My Sweet Prince

Ville got into Bam's room and shut the door behind him with his foot. He gently lay Bam down on the bed. He pulled off his hat and coat and threw them in a chair before taking off Bam's hat and coat and throwing them aside. He paused a moment to look down at him. It wasn't until he was looking at him now that he knew. He liked Bam too. But what his heart felt could never overcome what his head told him. Bam would never love him. Ever. Bam was straight. But for right now, he could still dream.

Ville gently brushed some of Bam's hair out of his face. He brushed a hand gently across Bam's cheek and then ran his fingers through Bam's soft hair. Smiling, he pulled back the blankets and covered up the younger man.

"Bam," he whispered. "You don't even know how beautiful you are." Ville felt his eyes start to get heavy as he yawned and he knew he should go back to his room and go to sleep, but he didn't want to leave Bam's side. Before he knew it, he was curled up against Bam's back, fast asleep.


Bam awoke to sunlight flooding the room. He rubbed his eyes quick and waited for them to adjust. Then he felt something warm pressed up against him. He rolled over slowly, and found it was Ville, curled in a ball. He looked gorgeous even in sleep. Bam couldn't help but grin happily. The most perfect man in the world was lying in his bed. Then his grin faded when he searched his memory for a reason why.

'I remember going into that lame ass bar...and then...waking up here.' He looked down at Ville's face again and decided he didn't care what reason Ville was in his bed. He didn't hear the door gently creep open, or see Migé look into the room. Migé could only watch as Bam bit his lip before leaning down and kissing Ville gently. He felt jealous...then hurt. How could Bam like the only man he ever felt could love him? How...? It hurt to see Bam still staring down at the gorgeous man. Without thinking, he just slammed the door open and ran and hopped into the very large bed.

"Holy fu--" Bam yelled. Ville's eyes flew open and he saw Migé sprawled out on the bed, him and Bam. He couldn't help but start laughing.

"That is fucking random, Migé."

"Good morning." he smiled happily at them.

Ville was still laughing and holding his stomach. "Oh-my-god-what-a-wakeup-call!" he managed to say. Migé continued to smile at them as if nothing was wrong, Ville continued to laugh, and Bam continued to be confused with a strange look on his face.