Purple, It's Not Just a Color... It's a Lifestyle.
Title: Purple, It's Not Just a Color... It's a Lifestyle.
Authors: k_in_buffalo & trollsttroll
Chapter: 2
Fandom: Bloodhound Gang/Jackass/Viva La BAM AU
Pairing: Jimmy Pop/Bam Margera
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Look at the pairing. Need we say more?
Summary: There is no Bloodhound Gang and Bam didn't go pro or become a Jackass. Just two Pennsylvania boys who meet, become friends and then more. Was very vaguely inspired by talking about Clerks and Mallrats...
Authors' Note: Originally written as an RP...
Prologue
Chapter 1
The skater woke to a scorching heat pressed along his back, but his neck was wet as fuck. What the hell? Smacking his lips together, he groaned. Yeah, way too much to fucking drink last night. But those shots had been damn good. Ugh, his stomach twisted at just the thought. Jim had damn near kept up with him the whole.... damn, fuck, shit. He kissed his best fucking friend. And it had felt fantastic. He'd hated it and pulled away. But then he'd kissed him! But then... Groaning into the pillow, Bam shifted trying to wiggle himself out from under Jimmy.
Jimmy groaned as Bam shifted. "No, awake bad, sleep good. Light... no, no, no." He slipped away from Bam to bury his very hung-over face deep in one of Bam's pillows. "Don't wanna get up. In fact, could you do me a favor, Bambi? Just shoot me, okay?"
An unintelligible noise coming from his curled lips, Bam rolled cautiously onto his back. "... not until you tell me how much of an ass I made out of myself last night..." Blindly reaching out grabbed for his cigrattes, the skater muttered. "... where the hell are my smokes?" He sat up abruptly to scan the room only to fall back to the bed with a defeated whimper. "Alright two bullet... one for each of us..." Draping an arm over his eyes, Bam waited for the throbbing in his head to dull to a low roar.
After a few minutes of laying very still and praying Bam didn't move, Jimmy spoke up. "Dude, I think we're going steady. Find me some fucking asprins and you are so to third base..."
No, he fucking didn't! Swallowing loudly, Bam peeked over at his friend from under his arm. All he could see was the back of the Jimmy's head. He had two options. One, flip the fuck out. Two, go with it. "Funny... how do I rate... just getting to third base at whatever the fuck time it is in the morning...?" Slowly climbing off the bed, Bam shielded his face from the light eeking in the windows and made his way to the bathroom. Upon rooting out a bottle of tylenol he palmed a few dry into his mouth and swallowed. Back in the bedroom he threw the bottle at Jimmy's side. "Seriously, Jim... are we okay?"
Jimmy was still face down in a pillow, willing himself unconscious or dead. "Yeah, Bam Bam... we're alright. Gonna take something weirder than you being a homo to scrape me off your boot." He choked down enough of the pills Bam offered to probably kill a horse. "You alright?"
"Other than my throat feels sore as fuck... I'm fine..." He answered avoiding Jim's real question. Gingerly he climbed back up on the bed and laid down facing his friend.
"Calling in, huh?" Bam ruffled Jimmy's hair taking much more delight in the pained groan it induced than he really should.
"Seriously cut that shit out and yeah, fuck yeah, I'm calling in. You are too." Jimmy moaned at him.
Bam chuckled. "... did you forget? Day off... unless the incompetant bastards call me in." The skater looked at his phone warily. God, he fucking hoped not. Hand still lingering in Jim's hair, Bam let his fingers card through the short locks before pulling away his arm with a look of regret on his face. He sighed quietly and snuggled back into the bed.
Without looking up Jimmy mumbled, "Ain't gotta stop... turn off your phone; ain't going in even if the fucking place burns down... and stop pouting." Jimmy grinned into the pillow. "And don't say you ain't. I know better."
Doing a double take at Jim, Bam reached out with his hand shaking and continued petting his hair. It felt weird as fuck now knowing that his best fucking friend had basically given him the go ahead to like ... was this fucking cuddling? "J-jim?"
"What? Now you're sober you remembering what a loser I am?" There was humor in Jimmy's tone but it masked tension. "We're all good, Bambi. What ever you want to make of that."
Snorting, Bam replied in just as masked of a tone. "... they say it takes one to know one..." Twirling short locks around his fingertips, the skater licked his lips and drug his eyes over Jimmy's body and back up to where his hand was buried in the other man's hair. "... what are we doing?"
"Damned if I know." Jimmy finally turned his face out of the pillow to look at Bam. "You tell me..."
Breathing heavy, let his eyes fall shut. Fuck, he was sober... had the hangover to prove it yet all he wanted to do was lean down and kiss Jimmy. The skater's hand slid slowly to cup the other man's cheek as he turned about face. "...you don't want what I want..." Bam finally admitted in a quiet voice.
Jimmy looked at Bam's face, reading the anguish and wishing he could pretend it was caused by Bam having a pounding headache that matched his. Well, he probably does. But that ain't his malfunction and you know it. "Don't know what I want now." Jim said honestly, watching Bam's closed eyes and pinched face. "Kinda worried no matter what I do now. No matter how this goes down. Eventually I'll fuck it up. Cause it's what I do. Love you man, admittedly at the moment more in a beer commercial kind of way. But I do." Jimmy's face took on an embarassed cast. "Sort of ashamed to say it but I kinda need you. That's why this shit scares me some."
The skater remained silent for a few minutes before taking a deep breath; flinching at the throbbing it caused. "Well... then that... will have to be good enough..." Bam leaned forward just knowing that Jim was going to pull back, but he did it anyways. He pressed a small kiss over his bottom lip and said quietly. "... but, know something okay? There ain't that much shit that you could do... that'd piss me off so much that I'd not be your fucking friend... okay?"
Jimmy did not flinch when Bam kissed him. His problems most certainly did not stem from Bam not being kissable. He reached out and touched Bam's arm. "Promise?"
"... swear to fucking God, Jimbo... just don't get all weird cuz my queer ass has a crush on you... shit, won't even act no different at work... gotta keep the morons in check, right?" Bam tried for joviality but couldn't quite hide the seriousness of his tone... or the hitching of his breath when Jimmy reached out and touched him.
Jimmy chuckled softly. "Ain't my fault. Pretty big bomb to drop. Oh, by the way, I'm queer as a football bat... sorry I didn't mention it in the last five years. Yeah, and I'm also hot for your fat ass." Jimmy punched Bam's shoulder. "You better not act diff there. The teeny boppers under you will eat you alive if you show any weakness. Remember what we used to do to Bob when he was in your position?" Jim grinned at Bam.
He couldn't help himself, the skater started laughing. Fuck, they'd messed with Bob so fucking bad. It was a good thing that over half his sales team was intimidated by Jimmy. Dude could just move at them and they scurried. Fucking hilarious. "Hate to break it to your gloating ass... but it hasn't been the whole fucking five years... dipshit..." Bam fell back on the bed; intentionally closer to Jim than he had been before.
"You being gay or lusting after me secretly?" Jimmy grinned, happy to see Bam seeming to relax. He didn't miss Bam shifting closer. He didn't shift away, nor did he move in himself. Jim was pretty fucking unsure. If Bam wanted it, he was going to have to make it happen.
Slamming his hip bone against Jimmy, Bam snickered. "Smart ass mother fucker... god, my head fucking hurts." He tried to hide the shiver that ran through his body when the other man retaliated with a chuckle.
Curiousity got the better of Jim. "So I gotta ask. You full on queer? What about Jenn? And that Missy chick you cheated on her with and what was the other one? Jessica was it? Dude, I wish I was gay so I could get chicks like that." Jimmy shot Bam a wicked grin.
Laughing despite himself at Jim's pure cheesiness, Bam rested his head against his friend's shoulder. "Jenn man... I was still like in denial or some shit. Jessica? Fuck man, who wouldn't hit that? ... and dude, Missy..." The skater paused for moment before answering. "... was, IS a friend..." Turning his head to look up at his friend, Bam smirked. "What about you Mr. Chicks with Dicks... or as I like to say Dudes with Tits..."
Bam's head on his shoulder didn't bother him. The fact it didn't at all was sort of surprising. Then again their reaction to each other had been comfortable and natural from day one. Why should this be any different? "Dude, everything is better with titties." Jimmy said solemnly, then laughed. "But dick don't scare me. Never has. I mean I ain't cruising gay bars and I've never dated a guy, but shit happens ya know?"
Blinking in confusion, Bam frowned. "Shit, I must have been drunker than even I I thought... I could've sworn you said you'd had a boyfriend last night... some shit about being ahead of me yet again..." With a shrug, the skater let his eyes slide shut and tried to will away his hangover.
"I guess that was me seeing if you had a boyfriend ever. I dunno I was pretty wasted. Made sense at the moment. Head's still swimming under the headache really. Was my way of saying I've fooled around some. Nothing like... serious." Jimmy actually blushed.
He really hadn't even needed to say it. Jim obviously had figured out that Bam hadn't exactly done much with men before. It was actually kind of embarassing. As much as he jerked off thinking about shit like that... he'd never actually went out and sought out a dude to fuck around with. It'd probably freak Jimmy out or embarass the hell out of himself if he admitted that he was a bit scared to actually let a dude he didn't know even touch him like that... that a huge part of his crush on Jim had been egged on by just how much he trusted the dude. Bam's only outward reaction was to chuckle a little.
Bam was all but pressed into his side. Jimmy wrapped the arm that was half under Bam around him loosely. "You know, this might be easier to figure out when neither of us are hurting." He gave Bam a light squeeze. "Nap or food? Nothing like a greasy diner breakfast and a beer to cure a hang over."
The mixed signals his friend was sending him, had Bam reeling. Did he or didn't he? Depsite how shitty he felt, if given the hint that he knew Jim wanted him back... he'd have his tongue shoved halfway down his throat by now; hangover be damned. "Neither are exactly my first choice..." He admitted glumly. "...but whatever you want to do, Jimbo."
Jimmy raised an eyebrow, looking down at the face pressed into his shoulder. "What's your first choice?" he asked suspiciously. Oh, he had an idea alright.
