Acts of Desperation
Title: Acts of Desperation
Chapter: 26
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: 2079
Beta: Abysmal Seraph…
Summary: Ryan Dunn is a truck driver who chances picking up a hitchhiker…
Author’s Note: Even after changing some stuff per my beta, I’m worried this chapter came out too girly, meh…
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, Chapter 24, Chapter 25
Each time the cab rocked, Bam gripped his seat tighter. Knuckles white, his breath hitch at each bump. The sign they’d just passed said there was a seven percent downhill incline and the next alerted them to a run-away truck ramp. The mere thought of those two things combined sent a jolt of fear through him. And the sheer force of the wind made it feel like at any moment they’d be lifted off of the turnpike and flung into the valley below. Each and every time he chanced looking in the mirror, Bam saw the tarps rippling violently over the massive sign as the wind pushed and pulled at them with tremendous force. “Shit, Ry… is it always this windy?” His voice raised nearly an entire octave on the upward inflection of his inquiry.
“We’re okay…” Dunn didn’t look away from the road for a second as he replied. “Breathe… turn on some music or something…”
“I’m not fucking moving…”
“Well, I can’t do it for you Bam… Jesus, have a little faith why don’t you? I’ve driven this route a million times before…”
“Was it this god damn windy those million other times, asshole?”
Ryan sighed loudly. “Yes, Brandon, it’s always this fucking windy. It’s Kentucky.”
Slightly more subdued, Bam meekly asked. “When are we stopping?”
“Not for quite a few hours… You aren’t seriously that scared are you? Shit, you and your friends use to do more dangerous crap than this…”
“Not in a few thousand pound truck… we didn’t.”
“Fifty or sixty…”
“What?!” Bam questioned.
“Fifty or sixty thousand pound… if you include the load…”
“Oh, God…” He swallowed audibly. “You just had to fucking tell me that!?”
At the end of the slope, there was a rest area sign. Dunn silently drove the two and a half miles until they approached it. All the while listen to Bam inhale and exhale sharply whenever a particularly strong gust would hit them.
Securing the parking break, Ryan nodded to the back of the cab. “Sleeper…now.”
Bam didn’t even put up a fight as he peeled his fingers from off the seat and clamored to follow the directions. Shakily falling to the bed, he looked up at Dunn as he pulled the sleeper curtain shut. “I’m sor…”
Kneeling before him, Ryan pressed a hand over his mouth. “Don’t fucking apologize… tell me what the hell has been bothering you today… and none of this shit about waking up that way… what the fuck is going on with you?”
“It’s fucking stupid, okay…”
Dunn ran his hands up and down Bam’s thigh. “Just tell me…”
“I had a dream that Ape changed her mind and called the cops on you, alright?” Bam tried squirmed away from his touch. “I dreamt that you got taken away in cuffs at a weigh station and shit… and I was taken to some skanky ass youth home until her and Phil could come get me…”
“…that’s not stupid, Bam.” Ryan replied a little too quietly.
“What? Now you’re going to tell me that is entirely possible?!”
“Would you rather I lie?”
“…no.”
‘It’s definitely possible… but would April really do that?”
“I didn’t use to think so…”
“You didn’t speak to her back in Florence… did you? She didn’t threaten to do that… did she?”
“No… I just fucking dreamt about it, Ry… it felt so god damn real…”
Ryan leaned forward and kissed the top of Bam’s nose before descending to his mouth where he placed a chaste peck on his lips. “They’d have to drag me away…”
“They were…” He breathed.
“Bam, it was a dream… and if your mom ever does change her mind… we’ll work around it…”
“How?! By moving back to fucking West Chester? Living with them until I’m 18? No fucking way!”
“People disappear all the time…”
The tone behind Dunn’s gentle voice caught Bam’s attention just as the words were absorbed. “…what?”
“…nothing.”
“Fuck nothing… you said… people disappear all the time!”
“I shouldn’t have said it...”
“Bullshit, you already did... What did you mean?”
Falling back onto his heels, Ryan ran a hand through his hair. “Now I’m the one that’s going to sound stupid...”
“Who the hell cares… what did you mean?”
“If worst came to worst… we could always…” Dunn sighed then continued with his voice barely a mumble. “… run away together…” When the only reaction he got was a blank stare from Bam, he forged on. “I mean, it’s not like I have anything tying me to anything… except you…”
“What about before me?”
“Just living and dying, man… living and dying.”
“Ryan?”
“Hmm?” He looked up to meet Bam’s eyes.
“I…” Bam punched the mattress as his words got stuck in his mouth. “Why is this so god damn hard?!” He looked away. “I… I think I love you.”
