Our Heaven Is Worth The Waiting - Chapter 9

Sep 23, 2008 22:52

Title: Our Heaven Is Worth The Waiting
Author: Fizzy64
Pairing: Vam
Rating: R/ NC-17
Summary: Ville and Bam are soulmates but they know this world won't accept that, or will it?
Disclaimer: I do not own Ville or Bam and if I did I would have Ville writing it all in minute detail for us all to drool over.
Warnings: Quite a lot of Angst, Smut

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Chapter 9

Later that evening Bam found himself in downtown L.A, in and out many of the reputable bars with the two Finns. The hours passed agonisingly slow, different glances being thrown around like rain caught in a powerful gale. Bam got know Jonna and they got on reasonably well, yet Ville's shoulders never lost their tension.

Now sitting in a smoky corner of another bar on the strip, Bam slid in on his side of the table with the latest round of drinks and acknowledged Ville's arm casually draped across Jonna's shoulder, the skater couldn't help but notice the pang in his heart. He had to ignore it, as he sat down and continued with the polite questions Jonna was providing, Ville adding his input infrequently, yet Bam knew he wasn't as talkative as normal but unblemished Jonna didn't seem to realise, showing her obvious ignorance at her new found lover's behaviour.

She swept her straightened locks over her shoulders to flow back down her spine, after another bout of content laughter was shared between the trio. Bam had decided he liked her.

She was kind, funny, innocent and beautiful. This thought strangely comforted the American; he respected Ville's choice even if he was insanely jealous. He felt as if he could give his blessing to this couple. He was grabbed from his elaborated thinking by an awareness of heat on his leg, the connection of another leg. He and Ville shared confused glances and that was when Bam realised he was at fault, sliding down the seats in his complex thoughts, his leg had bumped into his lover's.

Bam chuckled lightly: "Sorry. Another drink you two?"

"Yeah sure, you need a hand?"

"No I think I got it" Bam's eyes glistened with momentary passion before turning away, going to the bar.

As the hours elapsed they made their way to the bars closest to the hotel, as they knew they had a tendency to simply drop dead on their feet at this hour with such intoxication. All three friends left the booth they were sitting in to go their assorted ways, Jonna led Ville to the cramped dance floor, to show appreciation to her favourite song, Ville obviously had to follow reluctantly. Bam went towards to restrooms, drinking taking a heavy toll on his bladder.

Having relieved himself Bam stood at the washbasin letting the warm water cascade over his soapy hands, he always liked the security warm water gave him, yet the rush of near-boiling water was a lot more exhilarating. His back to the door, he heard the squeaking before he seen the person enter, he didn't turn to see who it was, privacy being the key aspect in the restroom.

As he cut the water off he was startled at the arms that snaked around his hips, shortly followed by a whisper:

"You should always watch out for them dirty bastards in toilets, you know"

Within an instant of recognition the green-eyed rocker was pushed back towards the entrance he just walked through and was painfully slammed against the solid oak door.

"Asshole!" Bam's mind couldn't focus, seeing and feeling his meant-to-be lover again surfaced all his anger, upset and disappointment, those mental bruises never truly fading, just declining into a dull ache.

Their lips rapidly met in a crash of plump tissue, tongues, saliva and satisfactory groans, especially as Bam re-tightened his grasp on the rocker's clothes, again pushing him hard against the door, making both of them breathless from effort.

Ville managed to get to Bam's button on his jeans undone and hastily began to pull them down his muscular legs. Bam protested softly and kept hold of his jeans to prevent them falling down, after separating himself from the Finn's lips he took his hand and lead him towards a cubicle:

"In here. You have to watch out for them dirty bastards."

Ville smirked his agreement and followed the man into the reasonably cramped cubicle, again finding himself pinning to another door, whilst Bam started to relieve him of his jeans and jacket. Ville continued with his quest of undressing Bam from before.

Their lips reconnected to share more bruising kisses after they had lost some necessary clothing. Bam stooped to the floor to get the necessities, the returned to Ville embrace, still only exchanging hungry glances. Bam swiftly prepped Ville before rolling a condom onto his erection and coated it with lube. Bam slide into Ville's arms comfortably again before grasping under his thighs to pull his legs around his waist, Ville complied.

The Finn slowly began to drop down onto the American's length, sighing deeply. As the pressure built he released sagged his head onto Bam's shoulders, gripping tightly with his teeth to prevent any noise. Feeling the intensity of the bite Bam realised the pain wasn't yet pleasure. He tried to see through his sexual rage and soothed the man who owned his heart, wishing he had taken more care to prepare him. Yet after a few moments passed the rocker continued to sink down and started to move back up, setting a pace.

The pair's urge blistered to need. Ville quickened his movements, stirring moans from both of them, and Bam continued to support Ville, held up against the door. Bam loved the fact Ville had left his t-shirt on, it added to the dirty situation they had found themselves in, the fact they were fucking each other in the grimy bathroom of a bar, with Ville's girlfriend no more than 200 metres away. This was so porn.