"...nothing. Nevermind..." Bam moved his legs restlessly. "Did you bring any cigarettes in here? I don't know where the fuck mine are..."
"Bambi, you know I always got smokes nearby. I'll share too."Jimmy smirked at him. "But not with that nevermind bullshit. You never hid shit from me before. You gonna start now?"
"Yeah, I gotta if shit's gonna be all... normal again." He held a hand out to take the cigarette whenever Jim handed it to him. No matter how much Jim told him that the issue wasn't with Bam or Bam being a dude... the skater was convinced that HE was the sole reason Jimmy was uninterested.
"Dude, that's just not cool. It's not going to be normal if you walk around acting like you have to be careful what you say or do. That ain't you, ain't me, ain't us." Jimmy pulled the slightly squashed pack out from under the pillow and lit one for each of them, handing one to Bam.
"Shit, Jim... how the hell am I suppose to get the fuck past how I've let myself feel about you if you won't fucking let me..." He took the cigarette from Jim and took a pitiful drag from it before staring at the cherry as it burnt down.
"Is that your plan then?"Jimmy looked confused.
"Well, what the fuck do you want me to do? Tell you every time I'd rather be macking your ass... or let you be... I get it, you ain't into me... just didn't want to bother you." Bam replied in a rushed voice.
"God, I fucking forget sometimes how big a dipshit you really are." Jimmy rolled his eyes and heaved an exagerated sighed. "I didn't say I wasn't into you. I merely expressed my concerns of how you 'macking on' ..." Jimmy made air quotes over Bam, then dropped back to holding him loosely "... my ass might affect our friendship. Ain't the same thing. Told you when you asked what we were doing... you tell me."
"So your ass ain't got a say in it? It's just me?"
"Hells yeah." Jimmy nudged Bam with his hip, but then hugged him a little. "That way when I fuck up I can at least partly blame you." Jimmy chuckled.
Bam snorted. "I geuss if it's just me... then I'm gonna be a selfish bastard..." The skater looked up and met Jimmy's eyes. "And don't you dare fucking say anymore god damn shit about hurting me..."
Jimmy bit down on the smart ass quip about his track record. He was utterly clueless about how one proceeded into an actual realtionship with one's male best friend. He suspected it was different than either the girls he'd supposedly dated but more tortured or hurried blowjobs with random guys in bathrooms. He really just wished Bam would fucking grow a set or something. So he didn't answer, just lay there with Bam cuddled against him and took a drag off his smoke.
"So..." Bam leaned over his friend and placed his cig in the ashtray and did the same to Jimmy's. "... if I say I want to spend the morning kissing you and shit... fuck what you call us... friends, boyfriends... I don't give a fuck... all I know is I want to touch you... is that clear enough? Is that how you want me to tell you shit?"
"It's a start, yeah." Jimmy grinned at him. "Cause I'm fucking clueless, Bambi."
Placing his hand over Jim's jaw, thumb along one side and fingers along the other, Bam turned his friend's face to his own. "Are you okay with this?" He asked licking his lips.
"Would it be enough to say sorta? I always though there was nothing I wouldn't do for Bam, he's the best dude ever. I just didn't quite envision this exact scenario... wait" He said before Bam could protest. "That don't mean it don't intrigue me. Just try to keep in mind it really is me you are asking for, all of me, means you get my flaws too and you of all people know they are prodigious." Jimmy told him earnestly.
Bam laughed through his nose. "Prodi-what, dude? Never fucking mind... Jim, if I didn't mean all of you... I could just go fuck pretty much any dude that seemed interested.... this is about all of you... and Jesus fucking Christ... I sound like a god-damn girl."
Jimmy rolled his eyes, and not for the first time that morning. "Bambi, I am hung over, ergo less patient than my normal saintly self. So shut the fuck up and do something or I'm going back to sleep. Okay?"
"Dude, you fucking asked... whatever... shut up." Leaning down, Bam pressed his lips roughly against Jimmy's. He hooked a leg over the other man's and waited for a response.
Jimmy leaned into the kiss, deepening it and parting his lips. Bam had been all but teasing him for like twelve hours as far as he was concerned. The arm he had around Bam tightened and the other dropped to grip the thigh now draped over him.
Fuck, was this seriously happening? Had he seriously been misreading Jim the entire fucking night? Burying a hand in the short hair along the nape of Jimmy's neck, Bam pulled the other man into his kiss and pressed his tongue deep into his mouth. The skater shifted until he was practically kneeling over Jimmy.
When Bam shifted to hover over him Jim's hands moved to his hips. He really wasn't sure how this had all happened, nor of the wisdom in it. But fuck it felt good... normal. How weird is it that I'm freaking making out with Bam and it's not that weird. Jimmy mused as his tongue twined with his best friend's.
Rocking just barely inches away from Jim's hip, Bam whimpered into his friend's mouth as their lips slid against one anothers. His fist flexed and tightened at the other man's neck. Fuck, it so wasn't fair that Jimmy still had his shirt on. The skater wanted nothing more than to drag Jim's shirt off and card his fingers through the patch of chest hair he knew lay beneath; to press his face and jaw against the wirey mass and just feel. Gently sucking on the older man's tongue, Bam rolled his hips just barely once more.
Jimmy groaned into Bam's mouth when he ground into him. This was getting out of hand, but he'd told Bam early it was whatever he wanted to make of it he'd meant it. He wasn't adverse, just unsure and worried about consequences. But Jimmy was not normally concerned with the consequences of his actions, it was testament to the bond of their friendship he'd thought about it at all. He wrapped his arms around Bam's torso and pulled him down against Jim fully, one leg wrapping up over Bam's thigh.
The skater pulled away long enought to gasp for a breath that wasn't dragged in through his nose and let his lips basically linger just over Jimmy's but not quite kissing. He pressed forward causing his thigh to push against Jim's groin. Bam gasped at what he felt there and briefly sucked the other man's upper lip into his mouth in a quick heated kiss. "... oh, God..." He breathed nearly into Jim's mouth. Rolling his hips smoothly, Bam surged into another heavy kiss only to pull away gasping once more. "...I nev... what... how far have you...?"
Jimmy gasped air into his lungs between Bam's kisses, Bam's incredibly fucking hot kisses. Who knew? Jim thought gleefully. He got a little freaked out by the posed question though, sure he'd messed around some but he wasn't exactly a gay poster child. "Uh... not like all the way or anything..." Jimmy actually flushed somewhat. "Hands... couple blowjows... Chasey shove'd a finger in my ass once." Jimmy chuckled nervously. Bam wasn't going to want to? Not yet right?
Nearly laughing in his relief, Bam's lips curled into a smile against Jim's. His cock twitched at the image his brain provided upon hearing his friend's words. Would he? Would Jimmy seriously consider maybe? Nuzzling up on his friend's cheek, the skater suggested. "We could do that maybe... to each other... you think?"
"Do what?" Jimmy asked his eyes going a little wide, but his cock leapt in his jeans in answer to Bam's words and his cock twitching against Jim's leg through their jeans. Jimmy's hands ran up Bam's bare back and down again. Jimmy couldn't resist slipping his fingertips under the waistband of Bam's jeans. It was force of habit, something he'd done to numerous girls and maybe a boy or two. Skittering along just above Bam's tempting ass while they figured out what the hell they were doing.
Arching his back and ass into Jim's touch, Bam kissed the other man again. Their lips smacking, he grinned and whispered, "...suck?" before diving in and literally hollowing his cheeks around Jimmy's tongue and bobbing slowly.
Bam just sucking on his tongue sent very direct messages stright to Jimmy's cock. Ripping his face away from Bam's Jimmy looked up at him and nodded. "Yeah... yeah" He said, normally bold Jim just a little shy. You just agreed to suck Bam's dick... BAM'S... yeah but he's gonna do you too... Jimmy's groan at the thought sounded nearly painful but was anything but.
Actually blushing now, but not really even trying to hide it any longer Bam asked. "Who goes first? Or..." He bit his bottom lip. "Maybe we could go together?"
Jimmy looked into Bam's flushed face and smirked, even though he was just as embarassed. "How bout we don't talk so much about it... that's kinda weirding me out... and just do it already?" Jim quipped. His hands slipped between them and fiddled with the fastenings of Bam's jeans.
"Yeah, okay..." Even as Jim's hands went to work on his jeans, Bam pulled at his shirt. The suggestions given, he was now just doing what he'd been wanting to do the entire time. Sure, it meant that Jimmy's hands were momentarily torn from the zipper of his pants... but in the end as he flattened a palm over the other man's chest, the skater mewled and moaned open mouthed against his friends chest.
Jimmy breathed deep as Bam pressed his face into his now naked chest, nuzzling into the furry patch sprouting there. The noises he was making were not only hotter than hell, Jim didn't think he'd ever really felt quite so appreciated. He wasted no time getting that zipper down and shoving Bam's jeans down his hips. "Off fuck... get 'em off, Bambi."
Rolling onto his back, Bam pushed the jeans down over his thighs and pulled them off. Quickly adding his socks to the bunch, he laid back and looked over at Jimmy. The skater let his fingers dance up and over his friend's arm before settling on his shoulder. Eyes dragging over Jimmy's entire body, Bam's gaze stopped on his still covered cock. Licking his lips, he could only imagine what lay beneath.
Groaning under Bam's watchful gaze Jimmy scrambled to get out of his own jeans and boxers, kicking those and his socks violently off the foot of the bed. Jimmy wasn't exactly a connoisure of cocks but his eyes were drawn straight to Bam's crotch. What he saw was thick and juicy and the last of Jimmy's resevations evaporated as he reached out confidently to wrap his fist around it. "Yeah... right then..." He leaned in and his lips found Bam's even as he began to stroke.
Wheezing and moaning into Jimmy's mouth as his friend's strong thick hand tugged and pulled at his cock. He reached down and wrapped his own fist around Jim's dick accordingly. Marvelling at just how fucking hot and awkward it was do have another man's meat in your hand, the skater didn't really get a good grip on his friend's junk until Jimmy's grip twisted sending him arching off of the bed. In turn, he begain stroking Jim in earnest; his lips leaving the other's mouth only to gasp for breathe.