“What?” Ryan gasped. Not waiting for an answer he lunged forward. Their mouths crashed together in centripetal force. Hands clasp around Bam’s jaw and neck, Dunn slid his tongue over shock-parted lips. Pressing against Bam, Ryan stretched out over the top of him in the bunk. “You really fucking mean that?” He gasped before even taking a breath when they separated.
“…yeah.”
Hands roaming from the curve of his neck and down over wide shoulders, Dunn pressed his forehead against the bridge of Bam’s nose. “I…”
“You don’t have to say it just because I did…” Bam whispered sadly.
Grunting in frustration, Ryan backed out of the cab and turned off the truck. Bam was still stretched across the bunk. “That wouldn’t be the reason I said it… but you really wouldn’t believe me even if I did… would you?” Dunn looked forlornly down at the boy.
“Why would you, anyway? I’m just some random punk ass kid you picked up…”
“Some random punk ass kid that’s been the first person I’ve even let remotely into my life for almost ten fucking years, Bam.” Ryan climbed over him on the bed and pressed his lips to Bam’s ear. “Please believe me…” He placed a gentle kiss on Bam’s earlobe before inching down towards his collarbone. “Please…” Scraping his teeth over the pulse-point of his neck, Dunn let out a shallow breath before nuzzling into the dip of the boy’s collar bone.
T-shirt slowly being stretched over his shoulder, Bam lay breathless beneath the trucker as each word that followed the lips trailing over his skin pleaded for him to believe in something, anything… to believe in Ryan. But somehow he couldn’t find it in himself to speak.
Fingers danced over taunt abs as Dunn pulled Bam’s shirt off of his torso. Leaning over him once more, the trucker continued his path. Mouth stretched in wanton kisses over Bam’s chest, Ryan whispered once more, “…please,” before tracing his tongue over Bam’s nipple then sucking the nub between his teeth. Hissing beneath him, Bam pressed into his touch but remained silent. Dunn drifted over to the other nipple and lavished with its very own plea.
Looking up he caught Bam’s eyes momentarily before pulling the boy’s palm to his face and pressing an open mouth kissed against the flesh. His movements slow and intentional, Ryan slid his lips up and over Bam’s wrists. Despite the silence, he could feel Bam’s heart racing just beneath the skin. He nibbled along the inside of his arm until he reached Bam’s elbow. Smiling gently up at him, Dunn returned his attention to his torso. The hair of his beard warming the skin before his lips ever even touched it, Ryan let his attentions drift further south.
When he was eye to eye with Bam’s belly button, he spoke again. “… Please, babe.” Tongue coiling out and thrusting gently inside the fold of skin, Dunn let out a shaky breath that betrayed just how much what he was doing to Bam was affecting him as well. When Bam finally wove his fingers through Ryan’s hair, the trucker moaned loudly against his stomach. “I do love you, Bam…” He accentuated his words by once more thrusting his tongue against Bam’s belly button.
“Oh, god… Ryan… don’t ever fucking stop…”
“Do you believe me?”
“Shit, yes… I believe you.”
“Do you?” Dunn sucked a fold of flesh into his mouth and bit down just enough to draw a reaction.
Bam whimpered. “… If you say you do… then you do…”
Ryan slowly attacked the button and zipper of Bam’s jeans. As he slid them and the black boxer beneath down, he slid back down to his knees on the floor and wordlessly removed Bam’s shoes. When the boy was completely naked before him, Dunn met Bam’s eyes. “How could I not?” Not giving him a chance to reply, Ryan leaned forward and brushed his hand all the way up Bam’s thighs slowly spreading them as he did so. As he climbed back up over him, the trucker purposely ignored the hard-on jutting out from Bam’s hip. Instead he draped his fully clothed self over Bam’s naked form and kissed him once more. Hips rocking, Dunn pushed the hair off of the kid’s forehead. Nose to nose, he gasped each time his own hard-on pressed against his zipper.
Bam’s eyes were bright as they sought out Ryan’s gaze. “Ry…” Sliding his hands down between them, Bam pressed the palm of his hand… the very one the trucker had kissed so brazenly earlier… against the bulge of his pants. “Please.” He gasped.
The mimicry of his own pleading words made Ryan step back into a clearer mindset. “Will you still believe me tomorrow morning? Hell, this afternoon?” He whispered hoarsely.
