Acts of Desperation
Title: Acts of Desperation
Chapter: 24
Fandom: Jackass/Viva La Bam AU
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ryan/Bam
Warning: Twelve year age difference between main characters…
Disclaimer: Fiction. Learn it, live it, love it.
Word Count: 1627
Summary: Ryan Dunn is a truck driver who chances picking up a hitchhiker…
Author’s Note: Okay, so a miracle happened… I can almost definitely say there won’t be another update until I’m a citizen of the Delmarva Peninsula…
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10,
Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 20,
Chapter 21, Chapter 22, Chapter 23
The distortion of time hit Bam hard as he looked up from his magazine upon finding the light in the cab growing dimmer and dimmer. “Damn, how long have we been on the road?” He mumbled as he tucked the magazine on top of the dash and looked around.
Yawning as he answered, Dunn glanced at the exit sign they were approaching. “Just over ten hours… I’m gonna pull into the Pilot up ahead for the night…”
“Rad…”
“You need to call April?”
Trying not to glare, Bam glanced over at Ryan. “No.” When they pulled up to the fuel pumps, Bam cocked his head him..
“We have a pick up tomorrow morning… best save time and get it done tonight…” Bam started to climb out to pump. He was, however, stopped when Dunn grabbed his arm. “They ID here… you wouldn’t be able to pay for it for me… thanks though, babe…”
“O-okay…” He watched the trucker walk around the nose of the truck and to the fuel pump. Despite having been on the road for a good part of the day, Ryan’s body language spoke quite clearly. He was damn glad to be back out on the road. And if there was one thing Bam owed Ape… it was this… no matter what her reasoning had been. Bam turned his gaze to his fingernails once Dunn disappeared inside the truck stop. He’d have painted them today if they’d already picked up their freight, but there was no way Bam was jeopardizing Ryan’s job by freaking out a customer or some shit. The sound of the driver side door opening drew him out of his thoughts. He smiled as Dunn settled in the seat before turning the ignition and making tracks towards truck parking.
“Well, shit…” Ryan grumbled as he patted down his shirt then his jacket. They’d just parked and he was planning on grabbing a quick puff before cuddling up with Bam in the bunk. Upon not finding his cigarettes, he sighed. “I’m gonna run inside for some smokes… you coming?”
“Nah…”
“You okay?”
“Yeah, just tired… I think I’m gonna just lay down for a bit. Wake me up if I’m asleep when you get back though…”
“Mmkay… you want anything?”
Bam shook his head and for a second time that night watched Dunn walk away. Mere weeks ago, the mere thought of that would have sent him into a panic induced bitch fest. Yes, bitch fest. Chuckling at himself, he stood and headed back into the sleeper. He nearly tripped over his own luggage before tumbling onto the bunk. As he tried to fall asleep, a plain, but scruffy looking baseball cap of Ryan’s on the floor beside the bed caught his eyes. Bam puts it on before stretching across the mattress. Face half-buried in their pillows, he looked around and saw just how much of the sleeper Dunn had emptied out to make room for Bam’s stuff. For just a moment, Bam considered sitting up and going through his suitcase. His plans were easily derailed when Ryan poked his head back in. He smelled of smoke and gasoline. Bam smiled up at him from under the brim of the hat.
Grinning, Ryan sat down next to him and tucked a piece of Bam’s hair behind his ear. “Hi…”
“Hi…” Bam replied almost shyly. “So… why don’t you smoke in here?”
“It discolors stuff… plus it’s not allowed.”
Directing their conversation elsewhere, Bam leaned over and inhaled Dunn’s scent. “You smell nice…”
“Bullshit, I do not…”
“You do!” Bam inched his hand up Ryan’s thigh. “Feel good, too…”
“Is that right?” The trucker grinned and nestled up next to Bam. “You look cute…”
Sighing in contentment, Bam nuzzled deeper into the pillow. “What time is pick up tomorrow?”
“At 9am… we’ve got eleven hours to burn…”
“Hmm, now how are we going to do that? You don’t happen to have a chess board in here, do you?” Bam teased. But his hands told different story as his fingers danced over Dunn’s hip and thigh. Weaving his fingers through a belt loop, he tugged Ryan closer. He bit the edge of his lip before letting his eyes wander over his face. It was strange. Now that they weren’t under April’s watchful eye or presence, one would think they’d be all over each other. Instead, Bam found himself quite happy to lay there gazing adoringly at the trucker’s face. The pressure against his thigh, on the other hand, told a different story for Ryan. It only served to make Bam feel that much more content. Ryan actually wanted him.
