Too Much Of Not Enough - Chapter 30.

Title: Too Much Of Not Enough - Chapter 30.
Author: musicophilia, a.k.a ecstatic_agony
Rating: PG-13 through to NC-17
Pairing: Vam, eventually.
Summary: Ville is driving himself down the path to destruction and Bam is scared, but will his reaction drive them apart... Or closer? [The alternative tale of Ville's rehabilitation.]
Disclaimer: About as true as Don Vito is sexy Ville is fat...
Feedback: For this fic, I honestly need to know what your thoughts are.
Warnings: It will be a little angsty, a little painful, maybe a touch fluffy.
Dedication: foxriverinmate and slasher48 for their awesome help!
Author's Note: Please see Chapter 1 for my note.
Author's Note #2: Sorry this one took so long, but life has been hectic! Sadly, don't expect another chapter for a couple weeks - but seeing as I have two weeks off work over Christmas, I'll probably do a lot of writing; that means more frequent updates.
Previous Chapters: Here.




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Chapter 30.


"Pizza?" Bam asked, smiling and frowning at the same time. "Why can’t you have pizza?"

"I don’t think they’d deliver here, Bam." Now in the kitchen, Ville crossed his arms over his chest, leaning against the counter.

"True," Bam laughed, walking to the refrigerator. "But we can make it ourselves."

"You’re going to tell me there’s frozen pizza in there?" Ville raised his eyebrow sceptically, pointing at the freezer.

"No, there’s not," Bam retorted in a cheeky tone, "I was just making sure the cheese is still good... And it is... Ever made dough, Ville?"

"Dough?" Ville looked at Bam, narrowing his eyes when he saw a slightly mischievous glint in those blue eyes. "Of course I have. When I was six."

"Well there’s one of those bread making machines in here," Bam went to the pantry and opened the door, and right down the bottom, in the back corner, sat two boxes; one was the bread machine, the other was full of packaged bread mixes and yeast. "And you can use them to make dough; April did it a tonne of times when Vito wanted pizza and all the local places refused to deliver to him anymore."

When Bam snorted at his own comment, Ville gave up holding back his giggles and they ended up laughing together as Bam pulled the machine out of the box. Ville grabbed the instruction booklet, flipping through the recipe section until he found directions for making pizza dough.

Everything they needed was in the other box, except for the water they had to add. Following the directions, they put everything into the machine and set it to go.

"I hope you still want pizza by the time the dough is ready," Bam teased, seeing as it would take a while to rise. "Otherwise I’ll be getting fat."

"No you won’t sweetheart," Ville replied with a grin. "I’ll be eating it, trust me... Speaking of eating; how’s our Daisy girl?"

Bam giggled quietly at Ville’s tone as he crouched down to open the box that was still in the kitchen. Daisy was awake, and she immediately looked up when Ville and Bam peered in. She developed an expectant look in her eyes when she recognised the faces gazing down at her, because they meant one thing to her – Food.

"She’s hungry," Bam chuckled, going to the fridge to retrieve some of Daisy’s food. He returned within seconds, carefully placing half a dozen little balls into a pile in the bottom of the box. "There you go, sweetie."

"Aww Bam," Ville teased, winking at the skater. "You called her ‘sweetie’."

"Nu-uh, I didn’t," Bam pouted, trying to pretend he hadn’t said it. "You imagined it."

"Oh psh," Ville waved his hand dismissively at Bam, rolling his eyes playfully. "Whatever you say, Bammie. Now leave Daisy to eat, wash your hands and come sit with me on the sofa."

"Yes, Sir," Bam replied, his eyes still sparkling as he grinned. He turned to wash his hands and Ville went to the lounge room to make himself comfortable on the sofa.

Deciding to purposefully take up as much space as he could, Ville flopped himself onto the sofa, on his back. He stretched his long legs out until his feet touched the arm rest, and lifted his arms above his head, barely resting them beneath his hair. He closed his eyes, and still smiling, he waited for the skater.

"And where am I supposed to sit?" Bam asked a moment later when he walked into the room. His voice caused Ville to open his eyes; two sparkling emerald pools that almost took Bam’s breath away.

"Anywhere you like, sweetheart," Ville breathed, not realising how husky his voice had gone. The deeper tone sounded even hotter than it should have, and Bam felt a brief weakening of his knees.

