I started some kind of Drabble-Challenge-thing with my Mistress ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
sjpheartshim and since I am kinda just a bit too impatient for her getting hers done, I am already posting mine. First I am going to explain to you in short what this was about...
So me and Mistress did decide on getting our writing back to work well and started this request-thing. We both decide on a pairing for the other and give them also 3 to 5 things that should be in the story. We decided on having a word count between 100 and 1000 words, but I already broke that rule with almost 2000 words *coughs*
Anyhow... here are Mistress' 'wishes'
Bam and Trent ;)
(blame me cause I've never seen that paring)
+ It has to involve a dare of some sort, your choice
+ there should be a laptop in use at some point
+ bam should have on leather pants, before the dare of course
+ Closer is playing on the background
100-1000 words
Trent was sitting at the hotel's lounge, busy using his laptop. He had the day off before he had to perform another concert in the city. Checking his e-mails, he didn't care for all the people around him, most of them just passed by without even giving him a second glance. No one seemed to notice they were walking past a famous musician. And he was glad about that. He had time for himself without having to be in his weird smelling hotel suite. He had already talked to the management about wanting to get it cleaned. Hotel owners doing so much for celebrities was something he usually hated it, but in moments like this he quite liked it.
“Wow, I would have never thought of just running into you like this...” Trent suddenly heard someone say and glanced over his laptop to see a brown haired guy flop down sideways on the comfortable chair in front of him. He knew that man, but he had no idea who he really was only that he had seen him on TV a couple of times,Jackass he supposed and a couple of other things like that. This was clearly not the company he needed or wanted now.
“You're Trent, right? Trent Reznor.” For a moment Trent considered about just saying no, but that wouldn't be him, he wouldn't deny who he really was, he never did that and he wasn't planning on starting now. He knew that he could deal with him.
“Yes, that would be me and if you don't mind, I am busy here.” He replied after giving that guy one more look then turned his attention back to his laptop and his e-mails, they seemed much more important than the brunette sitting across from him, but luck wasn't on his side, the guy didn't just leave.
“I don't want to distract you or keep you from your work... I'm just a bit bored and since it's raining outside it isn't that much fun to go out and skate so I am kinda stuck inside here with like nothing to do.” Trent rolled his eyes and sighed heavily, shutting his laptop and putting it on the little table beside his chair. Not wanting to distract me, he thought irritably, the guy was talking without even stopping to breathe.
“You didn't need to stop doing whatever you were doing... I can leave you alone, seriously. I'm just sitting here and trying to pass the time until later tonight. I have to pick someone up from the airport later this evening, you know... it's one of my close friends, he's from Finland and I haven't seen him in ages and he is coming...”
“Could you shut up for one minute?” Trent growled and sat up a bit straighter, eying the guy. One eyebrow rose as he saw that the other wore leather pants. Kinda didn't fit him at all. He looked more athletic and leather pants were definitely not athletic and what did he say about skateboarding? Trent wondered how the guy could do that in leather pants, he wore them himself a few years back, but they weren't comfortable to do any kind of sports in them.
“Oh... yeah, sorry. I guess I'm talking too much, right? That's just the way I am, sorry for that.” A small smirk formed on Trent's lips, the guy was cute in his own special way and maybe he could spend some time with him. He just needed to get him out of those pants. They just weren't what he wanted to see on him.
“I bet you can do other things with your mouth besides talking.” Trent said and cocked his head a bit to the side. His smirk grew as he saw the other blushing a bit. “Would you...” But before he could finish his sentence a short blond girl in an expensive pantsuit walked over to them. “Mr. Reznor, I don't mean to interrupt your conversation but I just wanted to let you know that we got your suite cleaned up. We apologize for the inconvenience and if you have any other requests, please let us know.” The female appointee told him in an overly friendly way, knowing she would risk her loosing job if she said the wrong thing.
Trent nodded his head and gave her a soft smile, thanking her quickly and then waving her off. He knew that she didn't want to be there any longer, but she learned that the customer was the most important thing and his wishes were to be fulfilled.
“Do they always treat you like that? Why don't they do that for me? They are only that friendly to me when they want to get into my pants.” Trent watched how the other laughed and still tried to remember his name, it was something short, but he couldn't remember.
“Maybe you should be nicer to them and not try to destroy others possessions or just give them the right looks.” Trent shrugged. “What's your name? I think since you're already sitting here and keeping me from doing my work you might as well tell me what I should call you.”