So, of course, Bam put up little resistance when Dunn pulled him on to his lap and chest. They kissed awkwardly; the bill of the baseball cap limiting their movement to strict, rigid movements. But Ryan insisted that Bam kept it on. There was laughter in his eyes when Bam agreed with a doubtful look. Their lips meet between erupting giggles. And with a smirk, Bam turned the hat backwards and slinked down Dunn’s body.
Dusty blue eyes watch him descend. Beard pressed to his chest, Ryan licked his lips when Bam stopped just above his stomach and met his eyes. Their gaze didn’t break even as Bam tugged his zipper slowly down. “Bam…” Dunn whispered hoarsely; the warmth and texture of the palm wrapping around his cock making him shiver wantonly. Sliding his lips over and around Ryan, Bam sighed contentedly before taking him in almost entirely. “Can I try something?” Dunn asked between raspy breathes.
Nodding, Bam moaned in agreement. Fingers wove through his hair and slowly began pushing his head further down. Panic rushed through Bam’s veins when Ryan’s cock brushed against the back of his throat.
“Breathe…” Ryan shushed him comfortingly. Softening the pressure of his hands on Bam’s head and neck, he suggested. “Relax a little… you’ll gag at first but try to move past it.”
Sure enough, the first attempts caused Bam to draw back gasping for air. He pushed onward and was rewarded by Dunn’s entire body trembling with need as Bam’s breathe ghosted against the curls of his pubic hair. Fingers clutching at Ryan’s hips, he swallowed around him. With a surprised gasp of a shout, Dunn pulsed down Bam’s throat.
Grinning triumphantly, Bam slithered up the trucker’s body and smiled down at him. He was rock hard and even through his jeans Ryan could feel him pressing against his flaccid cock. His voice barely a whisper upon Bam’s ear, he purred. “Remember what I said back that day you ran my ass over skating in the house?”
“Uh huh…”
“I meant it…”
“Oh, god…” Bam moaned. Seconds later, his face contorted in a mixture of trepidation and lust. Overcome with fear, he pulled away. “I…”
“Shh… you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” Dunn caressed his face, planting gentle kisses over his cheekbones. Slowly moving to snake his hand down the front of Bam’s pants, he tried to distract him.
“Fuck, I do want to… I just… oh, god…” He nipped at Ryan’s lips. “How… how does it feel?”
“Shit, like dying in the best way possible… The heat feels like the fucking sun blazing right down on your dick…” Dunn let his mouth be tugged into a sloppy kiss before continuing. “And it’s so god damn tight you can’t imagine how you got it in there… but you never want to fucking leave…”
“God, you’re gonna make me cum just talking…” Bam gasped into his chin as he took a moment to rest his forehead against the curve of Ryan’s nose.
With a chuckle, Dunn continued. “We could make this rig shake…”
“Where is the…?”
Ryan’s eyes darted over at a shower back emblazoned with his company’s name. Crawling over him, Bam retrieved it with trembling hands. With a kick, Dunn toed off his shoes before shimmying out of his pants. He watched out of the corner of his eyes as Bam read the instructions both the lube and condom. Laughter was the last thing on his mind as he took in the serious expression and furrowed brow. He was caught in his silent observance when Bam finally looked up.
The boy’s clothes were quickly discarded before he climbed back onto the mattress. And taking a deep sigh, Bam settled between Dunn’s thighs. Fingers wet with lube he bit his lip as he reached out towards him. Wanting nothing but to accommodate him, Ryan spread his legs as far as the bunk will allow before lifting his ass off the sheets. One finger cautiously became two. And finally when Dunn arched off the bed with a shout, Bam became more forceful.
The sounds escaping the trucker’s mouth combined with his recovering hard-on were all the inspiration Bam needed. He removed his fingers. Tearing nervously into the condom, he whined in frustration when the first one slipped in all its slimy glory from his fingers. Ryan only smiled graciously at him and urged him to continue. The second attempt was a bit more successful. The faltering was enough to have calmed Bam down as he thrusts slowly in.
Eyes linked with Dunn’s, Bam whimpered at the sheer incomprehensibility of his current actions. It was beyond him how to do anything but feel. Thinking had been over-rode by primal urges. Clutching to Ryan’s shoulders, he pulled out and shoved back.
The chorus of gasps, whimpers, and moans was broken only by Dunn as he pleaded. “Harder…”
Face buried in Ryan’s neck, Bam came. The near silence echoing poignantly around the room as his lips curled against his teeth. Moments later sleep seduced him before he could even pull out and nuzzle into Dunn’s embrace…
Chapter 25
Chapter: 24
Fandom: Jackass/Viva La Bam AU
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ryan/Bam
Warning: Twelve year age difference between main characters…
Disclaimer: Fiction. Learn it, live it, love it.
