I Don't Care If You Don't Care [Bam/Ryan]
Disclaimer: Nope, not mine.
AN: Cause I got one, here’s a smutty one for dothebullwinkle, also for _hoffnungsloses, just because. ^_^
Summary: It was just something to do, and Bam could get used to this.
Pairing: Bam/Ryan, (d’uh)
This is smut, aka, NC-17. *shifty eyes*
I Don’t Care If You Don’t Care
Hot breath skimmed over his ear, the faintest smell of alcohol drifting to his nose. They had run out of alcohol, which was why they were there, in the kitchen, pressed against the counter, bodies hot and needy and pressed so close together.
Bam had Ryan pinned between his own body and the counter, their crotches lined up perfectly for maximum friction. Bam’s hands searching out Ryan’s skin, running up under his black ‘Listen to CKY’ t-shirt, pulling it over his head and throwing it behind them. Bam lowered his mouth to Ryan’s collarbone, enjoying the gasp that it brought from the other male, fingers twining into his head while a hand ran down to squeeze and pull his ass closer, rubbing there erections together through the fabric of their jeans.
Ryan let his head fall back, exposing his throat to Bam’s talented tongue and clutching his head close. Bam’s hands fell to Dunn’s jeans, shakily undoing the button and fly. They had been joking about having nothing to do, but Bam joked that he had someone to do, and then things just sort of led on from there. So much so that Bam was hard for his best friend and ready to have sex with him against the kitchen counter. All because the alcohol was done.
Ryan moved his hips slightly, letting Bam slip the jeans down over his hips. They broke apart for the few moments it took for Bam to pull off his shirt and undo his trousers, kicking them off and hooking his arm around Ryan’s neck, pulling him towards his body as he walked back until he met the hard, cold surface of the pirate bar island counter. Bam shimmied up, biting his lip slightly at the cold surface.
“I’ve changed my mind,” he said huskily, he hooked his legs around Ryan’s waist, pulling him closer to the counter. “I want you to do me.” There was a devilish smile on Dunn’s face and Bam struggled to contain his groan as he felt Ryan start to push into him, gently and softly sure, but there was still no preparation. “Oh, God, you bitch.” Bam moaned out, grasping on to the edge of the counter while fighting with his muscles to relax. Ryan kept slowly and agonisingly moving forward, watching Bam’s expression for any serious hurt. Bam arched his back, his heels digging in to Ryan’s thighs and pulling him in all the more. Ryan groaned out loud, pushing in the last bit before leaning forward and resting his head on Bam’s chest. Both males breathing heavily as they tried to keep control of their bodies for a little while longer to make this last.
“You okay?” Ryan asked, looking up and searching Bam’s eyes for any hint of remaining pain. Bam nodded shakily, not trusting his voice right then. A short whine escaped his throat and Ryan smiled as he slowly pulled out of Bam, before gently moving back in, the gasps and moans from Bam increasing steadily along with Ryan’s pace.
“Oh God,” Bam moved his hand, taking grip of his own cock and stroking, trying to keep in time with Ryan. When a sharp stab to his prostate stunned Bam, he arched his back almost painfully, pressing his chest to Ryan’s, where Ryan proceeded to lick, nip and suck on Bam’s neck.
With his arms around Ryan’s neck, Bam moaned and whined for all he was worth while Ryan held to Bam’s hips, thrusting in and out at an irregular pace and randomly hitting Bam’s prostate, earning a light scream or curse from the skater.
When Bam went rigid and clutched tighter to Ryan’s shoulders, Ryan made a point of getting in one last thrust to that spot, sending Bam over the edge and yelling out Dunn’s name. As Bam rode out his orgasm Ryan shuddered as the clamping muscles tightened even more, Ryan muffled his cry in Bam’s shoulder, biting down lightly on the pale skin.
