Culmination
Title: Culmination
Chapter: 20
Fandom: Jackass/Viva La Bam
Rating: Mild NC-17
Pairing: Bam/Johnny, Ryan/Johnny, Bam/Ryan/Johnny
Warning: Spoilers for Viva La Bam’s Fort Knoxville, Jackass 1 & 2...
Disclaimer: It’s fiction. Learn it, live it... love it.
Word Count: 2178
Beta: Abysmal Seraph, my darling...
Summary: A follow-up to the branding incident...
Author’s Note: A little bit of a jump in the timeline, I hope it works…
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
“You were fine and fucking dandy to hook me up to that fucking thing. This is bullshit!” Bam threw the military phone to the floor. They’d gotten a call a few days after meeting up with Johnny and were filming a few short skits for the VMA awards. It had all been in good fun, but after being knocked to his ass by the electric current, Bam was pissed.
“Come on, Bam… it was just your hand… it’s not like someone shoved their foot up your ass…” Ryan hollered across the room at him.
“Fuck you, Dunn… and fuck you too, Knoxville.” Cradling his bleeding hand, Bam took four wide steps towards the door. “You assholes can finish this MTV crap by your-god-damn-selves…” The ensuing slam echoed throughout the room.
Eyebrows reaching the ceiling, Chris looked around in quiet shock. It was apparent from the expression on his face that all he really wanted to do was gather everybody back together and make things right. Preston patted him on the shoulder and nodded at the door. Within minutes Wee-man, Ehren, Steve-O and Dave followed. The head cameraman subsequently called for a break and the room was empty… save for one Ryan Dunn and one Johnny Knoxville.
His gaze centering in on Johnny, a smirk played at the corner of the blonde’s mouth. Agitation vibrated throughout Knoxville’s form. “What?” He snapped.
“What what?”
“Seriously, Dunn… What?!”
“Why won’t you fucking just let Bam latch it onto your thumb or some shit, have a go and be done with it…” he asked curiously. Hands settling on his hips, Ryan continued. “You’d rather see him pitching a hissy fit and being a dramatic bitch all fucking day long?”
“Why does the camera have to be rolling for it?” Johnny whined as he pulled at a string on the hemline of his shirt distractedly.
“Because Bam would want it to be…”
“Then fuck no, I ain’t doing it…”
“Wait.” Dunn narrowed his eyes at Knoxville. “But you would off camera? For Bam?”
“Yeah…”
It suddenly clicked and Ryan’s smirk came into full bloom. He licked his lips and stepped towards Johnny. Knoxville took a step back. Dunn did it again. Johnny took another step back…and so forth until he was backed against the wall. “You fucking pain junky…” Ryan teased. “It gets you hard or something… that’s why you won’t do it on film…”
“Uh…”
“Uh?”
“It does more than that?”
Dunn’s eyes flashed. He pawed at Johnny’s crotch, grinning at the reaction happening under his touch. “What? You come in your pants?” He teased. When Knoxville turned his face from him in embarrassment, Ryan realized how just on the money he was. Leaning forward, he whispered. “Just from a shock? Like one small one? Or would you need a prolonged shock?” He elongated the ‘O’ and cut the K short with a hiss. Wide chest and broad shoulders covering Johnny’s slighter build, Dunn literally had Knoxville pressed into the wall. He was just pulling away from the shell of Johnny’s ear with a mocking laugh when Bam stomped back in.
“Fucking diva, I fucking ate shit for this god damn film and you’re too good…” He jerked to a stop in the middle of the room when he caught sight of them. “Did I interrupt something?” Bam sneered.
Ryan sighed and rolled his eyes before pushing himself off of Johnny. Bam was almost to the door when Dunn managed to grab him. Fists and arms flying, Bam fought him off. In the end, he still ended up slammed against the door. “Cool the fuck off and listen.” Ryan spat.
“You know? It’s hot in bed, but I’m getting real sick of you pushing my ass around all the time. I ain’t your fucking slave, Dunn.”
The use of his last name in the privacy of the room shocked him; shocked him enough that Ryan took a step back. “I don’t…” He started to speak.