Bam gazed down at Ville, letting his eyes take in every inch of the Finn, from his fingers to his toes. He enjoyed it most when he let his eyes linger over Ville’s mid-section; low-riding PJ pants with a very tight shirt that rode up to expose tattooed flesh. As he contemplated what he was going to do, he obliviously licked his lips and wiped his hands on the back of his pants, finally dragging his gaze back to Ville’s face.

"How about I just sit here," Bam said in a soft voice, lifting Ville’s legs into the air. Bam sat down in their place, tugging them back down so they were resting across his lap. "I don’t wanna squash you."

"You wouldn’t squash me," Ville replied, seeing Bam pick up the television remote before the Finn closed his eyes. The television was turned on, and the channel-surfing began. Bam’s other hand however, had fallen to Ville’s thigh. The channel-surfing stopped, and then soft fingers were trailed back and forth over Ville’s clothed legs, getting higher and higher each time.

"Mmm," Ville groaned quietly in appreciation, enjoying Bam’s delicate, gentle touch. "Feel’s nice."

"Uh-huh," Bam murmured back, finding himself calmed by the movements of his own hands, their repetitive circling motion relaxing him somewhat. "Nice..."

Eyes still closed, Ville let himself fall deeper into his relaxed state, barely even noticing the sound of the television. Bam’s hand was creeping higher still, and it was obvious that he wasn’t doing it intentionally. The skater gazed blankly at the television, not really paying attention to it; he was practically lulling himself to sleep.

Ville felt Bam’s hand begin to brush over his stomach, mostly around his navel. It was soft and soothing, and he still couldn’t believe how content Bam made him feel, especially at that very moment. He let out a quiet groan of appreciation as Bam’s fingers feathered over the base of his ribs and back down to cross his belly button.

Bam slowly blinked his eyes, taking a deep breath in. He let it out slowly, trying to bring himself back to full awareness. His arm was beginning to cramp, so he shifted a little, repositioning his shoulder so he was more comfortable. He continued to rub and caress Ville’s stomach, his fingers moving lower so they could trace over Ville’s winged heartagram tattoo. The Finn’s body twitched visibly when Bam touched the bottom of the heart, and he squirmed a little before suddenly grabbing hold of Bam’s hand.

"Bammie, no... Stop." Ville murmured, half asleep. "Don’t do that... Not there... I don’t wanna get a hard-on."

"Sorry," Bam replied sheepishly, even though he had no idea Ville’s lower stomach was so sensitive. He made a mental note of it though, and filed it away for future reference. "I didn’t know."

"S’okay," Ville mumbled, finally letting go of Bam’s hand. "I’m just weird."

"No, you’re not," Bam chuckled quietly, his fingers running back and forth over Ville’s legs again. "You’re definitely not weird, babe."

"That’s so relaxing, Bam." Ville let out a soft sigh of pleasure as the skater continued to trace random lines and patterns over his legs. "I don’t ever wanna get off this sofa."

Bam let out a soft laugh, unable to stop himself from smiling adoringly at Ville. He looked so peaceful with his eyes closed and his hair cascading over the cushion that was beneath his head. His skin looked brighter and his face appeared finer than before. Bam was really astonished at how much healthier he looked, especially after only eight days. He was such a beautiful man, inside and out, and Bam just couldn’t believe that he’d befriended such an angel.

A loud beep startled Bam from his relaxed stupor sometime later, and he remembered that they were meant to be making pizza. Stretching out his tired arms, he let out a yawn before turning his gaze to Ville.

"Vil," Bam spoke quietly, placing his hand on the Finn’s shoulder. "Wake up, baby."

"I’m not asleep," Ville mumbled back quietly, not even bothering to open his eyes. "Sorta."

"Well, sorta wake up," Bam giggled softly, brushing the strands of hair from Ville’s face as he opened his eyes. "And we can go make pizza."

Ville crossed his arms over his chest and put on his best pout, complete with those undeniable puppy-dog eyes. "I’m sleepy."

"Oh, God," Bam sighed in mock annoyance, rolling his eyes exaggeratedly. "Fine, I’ll go do all the hard work, then."

"Bammie, shut up," Ville whined, whacking Bam on the shoulder with a cushion. "I’ll come help, just... Gimme five minutes more?"

