumb over a spot under Bam’s long sleeved t-shirt.
“Let me see,”

The younger boy gulped as he pulled the collar back. The mark had turned purple and black, an angry looking bruise. Ville’s face was tender as he gently leaned forward on his skates and kissed the mark.

“I’m scared I was too rough. Did I hurt you?” he murmured, his cheek against Bam’s. Without thinking, the hockey player reached up to cradle Ville’s head.

“I don’t think you could ever hurt me.” He said thickly.

“Don’t be ridiculous. I’m probably going to hurt you. That’s not an issue anymore.” The pillowy lips of the Finn were against his scruffy cheek.
“The issue is whether or not we’re going to be able to work through it.”

“We will,” Bam kissed his temple. “We will. I’ll do anything.”

“Don’t make me promises you can’t keep.” Ville smirked. “I might have to take you up on that.”

“Ville,” Bam choked out. He was given a kiss on the lips to still him. His skates almost slipped out from under him, and he clutched at the boy next to him.

“You’re are altogether too excitable,”

“I’m sorry?”

“Don’t be. I kinda like it.”

“Oh,” he felt his cheeks going red.

“We’ll need to pick a song.” Ville said, his mind back on business.

“A song?” Bam’s mind was not. He was still thinking about the kiss, about promises that could be made and kept. He was thinking thoughts that probably were better left in his bedroom and not on the ice.

“To skate to. Haven’t you figured it out yet? We’re going to do couples’ skating.”

“Couples’?” he repeated weakly.

“For the competition next month.”

“You mean, everyone is going to see us?” Bam’s head was spinning, and he felt sort of like he was drunk. He was drunk on Finnish accents and a feeling of lips on his face. He was drunk on the smell of ice around him and the feeling of a warm body next to his.

“Yes.” There was a pause. “Is this going to be a problem?”

“Well… I guess…” he was searching for words, for the right words to say.

“Do you want this or not? I’m not going to make you, but I won’t ask you again.” They both knew that the competition wasn’t the only thing that they were talking about here. This was now or never. Bam either owned Ville, took pride in their relationship, or there was none at all.

“I want this,” Bam decided, determined. He was rewarded with a sweet smile and a bone melting kiss. A tongue dove into his mouth, caressed the roof of his mouth before withdrawing.

“Good. Because I don’t know what I would have said if you didn’t.” Ville confessed.

“So teach me.” The younger boy was eager. The Finn chuckled.

“There’s plenty of time. You’re a quick study.” He looked around. They had the whole rink to themselves.

“I want to start right now.”

“Don’t pout. We’re going slow.” He smiled again and gave him another kiss. Chaste this time, delicate.
“Give me your hands.”

Bam’s hands were trembling when he took them. Somehow, he knew it wasn’t the cold. Ville held them tightly and began to slowly skate them in a circle. Soon they were twirling, skating together, their hands clasped tightly.

The world was spinning, and they were spinning with it.

**

“Hayley? Honey, what’s wrong?” Rake was standing on her porch. She had answered wearing her robe and bunny slippers, her hair tied meekly back in a plain ponytail.

She hadn’t even bothered to put her contacts in. A small pair of black framed glasses rested on the bridge of her nose.

“Rake, hi.” She glossed over what he asked and sniffled. She hoped her eyes weren’t too red.
“Come on in,” she stepped back.

The couch was still a nest of pillows and blankets. Empty ice cream cartons and potato chip bags littered the floor. She blushed, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

“Hayley--,” Rake tried again. She sat down and ignored him, trying her best to look cheerful.

“How was your time with Arabella? Did you meet her at the library?”

“You know,” he rubbed the back of his neck. “I went and everything, but I just couldn’t say anything to her.”

“What do you mean?” the smile melted off her face, margarine on a hot griddle. “You said that you wanted to be with her more than anything.”

“I thought I did.”

“Well, what happened?”

“I just couldn’t bring myself to say anything to her, Hayley. I mean, I’ve made her a goddess in my brain. What if she falls short of that? I don’t think I’m going to be able to be with her at all.” He tugged his hair lightly.

“Oh Rake, I’m so sorry.” She said softly. He shrugged it off.

“Tell me why you’ve been crying.” He demanded.

“You were there when Mige gave me back my ring. You ought to know why I’m crying, Rake.” She looked away. Rake put an arm around her and pulled her close to him. She pressed her face into the crook of his neck for a second.
“And now that I’ve ruined both of our lives, I owe you.” She pulled away. Rake tried to pretend that he didn’t care.

But she didn’t pull all the way away from him. She had just pulled her face out of his skin. That wasn’t the same, was it?

“What do you mean?”

“Is there another girl you like?”

“What? N-no!” he stammered.

“Oh come on. I know I ruined it the last time, but you’ve got to give me another chance. You’ve got to believe that I can make things work.”

“There’s no one.” The words fell flatly, and she accepted them.

“What sort of girl are you looking for though?” she asked instead. She wanted to keep him here with her, keep the conversation going. This was different that sitting with Ville.

“I don’t know,”

“Of course you do. Don’t be ridiculous.” She wrinkled her nose. Rake smiled at the sight. He tugged on her ponytail.

“Well, I guess I’m looking for the sort of girl that’s real.”

“Real? What do you mean?” Hayley cocked her head, confused.

“I want a girl that I don’t have to make a goddess to like. I want a girl that’ll like me for me. I want a girl that I’m going to be able to fight with and make up with, and fall in love with.”

“You want a relationship. Not a girlfriend.” She summarized. “Most girls would prance around like your girlfriend, this girl that manipulates you and yells at you and makes you do things. You don’t want that.”

“No,” he agreed.

“I see,” she sounded thoughtful.

“Do you? No one else seems to? Everyone says I’m setting my sights too high for high school.”

“I don’t think so,” Hayley shook her head.

“No?”

“I think you have your standards. That’s all.” She stood up and patted his arm. “Want some coffee?”

“Sure,” he watched her shuffle off. “Are you real?” he whispered.
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