“You do.”
“Bam…I…” Dunn faltered.
“Save it, you and Knoxville can go fuck yourselves silly for all I care… I’ll be at the bar.”
Still staring at the door after it slammed shut, Dunn didn’t move until Johnny came up behind him and spoke. “He…”
Dunn cut his eyes over at the brunette. “No, he doesn’t have a fucking clue.”
“Do you?” Knoxville challenged.
“What?!”
“You have been pushing him around a lot… barking orders at him all the time…” Blinking, Ryan couldn’t seem to wrap his mind around the words coming out of Johnny’s mouth. “It’s like now that you can control him… you won’t let go… Have you ever let go of the reins since that first night?”
Eyes closing as he shook his head, Dunn slumped against the wall. “Fuck…” He looked up at Knoxville. “I can’t…”
“Why not?”
“You don’t get… I don’t get off on this pain shit like you… he fucking hurts me… I’ll end up pissed off and shoving his ass to the floor. Instead of fucking, we’ll just end up throwing punches…”
“Have you told him that?”
“What the fuck do you think, Jackass?”
“That would be a no…”
“Exactly.”
“Maybe you should.”
“Yeah, well maybe you fucking should.”
“Maybe.”
Dunn’s eyes widened. “You wouldn’t”
Johnny took a step closer and leaned in towards Ryan. “For Bam?” He parroted before pressing his lips to Dunn’s. He tried forcing his tongue into his mouth. When Ryan refused, he pulled back and whispered, “For me?”
Jaw slackening, Dunn finally let Knoxville plunder his lips. As Johnny pulled away, Ryan shyly whispered, “Will you talk to him?”
“For you? Anything…”
***
Bottle of Jack perched dangerously on the edge of the bathtub, Bam settled further into the water and sighed. The dull buzz of the alcohol lessened the anger from his spat with Dunn and Knoxville, but now he felt fucking lonely. He hated feeling lonely. Taking another long swig, he didn’t bother to hide the flinch as the liquid burned down his throat. He longed for day long drinking binges wherein he didn’t have a care in the world. Chuckling sourly to himself, he replayed one of the more lucid memories he had of him and Ville waking up drunk as skunks waist deep and still clothed in a bathtub very similar to the one he was now stretched out naked in. Another swig and Bam regarded the half empty bottle with a mournful gaze. He wasn’t hardly drunk enough for as much as he’d drank. Gut reactions took over when Knoxville waltzed into the room as Bam pitched the bottle at his head.
Johnny ducked it with a shocked laugh. “Now I’m not nearly as sorry as I was before I opened the door.”
“Sorry, my ass… since when does the Supreme Jackass apologize for shit?” Bam absentmindedly reached for the bottle in the now empty spot left on the edge of the tub. Realization struck as he glared at the door now dripping with the amber-toned liquor. “You made me waste my Jack! First beer… now this…”
Trying not to laugh, Knoxville knelt beside the tub and gave Bam a pitying look. Picking up a still dry washcloth draped over the far end, he dipped it in the water. “You know what your problem is, Margera…? For all that you pretend that the world revolves around you… you’re blind to when it really does.”
“Take your fucking riddles and get out of my fucking bath, asshole.”
“Dunn’s not the only one getting a little too pushy…” Johnny lifted the cloth and let it dangle over Bam’s chest. Drops of water cascaded over his goose-pimpling flesh before slowing down to a much slower drip. “However, pushy works for me… on others… no so much.”
“What?” Bam replied dumbly, lifting his eyes from the fist over his torso to look at Knoxville’s face.
“We’re talking about Ryan… in case your drunk ass couldn’t figure that shit out.” Pressing the cloth along Bam’s collarbone, Johnny continued his explanation. “Has he ever reacted the same way to things as me?”
“Huh?”
Knoxville blew out a heavy sigh and threw the washcloth back to the far end of the tub water before staring Bam in the face. “You can slap, punch, hit, cut, tie-up, burn… well, you can do pretty much anything to me… and I’ll beg for more…”
Despite his drunken anger and the chilled water he was sitting in, Bam’s cock thickened at Johnny’s words. But he was trying his hardest not to let that get in the way of… whatever Knoxville was trying to do. “And…?”
