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: 5
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...
Additional Authors this chapter: abysmal_seraph as Knoxville, ashesintwilight as Raab, & samara_draven as Steve-O. Also, k_in_buffalo as Rake and trollsttroll as Dico.
Prologue
1, 2, 3, 4
"Fuck, people are already there!" Bam exclaimed sitting up in his seat; his teeth bared in a boisterous laugh. "Oh, this is gonna be fucking hilarious, dude. I mean... cookie." He gave Jim an exaggerated wink as the car pulled to a stop behind Dico's POS.
"Yeah, when I called... John-boy was hanging with Dic. And Raaby was there too and already shitfaced. Think they warned Dic? Heh. Don't matter. Should hear from Yohn too." Jimmy hopped out of the car and waited for Bam; grinning and grabbing his hand.
Nearly plastering himself to Jim's shoulder, Bam followed him up the walkway to Dico's modular home aka... trailer. He took a deep breath readying himself for what was about to come and leaned forward knocking cheerfully on the door. "Oh, Brannn...."
Shoving the screen door open, Dico took in the sight before him. Bam Bam and Jimmy... Jesus, who else was going to show up at his place? Raab had been there drinking for hours and not more than forty five minutes earlier Knoxville showed up on his deck. "Hey..." He greeted them cheerfully before his eyes dropped to their linked hands. "...what's up?"
"Dude, tell me you finished Bioshock. I wanna fucking play it sometime before Version Two comes out." Jimmy grinned. "Bambi and me got bored of the Mall." He shouldered past Dico dragging Bam behind him.
Bam made a point to catch Bran's eye as he was literally yanked passed him. "Yo, Dico..." He threw out casually.
Johnny cocked his head towards the door and grinned when he saw Bam and Jimmy enter. "Well look what the cat drug in. Ugly and Uglier. How ya freaks doin’?" He giggled when he saw that the men’s hands were joined. Fuh-laming! "Catch yourself a princess, Jimmy?"
"Princess? No, I don't think you and I have hooked up before John-Boy." Jimmy grinned and winked at Johnny. He plopped on Dico's sofa and pulled Bam onto his knees. "So Dico, I'll forget you're bogarting my game if you fetch me and Bambi a couple brews."
Bran gave Bam and Jimmy a crooked smile. Something was up with those two... he was definitely going to keep an eye on tweedle dee and tweedle dumb tonight. He was about to turn and grab the requested beers and get up in the dude's faces when another knock sounded at the door. "Who the fuck...?" Stomping towards the door, Dico ran his hand through his hair causing it to stick up even worse.
Back on the couch, Bam let himself slump against Jimmy's chest and watched with an amused gaze as his friend started one out of many freak outs he was going to be having in the next, oh hour. Cutting his eyes temporarily at Jim, he grinned and blew him a kiss.
Steve-O hung on his companion shamelessly as he knocked on Dico’s door. Starla seemed a little put out that they’d left the restaurant to go to a guy’s get-together but she would stay because - dammit - she was with Steve-O. How could she not? He leered at her while he waited for the door to open. Though he wondered why it was every time he snagged a chick, the guys got in the way somehow. Oh well. It was always fun so he couldn’t complain, even if it meant he probably wasn’t going to stick his dick anywhere anytime soon. "Don’t worry babe. These guys are a lot of fun."
"Heeey! D man!" Steve-O laughed when the door opened to reveal the disheveled man. He stepped forward barreling past Dico and into the living room. He dropped the case of beers he had on the couch and raised his hands. "Okay, now you may... officially start the party!"
Jimmy snickered and wrapped his arms around Bam's waist. "Dico, man. I am dying here. Beer? Pretty please?" He whispered in Bam's ear. "I suppose if we were telling everyone there was a party here we should have brought some booze. Oh, well."
"I’m a princess?" Johnny cut in and took a long swig of his beer while shooting Jimmy a mocking glare. "Well, where the hell is my crown? And I wouldn’t get with you anyway. You’re crude," he primly pointed out. Either Bam and Jimmy were playing one hell of a joke or they were trying to tell someone something all wink wink and nudge nudge and shit. Johnny grinned. Nah, they were just really really gay.