"As if I could say no to that face." Bam grinned at Ville, gently moving the Finn’s long legs from his own so that he could get up. He went into the kitchen and set about turning the blob of dough into a base for a pizza.

Ville wandered into the kitchen just after Bam had put the kneaded and stretched dough onto a tray. On the counter next to it, there was a bowl of what looked like pizza sauce, and a bowl of shredded cheese.

"Can I watch?" Ville asked with a wink as he sat himself on one of the stools on the opposite side of the counter to where Bam stood.

"Yeah, of course," Bam laughed, grabbing a spoon so he could start spreading sauce on the base. "Do you want anything other than cheese?"

"Nah," Ville replied slowly, after thinking for a moment. "Nothing else comes to mind... Cheese will do."

"You got it," Bam nodded, and he began tossing the shredded bits of cheese around the pizza base. When he was done, he stuck it in the hot oven and then went to the cupboard that held the mugs. "Coffee, babe?"

"Yeah, why not." Ville smiled at Bam, then glanced down at his cigarette packet, and back to Bam. "How long will that take to cook?"

"About as long as it’ll take to have a smoke, Valo... So yes, we can go outside." Bam rolled his eyes playfully and finished pouring their coffees. Handing one to Ville, they both went out to the front porch.

Ville lit his cigarette and gazed around at the heavy sky as he drew back deeply. It appeared darker than usual, and he could see what appeared to be thick, grey clouds looming above.

"Looks nasty up there tonight, Bam." Ville indicated toward the sky with his eyes as he took another drag on his cigarette. "Really cloudy."

"Yeah, it is a bit, huh." Bam frowned in the general direction of the moon, a look of contemplation on his face. "Maybe it’s gonna rain... Hey, I know I always ask you this, but what do you wanna do tonight?"

"What people usually do when they have pizza – watch a movie."

"You’re not sick of watching movies yet?" Bam raised his eyebrows, trying not to smirk. "I was too scared to suggest it."

"No, it’s good," Ville finally spoke after they’d both stopped laughing. "I like to spend quiet time with you like that... Keeps me in the right frame of mind, you know? Like... Why would I want to be having a drink at a bar when I’m so happy and comfortable on the sofa, watching a movie with you?"

"I just don’t want you to get bored, I guess." Bam looked thoughtfully at Ville, smiling a little self consciously. "It’s not like I can give you any of that intellectual conversation shit."

"You’d be surprised at your intellect, darling," Ville spoke, his voice a bit lower than usual. "Not that it matters; it’s your heart and soul I’m interested in."

"... And... My body?"

"Yes, sweetheart," Ville snickered, trying not to laugh at Bam’s corny, overdramatic pout. "And your body."

"Good," Bam nodded, his tone stern. He stubbed out his cigarette and downed the last of his coffee before standing up. "Now let’s go have pizza."


~*~


A couple of hours later, Ville and Bam were both sprawled side by side on the sofa, leaning back against the many cushions as they watched a random movie on television. Their pizza had turned out perfectly, and the entire thing had been eaten, although mostly by Bam. Their empty plates sat on the coffee table, along with two empty mugs.

"Bam, what’s that?" Ville asked, pointing toward the television screen. "At the bottom."

"Huh?" Bam murmured, squinting hard at the television until his eyes adjusted enough to read the small line of scrolling text. "It’s a storm warning... For here; shit. Severe thunderstorms and possible hail stones. That’s not good."

"What do we do?" Ville asked, looking at the skater. "I mean, do we need to do anything before a storm like this?"

"Well, all the windows are closed already; there’s not much else we can do, I don’t think."

"Do you think you should close those wooden shutters on the windows so they don’t get broken if it does hail?"

"What shutters?" Bam asked, giving Ville a look of absolute confusion.

"The wooden shutters on the outside of the cabin, Bam." Ville sighed, rolling his eyes. "You know, the rectangle things at either side of... Oh, never mind; I can’t believe you didn’t even know they were there."

"Hey," Bam shot back defensively, trying not to smile. "It’s not my fault that I’m not a details kinda guy."

"Oh, give it up, you cockhead," Ville chuckled, nudging Bam’s thigh with his foot. "Let’s go close the shutters so the windows don’t break."