Word Count: 1627
Summary: Ryan Dunn is a truck driver who chances picking up a hitchhiker…
Author’s Note: Okay, so a miracle happened… I can almost definitely say there won’t be another update until I’m a citizen of the Delmarva Peninsula…
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10,
Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 20,
Chapter 21, Chapter 22, Chapter 23
The distortion of time hit Bam hard as he looked up from his magazine upon finding the light in the cab growing dimmer and dimmer. “Damn, how long have we been on the road?” He mumbled as he tucked the magazine on top of the dash and looked around.
Yawning as he answered, Dunn glanced at the exit sign they were approaching. “Just over ten hours… I’m gonna pull into the Pilot up ahead for the night…”
“Rad…”
“You need to call April?”
Trying not to glare, Bam glanced over at Ryan. “No.” When they pulled up to the fuel pumps, Bam cocked his head him..
“We have a pick up tomorrow morning… best save time and get it done tonight…” Bam started to climb out to pump. He was, however, stopped when Dunn grabbed his arm. “They ID here… you wouldn’t be able to pay for it for me… thanks though, babe…”
“O-okay…” He watched the trucker walk around the nose of the truck and to the fuel pump. Despite having been on the road for a good part of the day, Ryan’s body language spoke quite clearly. He was damn glad to be back out on the road. And if there was one thing Bam owed Ape… it was this… no matter what her reasoning had been. Bam turned his gaze to his fingernails once Dunn disappeared inside the truck stop. He’d have painted them today if they’d already picked up their freight, but there was no way Bam was jeopardizing Ryan’s job by freaking out a customer or some shit. The sound of the driver side door opening drew him out of his thoughts. He smiled as Dunn settled in the seat before turning the ignition and making tracks towards truck parking.
“Well, shit…” Ryan grumbled as he patted down his shirt then his jacket. They’d just parked and he was planning on grabbing a quick puff before cuddling up with Bam in the bunk. Upon not finding his cigarettes, he sighed. “I’m gonna run inside for some smokes… you coming?”
“Nah…”
“You okay?”
“Yeah, just tired… I think I’m gonna just lay down for a bit. Wake me up if I’m asleep when you get back though…”
“Mmkay… you want anything?”
Bam shook his head and for a second time that night watched Dunn walk away. Mere weeks ago, the mere thought of that would have sent him into a panic induced bitch fest. Yes, bitch fest. Chuckling at himself, he stood and headed back into the sleeper. He nearly tripped over his own luggage before tumbling onto the bunk. As he tried to fall asleep, a plain, but scruffy looking baseball cap of Ryan’s on the floor beside the bed caught his eyes. Bam puts it on before stretching across the mattress. Face half-buried in their pillows, he looked around and saw just how much of the sleeper Dunn had emptied out to make room for Bam’s stuff. For just a moment, Bam considered sitting up and going through his suitcase. His plans were easily derailed when Ryan poked his head back in. He smelled of smoke and gasoline. Bam smiled up at him from under the brim of the hat.
Grinning, Ryan sat down next to him and tucked a piece of Bam’s hair behind his ear. “Hi…”
“Hi…” Bam replied almost shyly. “So… why don’t you smoke in here?”
“It discolors stuff… plus it’s not allowed.”
Directing their conversation elsewhere, Bam leaned over and inhaled Dunn’s scent. “You smell nice…”
“Bullshit, I do not…”
“You do!” Bam inched his hand up Ryan’s thigh. “Feel good, too…”
“Is that right?” The trucker grinned and nestled up next to Bam. “You look cute…”
Sighing in contentment, Bam nuzzled deeper into the pillow. “What time is pick up tomorrow?”
“At 9am… we’ve got eleven hours to burn…”
“Hmm, now how are we going to do that? You don’t happen to have a chess board in here, do you?” Bam teased. But his hands told different story as his fingers danced over Dunn’s hip and thigh. Weaving his fingers through a belt loop, he tugged Ryan closer. He bit the edge of his lip before letting his eyes wander over his face. It was strange. Now that they weren’t under April’s watchful eye or presence, one would think they’d be all over each other. Instead, Bam found himself quite happy to lay there gazing adoringly at the trucker’s face. The pressure against his thigh, on the other hand, told a different story for Ryan. It only served to make Bam feel that much more content. Ryan actually wanted him.
