Playing Hero - Chapter 5 (part b)
Here's Part B! Sorry, I really wanted to post them together but I just got home from work. Anyway, hope you like it! Thanks for reading, I love you guys, and... uh have a great day :) lol
Playing Hero - Chapter 5 (Part B)
*Chapter 5 was too long to fit in one post. Be sure to read Part A first!
Bam woke up an hour later to the sounds of rustling plastic bags. He heard cupboards open and close with a loud clunk.
"Shit!" He heard Ryan hiss and try to catch the door before it made any more noise.
Bam attempted to stretch and was glad he had fallen asleep for the whole time Ryan was gone. It was just in time too because he had to go to the bathroom again.
"Uh Ryan!" Bam called out. He didn't have to even shout because the walls in the apartment were paper-thin.
"Fuck. Sorry, did I wake you?" Ryan asked as he walked down the hall.
"No, but I gotta take a piss and..." Bam stopped when Ryan came into the room.
"A number two?" Ryan guessed.
"Yeah." Bam smiled. "Like a mother fucker." He was definitely not used to eating this much and it was about to all leave his system, if he didn't make it to the toilet or not.
Ryan pushed his longish blond hair back behind his ears and walked over to Bam. "Okay. You ready?"
Bam groaned when he sat up and tried to swing his legs over the edge of the bed.
"Maybe I should just get you a bucket." Ryan laughed.
Bam looked at Ryan like he was crazy. "Ew dude. I'm not shitting in a bucket."
"I was kidding, dork. I'd puke if I had clean shit from a bucket."
"Can we please just get me to the bathroom before you really will have to clean my shit up." Bam tried to take a step and the pain made him forget he had to go so badly.
Ryan's strong arms steadied most of Bam's weight. He was about to pick him up and carry him but Bam stopped Ryan's hands. "Wait. Let me try." Bam whispered and took another step. One hand was clutching Ryan while his other arm was wrapped around his stomach, almost shielding it from the world.
"You got it..." Ryan encouraged and his fingers loosened from Bam's waist to see if he could hold himself up. He couldn't. His knees buckled and he started to fall. Ryan caught him and steadied him up again.
"Don't let go!" Bam said quickly and started to break out in a cold sweat.
Ryan stepped closer to Bam so he could lean on his body. "Okay, I won't." He said and held him tighter.
Bam stopped trying all together. "Fuck. Just fucking carry me." He mumbled, embarrassed that he had to have someone fucking carry him to the bathroom.
It's a good thing I took time off, Ryan thought as he looped his hands at Bam's butt and walked quickly to the bathroom. Bam let the blankets fall to the floor, the only thing covering him was the ace bandage but he didn't care. Ryan held his hands as he sat down slowly, the red raw spot on his abdomen burning from where his stomach had to bend.
"Call me when you need me." Ryan said and gently shut the door. He let out a deep breath he'd been holding. Damn...poor fuckin kid, he thought. He'd never seen someone in that much pain before. His whole body looked like it was torn apart, fucked up, and put back together; from the tattoo's on his legs to the bump on his head, not to mention everything else in between. Ryan knew it could've been worse and thought maybe they should go to the doctor whether Bam liked it or not. Hell, Bam could have HIV or any sort of sexual disease. He could have a broken rib or an infection from not being able to wash.
Ryan's thoughts raced through his mind as he put away the rest of the groceries. He bought way more than he had in a long time and shoved it all in the fridge or cupboards. His kitchen never really looked this... lived in before. It was weird and different, and nice at the same time. Just as Ryan got a beer from the fridge he heard Bam calling.
He knocked before he opened the door and was surprised to see Bam had stood up on his own, with the help of the sink, and was trying to kick the blankets up with his foot so he could catch them. Ryan smiled and bent down to gather them up. He couldn't help but take a quick peek at Bam's dick when he stood straight with the blankets in his arms. He unraveled them and wrapped Bam's cold body back up, and then grabbed his waist to guide him though the door.
"Let me try again." Bam said. Now he could take his time without having to worry about crap exploding out of his backdoor.
Ryan had an arm around his waist and took the small steps with him. Bam was shuffling slowly towards the bed like an old man, but he was more than happy with his progress. His chest and ribs felt like someone was beating on them none stop but he tried to ignore the pain. He had to stop and rest midway and Ryan's body the perfect rest stop. He leaned on his hard body and Ryan smoothed his hand over Bam's back.
"You okay?" Ryan asked.
"Yeah." Bam lifted his head from Ryan's chest and started to shuffle again. He rounded the bed and laid flat into it.
"I did it!" Bam was excited. Truly excited. His eyes lit up like bright blue fireworks and he had the biggest grin on his face.
"Yeah ya did!" Ryan laughed and was happy for him. He helped Bam lay all the way into the bed, and swung his legs up. Bam had tears in his eyes, half from being happy that he could walk again... sort of, and half from the pain.
"This calls for a celebration!" Ryan walked out of the room and to the kitchen.
Bam was grateful for the two seconds he had to himself so he could sniff back the tears. He really didn't want Ryan to see them.
Ryan walked back in with two fudgesicles in his hand. He hopped on the bed and offered one to Bam.
Bam looked at it with wide eyes. He hadn't had chocolate in a long fucking time. "Are you sure?" He asked. This was too good. Walking and chocolate ice cream all in one night.
Ryan gave him a crazy look. "Here." He said and shoved it into his hand.
"Thanks!" Bam wanted to savor the taste in his mouth and started to suck slowly. It tasted so good. When he got half way done though he greedily ate the rest, not able to stand the perfect sweet flavor.