"Knoxville calls me crude... I'll take that as a compliment. Don't know what your missing though, sweetcheeks. Remind me later to shoplift you a tiara. I'll get right on that." Jimmy grinned.
Scooting around in Jim's lap until the one of the other man's hand slid up and under his T-shirt, Bam nodded a belated hello Steve-O barely paying Dico notice knowing that on top of other shit that it would just piss the dude off. "Hey, Steve-O... pass us some beer since Bran here's being a lazy ass..."
Johnny sucked down the last of his beer then hopped to his feet. He could still walk straight which was good since walking was exactly what he was going to be doing since he didn’t even bring a car to commit a DUI in. "I want that tiara, Jimmy. And it better be pink and sparkly or I’ll kick your ass," he joked. He smiled broadly at the pair then leaned in so only they could hear him. "Hey, I don’t give a rat’s ass what floats your boats. You’re my friends. So if you have a problem with anyone, I’m always happy to lend my services to a good ol’ fashion asswhooping." He straightened before they could answer. "Well, dipshits, I’m needed elsewhere. Now now, I’ll know you’ll be sad but I gotta go." He made mock sobbing noises and headed for the door. "I’ll miss you all! Well, not you so much, lady I don’t know, because, uh, I don’t you. Bye now!"
"Thanks John-Boy. Means a lot, dude." Jimmy shot in parting as their friend bailed. It was good to know he had their backs.
"One brew for Bam!" he said and tossed it. When Johnny got up ragging about the tiara, Steve-O tuned him out. He always tuned the guys out when they got gay on him. "So what's this shindig all about? I could so be getting laid right now but I told Starla here that you guys are cool but all you're doing sitting around, practicing how to cross your legs. Buncha ballsless pussies..."
"Dude, we need a excuse to have a few beers with friends? Didn't you get the memo? It's Cockblock Steve O Day." He looked at Steve's date. "Sorry Ma'am, just being a jerk. Can't help it." Jimmy wasn't too worried about her sensibilities though. She was with Steve.
Raab stumbled into the room, eyes already hazed and vision tilted. When he saw the newcomers, a huge sloppy smile made its way onto his face. "Bam fucking Margera!" Seeing him already atop Jimmy, he took a running leap. "Dog pile on Jimmy!!" He landed right on their laps. "How the hell are you guys and why aren't you drunk yet?"
Steve-O snorted a laugh. "You guys can dogpile... Can I piss on it?"
"Dude, like one of us telling you where to flog your log ever fucking matter..." Bam squeaked out beneath Raab's weight. He wrapped his arms around his drunk friend and let out a breathless chuckle. "But, I think Bran over there might like it better if your ... date gave him the honors..."
"Fuck you, Bam... shit, give me one of those..." Dico leaned over and snagged a beer from the case. He'd just popped it open and was taking his first swig when the doorbell rang. "Jesus jumped-up Christ."
"Hey Bran. Jimbo said you were having a party. How's it hanging?" Rake said walking in the door. "Hi guys." He wrinkled his face at the sight of Bam and Raab both sprawled on top of Jimmy. "You invite me to some fucking gay orgy or somethin?"
"Don't be fucking jealous, Rake," Raab shouted in an overly loud voice. "Just because no one wants to hang off your ugly ass. Not so good with the ladies maybe fellas are where it's at for ya."
"Eww Dude, don't be sick. If my choice is celibacy or your minging ass I'm joining the priesthood." Rake's lips curled in disgust.
Steve-O laughed at Rake's comment and looked over at Raab. "Yeah, you leave us uglies alone! He's not that much uglier than me and I do alright with the ladies, don't I, Starla?" He shimmied closer to his date but she threw her hands up in disgust and walked outside.
Jimmy looked at Rake with narrowed eyes. He'd have to get used to them, or suffer, cause he knew the rest of the guys would be alright with it eventually. Even Steve could tolerate homos as long as no one hit on his skinny ass. Jimmy turned Bam's face to his and kissed him, no tongue, but definitely one that didn't imply a joke.
"See that's just wrong." Rake grumbled grabbing a beer and flopping into the last unoccupied chair in the room.
Steve-O cringed but he got over the eww factor quickly enough and then laughed and guffawed like a hyena. "Oh, man! Good one guys! I didn't think you had the balls! Lemme go get my camera and you guys can do it again."