As the winds howled around the truck outside, Bam melted back into the bunk. “I’ll try… that’s the best I can offer…”
Dunn watched him for a few seconds before quickly and quietly retrieving the lube and condoms from its home next to the bunk. He rolled a condom on before crawling back up over Bam. “Do you want to roll over? It might hurt less that way…”
“I want to see you this time…”
Nodding he pushed Bam’s thighs further apart. Ryan slicked up a couple of fingers before pressing them against Bam’s entrance. “Look at me…” He asked softly
Bam did, his eyes widening but never leaving Dunn’s when the trucker’s fingers curled against something deep inside of him. Arching off the bunk in a silent gasp, he reached up and held onto Ryan’s arm almost as if to keep it in place. “Ry…” He moaned deeply. When Dunn flicked the tips of his fingers over and over again, Bam pulled away from his touch. “Stop… I want…” He managed to croak.
Withdrawing his fingers, Ryan angled himself above Bam and breeched him slowly. Tears just barely behind his eyes as he took in the boy gasping and writhing beneath him; a near constant, barely audible chant of his name falling from Bam’s lips. Dunn silenced him with a fierce kiss and thrust hard into him. “Fuck, Bam…” He cried as the heat surrounded him and pulled him over the edge. As his release spilled into the condom, Ryan mourned the intimacy of their first time in an instant. Pressing gentle fluttering kisses along Bam’s jaw, Dunn let out a shaky breath before pulling himself slowly out and disposing of the condom. When his eyes fell upon Bam’s still hard cock, he tried to hide the sad smile that crossed over his face.
“I don’t like condoms…” Bam whined quietly. “I couldn’t feel you… the same way…”
“Me either…” Ryan agreed before nuzzling his chin between Bam’s thigh and cock. “We won’t need to use them forever…”
“I know…” Bam gasped out as Dunn swallowed him down. “Sorry about earlier…” He whispered before losing the ability to think as Ryan hummed around him. It took all of ten seconds of the wet, vibrating heat constricting around him to draw out his orgasm. Sighing contently, Bam pulled the trucker up beside him. “I am sorry.”
Dunn answered him with an affectionate kiss. “Feel better?”
“Uh huh…”
Ryan smiled before grabbing Bam’s clothes and pressing them to his chest. “Get dressed; we still have to six more hours to drive.”
“Wait!” Bam scrambled to grab onto his arm.
“Babe, we really have to get going…” Dunn replied trying not to sound frustrated.
Grinning up at him, Bam tried not to laugh as he replied. “Not before you pay the toll…”
Chapter 27
Chapter: 26
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: 2079
Beta: Abysmal Seraph…
Summary: Ryan Dunn is a truck driver who chances picking up a hitchhiker…
Author’s Note: Even after changing some stuff per my beta, I’m worried this chapter came out too girly, meh…
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, Chapter 24, Chapter 25
Each time the cab rocked, Bam gripped his seat tighter. Knuckles white, his breath hitch at each bump. The sign they’d just passed said there was a seven percent downhill incline and the next alerted them to a run-away truck ramp. The mere thought of those two things combined sent a jolt of fear through him. And the sheer force of the wind made it feel like at any moment they’d be lifted off of the turnpike and flung into the valley below. Each and every time he chanced looking in the mirror, Bam saw the tarps rippling violently over the massive sign as the wind pushed and pulled at them with tremendous force. “Shit, Ry… is it always this windy?” His voice raised nearly an entire octave on the upward inflection of his inquiry.
“We’re okay…” Dunn didn’t look away from the road for a second as he replied. “Breathe… turn on some music or something…”
“I’m not fucking moving…”
“Well, I can’t do it for you Bam… Jesus, have a little faith why don’t you? I’ve driven this route a million times before…”
“Was it this god damn windy those million other times, asshole?”
Ryan sighed loudly. “Yes, Brandon, it’s always this fucking windy. It’s Kentucky.”
Slightly more subdued, Bam meekly asked. “When are we stopping?”
“Not for quite a few hours… You aren’t seriously that scared are you? Shit, you and your friends use to do more dangerous crap than this…”
“Not in a few thousand pound truck… we didn’t.”
“Fifty or sixty…”
“What?!” Bam questioned.
“Fifty or sixty thousand pound… if you include the load…”
“Oh, God…” He swallowed audibly. “You just had to fucking tell me that!?”
At the end of the slope, there was a rest area sign. Dunn silently drove the two and a half miles until they approached it. All the while listen to Bam inhale and exhale sharply whenever a particularly strong gust would hit them.
Securing the parking break, Ryan nodded to the back of the cab. “Sleeper…now.”