"You don’t even care about the windows," Bam retorted, a grin on his face. "You just want the room to be extra dark in the morning."

"Hey, I hadn’t thought of that," Ville laughed as Bam got up. "Even more reason to do it. Come on."

"Nah, you stay and I’ll go," Bam said after giggling at Ville’s response. "I don’t want you to go out there if it’s gonna rain; I guarantee you’ll catch a cold because of your immune system, and then I’ll get it from you, and we’ll both be miserable."

"True," Ville mused, smirking at the thought of them snarking at one another. "Well, go now before it rains."

"Yeah, yeah," Bam muttered, waving his hand dismissively at Ville as he went toward the front door. Ville giggled quietly to himself, and rolled over onto his side, making it easier to see the television. He tossed and turned, moving around in an effort to find the best position. He had just gotten comfortable when Bam returned, placing a flashlight on the coffee table. "All done; happy?"

"Yes," Ville smiled, moving forward on the sofa so there was a long gap between his back and the back of the sofa. "Come lay with me?"

"Okay," Bam whispered, smiling almost shyly as he climbed over Ville’s legs and slipped into place behind the Finn’s body. "How’s that?"

"Perfect," Ville murmured, letting his eyes slip shut for a moment.

"You happy watching this, babe?" Bam asked, indicating to the television. "Want me to change it?"

"Yeah, you can leave it if you want," Ville’s words were murmured quietly, and Bam guessed he was falling asleep. "Or change it if you want..."

"It’s okay," Bam replied, running the palm of his hand softly down the length of Ville’s arm. "I’m happy watching this."

Ville murmured something wordless in response, and Bam continued to feather his palm and fingers over Ville’s arm. Outside, Bam could hear the rain falling, and it became louder and louder the heavier it got, forcing him to increase the volume of the television. In the distance, a few low rumbles of thunder could be heard, and Bam could tell that the storm was heading their way.

Just as the thought crossed Bam’s mind, there was an almighty clap of thunder right above them, making both men jump in shock. Not a second later, the lights flickered a couple times, and then the entire cabin fell into pitch black silence.

"Fuck," Bam hissed, sighing loudly. "The power’s gone."

"Uh-oh," Ville murmured, holding on to Bam’s hand as it brushed past his own. "Do you think it’s the entire area, or just the cabin?"

"It’ll be everywhere, I reckon," Bam sighed, rolling his eyes in the darkness. "I didn’t see any major lightning, so I suppose nothing close by could have been struck."

"Well, let’s light the fire, then," Ville suggested, feeling for his cigarette lighter on the coffee table in front of them. "And some candles."

"Sounds good," Bam nodded, kissing Ville quickly on the neck as he moved to get up. Ville could hear Bam crossing the room, but considering it was completely dark, he didn’t even bother turning his head to look. It sounded like Bam had gone toward the bedrooms, and Ville guessed it was so he could get some candles.

Sure enough, Bam returned a moment later with a few candles. He placed them on the coffee table, and before he had even finished emptying his arms, Ville started lighting the wicks.

"That’s better," Ville murmured, the flickering orange-yellow of the flame casting strange shadows all over the room. It may have looked slightly spooky, but it was better than having to shuffle around in the darkness. As he lit the last candle, Ville spotted the flashlight Bam had left on the coffee table earlier, and he began to laugh.

"What’s so funny?" Bam asked, a smile on his face.

"This," Ville replied, picking up the flashlight. "I guess we forgot it was there."

"Oh yeah," Bam chuckled, walking toward the fire place. He knelt down and put some logs in it and set about getting the fire crackling heartily. When he was done, Bam turned around, only to find Ville had sprawled himself out in the middle of the mattress "Hey."

"Hey yourself," Ville replied, smiling up lazily at Bam. "Gonna lie with me?"

"Nah," Bam smiled, looking down at Ville with twinkling eyes. "I think I’ll sit here for a while; better view and all... How’s your hip going now, anyway?"

"My hip?" Ville asked, having pretty much forgotten about his little injury. "I guess it’s better; I haven’t noticed it lately, probably because I forgot about it..."

"Want me to have a look?" Bam asked, and Ville could tell it was a simple, innocent question with no hidden agenda behind it.