Grinning devilishly, Bam turned his head up towards Jimmy's again and pressed their lips together; this time with tongue. He could feel Raab shifting on his lap maybe suddenly realizing that something was going down. Yeah, sure all the guys weren't here yet, but the ones that were... were ones to talk. Pulling back from the kiss, Bam smiled then planted a quick peck on Jim's chin. "... dunno if we're up for the whole 'special pictures' together yet, Steve-Baby..." It was all Bam could do to bite his tongue to keep from laughing.
The first kiss, Raab laughed at with Steve-O. "Niiiice." But then Bam was leaning in and definitely giving more than a joking kiss. Raab shifted to sit more upright, leaned away to gawk better. His eyes blinked rapidly as if trying to shake away the drunkenness long enough to focus, really focus. His mouth hung open stupidly. "I, um...I'm pretty sure I just missed something..."
Steve's face fell when Bam slipped Jimmy some tongue and he plopped down on the far end of the couch. "Dude... If you homes gotta out yourself, can't you use words like normal people?" Then Bam's statement caught up with him. "Steve baby?! You can forget about calling me baby. Steve-O is nobody's bitch." Then he laughed again. "I think I need to get drunk."
Jimmy chuckled. "Yeah, Chris. You know how you all always pick on Bam Bam for being a fag? Yeah, who knew, turns out sorta me too. That using my words good enough, Steve?"
Steve-O thought for a moment watching his friends. To say he was surprised by this was an understatement, but really he shoulda seen it coming. Rather than wallow in good manly misery, he sat up and retorted, "'Bam bam'? 'Sorta'? You even sound gay." He stood up and grabbed his case of beer. "From here on, this is the non-gays brew." He wandered past Dico and into the kitchen, pulling out a beer for himself and offering one to their seemingly reluctant host. "Beer? You are a non-gay aren't you?" He giggled.
Jimmy laughed hard enough to jostle the guys on top of him and yelled after the retreating Steve O. "Yeah Steve, just sorta. For instance I noticed Starla there had a good solid C cup and an ass that didn't quit and you're a schmuck for letting her waltz out while you shoot the shit with us."
It wasn't turning out how they'd anticipated, but it was just as good as if they'd come out to them all nervous and shit. Bam couldn't help but chuckle at Jimmy's oogling of women. That most certainly hadn't changed and showed no inclination of changing. "...oh, shit Steve-o... you mean this brewski will turn my ass straight?! Fuck, get me a mixed drink. Stat!"
Steve-O grinned like a loon at Jimmy from inside the kitchen. "I ain't about to run off and screw her after you said that shit. Would make me a bigger pussy than you..." Then he looked at Bam. "You already drank outta that. You turned it gay so you can keep it. If you've had Jimbo's cock up your ass, my non-gays' brew ain't gonna give you balls now. So don't worry your pretty little head, Mrs. Jimmy."
Snuggling up against Jim, Bam smirked at his friend. Hell yeah, leave it to them to assume a ton of shit. "Hey... you ever had a cock up YOUR ass? That shit takes balls... not takes them away... and who said I was the Missus?!!"
"Beer can't make you gay or straight. It's genetics. They've actually shown that it's an inherited trait. For instance if one identical twin is gay the other one almost always is too. Though there's debate about bisexuals, like I assume Mr. Guess-Her-Cup-Size here. Still fucking weird." Rake interjected thoughtfully and sipped his beer.
Jimmy guffawed. "Thank you Mr. Science." He whispered to Bam "Babe, you so know you're the girl."
"Yeah, but do I have to announce that shit?" Bam whispered back.
Dico, who had been watching the group for a while, finally spoke up. "... what's the big fucking deal? I mean really... it's like obvious beyond obvious. We all knew it and thought we were so fucking clever in giving him shit for it... If the beer ain't for everyone... I ain't drinking it..." Sure, everyone thought he was a goofball, but shit... Bam was his friend; probably his best friend. And Jim? He really wasn't that bad. "And can any of you say you'd rather Bam had that bitch Jenn still hanging around?"