The stayed like that for a while, Bam clutching to Ryan and occasionally nuzzling into Ryan’s neck. Ryan was struggling to stay standing, the mixture of alcohol and sex making his head spin and his limbs heavy. Slowly and carefully, Ryan pulled out of Bam, making sure there was no undo pain. If Bam was hurting however he didn’t show it, the lazy smile on his face and the glazed look in his eye indicating that he was in fact completely satisfied. Ryan looped a few stray strands of Bam’s hair behind his ear, taking the soft lips in a lazy and wet kiss.
“We should move.” Ryan said, pulling back a little to pull up his jeans and boxers, noticing that Bam hadn’t moved. “Come on, you can go to bed.” He said with a smile, needing himself to sleep now. Bam shook his head, his arms going back around Ryan’s neck.
“Not moving,” he said, stifling a yawn, “too tired.” Ryan laughed, grabbing Bam’s knees and locking Bam’s legs around his waist. Bam mumbled something into Ryan’s neck as the elder picked up the skater with ease, heading in the direction of Bam’s room. They got there without much problem, Dunn depositing Bam in his bed, pulling the covers over the protesting male. “Ryan.”
“Yeah?” Ryan looked down at the messy hair and light blue eyes, the light casting an eerie glow over Bam’s features.
“Stay?” Bam asked, a little unsure. It hadn’t been serious thing, or had it?
Ryan smiled at Bam though, pulling off his jeans and moving to get in the bed. But Bam shook his head and indicated that the boxers had to go too. Ryan, in mock annoyance, sighed loudly before laughing slightly and acquiescing to Bam’s terms. Ryan lay down; his chest to Bam’s back and arms around Bam’s waist. Bam leaned into the warmth, inhaling as covertly as possible.
“Ryan,” Bam said softly, waiting for the ‘hmm’ response before nibbling on his lip and continuing. “You think we could, you know, do that again some time?” He asked, hoping he wasn’t about to get laughed at.
With a small chuckle, a kiss to his neck and a squeeze Bam felt himself smile as Ryan’s words filled his ears, “You can bet your sweet ass we can.”
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End.
Because I can, and because I’m bored.
p.s: Kerrang! have just played HIM, the Rasmus and then HIM again on TV! ::happy dancing me::
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AN: Cause I got one, here’s a smutty one for dothebullwinkle, also for _hoffnungsloses, just because. ^_^
Summary: It was just something to do, and Bam could get used to this.
Pairing: Bam/Ryan, (d’uh)
This is smut, aka, NC-17. *shifty eyes*
I Don’t Care If You Don’t Care
Hot breath skimmed over his ear, the faintest smell of alcohol drifting to his nose. They had run out of alcohol, which was why they were there, in the kitchen, pressed against the counter, bodies hot and needy and pressed so close together.
Bam had Ryan pinned between his own body and the counter, their crotches lined up perfectly for maximum friction. Bam’s hands searching out Ryan’s skin, running up under his black ‘Listen to CKY’ t-shirt, pulling it over his head and throwing it behind them. Bam lowered his mouth to Ryan’s collarbone, enjoying the gasp that it brought from the other male, fingers twining into his head while a hand ran down to squeeze and pull his ass closer, rubbing there erections together through the fabric of their jeans.
Ryan let his head fall back, exposing his throat to Bam’s talented tongue and clutching his head close. Bam’s hands fell to Dunn’s jeans, shakily undoing the button and fly. They had been joking about having nothing to do, but Bam joked that he had someone to do, and then things just sort of led on from there. So much so that Bam was hard for his best friend and ready to have sex with him against the kitchen counter. All because the alcohol was done.
Ryan moved his hips slightly, letting Bam slip the jeans down over his hips. They broke apart for the few moments it took for Bam to pull off his shirt and undo his trousers, kicking them off and hooking his arm around Ryan’s neck, pulling him towards his body as he walked back until he met the hard, cold surface of the pirate bar island counter. Bam shimmied up, biting his lip slightly at the cold surface.