“You don't know it?” The other asked laughing and held his hand out. “Bam. Bam Margera and don't ask... it is a nickname.” Trent nodded shortly and shook his hand.
“So Bam... why don't you come up to my room with me?” Trent asked, remembering what he wanted to ask this Bam as the hotel appointee had walked up to them.
"Uhm, you know... this is kinda not... not a good moment for that." Trent waited for Bam to go on, knowing he wasn't finished trying to talk his way out of it, trying to find a good enough excuse to just walk away from him. "Remember... I have this... friend... the one that I need to pick up from the airport. I can't let him wait, it was a long flight from Europe and all. He probably is really tired and I should try to get there in time and you know how that goes..."
"You said later this evening, Bam, so you have enough time now to keep me company." Trent smirked as he saw Bam blush and cough, clearly not all too comfortable with the situation. Maybe that was the reason for his rambling, but maybe he did that all the time, Trent didn't know. The only thing Trent hadn't had an answer for was why Bam did not want to join him. He clearly didn't come off as a guy who would say no to such an opportunity.
"So you did listen to me." Bam looked like a kid who got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Trent noticed that and his smirk grew a bit wider. "I didn't think you would have, you looked like you were really into your... whatever you were doing and I was just annoying you."
"Indeed, Mr. Margera, I did listen and you distracted me." Trent had the upper hand in this, Bam was way younger than him and did not seem to be that experienced when it came to situations like that or he didn't learn from his past encounters. "So are you coming?" He asked as he reached for his laptop and some papers, not wanting to leave important stuff behind.
"You really sure you want me to come? I mean... I don't want to invade your privacy or your..." Suddenly Bam abruptly stopped talking and Trent heard the familiar tune of a song playing in the background. With a grin he noticed that it was coming from Bam, to be more precise from his cell phone.
"You let me violate you... you let me desecrate you... you let me penetrate you..." Trent shook his head a bit with a soft laugh, he knew that Closer was one of his most famous hits, but not everyone would want the dirty lyrics on their cell phone. "Tsk tsk... you don't want to come join me in my suite, but your cell phones rings with one of my songs."
"Well... that is, you know a friend put it on there. I usually have other songs on there for when it rings and this does not mean anything, man, seriously..." And there he was rambling again Trent noticed with a satisfied smile noting the fact that he could manage to make the other that nervous.
"You should answer that." Trent gestured to Bam's pants from where the music came. Bam nodded and reached in his pocket to get his phone out and answer the call while Trent settled back down in the chair again, leaning back and sighing contently. He enjoyed playing a bit with Bam and already had some plans for them.
"What? You're at the airport? ... Why? ... And you just thought that I would pick your sorry ass up from there as well? ... I have still hours until I have to pick up, Ville! ... Sure I'll come, you know that, Random. ... Yeah, see you in bit."
Trent looked expectantly at Bam, wanting to know what that was about. "Yo... as much as I would love to have joined you in your suite... I gotta go and pick up another friend from the airport. Seems as if he made it here as well even though I didn't really invite him, but yeah... don't like to keep my friends waiting."
Before Trent really comprehended what Bam just told him, the skater was already on his feet with a wave in his direction wanting to run off. "Bam? I'll see you later in room 803. If you're not coming... well then I guess I have to see you in 517." Trent loved how Bam's eyes suddenly got wide and he stopped dead in his tracks.
"You... you know my room?" Trent just nodded and gestured for the other to leave. "You don't want to keep your friend waiting, remember?"
Bam shook his head, still wondering what Trent knew and what he didn't, but then he nodded and turned so he could leave.
Yes, Trent knew more about Bam than he let on. He wanted to play with him and it worked so well, he would have never imagined that it was that easy. He had heard from Bam's part time lover that it was so easy to manipulate Bam if you just did it the right way and obviously Trent found the right way. He was pleased with himself, but didn't wanted Bam to just run off like that. "Oh and Bam? I dare you to not wear this stupid leather pants, they don't look good on you. On your lover, yes, but not on you. Give them back to him and say my greetings to him when you pick him up from the airport later this evening."
Chapter 2
Thanks to Mistress for beta-ing again. You're the best, you know that. I told you last night and I am still all happy and excited for that package. Love you!!
