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He felt a weird sensation, very cold and having a powder like consistency. His first thought was to get mad, he had every right too. He opened his eyes just a smidge having just been woken up by whatever hit him in the face, slowing falling down his neck. He sees Bam in front of him, laughing super hard, clutching his chest, to the point where he falls on the floor from laughing to much. All that anger melted away, all he thought was how photo ready he looked, how happy looks on him, he didn’t care suddenly, that he smacked his head with flour, all Dico did was smile.
His usual response flew out the window, not being attentive enough in the real world, he just questioned why something this odd would make him happy. Bam finally spoke, but him not speaking didn’t make him uncomfortable, but there was barely a time where he wasn’t talking, he could never get his dumbass to shut up.
“Next time don’t fall asleep while we’re filming,” Bam said in a way that definitely concluded he was holding in his laughter but ultimately failing because Dico caught it right away.
“I’ll get you back somehow, just wait,” he walks out, hoping to keep Bam at the edge of his seat for the rest of the day, he laughed a little bit at the thought and went to brainstorm ideas for viva la bam.
It didn’t work the way he hoped it would, instead of him being scared, it was almost like it was the other way around. He tried getting him a few times by different things that were way worse than when Dico got sacked with flour. He was always wanting to one up the star, but it was kind of useless.
All Bam did was skateboard the whole day and go a couple places with Ryan, and he was not even scared once, like he just did all that work for nothing, nothing had changed in his attitude, if anything he seemed happier, which really irked him but whatever. He’s refusing to dwell on this any longer after he already lost a whole ass day of thinking of ways to fuck with Bam and then failing them.
He sighed and walked into the guest bedroom he was staying at while they were all shooting Viva La Bam, not much was there, a ton of video games that went with his console, one lazily put up poster of Gnarkill (as a joke), and randomly thrown pieces of paper in different useable states and at least a dozen pencils on his bedside table. It was obvious he did not clean his room in a while, but he did not give a shit and Bam’s probably looked worse which made him feel better about his own because at least he was better at one more thing than Bam was, that was certainly something to be proud of.
Those were his stupid thoughts before giving into the tiredness he had been holding in all day, his head hitting the pillow in a millisecond after that thought and he was snoring, the fastest he had fallen asleep in months, somehow already cozy enough even though he had already been hit with flour once but he didn’t learn did he?
The sun was shining, unfortunately, which meant another day went by and he had to function like a normal human being once the light shined through again. He heard a noise then, a very soft and vulnerable one, from his right side, he looked over to see a very much unconscious Bam, his arms wrapped tightly against Dico’s waist, snoring lightly, didn’t even seem like he was, mumbling incoherent words and he gripped his waist tighter. he just let him, he wasn’t even mad, he was glad he didn’t pull another thing on him when he asleep. But he also thought about how he would react when he would wake up. Would he be mad? Would he hate Dico after this?
He kept worrying as Bam’s hands continued to clutch him, before his incoherent words he spoken in his sleep got louder, and his tugs were so tight it was constricting his breathing. He really didn’t want to wake him up, but he knew he had no other choice, so before he did so he just put his fingers in Bam’s hair, brushing the tangles free that he had gotten when he was sleeping and whispered an “I’m sorry”, before continuously shaking him, already regretting this.
He didn’t wake up, which is surprising even for him, his brain went almost five minutes trying to find an idea that would work and came up with an idea he should have stuck with in the beginning, he just moved his arm slowly away from him, not caring about waking him up anymore, and went to open the refrigerator door and seen multiple bags of flour, a part of him was just so glad he wouldn’t wake up because this was definitely deserved, but then another part of him felt a little sad, is this really a good idea when his friend was having bad dreams. He sat the bag of flour down, very visible against the counter. He put his head in his hands and thought long and hard and just shook his head, and walked slowly back to the bedroom, scared of facing the fact he actually chose to not embarrass his friend.
As soon as he got back into the bed he grabbed onto him again and he wasn’t as loud anymore, and he seemed peaceful, certainly the most beautiful dreamy thing he had ever seen. He quickly pushed back that thought, even though he made a lot of homoerotic jokes he didn’t make this a joke, which made him angry because what the fuck did this mean. He was up for hours thinking about it, worrying he’s turning into someone he doesn’t like or isn’t.
When he’s feeling close to his breaking point he feels the hands release from his waist, relief but also shame he was still there was present. He gazed into Bam’s worried dark blue eyes, as he sits up and grabs Dico’s hand, randomly.
“Hey, you okay, Bran,” Bam asked in the softest sleepiest voice he had ever heard and that just made his mood a little better, like a light just went off in his brain just because he spoke, and this time he just didn’t give a shit about his thoughts.
“Yeah don’t worry about me,” he easily said as Bam’s hand is still held in his (Bam’s hand is small in comparison).
Bam was in silence for a while, Dico was unsure why, but welcomed it anyways.
“Why did I wake up in here?,” his voice more awake than he was before, more aware, he was going to have to answer, he knew that.
“Not sure, when I woke up you were here, I’m a little surprised myself,” he hoped his nervousness didn’t shine through when he spoke.
“Sorry for just barging in your room, I don’t even remember why,” his eyes laid downcast and embarrassed.
“I never said it was a bad thing,” he couldn’t believe he had actually said that to his friend, especially in a fragile situation such as this one but Bam’s eyes seemed to light up like a match, warmer and more at home, like he was just happy to be here and didn’t want to rip off his skin off.
Bam hesitated a little bit but he grabbed Dico’s other hand and just clutched it softly, and that felt better, more at ease because Bam was in control of the situation this time.
“Do you mind if I kiss you,” whispered so silent Dico had to strain his ears to hear it .
He was in shock, he didn’t think his friend was like that, liked him. He was already a millionaire why would he ask to kiss him, why wouldn’t he just do it. The asking meant more, at least to Dico, he just smiled and nodded, not even capable of putting the happiness into words or to put even a simple yes into the air. He was tired of fighting who he was, he loved Bam and this was all he needed.
Bam carefully applied his lips to his, soft and gentle, Dico’s hands instantly brushed his hair as they kissed, so light and peaceful, he just loved how it wasn’t rough, or quick. He especially loved the closeness, just feeling Bam’s chapped lips against his, he tasted like mint gum and cherry candies, and he couldn’t enjoy it more, it was the little things, what the little things that meant to him.
“I’m just glad you’re here,” Bam said, grabbing his hands again after letting go of the kiss “just glad.”
It had been a few weeks since that had happened, they were laying in bed, he was wrapped in his arms, Bam was the little spoon, which he thought was adorable, and just smiled lovingly when he had finally had the courage to say it, couldn’t be more proud.
He would wake up before him everyday, and he would just lay in bed for hours staring at him, and since nobody was in the house for the weekend, Bam would get up and make a simple breakfast (he wasn’t a chef, a pretty shitty cook actually but he just didn’t have the heart to tell him) and he would let him stay in bed as a treat and after Dico ate the food, he would kiss Bam everywhere as he laid in bed smiling.
It was definitely worth getting past his fears, him cuddling Bam felt like a dream come true, he was on cloud nine, and he just grinned and closed his eyes,
This was his life, and he couldn’t be happier.