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Not such a bad idea!	By : KarinVAM Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > HIM Views: 4759 -:- 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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Ville sat in the small cabin that was suppose to be his bedroom on the large, but still narrow tour bus. Legs crossed, sitting Indian style, clad in black, tight clothes and with waves in his half long, dark hair. A notebook lay opened in front of him and he was chewing on the pen that rested between his pink, slightly glossed lips.

He signed and glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand. Then back to the half filled page in the notebook.

With a groan he suddenly grabbed the pen violently from between his teeth and threw it at the closed door, just to see it splash into pieces and fall on the light carpet. Leaving a blue ink stain on it as it hit the floor.

“Now I don’t even have a pen to write with.” He whined, and already started to feel guilty about the stain. The writer’s block he was experiencing right now was so frustrating, and he just couldn’t seem to get over it. He had half of the song. What was the fucking problem?

“I need a smoke.” He mumbled, grabbing his cigarettes and walking out of his room en to the exit of the bus. A wave of his hand made it clear he didn’t want to be disturbed or followed when he passed his other band members. Not that they were in the mood for doing such a thing. After hearing him curse, yell and throw stuff against the walls in his room, they knew it was better to just leave him alone.

Ville took a deep breath when the cool air hit his face, and he felt himself calming down within seconds. As he lit his first cigarette and inhaled the smoke that washed away his little anger attack, his hand reached into his pocket for his cell phone. He needed to talk to some one who wouldn’t ask stupid questions or push him into going back in there again. Some one he could call without having anything to ask, or anything to say. He needed to talk to Bam.

After dialling his number, the phone rang longer then it would normally do. Bam always carried his phone with him, and every time he saw Ville’s name on the screen, picking up would never take longer then one, maybe two beeps on Ville’s end. Not this time.

“Y-y-yeah?” A shaky voice finally picked up after 6 rings, and Ville frowned in concern.

“Bammie?”

“VILLE! Oh fuck, Hi sorry I was just…Hi! How are ya?”

“Eh…Alright, I guess. What are you doing?”

Bam was panting on the other side of the phone, and a buzzing noise told him he was around a computer

“Nothing! Just hanging out in my room. Nothing special.”

Ville smiled when Bam tried to sound casual, but failed miserably when his voice came out an octave higher then it usually was. Bam was probably jerking off or something, which would explain the panting.

“Are you being a dirty boy, Bam Bam?” Ville teased with an evil grin. Playing with his second cigarette between his fingers.

Normally, Bam and he were always very casual about these things, so when he heard a little gasp from his friend, the frown returned on his forehead. Maybe he was still getting at it or something?

The idea of Bam touching himself while talking to him, gave Ville a tiny, unexpected thrill, but he shook it off. ‘That was wrong, better not go there again.’

“Wha-w-w-what do you mean?”

Bam was blushing. Ville just knew he was blushing on the other end, and he smiled. He could almost see the picture before him. Bam in his room, cell phone to his ear, behind his computer, red cheeks and his hair messy and damp with sweat. His gaze glued on the screen before him as some random couple, maybe even lesbians, were getting it on, and Bam panting with slightly parted moist lips and touching…NO! Stop it Ville, for god sake stop it!

“I mean, are you watching porn, darling? Don’t worry, I don’t mind.”

The sound must be turned low though, because he didn’t hear anything else then Bam ragged breaths.

“Porn? Porn, OH YEAH, yes that’s what I’m doing. Watching porn. Yeah, you totally guessed right!”

Ville stamped out his cigarette with a grin as he heard Bam struggling to make himself sound totally confident en relaxed. He didn’t know whether to be amused or concerned by Bam’s behaviour, but he guess he probably called on the middle of something…or perhaps at the end of something…and was in the stage of not being able to talk in full sentences that made sense yet.

“Well, I leave you to it then.” He laughed, and quickly sucked in the smoke of his third cig.
“I’ll see you in….well, less then a week.”

“……You don’t have to hang up. I can….watch porn any other time.”
Bam suddenly said, and his voice betrayed the fact that he was pouting.

Ville glanced down and signed, wishing he could stay longer. Knowing that he really couldn’t.

“I still have a lot of work that needs to be finished by the end of this week, so I can come over. We can talk as long as we want after that, sweetheart.”

He heard Bam inhale deeply, and wondered if he had closed his eyes. Then there was a shaky: “Ok Willa, I see you next week.”

“Bye Bam.”

As Ville snapped his phone shut, he threw away his last cigarette with another groan.
His writers block had disappeared because he head was now filled with words, feelings and ideas he could use. Somehow the cool air, the smoke and his weird conversation with Bam was just what he had needed. But now he had to care of something else before he could go and write again. Something that made itself very present, since Ville’s pants were tight, and he wasn’t wearing any underwear.

Not that his raging hard on had anything to do with his phone call with Bam…Hell no! It had absolutely nothing to do with hearing Bam’s voice panting into the horn, or the idea of him getting himself off. Absolutely nothing!

As Ville got back on the tour bus and walked straight to his slightly trashed bedroom, Bam was sitting in front of his desk. Pants still unbuttoned, and banging his head against the wood of his desk. Computer shut down, and phone still in his hand. His fingers were shaking and his back was soaked with sweat.

Yes, Ville had called him in the middle of something. Truth was, Bam wasn’t watching porn. He was reading. Reading the things he had sworn he would never read again. And yes, he had gotten off on it.

‘God Ville, if you only knew what I am doing.’ He winched and dropped his phone to ball his hand into a fist. With the other one he zipped up his pants.

He had to stop doing this, he needed to stop reading and torturing himself like this. Yet…he longed for it so bad he just couldn’t. It was stronger then him.

The story he had been caught up in before Ville called had been about him and Ville in a hotel after an awesome HIM concert. Ville had confessed his love for him on stage, and they had kissed in front of the whole crowd. Then they went to the hotel to have sex on the bed, the floor, in the shower, and the elevator. In every possible position and in every possible way. Slow, aggressive, hot and sweet, and reading about it had made Bam so turned on he hadn’t even felt guilty or gross about jerking off while reading it. Until his ring tone had made him jump and cry out, and clicking the page away as soon as he could.

Everything came crashing down, and now he felt physically ill thinking about what he had been doing. His face screwed up when he thought about how he had still rubbed himself trough his jeans as he had been talking to Ville on the phone. His erection had returned instantly, even though he had already climaxed only minutes, even seconds ago. His feelings towards Ville had changed, and he knew things were not the same anymore. He had woken feelings he had always tried to hide or get rid off, and now there was no way back.

He loved Ville, he always had. And maybe he had always been in love with him as well, but he had never allowed his mind to go there, ever. It could ruin their friendship, and Bam knew that would kill him. But now, after reading this and picturing it in his head, it was all he could think about anymore.

He had read a dozen of fanfics in the last 2 days, in almost every single rating, and always with him and Ville as the main characters. He had even left comments, pleading people to write another chapter, or telling them what a wonderful job they did. He felt like a fucking Vam fan girl!

Oh god, only five days, and then Ville would come here. He would see him again, smell him again, and probably sleep in the same room, since they always did.

“Oh god, what the fuck am I going to do.” Bam choked out, head buried in his hands.

*Hi dear readers! Thanks so much for taking the time to read this! I love you for it! I hope you like it, and of course, Reviews would be great! =D Sorry for possible spelling errors and stuff, English is not my first language. And a special thanks to the people who reviewed my first chapter! Thanks so much for liking the idea and my writing, it keeps me going =D Much love, Karin*
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