Placing his lips against Bam's throat Jimmy kissed and sucked at it exploring for spots that would make him squirm. "Yeah... Bam Bam" Jimmy muttered into his neck. I can do this. This is really actually kinda nice... "It's nice" Jimmy sank lower, kissing over inked marks usually hidden under button down work shirts. When his lips trailed across Bam's stomach he looked up at him. "At once? That's what you want right?"
"Yeah..." The skater breathed reaching out and running his hands over Jim's shoulders then coiling his fingertips through his hair.
Jimmy thought about it, trying to see the best way to do this. If Bam were a girl, Jimmy'd have happily put her on top, letting her ride his face. But he wasn't sure about taking a cock like that, not the first time he 69ed with a guy anyway. He pushed at Bam's hip, encouraging him to roll onto his side as he did the same, wriggling till he was head to tail with Bam. Jimmy gasped the hard dick now pretty much right in front of his nose and began stroking him again. He was happy to find that close up the idea became more even appealing. He reached out and swiped a bead of pre-cum from the tip. Grinning when Bam shuddered and moaned.
Rubbing his hands slowly up and down Jim's thighs, Bam tried to hold back from thrusting his hips hard into the other man's touch. Instead trying to zero in his own focus on Jimmy's bouncing cock. For all the guy's self-depriciating talk about his dick, it wasn't all that small; though a bit thinner than the skater's. Bam moaned loudly as Jim continue to stroke him. Leaning forward, he grasped the other man's cock and angled it towards his mouth. Flushed, pouty lips rubbed over the slick head as Bam pumped at the shaft.
When Bam's lips met the head of his cock Jim froze for a second, almost forgetting this was supposed to be a mutual act. All it took was an almost non-existant pump of Bam's hips to drawing a ragged sigh from Jim's chest and remind him. He flattened his palms around the base of Bam's dick, pursed his lips into a perfect o and slipped the crown between them, his tongue quickly slathering the head then crawling down the shaft.
Bam kissed the tip of Jim's cock before slowly spreading his lips over it. Once the head was in his mouth, He began sucking and pulling back ever so slightly. His mouth full, the skater could only moan over him as Jimmy's own tongue lapped at him like he was some kind of fucking treat. His fingers dug into the other man's hips as they both gently rocked into one another.
It was sexy as hell, but hard to concentrate, trying to do right by Bam while enjoying what the kid was doing to him. He hoped his hung over ass was up to the challenge, he didn't want to disappoint right out of the starting gate. Jimmy swallowed Bam's dick, letting the head hit the back of his throat and applying gentle suction. He kept it up as he pulled back, licking the slit in the end before moving to suck Bam back into his throat. He moaned around Bam as the other man similarly attempted to make Jim feel good.
Though he hardly felt as up to the task as Jim seemed to be, Bam gave it his all. At first trying little things he'd enjoyed from the likes of his girlfriends in the past then onto mimicing Jimmy's motions to the best of his abilities. It took quite a bit of concentration not to just throw his head back an shoot down his friend's throat. This, doing this, was something he'd jerked off to many, many nights and the sudden reaization of such a fantasy was damn near too much. His nerves were the only thing holding him back. Letting out a startled moan when his cock literally bumped against the back of Jimmy's throat, the skater groaned loudly increased the speed and suction of his own bobbing; though he was hardly brave enough to attempt to take the other man's length down his throat.
I'm doing somethin right. Jimmy thought, egged on by the noises Bam made and the way he quivered against Jim. Since Bam sped up so did Jimmy, though he was pretty sure it was going to shorten the whole experience. He kept his head bobbing into Bam's crotch anyway; lips, cheeks and tongue working in unison. One hand crept from the base of Bam's cock to craddle his balls, kneading them carefully. Jimmy felt his own balls constricting, belly growng tight, he'd need to warn Bam real soon.
Tendrils of lust and jolts of electricity shot up and down Bam's spine as Jimmy doubled his efforts. But the hand on his nuts proved to be too much. Dragging his mouth off of the other man, the skater whimpered loudly against his thigh, before managing a ragged cry. "Fuck... Jimmy... Move!" Everything coiled into a burning surge in his gut as his spoke. "...move..."
Ain't never let another guy come in my mouth. Ever... Just the same Jimmy ignored Bam's warning, though he thought it was damn decent of him to actually give one. He pulled off long enough to gasp out "... yeah.. yeah me too, Bam... any second..." Then locked his lips around his best friend's cock once more.
Fisting Jim's cock rapidly, Bam watched entranced at the sight and feeling of the other man getting that much closer to cumming. He'd thought about trying to swallow, but just couldn't bring himself to quite yet. Fuck, if that was going to stop him from making Jimmy shoot his load though. Leaning forward just enought to mouth the base of the other man's cock, the skater pressed his lips and teeth to the patch of skin seperating his balls and dick. Tightening his grip, he moaned loudly when Jim's cock noticeaby twitched in his hand.
Jimmy moaned around Bam's dick, his whole body stiffening as he gave in, stopped trying to hold off. He went still as his orgasm hammered through his body, not letting go of Bam with his mouth or hands, just hanging on and groaning through it with a string of throaty grunts. Still twitching and shuddering from his own climax he went back to trying to coax Bam's from him.
Despite Jim's own words of caution staving off his orgasm, Bam gasped loudly when the first shot of cum hit his neck and chest. Rather than backing off as the skater had expected, Jimmy had sucked, tugged, and moaned all that much harder. Muscles tightening, the skater grunted crying out when he could hold back no longer.
Bam was cumming... cumming in his mouth and it was dirty and it was hot and Jimmy let him. He didn't swallow, wasn't quite down with that, but he clung to Bam's thighs and rode out out the explosion without complaint. Jimmy's hand scrambled groping blindly, dragging his shirt when it came to hand to his face; spitting into it. It wasn't horrible, he conceded, Bam's jizz in his mouth, but no, just no. He crawled back up the bed to face Bam, just a little sheepish and weirded out.
Quite suddenly aware of the mess he'd allowed Jim to make of him, Bam blushed furiously. He hadn't even considered the clean up... he'd just wanted to get Jimmy off. "... always knew you were the brains of the operation..." He conceded in a mocking tone. "I need a shower... and you could still walk down to WaWas and pick up some beer... go fucking figure..." Casting one last downward glance at his chest and neck, the skater shook his head. As soon as he looked up though, and met Jimmy's gaze he knew something was up. "... okay..." He sighed and flopped back onto his back. "Is it me... or just the whole... thing?"
Jimmy shifted, laying his cheek on Bam's shoulder, careful to not put it in any of his own cum. "Heh... sorry. Not everyday I wake up and decide the perfect hang over cure is sixty-nining my best bud, ya know?" Jimmy sighed. "Did you really wanna send me out for beer?"
Wiping his chin off with the back of his hand then wiping said hand on his sheets, Bam laughed loud and hard. Only fucking Jimmy Franks. "Yeah, dude... get yer ass moving." He chuckled some more and smiled brightly over at his friend. "Fuck no... I can think of a few things that would make this that much weirder... and kicking your sorry ass out for a beer run... yeah, one of them." Tilting his head until it met Jim's, he laid there for a minute just thinking. The skater wondered just how conflicted his friend really was over this shit. Then again, he'd be lying if he let himself think that a single fucking person could get Jimmy to do anything against his will. He's weirded out... that's all.
Jimmy snorted. "I thought that wasn't right, cause dude, there's at least half a case in your fridge. I know your stock like my own." Jimmy let an arm slip around Bam's waist. "Wasn't awful actually. Was kinda nice."
"Just kinda...?" Bam made a half assed jab at Jimmy stomach in retaliation. It was really kind of mind blowing to sit back and think about it. Last night, he'd felt so fucking daring and scared shitless just pressing his leg up against Jim's... and now here they were... naked and cuddling. Yeah, it was cuddling. There wasn't any way Bam could describe it that wouldn't come off as pure and simple cuddling. Closing his eyes, he could still imagine through muscle memory the feel of Jimmy's cock in his mouth and sliding over his tongue. Lost in his own thoughts, he whimpered softly.
"Suck it up Buttercup. That's as close as I'll coming to saying it rocked." Which is the same as you just saying it dipshit. "Feel enough like a fucking chick laying here buck naked pressed all up in your shit. Don't push me 'k?
Unable to stop himself, Bam giggled. "Would it help if I asked what you were thinking about?" In seconds, he was off the bed and light heartedly running for the bathroom as if he expected Jim to react physically to his words and chase after him or some shit.
"Wow" Jimmy rolled over flat on his back and starred at Bam's cieling. "Wow." he repeated incredulously. He raised his voice almost hoping Bam's neighbors could hear his booming proclaimation through the walls of his shithole. "So someone never wants his cock sucked again... like ever!"
"Yeah, yeah... stop being such a pussy and get your ass in here..." Bam chuckled as he ran a wash cloth under the water in the sink and began wiping off his chest and neck.
Jimmy wandered into the bathroom, leaning on the door jamb he watched Bam washing up. "So what? You need me to do your back or something? Hold it for you while you piss?" He asked pulling one of his trademark comical faces.
Rolling his eyes at Jimmy as he finished up with the washcloth and rinsed off his hands, Bam reached out and grabbed the half full bottle of Listerine from its place on the countertop and shoved it at his friend's chest. "... next time I'll let you wander around with your breath smelling like dick..." The skater grinned and patted Jim on the back before leaving him alone again in the bathroom.
Jimmy looked down at the bottle for a minute, laughing he dropping it and darted after Bam. He caught him by the arm and dragged Bam to him. "That bother you, Bambi? Smellin your cum on my breath?" And Jim's fingers were in Bam's hair and pulling their lips together.
The skater hadn't expected Jim to come after him that time. He had all of five seconds to think before the other man's lips were pressing hard against his. Parting his lips to the second kiss that Jimmy'd actually initiated, Bam moaned softly into it. He could give two shit about Jim's breath... dude, had just seemed bothered by it. There was a cum-stained shirt laying on his bed to prove it. Letting a hand drape over and caress Jimmy's neck, Bam made no move to end the kiss.
