Love you like I do..Chapter 1
Title: Love you like I do
Pairing: Vam: Ville Valo/Bam Margera
Rating: R,
Disclaimer: Not mine, I can only wish. This never happened except in my sick mind haha
Dedication: To Catclaw - the perverter of minds and twister of innocence.
Beta by Catclaw
Chapter 1 - The Beginning
They met at an awards ceremony, introduced by executives, keen to push Ville and HIM into the mainstream cult which Bam, Steve-o and the Jackass crew of misfits were leading. Although it was clear to everyone, except the mindless fat cats that the two images did not mesh. Ville with his dark, shy, romantic, gothic swoon which surrounded him like the smoke from one of his constantly smouldering Marlboro Lights. Then there was Bam and his brash, loud, crude, motley crue of maniacs. However despite the initial an obvious difference between Ville and Bam there was an instant connection. Most obviously helped by the odd fact that Ville was the front man of Bam’s most favourite band of all time. After Bam had got over his initial and odd star struck awe of this slither of a man. The two embarked on an unsuspecting friendship which grew and blossomed. Each finding solace in the others opposite.
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It had been roughly two years since Bam and Ville’s first awkward meeting.
They had long since got over that original shyness. Which had in the beginning been especially difficult for Ville who had a tough time letting people in, letting people through those high walls he had long ago built up around himself. Now the two did practically everything together drink, eat, party, work together and sometimes they’d fall asleep together as well. Dunn always joked that Ville and Bam were like an old married couple the way they knew what the other was thinking and finished each others sentences. After the first year Bam had even started pronouncing Ville’s name correctly, *vee-lay* instead of the usual yank mispronunciation *vee-la or vi-la*. Or when Bam was being particularly affectionate the two had the joke of making all the ‘v’ s ‘w’. Giving words that Jonathan Ross touch.
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Ville normally participated fully in Bam and the others antics. Especially in the Jagermeister drinking competitions (damn those Finns can drink) but tonight he was more sultry than usual. Something was eating away at the gothic one, something that had been bothering him for the last month. He was the first to admit, maybe not openly but to himself when he was alone in his fortress. One that in recent weeks had become his fortress of tears, Ville was in love. Well for someone of Ville’s *ah hem* talents you could be forgiven for thinking that this man could have any woman he so chose. And you’d probably be right. The problem was it wasn’t any woman that made his stomach somersault at the sound of their voice, made his insides writhe like snakes at the mere mention of their name, made his skin goose bump at the slightest touch. That feeling of total devotion, that feeling of despair when without them, was all for one person. His best friend, Bam Margera.
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“Yo, Ville!” The American’s loud greeting shook Ville out of his deep contemplation. Bam slumped down beside his pal. “What’s happening bro, why the long face?”
“I...err...huh...nothing.” the sexy Finn replied, not quite managing to meet his accomplice’s gaze.
“You sure dude? You’ve sat here all night looking like someone’s died, anything I can do to cheer you up?” Bam pressed on tickling Ville’s ribs making him squirm in his seat. Ville looked up into those big unnaturally blue eyes.
Fuck he’s gorgeous he thought. I know something that would make me walk on air, but you’d be disgusted to know what I had in mind. the slender one continue to ponder.
“Come and join us.” Bam pleaded with his friend. Letting his deep tones drop to a whisper, “*please*” he added.
His soft beer and smoke scented breath caressed Ville’s cheek. God how I love the way he smells.
“There’s someone I want you to meet.” Ville obliged thinking it was probably another skater loony to add to Bam’s large group of friends. “I met her last night.”
HER!!
Ville’s green eyed monster reared its fittingly gothic heads from the pit of his stomach. His eyes flashed, his cheeks flushing instantly. Bam noticed and paused, letting Ville’s tattooed wrist slip from his grasp. Bam checked over his friend noticing how glassy those unique green eyes suddenly looked.
“Man you ok?”