"Yeah, why not," Ville shrugged, twisting his waist a little so Bam would have better access to his hip. He tugged the side of his pyjama pants down, and Bam gazed intently at his skin, bravely letting his fingers reach out to caress the delicious curve.

"Wow, the bruise is practically gone," Bam said when he sat up again, pulling Ville’s pants back into place. His hand still remained in contact with Ville’s body though, having moved up toward the base of his ribs. "There’s just a tiny bit of yellow that still needs to fade."

"Uh-huh," Ville murmured, enjoying Bam’s touch all over again. He felt the skater’s fingers drawing careless, messy patterns over his belly, and when he ventured a little too low, Ville jumped and pulled away.

"Sorry," Bam cringed immediately, pulling his hand away with lightning speed. "Accident."

"I know," Ville replied gently, "It’s okay... I guess it just feels better if I get hard the normal way, that’s all... Bammie?"

"Yeah?" Bam breathed, gazing down at the Finn.

"Kiss?"

Bam couldn’t help smiling at Ville’s request, and he let his eyes roam the length of the Finn’s body before he spoke. "Where do you want to be kissed?"

"Anywhere you want to kiss me, Bam."

Ville’s eyes had an irresistible sparkle in them and Bam found he was having trouble looking away from that beautiful face. He was essentially being presented with a Finnish buffet, and he had no idea what he wanted to try first.

Moving from his sitting position beside him on the mattress, Bam ended up on top of Ville, leaning forward as he straddled the Finn’s narrow waist. He bent down, bringing their lips together in a slow, sweet kiss that left them both panting for breath.

"Everywhere," Bam murmured when his breathing had slowed. "Kiss you everywhere..."

Ville didn’t respond with words, but the whimpered moan he let out was like music to Bam’s ears. He pulled the Finn up into a sitting position, stretching his arms above his head. Bam then reached for the hem of his shirt and lifted it up and over his arms and head, and completely out of the way.

"Much better," Bam whispered, still straddled over Ville’s lap. His left arm snaked behind the Finn’s head, cupping it gently as their tongues came together in another kiss, this time with much more passion and need. Bam gently pushed Ville backwards, supporting him with the hand behind his head as they moved.

Now both laying down again, Bam eased himself back a little, breaking the delicious contact they shared. The first kiss he gave to Ville was on his jaw line. The next; his throat. Bam let his lips travel down Ville’s neck to his chest where nipples were purposefully ignored. Bam continued down the Finn’s torso, ribs, stomach and navel. Ville was making some very erotic sounds, and Bam was in absolute ecstasy. He reached down to Ville’s ankles, and he began to tug his pyjama pants up each leg, exposing the Finn’s smooth, pale skin.

Before Ville could ask what Bam was doing, the skater took up where he left off, his warm, wet lips kissing just beneath the Finn’s navel, purposefully avoiding the sensitive area. The next kiss landed on the top of Ville’s exposed thigh, and from there, Bam travelled down the length of one leg, and back up the other, over his stomach and chest, and back to his neck.

"Look, baby," Bam whispered huskily, his breath tickling Ville’s ear. "Look how aroused you are... You got hard the normal way, like you wanted."

Although he was already aware of his erection, Ville couldn’t help himself from glancing down at his tented pants, for he was simply following Bam’s gaze. An electric spark of arousal, need, and pride surged through his veins when he thought about what Bam had said. He let out a soft whimper when their eyes met again, and Bam was kissing him forcefully within seconds.

Bam let his hips rock against Ville’s as they continued to kiss and writhe together on the mattress. He could feel Ville’s hips coming up to meet his with each movement they made, and it was heaven. Bam felt himself spiralling out of control, and he had to pace himself, even if it meant interrupting their pleasure.

"Hey," Bam whispered, trying to catch his breath. "Do you wanna sleep out here all night?"

"Nu-uh," Ville replied, shaking his head. "Not dark enough."

"Okay," Bam nodded, sitting up. "Baby, let me take you to bed?"

"All right," Ville eventually whispered, nodding his head with a timid look on his face.

"Come on," Bam murmured, hauling himself off the mattress and into a standing position. He held out his hand for Ville, and helped him to stand up as well. Bam picked up one of the candles and slowly, he led the Finn across the room to the hall. Their bare feet padded softly across the wooden floor as they walked, hand in hand, into the bedroom.


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