Eventually they had to come up for air. The pair stood there, Jim's arms around Bam's waist, Bam's arm around Jim's neck, forehead's together, panting. Jim wanted to ask again what this meant, what they were doing. Because he really fucking wasn't sure. He didn't ask though, Bam hadn't reacted well to the question earlier, taking it as a rejection rather than the simple plea for clarification it had been. He just wished he knew what Bam wanted this, them, to be. Bam talking about 'crushing' on Jim. Did he mean love or sexual attraction. Jimmy loved Bam, his best friend ever, but Jim was pretty sure he wasn't in love with Bam. Was this just Bam experimenting sexually with someone safe or did he want Jim to be his boyfriend? Jimmy was willing to work with Bam to figure shit out, he just wished he knew where he stood and what he was supposed to be working towards.
"See... don't bother me." Bam planted a quick kiss on Jim's lips and pulled away to forage in his fridge for anything greasy to microwave. Nothing in the fridge. Freezer? He pulled open the door and rooted through some tupperware containers his mom had left him. "... Hey, Jim... You hun-" The skater turned an looked at his friend. It'd be almost easy to pretend he didn't notice something was on his mind, but Bam couldn't just lie to himself like that. "-gry?" He finished, then added. "It's freaking you out too much, ain't it?"
Jimmy startled out of his thoughts immediately looked apologetic. "Nah, man. Not freaking me out. Promise. I just..."He looked at Bam nervously. "I just wish I knew what the game plan was is all." Jimmy shrugged. "And yea, hungry."
"Pizza okay? Or you want to actually go to some shitty ass diner?" Bam asked holding off on replying to the rest of the question until he had something cooking or they were getting dressed or some shit.
"Pizza. Means I ain't gotta fucking go out." Jimmy fished a beer out of Bam's fridge and cracked it. Sitting naked at Bam's dinette table. He took a swig and looked contemplative. If Bam didn't want to answer his question did he even have a clue?
The skater got the pizza thrown in the oven and tured towards Jim only snickering a little bit at the fact that they were both just chilling bare ass naked in his kitchen. He looked over the seat across from his friend and with a smirk painted over his face, sat down. Bam glanced at the clock on his stove and figured out what time he had to take the pizza out at before clearing his throat to speak to his friend. "Look... the gameplan... my gameplan anyways... if you ain't comfortable with serious, we ain't gotta be serious... if you are, then hell... let's do it. I just don't want..." Bam reached out and swiped Jim's beer and took a swig before finishing his sentence. "I don't want you to do something you don't want to do just to stay my friend... we're friends no matter what... kay, bro?"
"Yeah, friends no matter what, Bambi." Jimmy's voice was thoughtful, like he was choosing his words carefully. "Would it be bad if I said I didn't know what I want? But I'm kinda willing to follow your lead, see what happens." He swiped the beer back and chugged it, the belched.
"We're gonna get so fucking lost, dude... like I know where the shit we're going." With a small smile, Bam stole Jim's beer again. Taking a quick sip, he slid it back. "... maybe we should just go with what feels good and by that I mean comfortable... and just see where it goes..." The skater leaned back in his chair. "I know that sounds exactly like what you just said.... but honestly... I want as much as I can get without losing my best fucking friend."
"Don't worry bout losing me dude. Told you, take more than this homo shit to scrape me off your boots." Jimmy polished off the bottle. "I'm all about comfort, hence drinking a rock at 11 AM naked in your kitchen while you burn a frozen pizza." Jimmy laughed. "I guess this means Ape's off limits now, yeah?"
Bam buried his face in his hands and laughed. Lips pursed in an attempt to hold back his laughter, he met Jimmy's gaze over the table. His mirth at the situation apparent in his eyes, the skater just shook his head. "If you can't help yourself around her... geuss that means I'll have to distract you more..."
"You got the same eyes... if I squint you kind look like her. Just gotta get you a blonde wig." Jimmy laughed. "Seriously, dude. I just got no clue. So you gotta say when things are good and when they are fucked? Deal?"
"Deal..." He glanced nervously over at the stove. "You really think I'm gonna burn it?"
"Bambi, there two things I know about you. You are the biggest homo I know and you burn everything you put in that oven." Jimmy cackled. "But I always eat it anyway. See I already proved my devotion!"
Snorting, Bam leaned back in his chair and folded his arms over his chest in mock offense. "You know.. Ape wouldn't put up that kind of abuse..." And what the fuck did he mean that Bam was the biggest homo he knew? Like before last night, even? The skater narrowed his eyes a Jimmy dramatically; even as a smile played on the corners of his mouth.
"Yeah, and Ape wouldn't feed my ass a frozen pizza niether. So she'd never have to." Jimmy threw back. "So stop giving me fish eyes. You gonna be a pussy when I complain about your cooking? Fuck... you are a girl." Jimmy grinned at Bam evilly.
"Funny... didn't taste like it when you kissed my ass a few minutes ago..." The skater tossed back. Despite the insults going a little deeper into places they normally didn't go, this was... normal!
Jimmy's eyes took on a mischievous caste and he stifled a giggle with a swig beer. "You know... Bam Bam. That video, the one that got this whole ball rolling. It's like one of my favorites. Hence the space on my ipod..."
Blinking, Bam tried to mask his curiosity at Jim bringing that up like out of the blue like that. But even as he tried, he felt his eyebrows raise ever so slightly. "Yeah?"
"Yeah. Just, yeah... Hey, remember your halloween costume from three years ago?" Jimmy was grinning urepentantly now. "You still got that?"
The actual imagery of the porn fluttered behind Bam's eyes. His brain quickly replaced himself in the place of the tranny and Jim in the place of her/his muscle bound partner. Insert the Halloween costume he'd yet to live down even after three years. "....you..." The skater started, but couldn't help but crack a smile. "You want me to fuck you while I'm dressed as a cheerleader?" Bam made sure to draw upon the imagery with a leer spread across his not so innocent face.
"Well I don't know about who'd be fucking who... we ain't got into that yet, but tell me that shit's still in your closet." Jimmy's face lit up hopefully.
"Now, now... don't dodge the subject... I distinctly remember the dude with tits fucking the guy..." He couldn't help himself, Bam started laughing. He snagged Jim's beer; happy to still have that a a distraction without having to walk his ass across the room to the fridge. The skater tipped the bottle against his lips and paused just long enough that it seemed like Jimmy was about to speak again. "... yeah, I still got it. Why? You wanna borrow it?" He snickered.
"Borrow it? Like I could fit into your skirt." Jimmy harumphed. He got up and got another beer and one for Bam. He placed the bottle in front of Bam and grinned at him happily. "I don't see you being the type to go in for a boob job. But shave your legs and wear that outfit and I might just let you fuck me... yeah."
Lips slightly parted and mouth parched despite having just chugged a decent swallow of beer, the skater stared silently at his friend for a moment. Shave his legs?! If his crew at work even caught a glimpse of that shit, he'd be in so much hell for the mocking. But fuck, if the idea wasn't damn alluring. Wait, what the fuck was he saying? "Shit, what's in it for me, bro? Fuck or not..."
Jimmy didn't answer right away. He sipped the fresh beer, enjoying it as his hang over had finally disappated and just stared at Bam thoughtfully. Would he really let Bam fuck him? Jim had never even once, not even when on his knees with a cock in his mouth contemplated for an instant letting anyone breach his ass. His only anal sex experiences had involved girlfriends and him doing the impaling. "What's in it for you, Bambi?" He asked lazily.
"Dude, you said might... that shit's not definite... I take a razor to my legs, I better get a hell yeah." Bam took a swig of beer and let it roll over his tongue as his gaze met Jimmy's in a challenge.
Jimmy nodded at Bam. "Your concern is so noted." Setting his beer bottle down on the table Jimmy turned slowly, making a show of it, and knelt on his chair leaning over the back of it. The round moons of his asscheeks facing Bam over his kitchen table. "You see that ass, Bambi boyo... ain't nothing been in there ever but one single finger of Chasey's, one little bitty girly finger. Imagine how tight that ass his Bam Bam." He looked at Bam over his own shoulder with a shit eating grin. "Tell me that even a 'might' ain't worth what ever I ask?"
A slightly dazed expression on his face, Bam stopped mid-drink to simply stare at the ass presented in front of him. Jesus fuck, all he wanted to do was drop to his kness and latch onto it with both hands. He wondered what the fleshy globe would taste like under his mouth and tongue or under his teeth... how Jim would taste even deeper. Fuck, his brain was going to be looping gay porn at him for days. Swallowing loudly, the skater dragged his eyes up Jimmy's back to meet his gaze. He finished his drink and placed his beer back on the table. Licking his lips, Bam tilted his head as a strange expression swept over his face. Two could play this game. "... dude, you let her finger you?" Bam smirked and attempted to hide his true reaction to Jim's statement by taking another swig of beer only to have his eyes drop back down to his friend's ass.
Jimmy rolled his eyes and still making a production of it turned back over and sat in the chair, legs crossed. "Yea, why not? Was with her longest anyone's ever stuck. You never let Jenn diddle you?" Jimmy smirked at Bam and retrieved his bottle as well, Smirking around the neck of it as he drank.
Shifting uncomfortably in his chair, Bam pulled a face at Jim. Fucker knew how much he hated talking about her. He knew. Yet he consistantly brought her up. Thirty fucking seven. "... would you have let her skanky ass try that shit out?"
"Sorry man. Just... was a long time so figured her if anyone. Forget I mentioned." Jimmy's look turned from apologetic to sly. "Anything, Bambi, up there ever?"
Nothing that bore repeating, his thoughts screamed. Bam could feel his cheeks coloring. God fucking damn it, he could never hide shit from Jim. Espeically if the dude asked straight up. Shit. "... something... you could say..."
Jimmy's eye popped and eyebrows raised as he studied Bam speculatively. He shifted in his chair, re-crossing his legs as his cock twitched a lil. "Something like what?" There just was no way in hell he could not ask.