"God, I haven't had one of these in... forever." Ryan said as he licked his.
"Yeah... me either." Bam mumbled and put the stick back in the wrapper.
That was a stupid thing to say, Ryan thought. Of course Bam hasn't had one either but at least I have to option of going out and buying some fucking ice cream.
"Thanks." Bam interrupted his thoughts.
Ryan smiled. "Sure," he said and offered Bam the rest of his popsicle.
Bam wanted it but it thought it would've been rude to accept it, so he shook his head no.
Ryan shrugged and nibbled on it some more. "So you comfortable now?" He asked.
"Yeah... my ass is numb though."
Ryan laughed. "Sorry dude, I'm not rubbin your ass."
"Aw come on... if you rub it long enough maybe a jeanie will come out and grant us all of our fuckin wishes." Bam teased with a smile.
"You just wish I'd rub your poop shoot." Ryan said though giggles.
Bam started laughing and gripped his sides from the pain. "I told you not to make me laugh... you fucker." Bam cringed but still laughed. Despite the pain, it felt good to laugh. He had forgotten how much fun laughing could be because he hadn't done it in years. Well, there was that one time he found half a bottle of vodka and downed it. That night he thought everything was damn funny but that was about two years ago, maybe three.
"Sorry, but you asked for it." Ryan smiled and pointed his half eaten popsicle at Bam.
"Screw you." Bam laughed and swiped the stick out of Ryan's hand. He began to lick at the ice cream and Ryan watched his tongue glide over it.
"You wish." Ryan teased and got up off the bed.
Bam didn't say anything because he knew that it was true. He just smiled and went back to happily finish Ryan's popsicle.
***
The rest of the night went smoothly until Ryan mentioned going to the doctor again. Bam started to panic and was pissed off just at the idea.
"What the hell? I fuckin walked today so obviously I'm getting better." Bam's voice was sharp. His eyes looked at Ryan like he hated him.
"Yeah, you're getting better but I bet you'll be sore tomorrow from the walking." Ryan pointed out. He was getting ready for bed and took his shirt off, throwing it to the floor.
"No I won't."
"Yes you will."
"No I won't."
"Look, I just think you should go. What's the big deal anyway? It's just the doctor. I'll go in with you if you want." Ryan started to unbuckle his belt and let the leather straps hang to the side.
Bam stared at the belt. He felt his pulse quicken and he quickly agreed.
"Fine.. I'll go." He said, partly because he was scared of what Ryan would do to him if he didn't agree.
Now Ryan felt bad. He pushed his jeans to his ankles and stepped out of them, kicking them away. "Well just see how you feel tomorrow." He sighed and scratched his belly.
Bam had been waiting for this all day. To see Ryan down to his little blue underwear shorts and now it was ruined because the doctor was mentioned. He still stared though, his eyes looking up and down Ryan's body. Bam let out a little whimper. He was so perfect.
Ryan didn't notice and started to get the blankets ready on the floor.
"What are you doing?" Bam asked, his eyes looking at Ryan's ass as he bent over.
"Uh getting ready for bed, duh."
"The floor isn't the bed." Bam said softly.
Ryan turned and looked at him with his hands on his hips. "Last night it was."
"Last night I freaked. I won't tonight." Bam reassured Ryan and he knew he wouldn't. Not after spending the whole day with him, talking and getting to know each other.
Ryan sighed heavily. He was tired and didn't feel like arguing, so he picked up the blankets and put them back on the bed. "You wanna watch TV or anything?" Ryan asked as he switched off the overhead light.
"Do you?"
"Not really." Ryan yawned and crawled under the blankets.
"Then no." Bam watched as Ryan's body was covered up, and disappointed the view was gone.
"Okay... you good for the night?"
"Yeah." Bam expected Ryan to put his arm around his waist like he had done the night before but he curled up in the corner and was fast asleep.
Bam's heart fell. First he was pissed about the whole doctor thing and now Ryan wasn't close enough to him. Plus, his ass still had that numb feeling from lying in the same position all day. He thought about trying to lie on his side and started moving even though it hurt. The mattress bounced as he struggled to turn over and he started to grunt with frustration.
"What the hell are you doin?" Ryan woke up from all the motion and squinted to see Bam in the dark, but could only see his outline.
"I can't fuckin lay on my back anymore." Bam said as he tried to twist again.
"Jesus..." Ryan whispered and went to help. He pushed Bam's body slowly on his side so his back faced him. "This okay?" Ryan asked and before he could move away Bam grabbed his arm.
"Yeah. Thanks." Bam replied and tucked Ryan's hand under his arm so he couldn't go anywhere.
Ryan lowered his body to the bed and pressed his chest against Bam's back, spooning him with his arm wrapped around his waist. Bam leaned into Ryan's body for support, which would be the only way he would be able to sleep on his side. Ryan's mouth was so close to the back of Bam's neck, all he would have to do was move an inch closer to feel his silky skin beneath his lips and it was tempting... very, very tempting. Ryan moved a half an inch closer and breathed in his scent. Bam closed his eyes when he could feel Ryan's hot breath at his neck, and felt that tingle at the pit of his stomach again. Bam scooted back that last half an inch and his dick stirred when he felt Ryan's lips against him. Ryan didn't kiss him but let his lips rest at the nape of Bam's neck, and it took all of his will power not let his tongue roam freely, tasting all of him.
Bam didn't have a panic attack that night. Instead, he fell asleep to the rhythm of Ryan's breathing in his ear and at that moment, Bam couldn't have been happier.
TBC