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Not such a bad idea!	By : KarinVAM Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > HIM Views: 4787 -:- 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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“Bammie? Can I come in?” Ville knocked gently on the wood, hearing a little gasp and a stumble on the other side of the door before it swung open. Damn, he was jumpy. Maybe something really was wrong.

“Ville…Heeey, Hi! Finally. What did Ape want?” He asked a little too cheerfully, as he ran his hand through his brown, messy curls. Nervous. Nervous...Nervous!

“Oh ehm….She wanted to know…..what I would like to have for dinner. Yeah, dinner. Anyway, I told her I didn’t care.” Ville lied without blushing or blinking.

“Oh right….she always want to show of when people are staying over. Or well, when you stay over.” Bam stated with a playful grin. Even though on the inside he was not as calm and relaxed as he tried to look...

As Ville had talked to April downstairs, Bam had been alone with Ville’s luggage, and hadn’t been able to resist sneaking a peek inside. As soon as the suitcase opened, Ville’s unique smell had filled his nose, and he had picked up the first t-shirt that came in sight to put it to his nose and inhaled deeply. He had come across Ville’s make up case, his blow-dryer, his books, his notebook with lyrics and last but not least…His underwear.

Bam hands had begun to shake a little when his hand had touched one of Ville’s black boxers. Most of them were plain, black boxers, like the ones he owned, but one of them really jumped out. It had been a silk, black and dark purple boxer. It had been a very classy and attractive piece of clothing, but most of all Bam couldn’t stop running his hand over it. It felt so soft and good against his skin, and the fabric even felt warm in a way. Like Ville had just worn them. The fact that Ville had probably worn them popped into his mind as he rubbed the fabric against his cheek, and he closed his eyes in frustration as he felt his cock jump at that thought. No!

At that moment Ville had knocked on the door, and he had slammed the suitcase shut. Panicking, since he did not want to get caught, then realized he was still holding the boxers in his hand.

‘Oh god!’ And without thinking, he had stuffed them into his back pocket of his jeans.

And now he was standing in his room, making small talk with Ville like he hadn’t just been going trough his stuff and smelled his clothes. Like he didn’t have his underwear in his pocket. Like he didn’t have a ragging hard-on in his pants.

“So, you want to go out and get drunk?” Bam suggested with a grin. Knowing Ville would love to since it was what they always did. And he could really, really use a drink!

Ville smiled when Bam asked him the question and nodded in responds. ”God yes.” Maybe talking over some beers would make Bam spill what was bugging him. Ville couldn’t get it out of his head that Bam was not happy. The image of Bam crying kept playing over in his head, and it was tearing him up inside. Not Bam. Bam didn’t just cry. He now considered it his mission to find out what was wrong and make it all better.

‘My poor Bammie.’ He though with a sign as Bam called a cab for them. He was a little nuts, yeah, but driving and drinking was still a big No is Bam’s book.

They waited on the porch while Ville smoked a cigarette, and then talked about all sorts of things on their way over. Everything seemed as it had always been. They talked, they listened, they joked, and they laughed. And at the bar they did it all over again, only this time, with beer, which made the rest easier and easier to do.

“Bammie, my darling, I am so glad to be here again. I’ve missed you so much.” Ville announced a little too loud and with a thick accent.

Every time Ville got drunk, he had trouble not switching over to Finnish, and sometimes Bam would have to point this out to him since half of the time he didn’t even notice. Then, after another few shots or beers Bam wouldn’t even notice it anymore and actually believed he understood what Ville was saying. At that point Ville wouldn’t even know what he was saying anymore.

“I’ve missed you to Willa. More then you will ever know.” Bam mumbled before taking another gulp of his beer. ‘Stop talking Bam. Control yourself. Don’t let anything slip. You might give it away.’

“Aaaaaaw Bammie. Me too, me too. But now that we are reunited we must cherish every moment we have.”

Ville tended to get a bit of a drama queen when he drank too much, And Bam laughed at the dramatic hand gestures Ville made when he spoke. Then he reached out to stroke Bam’s cheek, and placed his palm to the side of his face, stroking his hair affectionately.

Bam leaned into his touch without a fight. He was getting a little tired of fighting, and Ville’s hand against his face felt so good right now.

Ville heard two guys behind him giggle and whisper.

“Look at those two fags. I’ll bet their gonna make out. Gross!”

“Actually, I would love to see that.”

A female voice joined in, and Ville removed his hand with a little frown. Slowly, so Bam wouldn’t wonder if he had done something wrong. Bam had obviously not heard a thing, and Ville thanked god for that. He personally didn’t give a shit about people talking about him, but Bam….Bam had a reputation. He was Bam Margera….he did care. Ville knew. The last thing he wanted was for Bam to feel uncomfortable.

“Come on darling, let’s go back home.” He grabbed Bam’s hand to pull him up, and they walked outside. It had gotten late, and they stumbled over the dark streets together. Ville’s arm was around Bam’s shoulder, and Bam’s hand was carefully placed on Ville’s slim waist. That was nothing unusual, and it made Ville wonder why Bam gasped, blush, and trembled a bit when he touched him.