Bam didn’t even put up a fight as he peeled his fingers from off the seat and clamored to follow the directions. Shakily falling to the bed, he looked up at Dunn as he pulled the sleeper curtain shut. “I’m sor…”
Kneeling before him, Ryan pressed a hand over his mouth. “Don’t fucking apologize… tell me what the hell has been bothering you today… and none of this shit about waking up that way… what the fuck is going on with you?”
“It’s fucking stupid, okay…”
Dunn ran his hands up and down Bam’s thigh. “Just tell me…”
“I had a dream that Ape changed her mind and called the cops on you, alright?” Bam tried squirmed away from his touch. “I dreamt that you got taken away in cuffs at a weigh station and shit… and I was taken to some skanky ass youth home until her and Phil could come get me…”
“…that’s not stupid, Bam.” Ryan replied a little too quietly.
“What? Now you’re going to tell me that is entirely possible?!”
“Would you rather I lie?”
“…no.”
‘It’s definitely possible… but would April really do that?”
“I didn’t use to think so…”
“You didn’t speak to her back in Florence… did you? She didn’t threaten to do that… did she?”
“No… I just fucking dreamt about it, Ry… it felt so god damn real…”
Ryan leaned forward and kissed the top of Bam’s nose before descending to his mouth where he placed a chaste peck on his lips. “They’d have to drag me away…”
“They were…” He breathed.
“Bam, it was a dream… and if your mom ever does change her mind… we’ll work around it…”
“How?! By moving back to fucking West Chester? Living with them until I’m 18? No fucking way!”
“People disappear all the time…”
The tone behind Dunn’s gentle voice caught Bam’s attention just as the words were absorbed. “…what?”
“…nothing.”
“Fuck nothing… you said… people disappear all the time!”
“I shouldn’t have said it...”
“Bullshit, you already did... What did you mean?”
Falling back onto his heels, Ryan ran a hand through his hair. “Now I’m the one that’s going to sound stupid...”
“Who the hell cares… what did you mean?”
“If worst came to worst… we could always…” Dunn sighed then continued with his voice barely a mumble. “… run away together…” When the only reaction he got was a blank stare from Bam, he forged on. “I mean, it’s not like I have anything tying me to anything… except you…”
“What about before me?”
“Just living and dying, man… living and dying.”
“Ryan?”
“Hmm?” He looked up to meet Bam’s eyes.
“I…” Bam punched the mattress as his words got stuck in his mouth. “Why is this so god damn hard?!” He looked away. “I… I think I love you.”
“What?” Ryan gasped. Not waiting for an answer he lunged forward. Their mouths crashed together in centripetal force. Hands clasp around Bam’s jaw and neck, Dunn slid his tongue over shock-parted lips. Pressing against Bam, Ryan stretched out over the top of him in the bunk. “You really fucking mean that?” He gasped before even taking a breath when they separated.
“…yeah.”
Hands roaming from the curve of his neck and down over wide shoulders, Dunn pressed his forehead against the bridge of Bam’s nose. “I…”
“You don’t have to say it just because I did…” Bam whispered sadly.
Grunting in frustration, Ryan backed out of the cab and turned off the truck. Bam was still stretched across the bunk. “That wouldn’t be the reason I said it… but you really wouldn’t believe me even if I did… would you?” Dunn looked forlornly down at the boy.
“Why would you, anyway? I’m just some random punk ass kid you picked up…”
“Some random punk ass kid that’s been the first person I’ve even let remotely into my life for almost ten fucking years, Bam.” Ryan climbed over him on the bed and pressed his lips to Bam’s ear. “Please believe me…” He placed a gentle kiss on Bam’s earlobe before inching down towards his collarbone. “Please…” Scraping his teeth over the pulse-point of his neck, Dunn let out a shallow breath before nuzzling into the dip of the boy’s collar bone.
T-shirt slowly being stretched over his shoulder, Bam lay breathless beneath the trucker as each word that followed the lips trailing over his skin pleaded for him to believe in something, anything… to believe in Ryan. But somehow he couldn’t find it in himself to speak.
Fingers danced over taunt abs as Dunn pulled Bam’s shirt off of his torso. Leaning over him once more, the trucker continued his path. Mouth stretched in wanton kisses over Bam’s chest, Ryan whispered once more, “…please,” before tracing his tongue over Bam’s nipple then sucking the nub between his teeth. Hissing beneath him, Bam pressed into his touch but remained silent. Dunn drifted over to the other nipple and lavished with its very own plea.
Looking up he caught Bam’s eyes momentarily before pulling the boy’s palm to his face and pressing an open mouth kissed against the flesh. His movements slow and intentional, Ryan slid his lips up and over Bam’s wrists. Despite the silence, he could feel Bam’s heart racing just beneath the skin. He nibbled along the inside of his arm until he reached Bam’s elbow. Smiling gently up at him, Dunn returned his attention to his torso. The hair of his beard warming the skin before his lips ever even touched it, Ryan let his attentions drift further south.