(Yes, we are evil... Cliffhanger!)
Chapter 3
Authors: k_in_buffalo & trollsttroll
Chapter: 2
Fandom: Bloodhound Gang/Jackass/Viva La BAM AU
Pairing: Jimmy Pop/Bam Margera
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Look at the pairing. Need we say more?
Summary: There is no Bloodhound Gang and Bam didn't go pro or become a Jackass. Just two Pennsylvania boys who meet, become friends and then more. Was very vaguely inspired by talking about Clerks and Mallrats...
Authors' Note: Originally written as an RP...
Prologue
Chapter 1
The skater woke to a scorching heat pressed along his back, but his neck was wet as fuck. What the hell? Smacking his lips together, he groaned. Yeah, way too much to fucking drink last night. But those shots had been damn good. Ugh, his stomach twisted at just the thought. Jim had damn near kept up with him the whole.... damn, fuck, shit. He kissed his best fucking friend. And it had felt fantastic. He'd hated it and pulled away. But then he'd kissed him! But then... Groaning into the pillow, Bam shifted trying to wiggle himself out from under Jimmy.
Jimmy groaned as Bam shifted. "No, awake bad, sleep good. Light... no, no, no." He slipped away from Bam to bury his very hung-over face deep in one of Bam's pillows. "Don't wanna get up. In fact, could you do me a favor, Bambi? Just shoot me, okay?"
An unintelligible noise coming from his curled lips, Bam rolled cautiously onto his back. "... not until you tell me how much of an ass I made out of myself last night..." Blindly reaching out grabbed for his cigrattes, the skater muttered. "... where the hell are my smokes?" He sat up abruptly to scan the room only to fall back to the bed with a defeated whimper. "Alright two bullet... one for each of us..." Draping an arm over his eyes, Bam waited for the throbbing in his head to dull to a low roar.
After a few minutes of laying very still and praying Bam didn't move, Jimmy spoke up. "Dude, I think we're going steady. Find me some fucking asprins and you are so to third base..."
No, he fucking didn't! Swallowing loudly, Bam peeked over at his friend from under his arm. All he could see was the back of the Jimmy's head. He had two options. One, flip the fuck out. Two, go with it. "Funny... how do I rate... just getting to third base at whatever the fuck time it is in the morning...?" Slowly climbing off the bed, Bam shielded his face from the light eeking in the windows and made his way to the bathroom. Upon rooting out a bottle of tylenol he palmed a few dry into his mouth and swallowed. Back in the bedroom he threw the bottle at Jimmy's side. "Seriously, Jim... are we okay?"
Jimmy was still face down in a pillow, willing himself unconscious or dead. "Yeah, Bam Bam... we're alright. Gonna take something weirder than you being a homo to scrape me off your boot." He choked down enough of the pills Bam offered to probably kill a horse. "You alright?"
"Other than my throat feels sore as fuck... I'm fine..." He answered avoiding Jim's real question. Gingerly he climbed back up on the bed and laid down facing his friend.
"Calling in, huh?" Bam ruffled Jimmy's hair taking much more delight in the pained groan it induced than he really should.
"Seriously cut that shit out and yeah, fuck yeah, I'm calling in. You are too." Jimmy moaned at him.
Bam chuckled. "... did you forget? Day off... unless the incompetant bastards call me in." The skater looked at his phone warily. God, he fucking hoped not. Hand still lingering in Jim's hair, Bam let his fingers card through the short locks before pulling away his arm with a look of regret on his face. He sighed quietly and snuggled back into the bed.
Without looking up Jimmy mumbled, "Ain't gotta stop... turn off your phone; ain't going in even if the fucking place burns down... and stop pouting." Jimmy grinned into the pillow. "And don't say you ain't. I know better."
Doing a double take at Jim, Bam reached out with his hand shaking and continued petting his hair. It felt weird as fuck now knowing that his best fucking friend had basically given him the go ahead to like ... was this fucking cuddling? "J-jim?"
"What? Now you're sober you remembering what a loser I am?" There was humor in Jimmy's tone but it masked tension. "We're all good, Bambi. What ever you want to make of that."
Snorting, Bam replied in just as masked of a tone. "... they say it takes one to know one..." Twirling short locks around his fingertips, the skater licked his lips and drug his eyes over Jimmy's body and back up to where his hand was buried in the other man's hair. "... what are we doing?"
"Damned if I know." Jimmy finally turned his face out of the pillow to look at Bam. "You tell me..."
Breathing heavy, let his eyes fall shut. Fuck, he was sober... had the hangover to prove it yet all he wanted to do was lean down and kiss Jimmy. The skater's hand slid slowly to cup the other man's cheek as he turned about face. "...you don't want what I want..." Bam finally admitted in a quiet voice.
Jimmy looked at Bam's face, reading the anguish and wishing he could pretend it was caused by Bam having a pounding headache that matched his. Well, he probably does. But that ain't his malfunction and you know it. "Don't know what I want now." Jim said honestly, watching Bam's closed eyes and pinched face. "Kinda worried no matter what I do now. No matter how this goes down. Eventually I'll fuck it up. Cause it's what I do. Love you man, admittedly at the moment more in a beer commercial kind of way. But I do." Jimmy's face took on an embarassed cast. "Sort of ashamed to say it but I kinda need you. That's why this shit scares me some."
The skater remained silent for a few minutes before taking a deep breath; flinching at the throbbing it caused. "Well... then that... will have to be good enough..." Bam leaned forward just knowing that Jim was going to pull back, but he did it anyways. He pressed a small kiss over his bottom lip and said quietly. "... but, know something okay? There ain't that much shit that you could do... that'd piss me off so much that I'd not be your fucking friend... okay?"
Jimmy did not flinch when Bam kissed him. His problems most certainly did not stem from Bam not being kissable. He reached out and touched Bam's arm. "Promise?"
"... swear to fucking God, Jimbo... just don't get all weird cuz my queer ass has a crush on you... shit, won't even act no different at work... gotta keep the morons in check, right?" Bam tried for joviality but couldn't quite hide the seriousness of his tone... or the hitching of his breath when Jimmy reached out and touched him.
Jimmy chuckled softly. "Ain't my fault. Pretty big bomb to drop. Oh, by the way, I'm queer as a football bat... sorry I didn't mention it in the last five years. Yeah, and I'm also hot for your fat ass." Jimmy punched Bam's shoulder. "You better not act diff there. The teeny boppers under you will eat you alive if you show any weakness. Remember what we used to do to Bob when he was in your position?" Jim grinned at Bam.
He couldn't help himself, the skater started laughing. Fuck, they'd messed with Bob so fucking bad. It was a good thing that over half his sales team was intimidated by Jimmy. Dude could just move at them and they scurried. Fucking hilarious. "Hate to break it to your gloating ass... but it hasn't been the whole fucking five years... dipshit..." Bam fell back on the bed; intentionally closer to Jim than he had been before.
"You being gay or lusting after me secretly?" Jimmy grinned, happy to see Bam seeming to relax. He didn't miss Bam shifting closer. He didn't shift away, nor did he move in himself. Jim was pretty fucking unsure. If Bam wanted it, he was going to have to make it happen.
Slamming his hip bone against Jimmy, Bam snickered. "Smart ass mother fucker... god, my head fucking hurts." He tried to hide the shiver that ran through his body when the other man retaliated with a chuckle.
Curiousity got the better of Jim. "So I gotta ask. You full on queer? What about Jenn? And that Missy chick you cheated on her with and what was the other one? Jessica was it? Dude, I wish I was gay so I could get chicks like that." Jimmy shot Bam a wicked grin.
Laughing despite himself at Jim's pure cheesiness, Bam rested his head against his friend's shoulder. "Jenn man... I was still like in denial or some shit. Jessica? Fuck man, who wouldn't hit that? ... and dude, Missy..." The skater paused for moment before answering. "... was, IS a friend..." Turning his head to look up at his friend, Bam smirked. "What about you Mr. Chicks with Dicks... or as I like to say Dudes with Tits..."
Bam's head on his shoulder didn't bother him. The fact it didn't at all was sort of surprising. Then again their reaction to each other had been comfortable and natural from day one. Why should this be any different? "Dude, everything is better with titties." Jimmy said solemnly, then laughed. "But dick don't scare me. Never has. I mean I ain't cruising gay bars and I've never dated a guy, but shit happens ya know?"
Blinking in confusion, Bam frowned. "Shit, I must have been drunker than even I I thought... I could've sworn you said you'd had a boyfriend last night... some shit about being ahead of me yet again..." With a shrug, the skater let his eyes slide shut and tried to will away his hangover.
"I guess that was me seeing if you had a boyfriend ever. I dunno I was pretty wasted. Made sense at the moment. Head's still swimming under the headache really. Was my way of saying I've fooled around some. Nothing like... serious." Jimmy actually blushed.
He really hadn't even needed to say it. Jim obviously had figured out that Bam hadn't exactly done much with men before. It was actually kind of embarassing. As much as he jerked off thinking about shit like that... he'd never actually went out and sought out a dude to fuck around with. It'd probably freak Jimmy out or embarass the hell out of himself if he admitted that he was a bit scared to actually let a dude he didn't know even touch him like that... that a huge part of his crush on Jim had been egged on by just how much he trusted the dude. Bam's only outward reaction was to chuckle a little.
Bam was all but pressed into his side. Jimmy wrapped the arm that was half under Bam around him loosely. "You know, this might be easier to figure out when neither of us are hurting." He gave Bam a light squeeze. "Nap or food? Nothing like a greasy diner breakfast and a beer to cure a hang over."
The mixed signals his friend was sending him, had Bam reeling. Did he or didn't he? Depsite how shitty he felt, if given the hint that he knew Jim wanted him back... he'd have his tongue shoved halfway down his throat by now; hangover be damned. "Neither are exactly my first choice..." He admitted glumly. "...but whatever you want to do, Jimbo."
Jimmy raised an eyebrow, looking down at the face pressed into his shoulder. "What's your first choice?" he asked suspiciously. Oh, he had an idea alright.
