Our heaven is worth the waiting Chpt 3
Brightness showered the room. Ville squinted as his eyelids refused to take in the sights around him. Bam slept gracefully in his arms, his head rested against Ville's chest. He smiled, but not for long as he realised that this was what he had always wanted, yet he knew he was forbidden to ever have.
Bam looked up with a sleepy regard still on his face:
"Hi..."
"Morning Bam"
They searched each other's eyes for the answers and guidance of what to do and what to say. Ville didn't even know if Bam wanted him as anything more than a friend, yet the way he held him last night his mind raced with the possibilities.
Bam broke away from the searching glance and took control:
"Ville I think we should talk now. First thing I want to say is your staying here you don't need to go. I've been looking forward to this for too long for you to runaway now."
"Bam, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have been so angry at you and I spoke to you like shit, darling I'm so-"
"Shut the fuck up! Just stop it with all this sorry shit. I don't care; we just need to talk. This is so fucked up."
Ville stood up, grabbed his cigarettes and made for the door leading onto the garden. Bam cursed under his breath and let him go, knowing it was going to be difficult to speak to him when their heads were so chaotic.
Within minutes the silence disturbed Bam so profoundly that he got up to go find Ville. He came across him sitting on a scuffed deck chair, puffing away at his cigarette, head bowed. Bam knelt in front of the rocker, placed a hand under his chin and brought his head level to his own. Guilt rushed over the skater like a tidal wave, when he seen the emerald orbs trickling generously. This created the chambers of Bam's heart to break out and he found himself breathless.
Frozen and unsure of what else to do, Bam launched forward to hold Ville again. The rocker hauled Bam up from his knees and pulled him onto his lap, they cradled each other, equally needing the connection, as words were impossible to flow.
Content minutes passed when Ville finally felt the urge to speak:
"Well you always wanted to know where my inspiration came from."
"Fucking never expected you to fling the answer on me like that though."
"Sor-"
"Don't do it Ville! I'm not sorry, I'm glad, just shocked too."
"What do you mean? Glad because your best friend loves you the same way Jenn does?"
"Please, don't mention the name while we talk, one problem at a time okay?
...Hold on, you...love me? Not just attracted?"
Ashamed at his feelings, Ville nodded.
"Ville just promise me something, tell me the truth from now on. How long has this all been going on?"
"Year or two, I guess"
"Fuck, you idiot, your meant to tell me these things."
"Seriously, 'Oh hi Bam, I think I've fallen in love with you', funny enough I actually liked our friendship. Tossed it right up now haven't I."
"Yes"
No time to be surprised at the lack of reassurance, Ville felt warmth upon his lips. His heart screamed with happiness and he retaliated, kissing back gently, feeling the tender tissue of Bam's lips. Before Ville knew it, his lips lost that sensation, but he gained confidence to talk:
"Trying to tell me something?"
"Would you believe me if I said I don't have a clue anymore?"
"You had a clue in the first place?" Ville giggled.
"Sure, I've wanted to do that for ages but then I sort of forgot about it, thinking you were straight."
"Bam? You don't remember much when your drunk do you?"
"What? What did I miss?"
"I came out to you a year ago, we were both pissed but the difference is I remember and you don't. I tried to tell you all this then, but you had carried on completely normal the next day so I let it go."
"Oh shit...It's my turn to apologise now. I'm sorry for being a shit best friend, can't believe I didn't remember that. I'm sorry about snapping at you before too. My head is just so fucked up I don't know what I'm feeling.”
Ville hoisted Bam up onto his legs as he had begun to slide away. Accidentally, faces came closer and Ville reached in and snatched a kiss, his body begging for more since the first one. Bam deepened the kiss, yet still being gentle at the same time. Before long Ville's tongue was playfully licking Bam's bottom lip, begging for entrance. Bam allowed Ville just as he entered Ville's mouth, the warmth of tongues was enough to make them both moan gently with contentment.
Bam paused, close enough to Ville's lips to be able to feel each gentle breath he was taking. He thought for a minute before whispering gently against the rocker's lips:
"You know what Ville, I think that helped me make up my mind."
"Please tell me it requires Brewskies?"
"Of course!"
Bam jumped off Ville's lap and headed straight for the fridge to quench their thirsts.
Many beers later they lay on the grass. Bam lay staring into the sky and Ville was smoking gracefully. They had to go to a more neutral position in the garden, instead of each other's laps, as the CKY guys had come home from their weekend away and got to work revamping the house back to its usual trashed state.
Gradually, wet drops were released from the sky above to gently baptise the two people that lay before it. Before long the droplets turned to splodges and the two men were completed saturated. Bam heard the doors slam and knew that Dico or someone must have forgotten about them being outside and closed the doors to lock out the coming thunderstorm.
Bam didn't care though, he was too happy.
"Bam...wasn't that the doors?"
"Shhh"
"Why? Bam I'm getting cold." Fear seemed to grip his voice tenderly.
Bam slowly rolled from his position and straddled Ville, reaching into his pout and stealing it away with his own. They repeated the deviation of tongues as before, but this time it was slower, more sensual and their hands drifted across each other's bodies, feeling every inch of wet clothing, wishing to relieve each other of them.
Ville protested and mumbled trying to say something: "I love you Bammie.
"I don't know what's going on Ville but I think I love you too."