“Do any of the above to Ryan… what would happen?”
Bam blinked. Oh, he knew what Dunn would do. It would start off with a few angry words then escalate. He’d retaliate and viciously. “He’d kick my ass…”
“Would that stop you from trying anything?”
“Probably not…”
Wrapping his hand around Bam’s cock, Johnny pulled. “And that’s the fucking problem…” The anger flared back up behind cold, blue eyes. With a hiss, Bam tried to pull away from Knoxville only to have the man tighten his grasp. “You know that and Ryan knows that… he’s not treating you like a slave, Bam… it’s the only way he feels safe around you…”
“Says you…” Bam bucked involuntarily into Johnny’s hand as he hissed his reply.
“Says Dunn…”
“Fuck you…”
Knoxville sped up his ministrations. “He’s never going to submit to a hard, angry fuck from you… and we both know it…”
His breath coming in pants, Bam gasped. “And your point?”
“You love him? Then fucking show him…”
Eyes rolling back in his head, Bam shuddered when the jagged edge of Johnny’s thumbnail dug into the tenders flesh just beneath the head of his cock. The room was spinning in a drunken blur as he arched up and came with a silent shout. Vision hazy, he watched Knoxville rinse his hand in the bath water and walk out. “Still doesn’t explain what your fucking problem is…” He mumbled after him. Legs wobbling with more than just the effects of alcohol, Bam climbed out of the tub. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he stumbled out of the room.
***
“What the fuck happened to the carpet?! Jesus, we’re not even filming and you shits ruin it!” Dunn’s voice boomed.
Squinting at the light, Bam lifted his head from the pillow he’d buried himself in. “Can you talk any louder?”
“As a matter of fact, Bam… I can. You know I paid for this room my-fucking-self… what’s with the shit all over the carpet?!”
“What shit?” He sat up, but before he could catch glimpse of the floor his face paled. “Trash can…trash can!”
Still thoroughly pissed, Ryan grabbed the nearest garbage bin and handed it to him. “It’s not even 5 pm and you’re puking drunk?”
But the vomit never came. Bam perched his chin on the edge of the can. “Puking hung over, dick breath…” His eyes widened when he noticed what exactly Dunn had been bitching about. The light brown carpet was cover in large dark splotches. He slowly started to stand to go and inspect them when a burning pain shot up his ankle to his thigh. “Fuck!” He yelled and collapsed back to the bed clutching his leg. The bin fell to the floor beside him.
Ryan was kneeling in front of him in seconds and inspecting his heel. “You decide to recycle the bottles with your feet or something, dip shit?” Tearing off his shirt, he dabbed at the blood seeping out from around the jagged piece of glass sticking out of Bam’s foot.
“Threw the bottle at Knoxville…”
“What?”
“Was taking a bath and drinking some Jack… he interrupted…”
“So you threw the bottle at him?”
“Isn’t that what I just fucking said?”
“Did you even realize you stepped in the shards?”
“Yeah, Ryan… that’s why I just tried standing up… I thought it’d be fun to see how far in I could shove the fucker…”
With an unhappy sigh, Dunn released Bam’s ankle. “You don’t have to be an ass about it…”
“I’ll pay for the fucking room, okay… can you just get it out?”
Rolling his eyes, Ryan nodded before standing. “There’s a first aid kit down the hall… I’ll be right back.”
***
Bam must have passed out again, because when he sat back up, Dunn was already at the end of the bed eying the rather large piece of bloodstained glass. “You’re lucky this didn’t hit an artery…” He commented before wrapping tape over the gauze padding the bottom of Bam’s foot. “Once you’ve sobered up… you should probably have a medic look at it… make sure you don’t need stitches.”
“Hey, Dunn…”
“Uh huh?” Ryan tore at the paper tape with his teeth before making his final touches on the bandage.
“What was up with you and Knoxville earlier?”
Dragging his worried gaze from Bam’s foot to his face, Dunn forced a smile. “Just talking, Bam…”
“About what?”
“…you…”
“Me?”
“You seemed surprised.”
