How could i ever love another?

[get ready for a chapter that is choppy and jumps around a lot.]

The vase of roses look beautiful. Ville set it careful in the middle of his dinning table. Stepping stepped back and smiled knowing that Him and Bam spent all that time together. He looked behind him to see Bam in the kitchen taking out a pan and food. Bam wanted to make French toast for them because that was one of the few things he had learned to cook. Ville walked behind the skater and wrapped his arms around his lovers waist.

"You sure you want to do this?" Ville questioned as he kissed the back of Bam's head.

"You need to get used to this because I'm going to be here for two months and I'm going to try and cook for you a lot. " Bam gave a smirk and Ville giggled.

Ville left to have a cigarette and to let Bam focus on cooking. Within a few minutes Bam had completed the task of breakfast. Ville hugged the shorter man in pride. He remember last time Bam tried to make him breakfast it didn't end well...

Ville heard a scream and shot up awake. He could smell smoke and hear his smoke alarm but it was the scream of his lover that made him jump out of bed and run. He turned the corner to the kitchen to see half cooked eggs on the floor, toast burning in the toaster, and Bam trying to fight the flame burning his bacon. [ha-ha!] Ville took a lid from the cabinet and dropped fast on the fire and turned off the oven. Then he ran over and popped the toaster up to see quite black toast.

Ville rubbed his forehead then looked back at Bam who had a look of a child being caught shaving the cat. Ville only smile and moved to Bam.

"Were you trying to do make me breakfast?" he tried not to laugh at how messy Bam was. Bam only nodded and looked at the floor. Ville couldn't hold it anymore and burst into a deep laugh causing Bam to start laughing too. "Bam, What am I going to do with you!?"

"Hug me and kiss me then say 'that was a wonderful breakfast." Bam chuckled. And the Finn did just that to him. He loved that smaller blue eyed man so much he couldn’t be mad, ever.

...A week has passed since Bam has shown up to Ville's tower. Their sexual tension was on a high. Both felt the love but the most they'd do was kiss and hug. Bam wanted more so badly. He missed the feel of his loves naked body against his. Ville missed all the kisses and secret games they'd play. But most of all, they missed being able to love each other without discrimination.

They mostly spent their time at home together. Bam always tried to be as tender as he could with Ville but there wasn't much he could do without thinking of hurting Missy. He loved Missy but as a friend. He loved Ville more then anything.

As they sat in Ville bedroom they drank a bit of whiskey and cuddled. Bam started rambling about how he hated this and that. Ville wasn't as drunk but he felt tipsy enough to need to be quiet and just smile. It wasn't until bam got onto another hateful ramble that made Ville laugh.

"I hate Missy...Why? because she's a whiney, angry, bitch who hated me coming here. I hate her fucking attitude. I hate her damn family. I hate her damn voice. I also hate society! I hate how hatful and stupid people fucking are! Fuck!" Bam fell back on the bed and laid silent for a moment before Ville crawled over and started kissing him deeply. He loved what Bam had said about Missy, though it was mean.

Passion filled them, soon they we pulling off each other clothes and kissing any piece a flesh found. Once fully naked the grinded their erection against each other. Bam bit Ville’s neck sending a deep moan and making him throw his head back. They wanted this so badly. But something sobered Ville up in his mind and he pulled away from the kisses and sat back, still on top of Bam.

"Bam, we shouldn't do this." but bam didn't hear him. He only sat up and kissed Ville more. It was becoming harder and Harder to resist the younger man's kisses and caresses. Ville shook his head hard, "No...Bam please...ooh."

He gave in and fell to his side pulling Bam on top on him. He was ready to forget everything and just let what happens, happens. In the heat of passion they fell into each other. All night they made sweet love, not caring of anyone or anything.

At the end of the night, Bam laid with Ville on his chest panting. He was pretty much sober and didn't regret what he was doing. It felt to good to make him feel anything else.

"Ville, I don't regret this. " he said plainly before running his hands through his lovers hair.

"Neither do I. I love you." Ville pulled Bam down under the covers where they kissed more. This was perfect. This was meant tot be. Bam pulled away to get are and laid his head in the crook of Ville's neck.

"God, I love you." They weaved their bodies together tight and drifted to sleep. Bam dreamt of returning home to tell Missy it was off then returning to Finland to live out his days. Ville dreamt of the days before Jonna and Missy. He dreamt of their first kiss, first time, and how they wanted to get married one day...

[Yes next chapter will be about these things. I hope you like this one. I know I didn't describe the love making but this chapter was meant to get the view of how their love, to them, means more then anything.]