Anyone having an idea for the title? Tell me, please. There might be a part two ;) and it would be nice to have a title.
sjpheartshim and since I am kinda just a bit too impatient for her getting hers done, I am already posting mine. First I am going to explain to you in short what this was about... So me and Mistress did decide on getting our writing back to work well and started this request-thing. We both decide on a pairing for the other and give them also 3 to 5 things that should be in the story. We decided on having a word count between 100 and 1000 words, but I already broke that rule with almost 2000 words *coughs*
Anyhow... here are Mistress' 'wishes'
Bam and Trent ;)
(blame me cause I've never seen that paring)
+ It has to involve a dare of some sort, your choice
+ there should be a laptop in use at some point
+ bam should have on leather pants, before the dare of course
+ Closer is playing on the background
100-1000 words
Trent was sitting at the hotel's lounge, busy using his laptop. He had the day off before he had to perform another concert in the city. Checking his e-mails, he didn't care for all the people around him, most of them just passed by without even giving him a second glance. No one seemed to notice they were walking past a famous musician. And he was glad about that. He had time for himself without having to be in his weird smelling hotel suite. He had already talked to the management about wanting to get it cleaned. Hotel owners doing so much for celebrities was something he usually hated it, but in moments like this he quite liked it.
“Wow, I would have never thought of just running into you like this...” Trent suddenly heard someone say and glanced over his laptop to see a brown haired guy flop down sideways on the comfortable chair in front of him. He knew that man, but he had no idea who he really was only that he had seen him on TV a couple of times,Jackass he supposed and a couple of other things like that. This was clearly not the company he needed or wanted now.
“You're Trent, right? Trent Reznor.” For a moment Trent considered about just saying no, but that wouldn't be him, he wouldn't deny who he really was, he never did that and he wasn't planning on starting now. He knew that he could deal with him.
“Yes, that would be me and if you don't mind, I am busy here.” He replied after giving that guy one more look then turned his attention back to his laptop and his e-mails, they seemed much more important than the brunette sitting across from him, but luck wasn't on his side, the guy didn't just leave.
“I don't want to distract you or keep you from your work... I'm just a bit bored and since it's raining outside it isn't that much fun to go out and skate so I am kinda stuck inside here with like nothing to do.” Trent rolled his eyes and sighed heavily, shutting his laptop and putting it on the little table beside his chair. Not wanting to distract me, he thought irritably, the guy was talking without even stopping to breathe.
“You didn't need to stop doing whatever you were doing... I can leave you alone, seriously. I'm just sitting here and trying to pass the time until later tonight. I have to pick someone up from the airport later this evening, you know... it's one of my close friends, he's from Finland and I haven't seen him in ages and he is coming...”
“Could you shut up for one minute?” Trent growled and sat up a bit straighter, eying the guy. One eyebrow rose as he saw that the other wore leather pants. Kinda didn't fit him at all. He looked more athletic and leather pants were definitely not athletic and what did he say about skateboarding? Trent wondered how the guy could do that in leather pants, he wore them himself a few years back, but they weren't comfortable to do any kind of sports in them.
“Oh... yeah, sorry. I guess I'm talking too much, right? That's just the way I am, sorry for that.” A small smirk formed on Trent's lips, the guy was cute in his own special way and maybe he could spend some time with him. He just needed to get him out of those pants. They just weren't what he wanted to see on him.
“I bet you can do other things with your mouth besides talking.” Trent said and cocked his head a bit to the side. His smirk grew as he saw the other blushing a bit. “Would you...” But before he could finish his sentence a short blond girl in an expensive pantsuit walked over to them. “Mr. Reznor, I don't mean to interrupt your conversation but I just wanted to let you know that we got your suite cleaned up. We apologize for the inconvenience and if you have any other requests, please let us know.” The female appointee told him in an overly friendly way, knowing she would risk her loosing job if she said the wrong thing.
Trent nodded his head and gave her a soft smile, thanking her quickly and then waving her off. He knew that she didn't want to be there any longer, but she learned that the customer was the most important thing and his wishes were to be fulfilled.
“Do they always treat you like that? Why don't they do that for me? They are only that friendly to me when they want to get into my pants.” Trent watched how the other laughed and still tried to remember his name, it was something short, but he couldn't remember.
“Maybe you should be nicer to them and not try to destroy others possessions or just give them the right looks.” Trent shrugged. “What's your name? I think since you're already sitting here and keeping me from doing my work you might as well tell me what I should call you.”
