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Bartenders: Cupids in disguise	By : VillespunksbitchandKarinVam Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > HIM Views: 1573 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The two women watched as Chris walked past the men and then doubled back, pretending he'd only just noticed them.

"You're Bam Margera aren't you? I'm such a big fan of yours." He gushed, pointedly ignoring Ville.

"Uh, yeah. Thanks dude, nice to meet you."

"Sorry to be so forward but it's not often I get to talk to a man as gorgeous as you so could I maybe buy you a drink? Unless your boyfriend is the jealous type." Chris said, trying to hide a smirk.

He's not my boyfriend." Bam said.

"You couldn't say that quick enough could you?" Ville muttered quietly. Unfortunately he wasn't quiet enough and Bam heard him.

"What's that supposed to mean? You're not my boyfriend, what did you want me to say?"

"Well not all of us are as straight as you Bam, some of us aren't completely disgusted when someone suggests that you're in a relationship with another man, unlike you." Ville replied spitefully.

"I just didn't want you to be embarrassed that he thought I was with you." Bam said, trying not to lose his temper.

"Don't you mean, YOU didn't want to be embarrassed?" Ville was fed up with the pain of loving Bam and not being loved in return and he was letting all the pain out in his words.

"What is your fucking problem Ville?" Bam finally snapped. He could put up with not having Ville's love in return but he couldn't sit there and listen to Ville say cruel things to him like that.

"You're my problem, you always have been." The words were out before Ville could stop them and as he took in the pained look on Bam's face, he wished with all his heart he could take them back.

Bam first response was indignation, spurting in defence: "What are you....Ville…what do you...?" But then the frown on his face smoothed out, and the confused look in his eyes turned into hurt. Pain.

There was a short, but killing silence between them. Bam just staring at Ville’s face, obviously shocked by his own outburst.

“Bam I didn’t…” He stuttered, lifting a bit off his chair, almost like he really wanted to reach out for Bam, take him into his arms and take the pain away. Take the hurt from his eyes and start all over again. He loved the boy, and it was killing him. Bam loved him, he knew. So why was he so afraid? So afraid this would ruin everything for him, them. Was the price too high? He had thought it was for years, but now…. he wasn’t so sure anymore.

But maybe it really was too late, because Bam shuffled back on his chair, creating distance between them as Ville came closer. The same look of hurt in his eyes that made feel Ville sick to the pit of his stomach never leaving his eyes. Because he was hurt. He was very hurt.

Ville didn’t just NOT love him, he couldn’t stand to be around him. The one man he considered his dearest friend in the world, and only true love he ever had, hated him. That thought made Bam too, feel like he needed to throw up. The only thing he wanted to do was curl up and die.

He couldn’t speak to him anymore. He couldn’t even look at him anymore. He couldn’t do anything involving Ville. It hurt too much. And the man standing next to him, offering himself to him in a not so subtle way, wasn’t close to what he wanted, or needed right now. But the way Ville had looked at him when the guy had looked at him, talked to him, was enough for Bam to except his offer with a fake smile. “Sure Chris, I’ll have a drink with you.”

If Ville didn’t like it, god knows why, he would do it. He needed to feel what he had done to him. Just a little. Just hurt a little. And then apologize to him so it would alright, because he would never be strong enough to stay away for ever. To give him up. Never.

Bam stood up before Ville could say another word and he didn't protest when Chris's arm slid around his waist, guiding him to another table where Ville had the perfect view of them but couldn't hear what they were saying to each other.

Chris called their order over to the bar knowing that Heavenleigh would bring the drinks when they were ready. They sat quietly for a few minutes, Bam trying to pretend he was happy and failing at it miserably. Chris gave a long suffering sigh.

"Ok I gotta tell you the truth. I wasn't going to but it might help if you played along a bit."

"What are you talking about?" Bam muttered

"Look, I'm really attracted to you but that's not why I asked to buy you a drink. I'm helping the girls out. We figured that if you had someone else interested to you, pretty boy over there would get jealous and finally tell you that he loves you. Which, by the way, he's bloody obvious about if you ask me."

Bam was speechless, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. "You know you're really sexy." Chris commented wistfully "It's such a shame you're in love with someone else."

"I don't believe you guys are doing this. I can't do that to him, and besides he just told me that he hated me or were you not listening?"

"You can do it cos it's working. He's giving me death glares and I've never seen anyone that jealous. I'm telling you, no more than half an hour and he'll be over here telling me to leave you alone cos he wants you."

"Really? You think?" Bam said hopefully.

"I know he will, trust me and go along with it." Chris grinned, relieved when Bam nodded and smiled back at him.

A smile that quickly faded when Chris suddenly grabbed his hand in his own while fluttering his eyelashes at him like the wings of a butterfly.

“Ehmm…What are you….”

“Oh come on Bam, you’ll have to flirt with me if you want to make him jealous right? Nothing harmful, just relax and play along.” Chris laughed, making Bam smile back a little uncomfortable. This guy meant well, but he liked him just a little too much.

But was he right? Was he telling the truth about Ville wanting him? He sure hoped so, because after the comment he'd made earlier, he was almost convinced Ville didn’t even want to be his friend anymore. However, the look he was giving him now from across the room, sitting on the bar stool drinking a beer, and looking like a broken little bird, made him feel so much more confident. Ville did care, at the very least. That was obvious.

Chris's hand toyed with the fingers of his own, making small talk about nothing, involving lots of over the top smiles and laughs, winks and hair strokes. Bam played along with him, petting his hand lightly, and laughing loudly at his jokes. Only because his reward was Ville sweating, grunting and frowning in the corner of his eye. Ville, sweet Ville. He hated to see him like this. But if it worked, oh heaven would be waiting for him.

“Oh Bam Bam, you're so funny.” Chris laughed, bending forward and kissing Bam’s flushed cheek, making him giggle while he pulled back a bit, seeing Ville move in the corner of his eye.

“You're such a funny, talented and good looking guy, I’ll bet you could have anyone you want.”

Chris brushed a strand of his chocolate brown hair from his face, whispering sweet things to him and making Bam flush again. If this worked for Ville and him, it was worth it, but yet, this wasn’t what he wanted.

The conversation continued, until Bam saw someone appear at the side of their table, stopping before it. Bam sensed it was him.

“Bam, we need to talk.”

Not looking up, Bam felt himself freeze. The voice was so soft and gentle. So sad but still stern. It broke his heart and he just nodded. Chris, however, started to make a scene.

“Excuse you, we're talking here.” He spoke in the gayest way possible. Annoying the hell out of them both.

But Ville didn’t put up with it. He slammed both his fist on the table, making both men jump and Chris shriek.

“You, Leave.” Ville commanded harshly with clenched teeth. Chris didn’t need to hear this twice and left, while Ville slipped into the place he'd been sitting.

“Bammie, we need to talk.”
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