My Sweet Prince

A/N: Old story but long ... eight chapters, I think. Enjoy. :) and of course usual disclaimer, I don't own anyone and this is fiction.

Ville clung to Migé's shirt. He was humming, his cigarette half hanging out of his mouth. He smiled at Bam who joined him in humming the song they both knew. They were bar hopping again as usual. For once, they managed to make Bam leave his camera at the hotel, and snuck off without any of their tagalong entourage. It was just the three of them, out for a good time.

Ville smiled again, now looking at Migé. Migé was his best friend, other then Bam. But...he didn't just want Migé to be a best friend. He wanted more. He didn't let his smile waver as his stomach turned and his head antagonized over his secret. He took a deep drag of his cigarette and reminded himself that he was out to have a good time, not think about his problems with his sexuality.

Little did Ville know of the feelings his two best friends held for him. He didn't know how happy Migé was having Ville so close to him, almost pressed up against his back as they walked. He didn't know how jealous Bam was getting that Migé got to be so close to the person he admired. All of them were oblivious to each other's feelings because of society's morals.

Migé halted quickly, making Ville run straight against his back.

"Mmph." Ville muttered at the surprise. Well, a surprise, but a nice one. He paused, thinking how warm his friend was before stepping back and acting mad. "What was that for?"

"Umm...I just figured we could go in this bar. Because if we just keep walking around...I think we'll get more lost then we already are."

"I know where we are." Bam growled.

"No you don't." Ville laughed, letting go of Migé's shirt to chase Bam up the street. Bam laughed before tripping and falling and having Ville trip and fall over him.

"It's fucking cold down here." Ville said, muffled because of the cigarette still in his mouth. Migé's shadow fell over the two of them.

"Yes, it's fucking cold up here too, so let's go somewhere."

"Do you really know where we are Bammy boy?" asked Ville, as Bam untangled himself from Ville to get up.

Bam's heart skipped a beat. God, why did Ville always have to give him those nicknames? The thoughts that popped into his head everytime he said something like that. "Actually...I have no fucking clue." He smiled like an idiot.

Ville and Migé looked at each other. "Bar it is then." nodded Ville, as he grabbed Migé's hand to get up.