Bam, who was not nearly drunk enough to not be affected by Ville’s arm around him felt happier and more depressed then ever….all at the same time.

‘Oh Ville, I know you like me a lot. But it’s just not enough. I wish you would love me. Love Me, Love Me, LOVE ME!’

“Love me.”

‘DAMNIT! Stupid ass drunk mouth! Shut the hell up.’

Ville cocked an eyebrow and smiled a little when he heard Bam mumble the words, right before his eyes bulged and his mouth opened in shock. Love him? Bam wanted Ville to love him? Didn’t he know how much he did? He loved him and would always love him.

“Of course I love you Bam Bam. You know that, silly.” He smiled, and placed a tiny kiss at Bam’s temple. Pulling back when he felt him trembling again.

Bam looked up with eyes Ville couldn’t read. But as he opened his mouth to say something, their cab arrived and the moment was forgotten. Or at least they could pretend it was.

They joked, laughed, talked and listen, just like before, until they reached Bam’s castle and jumped out.

Holding on to each other for support, they made their way up. Bam almost tripped on the stairs, which had Ville gasping for air when he couldn’t stop laughing. Laughing and talking way too loud, they finally reached Bam’s bedroom, and fell onto the bed together.

“Are you tired?” Bam asked, sounded a bit like a little boy who was aloud to stay up late, and Ville giggled.

“No, you?”

“Fuck no.” He yelled, followed by a big yawn, which had Ville rolling of the bed with laughter.

“Then what do you want to do now?” He asked Bam when they had caught their breath again.

“Let’s make some prank phone calls.” He suggested and Ville grinned. Bam was sounded more and more like his old self, and it was really good to see him like that again. Maybe nothing was wrong. Maybe it had only been temporary.

“Ok, call!” Ville demanded, sitting Indian style on Bam’s bed now, and Bam stood up to pull his phone from his pocket.

When his hand grabbed the phone and pulled it up, he felt something else graze his hand, and before he knew it, his phone came out, and Ville’s silk boxers right along with it. Shit, he had forgotten all about them. As it fell on the floor, Bam was screaming soundlessly and a rush of panic flew trough his body.

‘Oh God. Oh my fucking god. No!’

He would see. Ville would see.

And yes, he saw.

He had no idea why his underwear just came out of Bam’s pocket and on the floor, but he did know it had just given him a ragging hard on. That was way more disturbing to him then Bam carrying around his underwear.

He was almost afraid to ask, not because of Bam’s reaction, but of his own. But he still did…

“Bammie? Why was my favourite boxer in your pocket?”

Bam blushed, stuttered, and looked like he was going to freak out, and Ville, still in shock and slightly embarrassed didn’t have the heart to make this harder for Bam. He just wanted to hold him and make him stop blushing and make it all ok again.

Or…

“I-I-I-I didn’t mean to go trough your stuff...I didn’t…It just…I…”

“Bam, Bammie heey, it’s alright. But I just don’t think it fair. I mean. You have my favourite pair of boxers, and I don’t have yours.”

Ville couldn’t help himself, but the look on Bam’s face was priceless. If he just pretended he didn’t find it weird Bam was carrying his underwear around for god knows what reason, Bam would probably feel better. And it was a perfect opportunity for some harmless flirting. Like they had always done.

‘Harmless flirting my ass. Say that when you’re not walking around with a boner.’

“You want my favourite boxers?” Bam asked a little shaky. Almost signing in relieve Ville didn’t ask him why.

“Yes Bam, it’s only fair.”

‘Don’t say it, don’t say it, don’t say it. Control yourself!’

“I’m wearing them right now.”

Hi my coolest, sweetest readers ever!
Yup, another chapter! And I reallllyyyy hope you guys like it! Hot stuff coming soon! The reviews you guys gave me totally made my fucking month! You guys rock! Really! I really appreciate all the reviews, ever single one!…Never ever get tired of it! And you guys are so nice to me. I’m really doing better right now. I worked out some stuff, and…dum dum dum…I got my first tattoo! I’ve been thinking about it for a long time, and now I have a beautiful wild flower with a keltic pattern together with the symbol for Aries and a heartagram….well it’s heart to explain, but it’s beautiful! At least I think so. And on my back. I hurt SO bad, especially the stuff on my spine, but I love it.
But…blabla..Enough about me….wait no, not enough, cause I need to tell you I’m leaving tomorrow cause I’m staying with my aunt and uncle till Wednesday cause I’m going to a concert of The Rasmus, nearby where they live =D, and then I leave again on Friday, spending a week in London (=D) I am really going to try and update again on Thursday, cause I don’t want to leave you guys hanging here, so yeah…I’ll do my best sweethearts.
Enough with the me talking/typing now…Please review! I just want to know what you guys think, and it makes me so happy knowing you guys are enjoying it….and if you don’t, you can of course tell me also =P
Mmmm, let me think…..This time, VAM pancakes for you all! Mmm…pancakes….Mmmmm…VAM!
Oh and Le Petit Mort: Thank you for everything Hon, you are an angel, you are!

Much love,

Karin
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