Ville faked a bemused smile, “uh…what oh yea fine just got a piece of ash in my eye, stings that’s all. Don’t worry bout me I’ll catch you up, just nipping to the men’s.” he faux grinned.
“Ok see you in a bit then.” Bam smirked and bounded back to his rabble.
Get a grip, get a grip.Just a couple of lines, to sharpen up. He thought to himself.
This was one (other) thing he’d never tell Bam about, Bam couldn’t abide by any drugs…except the odd bit of weed that is. Ville straightened himself up and looked in the mirror, briefly noting the sudden largess of his pupils.
He washed his hands and as he crossed to the door back out to the bar thought time to face the music, lets see who this little slut Bam’s met is, she won’t be good enough for him whoever she is.
He was absorbed in his thoughts right up to when he reached Bam’s table, it was only Rake throwing a damp napkin at him that shook him from his thoughts. A little embarrassed at being caught out like that he took a seat as close to the edge of the group as possible.
“Dude do I stink or something? Why you all the way over there? Come sit next to me then!” Bam hollered over the din.
“Wha…oh well there didn’t seem to be any space especially with our new guest,” he said casting a disdainful bearley hidden sneer at the girl draped over Bam. "Good point, shove up Jenn, make room for his skinny ass and you can get a chair” he said to Rake shoving him practically to the floor.
All eyes were on Ville waiting for his move. “Erm there really was no need for that I was fine here, but as you insist.” he answered as he stood and moved.
Oh so gracefully Bam secretly noted. The Finn took his seat next to his friend.
“So I believe you have some introductions to make Bammie.” Deliberately pet naming him to show this bitch who Bam belonged to, casting another glance at the clearly put out looking brunette on the other side of the skater.
“Oh yea, Ville, Jenn, Jenn, Ville. Jenn works in PR. Well I don’t have to say what Ville does.” Bam said, gesturing to the speaker above their heads which was currently blaring out “Buried Alive by Love”, one other thing that annoyed Ville about this bar - they always played his music when he was in, despite frequent requests for then not to.
Jenn looked shocked. “This is you?” she asked, pointing from the speaker to Ville in a moronic gesture as if he couldn’t understand English.
Slightly mockingly Ville replied, “Well not on my own obviously,” and gestured to his band mates sitting at the bar waiting for their food. The whole group laughed, except Jenn who looked a little ashen faced, Ville almost felt sorry for her. Almost.
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The two friends didn’t realise how much noise they were making stumbling down the corridor towards Ville’s apartment, until someone yelled for them to shut up. Giggling they fell through the Finns front door.
“Soooo what did ya think of her then mate?” Bam eagerly, yet slightly drunkenly quizzed Ville.
“Erm, she was nice I suppose if you like that sort of thing…and you certainly seem to” he added almost distainfully.
“Dude what’s that supposed to mean?” Bam asked trying to keep the hurt out of his voice. The first girl he ever introduces to Ville an all he gets is sarcasm and he’d been trying to make Jenn feel stupid all night. Bam just didn’t get it, Was Ville jealous? That someone was interested in him instead of always Ville?
Ah, the poor misguided skater he was partly right, jealous yes, but not of Bam, of Jenn. All night yes, Ville had been nasty to Jenn making her feel stupid, and uncomfortable but only because it had been killing him watching the two together, watching her making Bam smile and laugh the way Ville make him laugh and smile. Now all Ville wanted to do was lie alone in bed and brood or sob whichever came first then have a brief wank, thinking of course of Bam and then sleep or at least lie there with his eyes closed. But that small luxury had been denied him because fucking Raab, Ryan, Chad and his new girlfriend Aliye (nice not being the only foreigner) had demanded Bam partake in several shot competitions and got him totally wasted. Normally Ville revelled in situations like this, a chance to be alone with Bam, when Bam took on his intelligent alter-ego, and they’d talk all night or get totally rat-assed and get hopelessly romantic.