The man in his arms began to tremble, his mouth still latched upon his shoulder, now drooling slightly. They were both close. Ville came first, temptation became too much and he sunk his teeth into Bam's collarbone once again and cried out, trying to silence his shriek with the flesh between his canines. Bam followed shortly after, the submissive side of him silently

screaming when the pressure of the teeth increased.

Tension finally leaving both bodies, they slowly lowered the grubby floor, wrapped in each other's arms, regaining their regular breathing. Ville spoke first:

"Bam, I'll only ever love you wholly, I promise you that." Ville glanced over the Bam, sincerity filling his features.

The second the words left Ville's abused lips Bam knew it was the reassurance that he needed to carry on and to give his blessing. Tears pricked Bam's eyes as the emotions bubbled within, but no droplets began to roll.

"I love you too Ville"

"I guess I should get back,” Ville mentioned regretfully as he placed a loving kiss on Bam's forehead.

Within five minutes the pair were walking out of the men’s, deciding that they had coincidentally met in there if Jonna asked.  Bam went to the bar to get a quick shot to stabilise his gently shaking hands, guilt now clouding his once ecstatic judgement. When he walked back to the area were his lover was standing he noticed he had a terrifying look upon his face:

"What is it?"

"She's gone." Ville's eyes couldn't meet the skater's at that moment, so he continued to scour the room for his Finnish lady.

"Where?"

"To Mars! How the fuck would I know Bam!?"

Bam knew he couldn't and shouldn't reply to the outburst, it had to be understandable.

Ville stalked back to their seat and slumped on to his chair: "Bam, she has seen us, what are going to do?" Ville continued quieter, muttering a string of profanities and curses of the lord himself.

"I'm going to check" Bam stood up, sitting next to Ville in his despair was unbearable, knowing it was his fault, knowing this is how life would always be and knowing he could never take him into his arms to make it better. This was all they had, angry fucks in the back of bars when temptation became too much.

Bam crossed the dance floor to check the other side of the club. Surprisingly he saw Jussi.

"Hey!" Bam walked over to make himself known, shaking Jussi's hand.

"Hi Bam, long time no see. Where is Ville I heard he is here?"

"Yeah, wait how do you know?"

"Jonna's been over, we'd met her a few times before."

"Oh great, where is she now?"

"With Jyrki at the table just down there" He pointed straight in front of him and Bam noticed the chocolate locks swaying as she talked animatedly in Finnish, much more comfortable in her own language, he noticed. His entire body deflated in relief, he hoped Jussi hadn't noticed.

"Thanks, I'll be back in minute, I'll go and get other Finnish cunt.

Bam returned within a few minutes with a calm Ville in tow, nobody would have noticed his quick composure, from near panic attack, to this smiling, friendly face. Bam knew he would be the only one to truly know this man properly.

The rest of the night passed pleasantly in the company of the other two Finns. Bam felt more at ease, even though all he got from their state of paranoia was a brief 'sorry' from Ville, moments before they grouped up with the others. Bam realised his ease was probably fuelled by the steady flow of shots that Jussi and Jyrki had him drinking, determined that 'the Finnish could drink the Americans under the table any day', yet he didn't care as long as it was another way to get him through the evening.

Much later Bam surrendered, losing the contest with the goths, Ville and Jonna agreed it was also time for them to go back too, that only being half the truth, the other half being they both knew Bam wouldn't ask for help, even though he was sure he wouldn't make it back to the room on his own.

The trio stumbled through their suite door and went their separate ways, Ville feeling discontent at the lack of saying a proper goodnight to Bam, so when he heard the obvious sounds of retching he was weirdly pleased. He felt needed rubbing the back of the skater as his stomach rejected the ludicrous amount of alcohol consumed over the evening. He helped the skater to his bed once he was ready to go, stripping him down to his boxers, in what he hoped was the least attractive way possible. Bam's groin area begged to object. Ville chuckled lightly:

"I see the booze doesn't affect you the same way as me"

Bam grinned stupidly; proud of such an achievement in his drunken exhausted state.

"I l-love you W-Willa Walo"

"Shusssh, it's a secret,” Ville whispered comically, placing a kiss upon the skater's lips to prevent him saying anything more.

"Come 'ere!" Bam pulled Ville's leaning form on top of him and continued the kiss. Ville pulled apart before much more could continue.

"Go to sleep sweetheart" He rolled off his skater and spooned him, softly stroking down his left cheek in a search to comfort.

Only minutes elapsed before Ville heard the deep, heavy breathing signalling the slumber that Bam has slipped into, knowing he had to return to another bed he got up and turned off the lights in the room, before whispering to the air around Bam's sleeping form:

"I love you too"

Then he walked out, taking one last glance at the bed he wanted to belong in, before closing the door behind him.

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