I've Crossed Oceans Of Wine To Find You

A/N: Awww more fluff. I think one of my very special, faithful readers will love this one. This is for Crimson_Revenge because they seem to understand my feelings about Ville and Bam better then anyone else here. and of course usual disclaimer, I don't own anyone and this is fiction.

Drinking ... drink drink drink. Easy to escape everything if you have a bit of alcohol, isn't it? Easy to pretend nothing means nothing when you're drunk and you play around. Everything is easy until you sober up.

'Can't spend your whole life drunk, Ville.' the Finnish rock star told himself.

'Well I can damn well try.' Another part of him answered. His beautiful eyes went blank as he drown all his sorrows into the minibar. His best friend came up to him, and only then did his eyes shine again.

"Ville ... Ville ... " Bam's words slurred worse then his.

"Bam?"

The skateboarder wrapped his arms around Ville's waist, closing his eyes and grinning stupidly. "My buddy, Ville."

Ville laughed. "You high, Bammy?"

"No no. Just happy and warm. Kinda sleepy." he mumbled, clinging to Ville.

"Sleepy? Maybe we should find a bed ... " Ville snickered, turning and kissing Bam gently on the cheek. He didn't care if Bam's friends were only a few seats away, watching. Tommorow everyone would just think it was a big joke.

To Bam ... he was sick of everything being a big joke. Yes, Bam fucking Margera, sick of a joke for once. Somewhere down inside his foolish heart, he loved that Finnish man with all of himself, but that man only loved him back when he was drunk. Nothing had gone past a few touches, kisses here and there, and Ville's endless jokes. Jokes ... it wasn't even funny anymore. Not funny when it feels like something is clawing at your soul. He wrapped his arms around Ville tighter, feeling tears come to eyes. He was so sick of hiding ...

Ville hugged him back, as the bar started to seem to spin and everything was really bright all of the sudden. He could smell Bam's new jacket and feel his friend's warm body pressing into him and the next thing he knew ...

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Ville woke up with the sun pouring in through the window, blinding him as he sat up.

"Fuckin' hell ... " he mumbled. He stumbled over to the window and pulled the curtains over it before laying back down in the bed again. He looked over to the other side of the bed and rubbed his eyes. He paused as he noticed a figure under the blankets, sleeping peacefully.

'What the hell ...' he thought to himself. He didn't remember a god damn thing after Bam was hugging him at the bar ... Ville pulled back the blankets a bit to take a look at who exactly was by him. Who else? Not a girl, not even a random guy he didn't know ... hell it wasn't even Mig�. Of course it was one Brandon Cole Margera, with the most content, innocent look on his face that no one had probably ever seen since he was a little kid.

Ville blinked a few times, trying to let the scene soak into his mind.

'Yes Ville, Bam is in your bed, and oh look at that. Neither of you have clothes on.' Something in his head told himself. He gently smacked himself in the forehead with his fist. 'Good job, Ville. You just had sex with your best friend, whom you're secretly in love with, and you don't even remember what the fuck happened!'

Ville sighed and stared at Bam again. He really did look innocent when he was asleep. He smiled gently. He didn't regret that whatever happened last night ... did happen. He DID regret the fact that he had no clue what did go on. He wanted to remember the first time Bam and him ... Ville cut his thoughts short with another sigh. How could he have been thinking about sleeping with Bam in the first place? He wasn't even ever planning on telling Bam of his own little obsession. He only showed Bam how he felt when he was drunk. Drunk ... fucking alcohol got him into this mess. And he knew damn well he was going to have to tell the man lying next to him how he really felt ... but no one ever said it was going to be easy.

He felt his stomach turn out of nervousness when he heard Bam yawn and roll over.

"... Ville?"

Ville turned to look at him. Bam's face was bright red. The situation he was in was just beginning to sink in. Bam then remembered what had happened the night before and his face turned crimson.

Bam's thoughts began to race. 'Oh fuck. Does he know? Does he remember? Fuck me. Fuck me. Kill me now!'

"Erm ... Bam ... " Ville spoke up softly.

"Yeah?" Bam's voice was barely above a whisper.

"... Do you know ... what happened?"

"We ... were drunk and tired and ... randomly decided to get naked?" Bam cringed the second the words were out of his mouth.

"I ... really doubt that happened, Bam." Ville looked down. Part of him was slightly amused by Bam's lame excuse, but he knew he couldn't laugh right now.

"Then ... then ... " Bam's voice seemed to catch in his throat and he tried to hide deeper down in the blankets. "Then ... did it mean anything to you?"

"Bam ... " Ville looked down into Bam's gorgeous ice blue eyes and let out a deep breath. "I wish I could remember what happened sweetheart, because you mean the world to me."

Bam paused, not even sure what to say next. He actually wasn't expecting Ville to answer that way. "You're ... I mean, you're not lying? You really ... I thought you only did this because you were drunk."

"Drinking ... yeah. I guess if I hadn't been drinking I wouldn't have gotten the courage to do anything. I was too scared to tell you how I really felt." Ville said all this quietly, twisting the end of the blanket in his hands.

"How fucking stupid of us to not want to talk to each other, right?" Bam laughed weakly.

"Yeah." Ville looked at the skateboarder again. They both stared into each other's eyes before their lips met. Ville reached up to rest his hands on Bam's face and deepened the kiss. Maybe love wasn't as cruel as he thought it was ...

Pulling away, Bam fell gently against Ville and into his arms. "Ville ... " he whispered.

"Yes, Bammy?"

"I love you."

"I love you too." Ville said without hesitation, holding Bam tightly against him.

"You think maybe ... " Bam began, almost shyly. "You think we could try last night again?"

"Hmm ... " The singer smirked and looked down at his new lover. "Maybe ... so this time I can remember every second."

They kissed again and Ville pulled Bam's warm body right up against his as they got comfortable.

"You know what, love?" The Finnish man laughed low and softly.

"What?"

"I've crossed oceans of wine to find you. And I'd do it all over again, if I had to."

Bam just laughed and looked up into Ville's gorgeous face.

The End