After they got in Bam just stood in the hall like a spare part, most unlike him as he’d stayed at Ville’s so many times he knew the roof top apartment better than he knew his own place, and was almost part of the furniture. Ville had once joked that if Bam stayed much longer he’d have to start paying him rent.
“I’ll just make up the guest room go and sit down, grab a drink or something man, don’t just stand there.” Ville’s deep tones came in from the other end of the hall. Bam didn’t move. “Bammie, look I'm sorry for not being very nice to that Jenn girl ok, I've just got a lot on my mind at the moment.” No response. “Listen next time we all go out I’ll be super nice, I’ll even buy her something to make up for my un-gentlemanly behaviour if it means that much to you, Bammie, Bammie talk to me please.”
“Yea, ok man, don’t worry bout it ok, apology accepted, I can't stay mad at you for too long anyway.” Bam looked up into Ville’s startling green eyes with his own piercing blue ones. There I saw it again, the look he gave me in the bar. Bam thought to himself, as he noticed the love momentarily shine through Ville at him. “Hey, dude why you bothering with the guest room? I haven’t kipped in there since you bought this place. What you ain’t got space for lil ‘ole me in your bed anymore?”
Bam pouted, reaching forward to tickle his friends’ ribs making Ville squirm on the spot and making him note how his already tight jeans suddenly felt even tighter. He pulled out of Bam’s grasp. Leaving the skater with a confused look on his face.
“Ok I’ll just go to the loo, why don’t you go warm up the bed for me then honey.” Ville teased.
Bams only response was to poke out his tongue and pretend to mince off to the bedroom, just following orders…
Ville collapsed through the bathroom door leaning on it shut behind him.
Come on Ville get a hold of yourself, he’s not going to be interested in a queer like you, he likes girls remember, he likes Jenn, and you almost made him hate you tonight!
He looked down and noted how much strain was being put on the front of his black jeans from his throbbing hard-on. He peeled them off, carefully folding them an putting them into the laundry basket, walked to the toilet, leant on the wall in front of him he reached down to his hard on, immediately started to stroke his cock roughly, he pictured Bam as he’d been in the bar that night, laughing and joking, he removed Jenn out of the picture and replaced himself in her place, with Bam’s arm round his shoulders, Bam kissing him, perhaps dropping his hand below the table to stroke Ville through his jeans. He pictured Bam right now lying naked in Ville’s huge gothic oak bed, beckoning to him from the silk sheets. He shuddered as he came into the toilet bowel just as the door opened to the image of Bam standing there in his boxers. Bam forced himself not to ogle Ville’s naked butt.
Ville looked over his shoulder. “Dude, what the fuck get out I'm taking a piss.”
“Sorry man you just took so long, hey if you taking a piss why ain’t you pissing…ooh...oopsy sorry I’ll wait in bed” Bam realising why his friend had been so long, he was having some “alone time”.
Bam smiled to himself as he backed out of the door, wonder if he was thinking about me like how I think about him. Get real Bam, tonight he was jealous of you pulling instead of him…or was he? Dammit of course he was, what you think he was jealous of Jenn, get real!
“Ok you caught me,” Ville joked trying to hide the fact he was blushing a deep red.
He jumped in beside his friend, now he was wearing a clean pair of black shorts.
“So what you wanna do now drink more, watch T.V or a movie, have a chat or sleep?” the American asked.
“Erm, up to you tonight, I don’t feel like drinking anymore though.” The Finn replied.
“Oh I'm so glad you said that I think I’ll throw up if I drink anymore.” Bam said.
“Well I've checked the TV mag,” he said gesturing to the magazine on the floor. “And there’s nothing on the box, so you wanna sleep or talk, I'm not sleepy though.” After seeing you having a jerk, that thought’s enough to keep me up all night. Literally.
“OK then,” replied the sultry voice of the slender pale figure beside him, “stay up all night talking it is.”
tbc...
Hope you like, also hope this stupid lj cut thing has worked dunno if i did it right tho