"...nothing. Nevermind..." Bam moved his legs restlessly. "Did you bring any cigarettes in here? I don't know where the fuck mine are..."
"Bambi, you know I always got smokes nearby. I'll share too."Jimmy smirked at him. "But not with that nevermind bullshit. You never hid shit from me before. You gonna start now?"
"Yeah, I gotta if shit's gonna be all... normal again." He held a hand out to take the cigarette whenever Jim handed it to him. No matter how much Jim told him that the issue wasn't with Bam or Bam being a dude... the skater was convinced that HE was the sole reason Jimmy was uninterested.
"Dude, that's just not cool. It's not going to be normal if you walk around acting like you have to be careful what you say or do. That ain't you, ain't me, ain't us." Jimmy pulled the slightly squashed pack out from under the pillow and lit one for each of them, handing one to Bam.
"Shit, Jim... how the hell am I suppose to get the fuck past how I've let myself feel about you if you won't fucking let me..." He took the cigarette from Jim and took a pitiful drag from it before staring at the cherry as it burnt down.
"Is that your plan then?"Jimmy looked confused.
"Well, what the fuck do you want me to do? Tell you every time I'd rather be macking your ass... or let you be... I get it, you ain't into me... just didn't want to bother you." Bam replied in a rushed voice.
"God, I fucking forget sometimes how big a dipshit you really are." Jimmy rolled his eyes and heaved an exagerated sighed. "I didn't say I wasn't into you. I merely expressed my concerns of how you 'macking on' ..." Jimmy made air quotes over Bam, then dropped back to holding him loosely "... my ass might affect our friendship. Ain't the same thing. Told you when you asked what we were doing... you tell me."
"So your ass ain't got a say in it? It's just me?"
"Hells yeah." Jimmy nudged Bam with his hip, but then hugged him a little. "That way when I fuck up I can at least partly blame you." Jimmy chuckled.
Bam snorted. "I geuss if it's just me... then I'm gonna be a selfish bastard..." The skater looked up and met Jimmy's eyes. "And don't you dare fucking say anymore god damn shit about hurting me..."
Jimmy bit down on the smart ass quip about his track record. He was utterly clueless about how one proceeded into an actual realtionship with one's male best friend. He suspected it was different than either the girls he'd supposedly dated but more tortured or hurried blowjobs with random guys in bathrooms. He really just wished Bam would fucking grow a set or something. So he didn't answer, just lay there with Bam cuddled against him and took a drag off his smoke.
"So..." Bam leaned over his friend and placed his cig in the ashtray and did the same to Jimmy's. "... if I say I want to spend the morning kissing you and shit... fuck what you call us... friends, boyfriends... I don't give a fuck... all I know is I want to touch you... is that clear enough? Is that how you want me to tell you shit?"
"It's a start, yeah." Jimmy grinned at him. "Cause I'm fucking clueless, Bambi."
Placing his hand over Jim's jaw, thumb along one side and fingers along the other, Bam turned his friend's face to his own. "Are you okay with this?" He asked licking his lips.
"Would it be enough to say sorta? I always though there was nothing I wouldn't do for Bam, he's the best dude ever. I just didn't quite envision this exact scenario... wait" He said before Bam could protest. "That don't mean it don't intrigue me. Just try to keep in mind it really is me you are asking for, all of me, means you get my flaws too and you of all people know they are prodigious." Jimmy told him earnestly.
Bam laughed through his nose. "Prodi-what, dude? Never fucking mind... Jim, if I didn't mean all of you... I could just go fuck pretty much any dude that seemed interested.... this is about all of you... and Jesus fucking Christ... I sound like a god-damn girl."
Jimmy rolled his eyes, and not for the first time that morning. "Bambi, I am hung over, ergo less patient than my normal saintly self. So shut the fuck up and do something or I'm going back to sleep. Okay?"
"Dude, you fucking asked... whatever... shut up." Leaning down, Bam pressed his lips roughly against Jimmy's. He hooked a leg over the other man's and waited for a response.
Jimmy leaned into the kiss, deepening it and parting his lips. Bam had been all but teasing him for like twelve hours as far as he was concerned. The arm he had around Bam tightened and the other dropped to grip the thigh now draped over him.
Fuck, was this seriously happening? Had he seriously been misreading Jim the entire fucking night? Burying a hand in the short hair along the nape of Jimmy's neck, Bam pulled the other man into his kiss and pressed his tongue deep into his mouth. The skater shifted until he was practically kneeling over Jimmy.
When Bam shifted to hover over him Jim's hands moved to his hips. He really wasn't sure how this had all happened, nor of the wisdom in it. But fuck it felt good... normal. How weird is it that I'm freaking making out with Bam and it's not that weird. Jimmy mused as his tongue twined with his best friend's.
Rocking just barely inches away from Jim's hip, Bam whimpered into his friend's mouth as their lips slid against one anothers. His fist flexed and tightened at the other man's neck. Fuck, it so wasn't fair that Jimmy still had his shirt on. The skater wanted nothing more than to drag Jim's shirt off and card his fingers through the patch of chest hair he knew lay beneath; to press his face and jaw against the wirey mass and just feel. Gently sucking on the older man's tongue, Bam rolled his hips just barely once more.
Jimmy groaned into Bam's mouth when he ground into him. This was getting out of hand, but he'd told Bam early it was whatever he wanted to make of it he'd meant it. He wasn't adverse, just unsure and worried about consequences. But Jimmy was not normally concerned with the consequences of his actions, it was testament to the bond of their friendship he'd thought about it at all. He wrapped his arms around Bam's torso and pulled him down against Jim fully, one leg wrapping up over Bam's thigh.
The skater pulled away long enought to gasp for a breath that wasn't dragged in through his nose and let his lips basically linger just over Jimmy's but not quite kissing. He pressed forward causing his thigh to push against Jim's groin. Bam gasped at what he felt there and briefly sucked the other man's upper lip into his mouth in a quick heated kiss. "... oh, God..." He breathed nearly into Jim's mouth. Rolling his hips smoothly, Bam surged into another heavy kiss only to pull away gasping once more. "...I nev... what... how far have you...?"
Jimmy gasped air into his lungs between Bam's kisses, Bam's incredibly fucking hot kisses. Who knew? Jim thought gleefully. He got a little freaked out by the posed question though, sure he'd messed around some but he wasn't exactly a gay poster child. "Uh... not like all the way or anything..." Jimmy actually flushed somewhat. "Hands... couple blowjows... Chasey shove'd a finger in my ass once." Jimmy chuckled nervously. Bam wasn't going to want to? Not yet right?
Nearly laughing in his relief, Bam's lips curled into a smile against Jim's. His cock twitched at the image his brain provided upon hearing his friend's words. Would he? Would Jimmy seriously consider maybe? Nuzzling up on his friend's cheek, the skater suggested. "We could do that maybe... to each other... you think?"
"Do what?" Jimmy asked his eyes going a little wide, but his cock leapt in his jeans in answer to Bam's words and his cock twitching against Jim's leg through their jeans. Jimmy's hands ran up Bam's bare back and down again. Jimmy couldn't resist slipping his fingertips under the waistband of Bam's jeans. It was force of habit, something he'd done to numerous girls and maybe a boy or two. Skittering along just above Bam's tempting ass while they figured out what the hell they were doing.
Arching his back and ass into Jim's touch, Bam kissed the other man again. Their lips smacking, he grinned and whispered, "...suck?" before diving in and literally hollowing his cheeks around Jimmy's tongue and bobbing slowly.
Bam just sucking on his tongue sent very direct messages stright to Jimmy's cock. Ripping his face away from Bam's Jimmy looked up at him and nodded. "Yeah... yeah" He said, normally bold Jim just a little shy. You just agreed to suck Bam's dick... BAM'S... yeah but he's gonna do you too... Jimmy's groan at the thought sounded nearly painful but was anything but.
Actually blushing now, but not really even trying to hide it any longer Bam asked. "Who goes first? Or..." He bit his bottom lip. "Maybe we could go together?"
Jimmy looked into Bam's flushed face and smirked, even though he was just as embarassed. "How bout we don't talk so much about it... that's kinda weirding me out... and just do it already?" Jim quipped. His hands slipped between them and fiddled with the fastenings of Bam's jeans.
"Yeah, okay..." Even as Jim's hands went to work on his jeans, Bam pulled at his shirt. The suggestions given, he was now just doing what he'd been wanting to do the entire time. Sure, it meant that Jimmy's hands were momentarily torn from the zipper of his pants... but in the end as he flattened a palm over the other man's chest, the skater mewled and moaned open mouthed against his friends chest.
Jimmy breathed deep as Bam pressed his face into his now naked chest, nuzzling into the furry patch sprouting there. The noises he was making were not only hotter than hell, Jim didn't think he'd ever really felt quite so appreciated. He wasted no time getting that zipper down and shoving Bam's jeans down his hips. "Off fuck... get 'em off, Bambi."
Rolling onto his back, Bam pushed the jeans down over his thighs and pulled them off. Quickly adding his socks to the bunch, he laid back and looked over at Jimmy. The skater let his fingers dance up and over his friend's arm before settling on his shoulder. Eyes dragging over Jimmy's entire body, Bam's gaze stopped on his still covered cock. Licking his lips, he could only imagine what lay beneath.
Groaning under Bam's watchful gaze Jimmy scrambled to get out of his own jeans and boxers, kicking those and his socks violently off the foot of the bed. Jimmy wasn't exactly a connoisure of cocks but his eyes were drawn straight to Bam's crotch. What he saw was thick and juicy and the last of Jimmy's resevations evaporated as he reached out confidently to wrap his fist around it. "Yeah... right then..." He leaned in and his lips found Bam's even as he began to stroke.
Wheezing and moaning into Jimmy's mouth as his friend's strong thick hand tugged and pulled at his cock. He reached down and wrapped his own fist around Jim's dick accordingly. Marvelling at just how fucking hot and awkward it was do have another man's meat in your hand, the skater didn't really get a good grip on his friend's junk until Jimmy's grip twisted sending him arching off of the bed. In turn, he begain stroking Jim in earnest; his lips leaving the other's mouth only to gasp for breathe.