“You don't know it?” The other asked laughing and held his hand out. “Bam. Bam Margera and don't ask... it is a nickname.” Trent nodded shortly and shook his hand.
“So Bam... why don't you come up to my room with me?” Trent asked, remembering what he wanted to ask this Bam as the hotel appointee had walked up to them.
"Uhm, you know... this is kinda not... not a good moment for that." Trent waited for Bam to go on, knowing he wasn't finished trying to talk his way out of it, trying to find a good enough excuse to just walk away from him. "Remember... I have this... friend... the one that I need to pick up from the airport. I can't let him wait, it was a long flight from Europe and all. He probably is really tired and I should try to get there in time and you know how that goes..."
"You said later this evening, Bam, so you have enough time now to keep me company." Trent smirked as he saw Bam blush and cough, clearly not all too comfortable with the situation. Maybe that was the reason for his rambling, but maybe he did that all the time, Trent didn't know. The only thing Trent hadn't had an answer for was why Bam did not want to join him. He clearly didn't come off as a guy who would say no to such an opportunity.
"So you did listen to me." Bam looked like a kid who got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Trent noticed that and his smirk grew a bit wider. "I didn't think you would have, you looked like you were really into your... whatever you were doing and I was just annoying you."
"Indeed, Mr. Margera, I did listen and you distracted me." Trent had the upper hand in this, Bam was way younger than him and did not seem to be that experienced when it came to situations like that or he didn't learn from his past encounters. "So are you coming?" He asked as he reached for his laptop and some papers, not wanting to leave important stuff behind.
"You really sure you want me to come? I mean... I don't want to invade your privacy or your..." Suddenly Bam abruptly stopped talking and Trent heard the familiar tune of a song playing in the background. With a grin he noticed that it was coming from Bam, to be more precise from his cell phone.
"You let me violate you... you let me desecrate you... you let me penetrate you..." Trent shook his head a bit with a soft laugh, he knew that Closer was one of his most famous hits, but not everyone would want the dirty lyrics on their cell phone. "Tsk tsk... you don't want to come join me in my suite, but your cell phones rings with one of my songs."
"Well... that is, you know a friend put it on there. I usually have other songs on there for when it rings and this does not mean anything, man, seriously..." And there he was rambling again Trent noticed with a satisfied smile noting the fact that he could manage to make the other that nervous.
"You should answer that." Trent gestured to Bam's pants from where the music came. Bam nodded and reached in his pocket to get his phone out and answer the call while Trent settled back down in the chair again, leaning back and sighing contently. He enjoyed playing a bit with Bam and already had some plans for them.
"What? You're at the airport? ... Why? ... And you just thought that I would pick your sorry ass up from there as well? ... I have still hours until I have to pick up, Ville! ... Sure I'll come, you know that, Random. ... Yeah, see you in bit."
Trent looked expectantly at Bam, wanting to know what that was about. "Yo... as much as I would love to have joined you in your suite... I gotta go and pick up another friend from the airport. Seems as if he made it here as well even though I didn't really invite him, but yeah... don't like to keep my friends waiting."
Before Trent really comprehended what Bam just told him, the skater was already on his feet with a wave in his direction wanting to run off. "Bam? I'll see you later in room 803. If you're not coming... well then I guess I have to see you in 517." Trent loved how Bam's eyes suddenly got wide and he stopped dead in his tracks.
"You... you know my room?" Trent just nodded and gestured for the other to leave. "You don't want to keep your friend waiting, remember?"
Bam shook his head, still wondering what Trent knew and what he didn't, but then he nodded and turned so he could leave.
Yes, Trent knew more about Bam than he let on. He wanted to play with him and it worked so well, he would have never imagined that it was that easy. He had heard from Bam's part time lover that it was so easy to manipulate Bam if you just did it the right way and obviously Trent found the right way. He was pleased with himself, but didn't wanted Bam to just run off like that. "Oh and Bam? I dare you to not wear this stupid leather pants, they don't look good on you. On your lover, yes, but not on you. Give them back to him and say my greetings to him when you pick him up from the airport later this evening."
Chapter 2
Thanks to Mistress for beta-ing again. You're the best, you know that. I told you last night and I am still all happy and excited for that package. Love you!!
Anyone having an idea for the title? Tell me, please. There might be a part two ;) and it would be nice to have a title.
I'm kinda...: 
jubilant
jubilantListening to...: weird music in coffee shop
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