heartache every moment *RE-POSTED*
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Category:
Singers/Bands/Musicians › HIM
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
1,882
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
heartache every moment *RE-POSTED*
Bam margera stood in a dark corner nursing his beer, watching everyone around him having a great time. He'd been invited to H.I.M's end of tour party and at the time had thought it was a good idea. He was beginning to regret coming though, as he watched the man he'd loved secretly for years, flirting and grinding on the dancefloor with anybody that caught his eye.
** Why? why can't he tell how much he's hurting me like this, how much I love him? I know he's not against sleeping with men so why doesn't he flirt with me like that? **
Bam's musings were interupted by the object of his affections invading his personal space.
"Bam, darling! how are you? you've been in this corner by yourself all evening, what's wrong?"
Bam tried hard not to moan as Ville kissed him full on the lips, but reminded himself that Ville always kissed everyone like that, it didn't mean anything, it was just Ville being Ville.
"Ville, how much have you had to drink? you smell like you've bathed in your beer, not drunk it"
"I might be a little drunk but nothing for you worry about, love. Now what's wrong with you? anything I can help you with?"
** Yeah, you can stop flirting with those worthless groupies and fuck me instead, I'd be fine then **
"Nothing's wrong Ville, I just felt like being on my own for a while, you know how it is, too much overcrowding I guess" Bam said in his best cheerful voice, hoping that his friend was too drunk to notice that he was lying. Luckily for him, ville accepted his excuse and went over to the bar to talk to Linde.
Two hours later and Bam was trying hard to control the anger and grief that was welling up inside him, partly because of the amount of alcohol he had consumed and partly because Ville, his beautiful, darling Ville, was standing in the middle of the dancefloor with his tongue down the throat of some groupie, some MALE groupie that had managed to blag his way into the private party.
As he watched the guys hands slide inside the back of Ville's tight, black jeans, something inside Bam snapped. He knew he had to get Ville away from that guy and he also knew that he was going to have Ville tonight, whether Ville wanted to be had or not
** Why? why can't he tell how much he's hurting me like this, how much I love him? I know he's not against sleeping with men so why doesn't he flirt with me like that? **
Bam's musings were interupted by the object of his affections invading his personal space.
"Bam, darling! how are you? you've been in this corner by yourself all evening, what's wrong?"
Bam tried hard not to moan as Ville kissed him full on the lips, but reminded himself that Ville always kissed everyone like that, it didn't mean anything, it was just Ville being Ville.
"Ville, how much have you had to drink? you smell like you've bathed in your beer, not drunk it"
"I might be a little drunk but nothing for you worry about, love. Now what's wrong with you? anything I can help you with?"
** Yeah, you can stop flirting with those worthless groupies and fuck me instead, I'd be fine then **
"Nothing's wrong Ville, I just felt like being on my own for a while, you know how it is, too much overcrowding I guess" Bam said in his best cheerful voice, hoping that his friend was too drunk to notice that he was lying. Luckily for him, ville accepted his excuse and went over to the bar to talk to Linde.
Two hours later and Bam was trying hard to control the anger and grief that was welling up inside him, partly because of the amount of alcohol he had consumed and partly because Ville, his beautiful, darling Ville, was standing in the middle of the dancefloor with his tongue down the throat of some groupie, some MALE groupie that had managed to blag his way into the private party.
As he watched the guys hands slide inside the back of Ville's tight, black jeans, something inside Bam snapped. He knew he had to get Ville away from that guy and he also knew that he was going to have Ville tonight, whether Ville wanted to be had or not