Placing his lips against Bam's throat Jimmy kissed and sucked at it exploring for spots that would make him squirm. "Yeah... Bam Bam" Jimmy muttered into his neck. I can do this. This is really actually kinda nice... "It's nice" Jimmy sank lower, kissing over inked marks usually hidden under button down work shirts. When his lips trailed across Bam's stomach he looked up at him. "At once? That's what you want right?"
"Yeah..." The skater breathed reaching out and running his hands over Jim's shoulders then coiling his fingertips through his hair.
Jimmy thought about it, trying to see the best way to do this. If Bam were a girl, Jimmy'd have happily put her on top, letting her ride his face. But he wasn't sure about taking a cock like that, not the first time he 69ed with a guy anyway. He pushed at Bam's hip, encouraging him to roll onto his side as he did the same, wriggling till he was head to tail with Bam. Jimmy gasped the hard dick now pretty much right in front of his nose and began stroking him again. He was happy to find that close up the idea became more even appealing. He reached out and swiped a bead of pre-cum from the tip. Grinning when Bam shuddered and moaned.
Rubbing his hands slowly up and down Jim's thighs, Bam tried to hold back from thrusting his hips hard into the other man's touch. Instead trying to zero in his own focus on Jimmy's bouncing cock. For all the guy's self-depriciating talk about his dick, it wasn't all that small; though a bit thinner than the skater's. Bam moaned loudly as Jim continue to stroke him. Leaning forward, he grasped the other man's cock and angled it towards his mouth. Flushed, pouty lips rubbed over the slick head as Bam pumped at the shaft.
When Bam's lips met the head of his cock Jim froze for a second, almost forgetting this was supposed to be a mutual act. All it took was an almost non-existant pump of Bam's hips to drawing a ragged sigh from Jim's chest and remind him. He flattened his palms around the base of Bam's dick, pursed his lips into a perfect o and slipped the crown between them, his tongue quickly slathering the head then crawling down the shaft.
Bam kissed the tip of Jim's cock before slowly spreading his lips over it. Once the head was in his mouth, He began sucking and pulling back ever so slightly. His mouth full, the skater could only moan over him as Jimmy's own tongue lapped at him like he was some kind of fucking treat. His fingers dug into the other man's hips as they both gently rocked into one another.
It was sexy as hell, but hard to concentrate, trying to do right by Bam while enjoying what the kid was doing to him. He hoped his hung over ass was up to the challenge, he didn't want to disappoint right out of the starting gate. Jimmy swallowed Bam's dick, letting the head hit the back of his throat and applying gentle suction. He kept it up as he pulled back, licking the slit in the end before moving to suck Bam back into his throat. He moaned around Bam as the other man similarly attempted to make Jim feel good.
Though he hardly felt as up to the task as Jim seemed to be, Bam gave it his all. At first trying little things he'd enjoyed from the likes of his girlfriends in the past then onto mimicing Jimmy's motions to the best of his abilities. It took quite a bit of concentration not to just throw his head back an shoot down his friend's throat. This, doing this, was something he'd jerked off to many, many nights and the sudden reaization of such a fantasy was damn near too much. His nerves were the only thing holding him back. Letting out a startled moan when his cock literally bumped against the back of Jimmy's throat, the skater groaned loudly increased the speed and suction of his own bobbing; though he was hardly brave enough to attempt to take the other man's length down his throat.
I'm doing somethin right. Jimmy thought, egged on by the noises Bam made and the way he quivered against Jim. Since Bam sped up so did Jimmy, though he was pretty sure it was going to shorten the whole experience. He kept his head bobbing into Bam's crotch anyway; lips, cheeks and tongue working in unison. One hand crept from the base of Bam's cock to craddle his balls, kneading them carefully. Jimmy felt his own balls constricting, belly growng tight, he'd need to warn Bam real soon.
Tendrils of lust and jolts of electricity shot up and down Bam's spine as Jimmy doubled his efforts. But the hand on his nuts proved to be too much. Dragging his mouth off of the other man, the skater whimpered loudly against his thigh, before managing a ragged cry. "Fuck... Jimmy... Move!" Everything coiled into a burning surge in his gut as his spoke. "...move..."
Ain't never let another guy come in my mouth. Ever... Just the same Jimmy ignored Bam's warning, though he thought it was damn decent of him to actually give one. He pulled off long enough to gasp out "... yeah.. yeah me too, Bam... any second..." Then locked his lips around his best friend's cock once more.
Fisting Jim's cock rapidly, Bam watched entranced at the sight and feeling of the other man getting that much closer to cumming. He'd thought about trying to swallow, but just couldn't bring himself to quite yet. Fuck, if that was going to stop him from making Jimmy shoot his load though. Leaning forward just enought to mouth the base of the other man's cock, the skater pressed his lips and teeth to the patch of skin seperating his balls and dick. Tightening his grip, he moaned loudly when Jim's cock noticeaby twitched in his hand.
Jimmy moaned around Bam's dick, his whole body stiffening as he gave in, stopped trying to hold off. He went still as his orgasm hammered through his body, not letting go of Bam with his mouth or hands, just hanging on and groaning through it with a string of throaty grunts. Still twitching and shuddering from his own climax he went back to trying to coax Bam's from him.
Despite Jim's own words of caution staving off his orgasm, Bam gasped loudly when the first shot of cum hit his neck and chest. Rather than backing off as the skater had expected, Jimmy had sucked, tugged, and moaned all that much harder. Muscles tightening, the skater grunted crying out when he could hold back no longer.
Bam was cumming... cumming in his mouth and it was dirty and it was hot and Jimmy let him. He didn't swallow, wasn't quite down with that, but he clung to Bam's thighs and rode out out the explosion without complaint. Jimmy's hand scrambled groping blindly, dragging his shirt when it came to hand to his face; spitting into it. It wasn't horrible, he conceded, Bam's jizz in his mouth, but no, just no. He crawled back up the bed to face Bam, just a little sheepish and weirded out.
Quite suddenly aware of the mess he'd allowed Jim to make of him, Bam blushed furiously. He hadn't even considered the clean up... he'd just wanted to get Jimmy off. "... always knew you were the brains of the operation..." He conceded in a mocking tone. "I need a shower... and you could still walk down to WaWas and pick up some beer... go fucking figure..." Casting one last downward glance at his chest and neck, the skater shook his head. As soon as he looked up though, and met Jimmy's gaze he knew something was up. "... okay..." He sighed and flopped back onto his back. "Is it me... or just the whole... thing?"
Jimmy shifted, laying his cheek on Bam's shoulder, careful to not put it in any of his own cum. "Heh... sorry. Not everyday I wake up and decide the perfect hang over cure is sixty-nining my best bud, ya know?" Jimmy sighed. "Did you really wanna send me out for beer?"
Wiping his chin off with the back of his hand then wiping said hand on his sheets, Bam laughed loud and hard. Only fucking Jimmy Franks. "Yeah, dude... get yer ass moving." He chuckled some more and smiled brightly over at his friend. "Fuck no... I can think of a few things that would make this that much weirder... and kicking your sorry ass out for a beer run... yeah, one of them." Tilting his head until it met Jim's, he laid there for a minute just thinking. The skater wondered just how conflicted his friend really was over this shit. Then again, he'd be lying if he let himself think that a single fucking person could get Jimmy to do anything against his will. He's weirded out... that's all.
Jimmy snorted. "I thought that wasn't right, cause dude, there's at least half a case in your fridge. I know your stock like my own." Jimmy let an arm slip around Bam's waist. "Wasn't awful actually. Was kinda nice."
"Just kinda...?" Bam made a half assed jab at Jimmy stomach in retaliation. It was really kind of mind blowing to sit back and think about it. Last night, he'd felt so fucking daring and scared shitless just pressing his leg up against Jim's... and now here they were... naked and cuddling. Yeah, it was cuddling. There wasn't any way Bam could describe it that wouldn't come off as pure and simple cuddling. Closing his eyes, he could still imagine through muscle memory the feel of Jimmy's cock in his mouth and sliding over his tongue. Lost in his own thoughts, he whimpered softly.
"Suck it up Buttercup. That's as close as I'll coming to saying it rocked." Which is the same as you just saying it dipshit. "Feel enough like a fucking chick laying here buck naked pressed all up in your shit. Don't push me 'k?
Unable to stop himself, Bam giggled. "Would it help if I asked what you were thinking about?" In seconds, he was off the bed and light heartedly running for the bathroom as if he expected Jim to react physically to his words and chase after him or some shit.
"Wow" Jimmy rolled over flat on his back and starred at Bam's cieling. "Wow." he repeated incredulously. He raised his voice almost hoping Bam's neighbors could hear his booming proclaimation through the walls of his shithole. "So someone never wants his cock sucked again... like ever!"
"Yeah, yeah... stop being such a pussy and get your ass in here..." Bam chuckled as he ran a wash cloth under the water in the sink and began wiping off his chest and neck.
Jimmy wandered into the bathroom, leaning on the door jamb he watched Bam washing up. "So what? You need me to do your back or something? Hold it for you while you piss?" He asked pulling one of his trademark comical faces.
Rolling his eyes at Jimmy as he finished up with the washcloth and rinsed off his hands, Bam reached out and grabbed the half full bottle of Listerine from its place on the countertop and shoved it at his friend's chest. "... next time I'll let you wander around with your breath smelling like dick..." The skater grinned and patted Jim on the back before leaving him alone again in the bathroom.
Jimmy looked down at the bottle for a minute, laughing he dropping it and darted after Bam. He caught him by the arm and dragged Bam to him. "That bother you, Bambi? Smellin your cum on my breath?" And Jim's fingers were in Bam's hair and pulling their lips together.
The skater hadn't expected Jim to come after him that time. He had all of five seconds to think before the other man's lips were pressing hard against his. Parting his lips to the second kiss that Jimmy'd actually initiated, Bam moaned softly into it. He could give two shit about Jim's breath... dude, had just seemed bothered by it. There was a cum-stained shirt laying on his bed to prove it. Letting a hand drape over and caress Jimmy's neck, Bam made no move to end the kiss.