“I am…”
Chapter: 20
Fandom: Jackass/Viva La Bam
Rating: Mild NC-17
Pairing: Bam/Johnny, Ryan/Johnny, Bam/Ryan/Johnny
Warning: Spoilers for Viva La Bam’s Fort Knoxville, Jackass 1 & 2...
Disclaimer: It’s fiction. Learn it, live it... love it.
Word Count: 2178
Beta: Abysmal Seraph, my darling...
Summary: A follow-up to the branding incident...
Author’s Note: A little bit of a jump in the timeline, I hope it works…
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
“You were fine and fucking dandy to hook me up to that fucking thing. This is bullshit!” Bam threw the military phone to the floor. They’d gotten a call a few days after meeting up with Johnny and were filming a few short skits for the VMA awards. It had all been in good fun, but after being knocked to his ass by the electric current, Bam was pissed.
“Come on, Bam… it was just your hand… it’s not like someone shoved their foot up your ass…” Ryan hollered across the room at him.
“Fuck you, Dunn… and fuck you too, Knoxville.” Cradling his bleeding hand, Bam took four wide steps towards the door. “You assholes can finish this MTV crap by your-god-damn-selves…” The ensuing slam echoed throughout the room.
Eyebrows reaching the ceiling, Chris looked around in quiet shock. It was apparent from the expression on his face that all he really wanted to do was gather everybody back together and make things right. Preston patted him on the shoulder and nodded at the door. Within minutes Wee-man, Ehren, Steve-O and Dave followed. The head cameraman subsequently called for a break and the room was empty… save for one Ryan Dunn and one Johnny Knoxville.
His gaze centering in on Johnny, a smirk played at the corner of the blonde’s mouth. Agitation vibrated throughout Knoxville’s form. “What?” He snapped.
“What what?”
“Seriously, Dunn… What?!”
“Why won’t you fucking just let Bam latch it onto your thumb or some shit, have a go and be done with it…” he asked curiously. Hands settling on his hips, Ryan continued. “You’d rather see him pitching a hissy fit and being a dramatic bitch all fucking day long?”
“Why does the camera have to be rolling for it?” Johnny whined as he pulled at a string on the hemline of his shirt distractedly.
“Because Bam would want it to be…”
“Then fuck no, I ain’t doing it…”
“Wait.” Dunn narrowed his eyes at Knoxville. “But you would off camera? For Bam?”
“Yeah…”
It suddenly clicked and Ryan’s smirk came into full bloom. He licked his lips and stepped towards Johnny. Knoxville took a step back. Dunn did it again. Johnny took another step back…and so forth until he was backed against the wall. “You fucking pain junky…” Ryan teased. “It gets you hard or something… that’s why you won’t do it on film…”
“Uh…”
“Uh?”
“It does more than that?”
Dunn’s eyes flashed. He pawed at Johnny’s crotch, grinning at the reaction happening under his touch. “What? You come in your pants?” He teased. When Knoxville turned his face from him in embarrassment, Ryan realized how just on the money he was. Leaning forward, he whispered. “Just from a shock? Like one small one? Or would you need a prolonged shock?” He elongated the ‘O’ and cut the K short with a hiss. Wide chest and broad shoulders covering Johnny’s slighter build, Dunn literally had Knoxville pressed into the wall. He was just pulling away from the shell of Johnny’s ear with a mocking laugh when Bam stomped back in.
“Fucking diva, I fucking ate shit for this god damn film and you’re too good…” He jerked to a stop in the middle of the room when he caught sight of them. “Did I interrupt something?” Bam sneered.
Ryan sighed and rolled his eyes before pushing himself off of Johnny. Bam was almost to the door when Dunn managed to grab him. Fists and arms flying, Bam fought him off. In the end, he still ended up slammed against the door. “Cool the fuck off and listen.” Ryan spat.
“You know? It’s hot in bed, but I’m getting real sick of you pushing my ass around all the time. I ain’t your fucking slave, Dunn.”
The use of his last name in the privacy of the room shocked him; shocked him enough that Ryan took a step back. “I don’t…” He started to speak.
“You do.”