When he was eye to eye with Bam’s belly button, he spoke again. “… Please, babe.” Tongue coiling out and thrusting gently inside the fold of skin, Dunn let out a shaky breath that betrayed just how much what he was doing to Bam was affecting him as well. When Bam finally wove his fingers through Ryan’s hair, the trucker moaned loudly against his stomach. “I do love you, Bam…” He accentuated his words by once more thrusting his tongue against Bam’s belly button.
“Oh, god… Ryan… don’t ever fucking stop…”
“Do you believe me?”
“Shit, yes… I believe you.”
“Do you?” Dunn sucked a fold of flesh into his mouth and bit down just enough to draw a reaction.
Bam whimpered. “… If you say you do… then you do…”
Ryan slowly attacked the button and zipper of Bam’s jeans. As he slid them and the black boxer beneath down, he slid back down to his knees on the floor and wordlessly removed Bam’s shoes. When the boy was completely naked before him, Dunn met Bam’s eyes. “How could I not?” Not giving him a chance to reply, Ryan leaned forward and brushed his hand all the way up Bam’s thighs slowly spreading them as he did so. As he climbed back up over him, the trucker purposely ignored the hard-on jutting out from Bam’s hip. Instead he draped his fully clothed self over Bam’s naked form and kissed him once more. Hips rocking, Dunn pushed the hair off of the kid’s forehead. Nose to nose, he gasped each time his own hard-on pressed against his zipper.
Bam’s eyes were bright as they sought out Ryan’s gaze. “Ry…” Sliding his hands down between them, Bam pressed the palm of his hand… the very one the trucker had kissed so brazenly earlier… against the bulge of his pants. “Please.” He gasped.
The mimicry of his own pleading words made Ryan step back into a clearer mindset. “Will you still believe me tomorrow morning? Hell, this afternoon?” He whispered hoarsely.
As the winds howled around the truck outside, Bam melted back into the bunk. “I’ll try… that’s the best I can offer…”
Dunn watched him for a few seconds before quickly and quietly retrieving the lube and condoms from its home next to the bunk. He rolled a condom on before crawling back up over Bam. “Do you want to roll over? It might hurt less that way…”
“I want to see you this time…”
Nodding he pushed Bam’s thighs further apart. Ryan slicked up a couple of fingers before pressing them against Bam’s entrance. “Look at me…” He asked softly
Bam did, his eyes widening but never leaving Dunn’s when the trucker’s fingers curled against something deep inside of him. Arching off the bunk in a silent gasp, he reached up and held onto Ryan’s arm almost as if to keep it in place. “Ry…” He moaned deeply. When Dunn flicked the tips of his fingers over and over again, Bam pulled away from his touch. “Stop… I want…” He managed to croak.
Withdrawing his fingers, Ryan angled himself above Bam and breeched him slowly. Tears just barely behind his eyes as he took in the boy gasping and writhing beneath him; a near constant, barely audible chant of his name falling from Bam’s lips. Dunn silenced him with a fierce kiss and thrust hard into him. “Fuck, Bam…” He cried as the heat surrounded him and pulled him over the edge. As his release spilled into the condom, Ryan mourned the intimacy of their first time in an instant. Pressing gentle fluttering kisses along Bam’s jaw, Dunn let out a shaky breath before pulling himself slowly out and disposing of the condom. When his eyes fell upon Bam’s still hard cock, he tried to hide the sad smile that crossed over his face.
“I don’t like condoms…” Bam whined quietly. “I couldn’t feel you… the same way…”
“Me either…” Ryan agreed before nuzzling his chin between Bam’s thigh and cock. “We won’t need to use them forever…”
“I know…” Bam gasped out as Dunn swallowed him down. “Sorry about earlier…” He whispered before losing the ability to think as Ryan hummed around him. It took all of ten seconds of the wet, vibrating heat constricting around him to draw out his orgasm. Sighing contently, Bam pulled the trucker up beside him. “I am sorry.”
Dunn answered him with an affectionate kiss. “Feel better?”
“Uh huh…”
Ryan smiled before grabbing Bam’s clothes and pressing them to his chest. “Get dressed; we still have to six more hours to drive.”
“Wait!” Bam scrambled to grab onto his arm.
“Babe, we really have to get going…” Dunn replied trying not to sound frustrated.
Grinning up at him, Bam tried not to laugh as he replied. “Not before you pay the toll…”
Chapter 27