So, of course, Bam put up little resistance when Dunn pulled him on to his lap and chest. They kissed awkwardly; the bill of the baseball cap limiting their movement to strict, rigid movements. But Ryan insisted that Bam kept it on. There was laughter in his eyes when Bam agreed with a doubtful look. Their lips meet between erupting giggles. And with a smirk, Bam turned the hat backwards and slinked down Dunn’s body.
Dusty blue eyes watch him descend. Beard pressed to his chest, Ryan licked his lips when Bam stopped just above his stomach and met his eyes. Their gaze didn’t break even as Bam tugged his zipper slowly down. “Bam…” Dunn whispered hoarsely; the warmth and texture of the palm wrapping around his cock making him shiver wantonly. Sliding his lips over and around Ryan, Bam sighed contentedly before taking him in almost entirely. “Can I try something?” Dunn asked between raspy breathes.
Nodding, Bam moaned in agreement. Fingers wove through his hair and slowly began pushing his head further down. Panic rushed through Bam’s veins when Ryan’s cock brushed against the back of his throat.
“Breathe…” Ryan shushed him comfortingly. Softening the pressure of his hands on Bam’s head and neck, he suggested. “Relax a little… you’ll gag at first but try to move past it.”
Sure enough, the first attempts caused Bam to draw back gasping for air. He pushed onward and was rewarded by Dunn’s entire body trembling with need as Bam’s breathe ghosted against the curls of his pubic hair. Fingers clutching at Ryan’s hips, he swallowed around him. With a surprised gasp of a shout, Dunn pulsed down Bam’s throat.
Grinning triumphantly, Bam slithered up the trucker’s body and smiled down at him. He was rock hard and even through his jeans Ryan could feel him pressing against his flaccid cock. His voice barely a whisper upon Bam’s ear, he purred. “Remember what I said back that day you ran my ass over skating in the house?”
“Uh huh…”
“I meant it…”
“Oh, god…” Bam moaned. Seconds later, his face contorted in a mixture of trepidation and lust. Overcome with fear, he pulled away. “I…”
“Shh… you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” Dunn caressed his face, planting gentle kisses over his cheekbones. Slowly moving to snake his hand down the front of Bam’s pants, he tried to distract him.
“Fuck, I do want to… I just… oh, god…” He nipped at Ryan’s lips. “How… how does it feel?”
“Shit, like dying in the best way possible… The heat feels like the fucking sun blazing right down on your dick…” Dunn let his mouth be tugged into a sloppy kiss before continuing. “And it’s so god damn tight you can’t imagine how you got it in there… but you never want to fucking leave…”
“God, you’re gonna make me cum just talking…” Bam gasped into his chin as he took a moment to rest his forehead against the curve of Ryan’s nose.
With a chuckle, Dunn continued. “We could make this rig shake…”
“Where is the…?”
Ryan’s eyes darted over at a shower back emblazoned with his company’s name. Crawling over him, Bam retrieved it with trembling hands. With a kick, Dunn toed off his shoes before shimmying out of his pants. He watched out of the corner of his eyes as Bam read the instructions both the lube and condom. Laughter was the last thing on his mind as he took in the serious expression and furrowed brow. He was caught in his silent observance when Bam finally looked up.
The boy’s clothes were quickly discarded before he climbed back onto the mattress. And taking a deep sigh, Bam settled between Dunn’s thighs. Fingers wet with lube he bit his lip as he reached out towards him. Wanting nothing but to accommodate him, Ryan spread his legs as far as the bunk will allow before lifting his ass off the sheets. One finger cautiously became two. And finally when Dunn arched off the bed with a shout, Bam became more forceful.
The sounds escaping the trucker’s mouth combined with his recovering hard-on were all the inspiration Bam needed. He removed his fingers. Tearing nervously into the condom, he whined in frustration when the first one slipped in all its slimy glory from his fingers. Ryan only smiled graciously at him and urged him to continue. The second attempt was a bit more successful. The faltering was enough to have calmed Bam down as he thrusts slowly in.
Eyes linked with Dunn’s, Bam whimpered at the sheer incomprehensibility of his current actions. It was beyond him how to do anything but feel. Thinking had been over-rode by primal urges. Clutching to Ryan’s shoulders, he pulled out and shoved back.
The chorus of gasps, whimpers, and moans was broken only by Dunn as he pleaded. “Harder…”
Face buried in Ryan’s neck, Bam came. The near silence echoing poignantly around the room as his lips curled against his teeth. Moments later sleep seduced him before he could even pull out and nuzzle into Dunn’s embrace…
Chapter 25