“Bam…I…” Dunn faltered.
“Save it, you and Knoxville can go fuck yourselves silly for all I care… I’ll be at the bar.”
Still staring at the door after it slammed shut, Dunn didn’t move until Johnny came up behind him and spoke. “He…”
Dunn cut his eyes over at the brunette. “No, he doesn’t have a fucking clue.”
“Do you?” Knoxville challenged.
“What?!”
“You have been pushing him around a lot… barking orders at him all the time…” Blinking, Ryan couldn’t seem to wrap his mind around the words coming out of Johnny’s mouth. “It’s like now that you can control him… you won’t let go… Have you ever let go of the reins since that first night?”
Eyes closing as he shook his head, Dunn slumped against the wall. “Fuck…” He looked up at Knoxville. “I can’t…”
“Why not?”
“You don’t get… I don’t get off on this pain shit like you… he fucking hurts me… I’ll end up pissed off and shoving his ass to the floor. Instead of fucking, we’ll just end up throwing punches…”
“Have you told him that?”
“What the fuck do you think, Jackass?”
“That would be a no…”
“Exactly.”
“Maybe you should.”
“Yeah, well maybe you fucking should.”
“Maybe.”
Dunn’s eyes widened. “You wouldn’t”
Johnny took a step closer and leaned in towards Ryan. “For Bam?” He parroted before pressing his lips to Dunn’s. He tried forcing his tongue into his mouth. When Ryan refused, he pulled back and whispered, “For me?”
Jaw slackening, Dunn finally let Knoxville plunder his lips. As Johnny pulled away, Ryan shyly whispered, “Will you talk to him?”
“For you? Anything…”
***
Bottle of Jack perched dangerously on the edge of the bathtub, Bam settled further into the water and sighed. The dull buzz of the alcohol lessened the anger from his spat with Dunn and Knoxville, but now he felt fucking lonely. He hated feeling lonely. Taking another long swig, he didn’t bother to hide the flinch as the liquid burned down his throat. He longed for day long drinking binges wherein he didn’t have a care in the world. Chuckling sourly to himself, he replayed one of the more lucid memories he had of him and Ville waking up drunk as skunks waist deep and still clothed in a bathtub very similar to the one he was now stretched out naked in. Another swig and Bam regarded the half empty bottle with a mournful gaze. He wasn’t hardly drunk enough for as much as he’d drank. Gut reactions took over when Knoxville waltzed into the room as Bam pitched the bottle at his head.
Johnny ducked it with a shocked laugh. “Now I’m not nearly as sorry as I was before I opened the door.”
“Sorry, my ass… since when does the Supreme Jackass apologize for shit?” Bam absentmindedly reached for the bottle in the now empty spot left on the edge of the tub. Realization struck as he glared at the door now dripping with the amber-toned liquor. “You made me waste my Jack! First beer… now this…”
Trying not to laugh, Knoxville knelt beside the tub and gave Bam a pitying look. Picking up a still dry washcloth draped over the far end, he dipped it in the water. “You know what your problem is, Margera…? For all that you pretend that the world revolves around you… you’re blind to when it really does.”
“Take your fucking riddles and get out of my fucking bath, asshole.”
“Dunn’s not the only one getting a little too pushy…” Johnny lifted the cloth and let it dangle over Bam’s chest. Drops of water cascaded over his goose-pimpling flesh before slowing down to a much slower drip. “However, pushy works for me… on others… no so much.”
“What?” Bam replied dumbly, lifting his eyes from the fist over his torso to look at Knoxville’s face.
“We’re talking about Ryan… in case your drunk ass couldn’t figure that shit out.” Pressing the cloth along Bam’s collarbone, Johnny continued his explanation. “Has he ever reacted the same way to things as me?”
“Huh?”
Knoxville blew out a heavy sigh and threw the washcloth back to the far end of the tub water before staring Bam in the face. “You can slap, punch, hit, cut, tie-up, burn… well, you can do pretty much anything to me… and I’ll beg for more…”
Despite his drunken anger and the chilled water he was sitting in, Bam’s cock thickened at Johnny’s words. But he was trying his hardest not to let that get in the way of… whatever Knoxville was trying to do. “And…?”
