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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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They spent the rest of the week at lunch working on their routine. Or rather, Ville explained the routine. Whenever he wanted to illustrate a point, or show Bam a move he didn’t know, he’d take some carrots and use them like legs to show things.

It was rather cute, actually.

All Bam could think about was Friday. He glared at the clock in his classes, daring it to go any slower. Thursday night he cleaned his room, spic and span. April was surprised when he asked for the vacuum and even helped him get all the dust bunnies out from under the bed.

“What’s the occasion? You usually wait until you need a haz mat suit until you admit that it needs to be cleaned.” She asked as Bam laid clean sheets on the bed.

“Ville’s staying over tomorrow, remember?”

“Oh,” her voice changed in a way he couldn’t pin point. “How could I forget?” she walked over to him, kissed his forehead.
“I love you, Bam.”

“Ape,” he fussed, giving her a look. “What was that about?”

“Sometimes I just thought I’d remind you, that’s all.” She lugged the vacuum out. Phil took it down the stairs for her.

“He cleaned his own room, huh?”

“Mmm,” April sat down on the couch. Her husband sat next to her. “It’s that boy, Ville.”

“He’s not gay.” Phil blinked.

“Oh, he is, he is.” April assured him. “He always was.”

“How do you KNOW?” Phil demanded.

“I’m his mother. I know things about him he hasn’t even thought about yet. I will say it took me a little while to figure it out. He dated girls and things, but… I guess I just hoped that life would be easier for him.” She sighed.

“You think it’s hard to be gay?”

“I think it’s hard to be anything unusual in life. Gay especially. I never wanted his life or Jesse’s life to have to be hard.” She looked thoughtful for a moment. “I think it would be
harder for him if he wasn’t gay, though.”

“Why?” Phil took a drink from his cup and offered it to his wife. She smiled her thanks. How was it, Phil wondered, that after all these years she could still make him feel warm inside with just one look? What was it about her?

“Because Bam has never been able to not get what he wants. You know that, Ville. And you know how hard it is for him to not be who his is. I could never ask him; never want him, to hide what he is. That would hurt him too bad.” She decided. Phil looked at her and kissed her on the mouth.

“You’re such a good mother.”

“Oh, stop,” she blushed. “Are you worried about it?”

“The gay think?” he paused. “Not really. All I want for him, April, is to find someone that he loves half as much as I love you. All I want is for him to find someone who makes him as happy as you make me.”

“Phil,” her voice went soft. She moved across the couch to wrap her arms around him. Phil snuggled his wife.

“We just won’t worry about it. We’ll support him and be there for him. That’s all.”

“Of course you’re right.”

The man beamed. It wasn’t often that his wife said that.

**

Friday afternoon finally came. Ville sat next to him on the bus. Bam’s heart thudded in his chest. The Finnish boy was watching out the window thoughtfully. Bam was watching his reflection in the glass.

Gathering up his courage, he reached out and subtly covered the older boy’s hand with his. Ville jumped, and then turned to him with a smile. Just as subtly, he laced his slender fingers through Bam’s rough ones.

As he turned back to the window, Bam felt his heart jump into his mouth. This was entirely too wonderful.

When they got to his stop, they released hands, gathered their things and trekked into the house. April had a smile for them and a plate of sandwiches. Ville grinned at her and softly thanked her.

“You’re welcome, honey. Now, Phil and I are going out tonight, and we’ll be very late. Would you boys like to order some pizza or Chinese?”

“Chinese?” Bam glanced at his friend, who nodded shyly.

“I’ll leave the money on the fridge.” She kissed her son on the top of his head. “I have a few things to do before I get read.” She hesitated at her son’s friend and then dropped a kiss on the top of his head as well.
“Be good.”

“She’s really nice.” Ville watched her go.

“Yeah, she is.” Bam agreed. He finished his milk and waited until Ville finished his before taking them both to the sink.
“Want to go up to my room?”

“Yes,”

They trooped up the stairs, laughing and joking. Once in, Ville took in how clean it was. He smiled to himself. Maybe this had been done for him. But he didn’t dare ask out loud. More likely April had gotten tired of it and cleaned it for him.

“Movie?” Bam gestured to the DVDs. Ville picked out one. He would find the one weird one in the whole collection, wouldn’t he? Bam thought as Ville up Anastasia. Still, he didn’t argue as he slipped the disk into the player.

Bam leaned back against his headboard. Wordlessly, the Finnish boy snuggled up to him, slipping the hockey player’s arm around his back. His cheek rested against Bam’s chest and he sighed with contentment.

“Comfortable?” Bam chuckled. Ville nodded, smiling. He allowed himself to get lost in the movie. He allowed himself to get lost in the pretty singing girl, in the talking bat, in the evil Rasputin.

The hockey player only half paid attention. Instead, he was concentrating on Ville’s warmth against him. This was comfortable. He had the sleeping bag in his closet. He was going to offer his friend the bed, graciously take the floor.

But he didn’t want to.

He wanted them both in the bed. He wanted to snuggle close like this all night long. He wanted to hog all the warmth and softness that was Ville.

Just as the movie was ending, April stuck her head in. She was wearing a cute black dress and her pearl necklace and earrings.

“We’re leaving boys. Money is on the fridge.”

“You look nice.” The guest told her sleepily. She smiled.

“Thanks. Be good and have fun.” Bam nodded to his mother and waited until he heard the door close.

He sucked in his breath and shook lightly at his friend. Ville looked up expectantly. Bam bent down and kissed him. When the Finn’s mouth opened, he allowed his tongue to slip inside the warm cavern.
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