Eventually they had to come up for air. The pair stood there, Jim's arms around Bam's waist, Bam's arm around Jim's neck, forehead's together, panting. Jim wanted to ask again what this meant, what they were doing. Because he really fucking wasn't sure. He didn't ask though, Bam hadn't reacted well to the question earlier, taking it as a rejection rather than the simple plea for clarification it had been. He just wished he knew what Bam wanted this, them, to be. Bam talking about 'crushing' on Jim. Did he mean love or sexual attraction. Jimmy loved Bam, his best friend ever, but Jim was pretty sure he wasn't in love with Bam. Was this just Bam experimenting sexually with someone safe or did he want Jim to be his boyfriend? Jimmy was willing to work with Bam to figure shit out, he just wished he knew where he stood and what he was supposed to be working towards.
"See... don't bother me." Bam planted a quick kiss on Jim's lips and pulled away to forage in his fridge for anything greasy to microwave. Nothing in the fridge. Freezer? He pulled open the door and rooted through some tupperware containers his mom had left him. "... Hey, Jim... You hun-" The skater turned an looked at his friend. It'd be almost easy to pretend he didn't notice something was on his mind, but Bam couldn't just lie to himself like that. "-gry?" He finished, then added. "It's freaking you out too much, ain't it?"
Jimmy startled out of his thoughts immediately looked apologetic. "Nah, man. Not freaking me out. Promise. I just..."He looked at Bam nervously. "I just wish I knew what the game plan was is all." Jimmy shrugged. "And yea, hungry."
"Pizza okay? Or you want to actually go to some shitty ass diner?" Bam asked holding off on replying to the rest of the question until he had something cooking or they were getting dressed or some shit.
"Pizza. Means I ain't gotta fucking go out." Jimmy fished a beer out of Bam's fridge and cracked it. Sitting naked at Bam's dinette table. He took a swig and looked contemplative. If Bam didn't want to answer his question did he even have a clue?
The skater got the pizza thrown in the oven and tured towards Jim only snickering a little bit at the fact that they were both just chilling bare ass naked in his kitchen. He looked over the seat across from his friend and with a smirk painted over his face, sat down. Bam glanced at the clock on his stove and figured out what time he had to take the pizza out at before clearing his throat to speak to his friend. "Look... the gameplan... my gameplan anyways... if you ain't comfortable with serious, we ain't gotta be serious... if you are, then hell... let's do it. I just don't want..." Bam reached out and swiped Jim's beer and took a swig before finishing his sentence. "I don't want you to do something you don't want to do just to stay my friend... we're friends no matter what... kay, bro?"
"Yeah, friends no matter what, Bambi." Jimmy's voice was thoughtful, like he was choosing his words carefully. "Would it be bad if I said I didn't know what I want? But I'm kinda willing to follow your lead, see what happens." He swiped the beer back and chugged it, the belched.
"We're gonna get so fucking lost, dude... like I know where the shit we're going." With a small smile, Bam stole Jim's beer again. Taking a quick sip, he slid it back. "... maybe we should just go with what feels good and by that I mean comfortable... and just see where it goes..." The skater leaned back in his chair. "I know that sounds exactly like what you just said.... but honestly... I want as much as I can get without losing my best fucking friend."
"Don't worry bout losing me dude. Told you, take more than this homo shit to scrape me off your boots." Jimmy polished off the bottle. "I'm all about comfort, hence drinking a rock at 11 AM naked in your kitchen while you burn a frozen pizza." Jimmy laughed. "I guess this means Ape's off limits now, yeah?"
Bam buried his face in his hands and laughed. Lips pursed in an attempt to hold back his laughter, he met Jimmy's gaze over the table. His mirth at the situation apparent in his eyes, the skater just shook his head. "If you can't help yourself around her... geuss that means I'll have to distract you more..."
"You got the same eyes... if I squint you kind look like her. Just gotta get you a blonde wig." Jimmy laughed. "Seriously, dude. I just got no clue. So you gotta say when things are good and when they are fucked? Deal?"
"Deal..." He glanced nervously over at the stove. "You really think I'm gonna burn it?"
"Bambi, there two things I know about you. You are the biggest homo I know and you burn everything you put in that oven." Jimmy cackled. "But I always eat it anyway. See I already proved my devotion!"
Snorting, Bam leaned back in his chair and folded his arms over his chest in mock offense. "You know.. Ape wouldn't put up that kind of abuse..." And what the fuck did he mean that Bam was the biggest homo he knew? Like before last night, even? The skater narrowed his eyes a Jimmy dramatically; even as a smile played on the corners of his mouth.
"Yeah, and Ape wouldn't feed my ass a frozen pizza niether. So she'd never have to." Jimmy threw back. "So stop giving me fish eyes. You gonna be a pussy when I complain about your cooking? Fuck... you are a girl." Jimmy grinned at Bam evilly.
"Funny... didn't taste like it when you kissed my ass a few minutes ago..." The skater tossed back. Despite the insults going a little deeper into places they normally didn't go, this was... normal!
Jimmy's eyes took on a mischievous caste and he stifled a giggle with a swig beer. "You know... Bam Bam. That video, the one that got this whole ball rolling. It's like one of my favorites. Hence the space on my ipod..."
Blinking, Bam tried to mask his curiosity at Jim bringing that up like out of the blue like that. But even as he tried, he felt his eyebrows raise ever so slightly. "Yeah?"
"Yeah. Just, yeah... Hey, remember your halloween costume from three years ago?" Jimmy was grinning urepentantly now. "You still got that?"
The actual imagery of the porn fluttered behind Bam's eyes. His brain quickly replaced himself in the place of the tranny and Jim in the place of her/his muscle bound partner. Insert the Halloween costume he'd yet to live down even after three years. "....you..." The skater started, but couldn't help but crack a smile. "You want me to fuck you while I'm dressed as a cheerleader?" Bam made sure to draw upon the imagery with a leer spread across his not so innocent face.
"Well I don't know about who'd be fucking who... we ain't got into that yet, but tell me that shit's still in your closet." Jimmy's face lit up hopefully.
"Now, now... don't dodge the subject... I distinctly remember the dude with tits fucking the guy..." He couldn't help himself, Bam started laughing. He snagged Jim's beer; happy to still have that a a distraction without having to walk his ass across the room to the fridge. The skater tipped the bottle against his lips and paused just long enough that it seemed like Jimmy was about to speak again. "... yeah, I still got it. Why? You wanna borrow it?" He snickered.
"Borrow it? Like I could fit into your skirt." Jimmy harumphed. He got up and got another beer and one for Bam. He placed the bottle in front of Bam and grinned at him happily. "I don't see you being the type to go in for a boob job. But shave your legs and wear that outfit and I might just let you fuck me... yeah."
Lips slightly parted and mouth parched despite having just chugged a decent swallow of beer, the skater stared silently at his friend for a moment. Shave his legs?! If his crew at work even caught a glimpse of that shit, he'd be in so much hell for the mocking. But fuck, if the idea wasn't damn alluring. Wait, what the fuck was he saying? "Shit, what's in it for me, bro? Fuck or not..."
Jimmy didn't answer right away. He sipped the fresh beer, enjoying it as his hang over had finally disappated and just stared at Bam thoughtfully. Would he really let Bam fuck him? Jim had never even once, not even when on his knees with a cock in his mouth contemplated for an instant letting anyone breach his ass. His only anal sex experiences had involved girlfriends and him doing the impaling. "What's in it for you, Bambi?" He asked lazily.
"Dude, you said might... that shit's not definite... I take a razor to my legs, I better get a hell yeah." Bam took a swig of beer and let it roll over his tongue as his gaze met Jimmy's in a challenge.
Jimmy nodded at Bam. "Your concern is so noted." Setting his beer bottle down on the table Jimmy turned slowly, making a show of it, and knelt on his chair leaning over the back of it. The round moons of his asscheeks facing Bam over his kitchen table. "You see that ass, Bambi boyo... ain't nothing been in there ever but one single finger of Chasey's, one little bitty girly finger. Imagine how tight that ass his Bam Bam." He looked at Bam over his own shoulder with a shit eating grin. "Tell me that even a 'might' ain't worth what ever I ask?"
A slightly dazed expression on his face, Bam stopped mid-drink to simply stare at the ass presented in front of him. Jesus fuck, all he wanted to do was drop to his kness and latch onto it with both hands. He wondered what the fleshy globe would taste like under his mouth and tongue or under his teeth... how Jim would taste even deeper. Fuck, his brain was going to be looping gay porn at him for days. Swallowing loudly, the skater dragged his eyes up Jimmy's back to meet his gaze. He finished his drink and placed his beer back on the table. Licking his lips, Bam tilted his head as a strange expression swept over his face. Two could play this game. "... dude, you let her finger you?" Bam smirked and attempted to hide his true reaction to Jim's statement by taking another swig of beer only to have his eyes drop back down to his friend's ass.
Jimmy rolled his eyes and still making a production of it turned back over and sat in the chair, legs crossed. "Yea, why not? Was with her longest anyone's ever stuck. You never let Jenn diddle you?" Jimmy smirked at Bam and retrieved his bottle as well, Smirking around the neck of it as he drank.
Shifting uncomfortably in his chair, Bam pulled a face at Jim. Fucker knew how much he hated talking about her. He knew. Yet he consistantly brought her up. Thirty fucking seven. "... would you have let her skanky ass try that shit out?"
"Sorry man. Just... was a long time so figured her if anyone. Forget I mentioned." Jimmy's look turned from apologetic to sly. "Anything, Bambi, up there ever?"
Nothing that bore repeating, his thoughts screamed. Bam could feel his cheeks coloring. God fucking damn it, he could never hide shit from Jim. Espeically if the dude asked straight up. Shit. "... something... you could say..."
Jimmy's eye popped and eyebrows raised as he studied Bam speculatively. He shifted in his chair, re-crossing his legs as his cock twitched a lil. "Something like what?" There just was no way in hell he could not ask.
(Yes, we are evil... Cliffhanger!)
Chapter 3