“Do any of the above to Ryan… what would happen?”
Bam blinked. Oh, he knew what Dunn would do. It would start off with a few angry words then escalate. He’d retaliate and viciously. “He’d kick my ass…”
“Would that stop you from trying anything?”
“Probably not…”
Wrapping his hand around Bam’s cock, Johnny pulled. “And that’s the fucking problem…” The anger flared back up behind cold, blue eyes. With a hiss, Bam tried to pull away from Knoxville only to have the man tighten his grasp. “You know that and Ryan knows that… he’s not treating you like a slave, Bam… it’s the only way he feels safe around you…”
“Says you…” Bam bucked involuntarily into Johnny’s hand as he hissed his reply.
“Says Dunn…”
“Fuck you…”
Knoxville sped up his ministrations. “He’s never going to submit to a hard, angry fuck from you… and we both know it…”
His breath coming in pants, Bam gasped. “And your point?”
“You love him? Then fucking show him…”
Eyes rolling back in his head, Bam shuddered when the jagged edge of Johnny’s thumbnail dug into the tenders flesh just beneath the head of his cock. The room was spinning in a drunken blur as he arched up and came with a silent shout. Vision hazy, he watched Knoxville rinse his hand in the bath water and walk out. “Still doesn’t explain what your fucking problem is…” He mumbled after him. Legs wobbling with more than just the effects of alcohol, Bam climbed out of the tub. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he stumbled out of the room.
***
“What the fuck happened to the carpet?! Jesus, we’re not even filming and you shits ruin it!” Dunn’s voice boomed.
Squinting at the light, Bam lifted his head from the pillow he’d buried himself in. “Can you talk any louder?”
“As a matter of fact, Bam… I can. You know I paid for this room my-fucking-self… what’s with the shit all over the carpet?!”
“What shit?” He sat up, but before he could catch glimpse of the floor his face paled. “Trash can…trash can!”
Still thoroughly pissed, Ryan grabbed the nearest garbage bin and handed it to him. “It’s not even 5 pm and you’re puking drunk?”
But the vomit never came. Bam perched his chin on the edge of the can. “Puking hung over, dick breath…” His eyes widened when he noticed what exactly Dunn had been bitching about. The light brown carpet was cover in large dark splotches. He slowly started to stand to go and inspect them when a burning pain shot up his ankle to his thigh. “Fuck!” He yelled and collapsed back to the bed clutching his leg. The bin fell to the floor beside him.
Ryan was kneeling in front of him in seconds and inspecting his heel. “You decide to recycle the bottles with your feet or something, dip shit?” Tearing off his shirt, he dabbed at the blood seeping out from around the jagged piece of glass sticking out of Bam’s foot.
“Threw the bottle at Knoxville…”
“What?”
“Was taking a bath and drinking some Jack… he interrupted…”
“So you threw the bottle at him?”
“Isn’t that what I just fucking said?”
“Did you even realize you stepped in the shards?”
“Yeah, Ryan… that’s why I just tried standing up… I thought it’d be fun to see how far in I could shove the fucker…”
With an unhappy sigh, Dunn released Bam’s ankle. “You don’t have to be an ass about it…”
“I’ll pay for the fucking room, okay… can you just get it out?”
Rolling his eyes, Ryan nodded before standing. “There’s a first aid kit down the hall… I’ll be right back.”
***
Bam must have passed out again, because when he sat back up, Dunn was already at the end of the bed eying the rather large piece of bloodstained glass. “You’re lucky this didn’t hit an artery…” He commented before wrapping tape over the gauze padding the bottom of Bam’s foot. “Once you’ve sobered up… you should probably have a medic look at it… make sure you don’t need stitches.”
“Hey, Dunn…”
“Uh huh?” Ryan tore at the paper tape with his teeth before making his final touches on the bandage.
“What was up with you and Knoxville earlier?”
Dragging his worried gaze from Bam’s foot to his face, Dunn forced a smile. “Just talking, Bam…”
“About what?”
“…you…”
“Me?”
“You seemed surprised.”
“I am…”