“I’ve changed my mind,” he said huskily, he hooked his legs around Ryan’s waist, pulling him closer to the counter. “I want you to do me.” There was a devilish smile on Dunn’s face and Bam struggled to contain his groan as he felt Ryan start to push into him, gently and softly sure, but there was still no preparation. “Oh, God, you bitch.” Bam moaned out, grasping on to the edge of the counter while fighting with his muscles to relax. Ryan kept slowly and agonisingly moving forward, watching Bam’s expression for any serious hurt. Bam arched his back, his heels digging in to Ryan’s thighs and pulling him in all the more. Ryan groaned out loud, pushing in the last bit before leaning forward and resting his head on Bam’s chest. Both males breathing heavily as they tried to keep control of their bodies for a little while longer to make this last.
“You okay?” Ryan asked, looking up and searching Bam’s eyes for any hint of remaining pain. Bam nodded shakily, not trusting his voice right then. A short whine escaped his throat and Ryan smiled as he slowly pulled out of Bam, before gently moving back in, the gasps and moans from Bam increasing steadily along with Ryan’s pace.
“Oh God,” Bam moved his hand, taking grip of his own cock and stroking, trying to keep in time with Ryan. When a sharp stab to his prostate stunned Bam, he arched his back almost painfully, pressing his chest to Ryan’s, where Ryan proceeded to lick, nip and suck on Bam’s neck.
With his arms around Ryan’s neck, Bam moaned and whined for all he was worth while Ryan held to Bam’s hips, thrusting in and out at an irregular pace and randomly hitting Bam’s prostate, earning a light scream or curse from the skater.
When Bam went rigid and clutched tighter to Ryan’s shoulders, Ryan made a point of getting in one last thrust to that spot, sending Bam over the edge and yelling out Dunn’s name. As Bam rode out his orgasm Ryan shuddered as the clamping muscles tightened even more, Ryan muffled his cry in Bam’s shoulder, biting down lightly on the pale skin.
The stayed like that for a while, Bam clutching to Ryan and occasionally nuzzling into Ryan’s neck. Ryan was struggling to stay standing, the mixture of alcohol and sex making his head spin and his limbs heavy. Slowly and carefully, Ryan pulled out of Bam, making sure there was no undo pain. If Bam was hurting however he didn’t show it, the lazy smile on his face and the glazed look in his eye indicating that he was in fact completely satisfied. Ryan looped a few stray strands of Bam’s hair behind his ear, taking the soft lips in a lazy and wet kiss.
“We should move.” Ryan said, pulling back a little to pull up his jeans and boxers, noticing that Bam hadn’t moved. “Come on, you can go to bed.” He said with a smile, needing himself to sleep now. Bam shook his head, his arms going back around Ryan’s neck.
“Not moving,” he said, stifling a yawn, “too tired.” Ryan laughed, grabbing Bam’s knees and locking Bam’s legs around his waist. Bam mumbled something into Ryan’s neck as the elder picked up the skater with ease, heading in the direction of Bam’s room. They got there without much problem, Dunn depositing Bam in his bed, pulling the covers over the protesting male. “Ryan.”
“Yeah?” Ryan looked down at the messy hair and light blue eyes, the light casting an eerie glow over Bam’s features.
“Stay?” Bam asked, a little unsure. It hadn’t been serious thing, or had it?
Ryan smiled at Bam though, pulling off his jeans and moving to get in the bed. But Bam shook his head and indicated that the boxers had to go too. Ryan, in mock annoyance, sighed loudly before laughing slightly and acquiescing to Bam’s terms. Ryan lay down; his chest to Bam’s back and arms around Bam’s waist. Bam leaned into the warmth, inhaling as covertly as possible.
“Ryan,” Bam said softly, waiting for the ‘hmm’ response before nibbling on his lip and continuing. “You think we could, you know, do that again some time?” He asked, hoping he wasn’t about to get laughed at.
With a small chuckle, a kiss to his neck and a squeeze Bam felt himself smile as Ryan’s words filled his ears, “You can bet your sweet ass we can.”
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End.
Because I can, and because I’m bored.
p.s: Kerrang! have just played HIM, the Rasmus and then HIM again on TV! ::happy dancing me::
Feedback is love and it keeps me happy.
Feed my dreams.