Incarnate
Title: Incarnate
Chapter: 10
Fandom: Jackass/Viva La Bam/HIM AU
Rating: Mild NC-17
Pairing: Bam/Ville/Ryan
Warning: Sex is violence...
Disclaimer: Ownership is an abstract concept...
Word Count: ~1100
Summary: Bam was just waiting for someone, anyone to try and break him...
Resurrection inspired by: K in Buffalo, Abysmal Seraph & Absinthe Memory...
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9
Companions: Unseen, The Air We Breathe, Some Kind of Paradise, Hit Me, A Strange Request
Ryan’s POV
I wake to the sound of metal upon metal. Even muffled through god knows how many walls, it sounds like a feral cat’s been let loose in Bam & Ville’s kitchen. Speaking of Bam and Ville…. where the hell are they? The noise echoing from the kitchen gets even louder. There’s nothing left to do but stand my ass up and go investigate.
Through a thick fog, I pull o the closest pair of jeans I can find and trudge warily towards the ever heightening noise. Out in the hallway, the laughter finally hits my ears. I’m so fucking tired, I almost turn back but curiosity got the better of me.
As I peer into the kitchen… everything is illuminated. Well, not exactly. But I’ve got an inkling of what went down. Painted across the island like so much nude art, Bam’s eyes are pinched shut I laughter… his head thrown back in some sort of jovial abandon; framed in aluminum and copper. How the entire stock of the pots and pans, that had I’m sure, up until just minutes ago hung from the stainless steel hooks from the ceiling, had ended up in such a nefarious position… I’ll never know.
Okay, that explains where Bam is, but where is Ville? Then I hear it; his tell-tale laugh that even in just the short time I’ve know the two of them, I know he’d protest is most definitely not a giggle. Padding softly into the room, I peer around the island and find the source of said non-giggles.
A few pots and pans are scattered about him as well. Yes, yes… a clearer picture is forming. Ville’s actually laughing so hard that he’s clutching his stomach and chest. He hiccups to a stop when he sees me, but only briefly.
“Do I even what to fucking know?” I tease maintaining eye contact. From his spot perched upon the island, Bam sits upright and tucks his legs up in front of him. He’s stopped laughing, but he’s smiling bright and wide at me. Wider than I’d seen before. Bowing his head, he spares a glance at Ville.
I’m a third wheel yet again. Try as they may to incorporate me into their life, I’ll never be one of them. Putting on a happy face, I force a tight grin and make a beeline for the already brewing coffee machine. Even with my back turned to them, I can feel four eyes upon me. Sighing to myself, I pour a mug of joe and roll my shoulders.
They’ve both quieted down now and I know it’s due to my presence. I think I might be sick. Pity I never asked where the bathroom was.
“Not quite awake this morning, are we, RyRy?” The deep baritone of Ville’s voices startles me. I hadn’t even heard him climb up off the floor… let alone walk across the room. Yet, there he stood; his wicked mouth just inches from my ear.
“M’not a morning person…” I grumble.
He slides his hands into the back pockets of my pants and squeezes. I barely manage to hide my squeal of surprise. Then I frown as I suddenly realize my belt’s gone missing. Having seen this play of emotions on my face, Ville chuckles. “They look good o you…”
I’m thoroughly confused and in no way in hell awake enough for this shit. I’m about to turn around and question what the fuck Valo’s talking about when Bam’s laughter rings out again. We both turn our heads and stare at him.
“You can keep them…” He meets my gaze for the smallest moment and slowly walks out of the kitchen. It’s then that I look down. Rather than my faded stone washed jeans from the night before, I’m wearing dark denim flares that drape completely over my bare feet. How could I have not noticed? Closing my eyes, I try not to let myself blush. But I cant’ fucking help it.
To add to my humiliation, Ville’s whispering huskily into my ear again. “Tell me you didn’t have time to find your underwear?”
My heart stops. I’m so fucking caught out. There’s not even an excuse in the world I can give. When Ville’s large hand cups me through the denim, I quite abruptly don’t give a fuck. Thrusting into his grasp, I whimper and place my coffee back on the counter.
“He never wears any…” Ville continues as he begins to nibble on my neck at the precise spot my beard ends and my ear begins. It takes a few minutes for the words to sink in… oh, oh! I stop breathing as the blood rushes to my cock. Bam’s been there before… like been there… been there. When the zipper presses uncomfortably against my shaft, I can see only Bam; face slack yet attentive as Ville kneels before him biting and nipping at the straining dick held just beneath the very pants I’m wearing. It’s a complete fantasy but it damn near gets me off right then and there.
Teeth drag my earlobe into the warm recess of his mouth, and I just let go. Slumping back against Ville’s chest, I bare my neck even more. For my efforts, I’m given a quick almost chaste kiss on my ear before he speaks again. “You work today?”
Groaning unhappily, I nod. “At two...”
“Good thing it’s only nine then…” I can feel the smile on his lips as they slide under my hair and along the nape of my neck. My shoulders tense when his teeth come down on my neck. If we were wolves or some shit… what he’s doing would definitely be considered an act of dominance. Who exactly is the Alpha Male here? I’m thoroughly and completely confused. And I wonder if he treats Bam like this… or is this something reserved just for me? Bowing my head down into the bite, my eyes slide shut as something new and somewhat unexpected washes over everything.
For me. For. Me. Does that mean I belong? Does that make me more than just someone hitching their way through? Ville’s hands grasp my hips and tug them back sharply against his own. A low rumbling growl fills the air. I open my mouth only to shut it without saying a word. What can I even fucking say? Whatever he wants, I’ll give it to him…
Chapter: 10
Fandom: Jackass/Viva La Bam/HIM AU
Rating: Mild NC-17
Pairing: Bam/Ville/Ryan
Warning: Sex is violence...
Disclaimer: Ownership is an abstract concept...
Word Count: ~1100
Summary: Bam was just waiting for someone, anyone to try and break him...
Resurrection inspired by: K in Buffalo, Abysmal Seraph & Absinthe Memory...
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9
Companions: Unseen, The Air We Breathe, Some Kind of Paradise, Hit Me, A Strange Request
Ryan’s POV
I wake to the sound of metal upon metal. Even muffled through god knows how many walls, it sounds like a feral cat’s been let loose in Bam & Ville’s kitchen. Speaking of Bam and Ville…. where the hell are they? The noise echoing from the kitchen gets even louder. There’s nothing left to do but stand my ass up and go investigate.
Through a thick fog, I pull o the closest pair of jeans I can find and trudge warily towards the ever heightening noise. Out in the hallway, the laughter finally hits my ears. I’m so fucking tired, I almost turn back but curiosity got the better of me.
As I peer into the kitchen… everything is illuminated. Well, not exactly. But I’ve got an inkling of what went down. Painted across the island like so much nude art, Bam’s eyes are pinched shut I laughter… his head thrown back in some sort of jovial abandon; framed in aluminum and copper. How the entire stock of the pots and pans, that had I’m sure, up until just minutes ago hung from the stainless steel hooks from the ceiling, had ended up in such a nefarious position… I’ll never know.
Okay, that explains where Bam is, but where is Ville? Then I hear it; his tell-tale laugh that even in just the short time I’ve know the two of them, I know he’d protest is most definitely not a giggle. Padding softly into the room, I peer around the island and find the source of said non-giggles.
A few pots and pans are scattered about him as well. Yes, yes… a clearer picture is forming. Ville’s actually laughing so hard that he’s clutching his stomach and chest. He hiccups to a stop when he sees me, but only briefly.
“Do I even what to fucking know?” I tease maintaining eye contact. From his spot perched upon the island, Bam sits upright and tucks his legs up in front of him. He’s stopped laughing, but he’s smiling bright and wide at me. Wider than I’d seen before. Bowing his head, he spares a glance at Ville.
I’m a third wheel yet again. Try as they may to incorporate me into their life, I’ll never be one of them. Putting on a happy face, I force a tight grin and make a beeline for the already brewing coffee machine. Even with my back turned to them, I can feel four eyes upon me. Sighing to myself, I pour a mug of joe and roll my shoulders.
They’ve both quieted down now and I know it’s due to my presence. I think I might be sick. Pity I never asked where the bathroom was.
“Not quite awake this morning, are we, RyRy?” The deep baritone of Ville’s voices startles me. I hadn’t even heard him climb up off the floor… let alone walk across the room. Yet, there he stood; his wicked mouth just inches from my ear.
“M’not a morning person…” I grumble.
He slides his hands into the back pockets of my pants and squeezes. I barely manage to hide my squeal of surprise. Then I frown as I suddenly realize my belt’s gone missing. Having seen this play of emotions on my face, Ville chuckles. “They look good o you…”
I’m thoroughly confused and in no way in hell awake enough for this shit. I’m about to turn around and question what the fuck Valo’s talking about when Bam’s laughter rings out again. We both turn our heads and stare at him.
“You can keep them…” He meets my gaze for the smallest moment and slowly walks out of the kitchen. It’s then that I look down. Rather than my faded stone washed jeans from the night before, I’m wearing dark denim flares that drape completely over my bare feet. How could I have not noticed? Closing my eyes, I try not to let myself blush. But I cant’ fucking help it.
To add to my humiliation, Ville’s whispering huskily into my ear again. “Tell me you didn’t have time to find your underwear?”
My heart stops. I’m so fucking caught out. There’s not even an excuse in the world I can give. When Ville’s large hand cups me through the denim, I quite abruptly don’t give a fuck. Thrusting into his grasp, I whimper and place my coffee back on the counter.
“He never wears any…” Ville continues as he begins to nibble on my neck at the precise spot my beard ends and my ear begins. It takes a few minutes for the words to sink in… oh, oh! I stop breathing as the blood rushes to my cock. Bam’s been there before… like been there… been there. When the zipper presses uncomfortably against my shaft, I can see only Bam; face slack yet attentive as Ville kneels before him biting and nipping at the straining dick held just beneath the very pants I’m wearing. It’s a complete fantasy but it damn near gets me off right then and there.
Teeth drag my earlobe into the warm recess of his mouth, and I just let go. Slumping back against Ville’s chest, I bare my neck even more. For my efforts, I’m given a quick almost chaste kiss on my ear before he speaks again. “You work today?”
Groaning unhappily, I nod. “At two...”
“Good thing it’s only nine then…” I can feel the smile on his lips as they slide under my hair and along the nape of my neck. My shoulders tense when his teeth come down on my neck. If we were wolves or some shit… what he’s doing would definitely be considered an act of dominance. Who exactly is the Alpha Male here? I’m thoroughly and completely confused. And I wonder if he treats Bam like this… or is this something reserved just for me? Bowing my head down into the bite, my eyes slide shut as something new and somewhat unexpected washes over everything.
For me. For. Me. Does that mean I belong? Does that make me more than just someone hitching their way through? Ville’s hands grasp my hips and tug them back sharply against his own. A low rumbling growl fills the air. I open my mouth only to shut it without saying a word. What can I even fucking say? Whatever he wants, I’ll give it to him…