Shaking his head, Raab tried to let all the information process through his drunk brain. "You know, anyone else and I might have a problem. But since you're keeping the alcohol, I think I'll stick around and hang. I go where the brew goes, dude." He threw his head back with a laugh, clearly joking. "Though I think I will find a new seat incase some action gets goin'. Certain things I don't need to see, touch, feel..." he scrunched up his face with an 'eww' expression.
"You sure, Raaby? The way you were cuddled up to Bam thought I might see some threesome action tonight." Jimmy laughed and looking at the horror on some of the faces around him only made him laugh harder. "Relax fuckers. It's a joke. We ain't recruiting. You heard Dr. Yohn's lecture."
Steve-O sat back down on the far end of the couch. "Well, when you put it that way, Dico..." He looked at Bam and Jimmy. "Just keep your gay hands to each other and we'll be fine. And I was joking about the brew, D. No need to get all serious and shit. So if this is a party, what are we gonna do for fun besides bash the two lovebirds?"
Laughing, Raab tossed his empty beer can at Jim, settling on the floor with his back leaned into the couch. "Shit man, I'd need a lot more liquor for that. Have to be completely blasted for even the idea of sex with Bam to make sense. You and I, maybe we can work something out." Words dripping with sarcasm, he gave the couple the finger.
"Raaby, you don't know what you're missing..." Bam giggled and let his head fall back until it was propped on Jimmy's shoulder as he leaned into his cheek. Yeah, he could so get use to this shit. Changing subjects abruptly, he turned to Dico. "Yo, Bran what are we doing besides bashing us?"
"Don't look at me... you two assholes invited everyone over. I was gonna drive down to Kmart... but no..." Dico grumped. Then a particularly nefarious urge took him over. Why not make the boys squirm now that they knew the crew was for the most part okay with their shit? "... so, Ape and Phil know yet, Bam-a-lam?
"Dico, man. Why you wanna go there? I won't let Bambi spill the beans at home. Figure it'll ruin my chances with April." He grinned wolfishly and hugged Bam close.
"Jim, you are such an asshole..." Bam held his tongue from saying anymore. He so did not need the whole crew giving him shit. Still, the hugging was nice.
"Yea but you still love me." Jimmy replied happily.
Steve-O rolled his eyes and got up. "Okay! Everyone just needs to keep their hands and gayness to themselves! Steve-O is a guy with guy friends. I know that sounds an awful lot like gay but I said guy. Sheesh! You all make me wanna rip all your britches down and make sure you still have balls." With a disgusted sigh he turned toward the kitchen, muttering "Can't believe... dipshits ruined my date for this..." He opened the fridge and grabbed a beer, chugging half of it in the first gulp.
"Man, I can't believe you let us either. She had skank written all over her, but those titties were natural." Jimmy shook his head at Steve.
"Seriously, dude, no one here would have blamed you for blowing us off to tap that." Rake added in, tipping his beer in a mock salute at Steve O.
Steve-O came back to the living room. It didn't happen often but he was out of comebacks. So he bailed. He bailed and bid them a goodnight, hoping the next time he saw them, they were a little less gay around him. He could handle having homos in his presence but all the gay talk and jokes just wasn't how he liked to think of his friends. When he got out to the car, Starla was still there, which surprised him. She had heard everything that was said through the open windows and though she said she found his acceptance of his friends very sweet and draped herself on him. He decided the night hadn't gone so bad. Hell his friends may have helped him get laid after all. He'd have to thank their gay asses tomorrow.
The news burned off most of Raab's drunken silliness. Even with the remaining buzz, watching the two was enough to know that it was real. Any judgment he could of had would have been wiped away by seeing the happy smirks they both carried. Bam certainly seemed happier than with any girl he'd been with in a long time, so who could fault them for that. Rising to his feet, he gave a big smile. "I am off to pass out somewhere and sleep this shit off. You two," he pointed to Bam and Jimmy. "Whatever rubs your Buddhas is okay by me. Just let me know who's wearing the dress at the wedding." He walked off, cackling evil the entire way.
Rake actually hung out for quite a while. He simply ignored it when Bam and Jim would be overly familiar. It kind of grossed him out, but they weren't hitting on him and he was smart enough to know it wasn't contagious. So after having expressed his initial dismay he just stopped acknowledging anything was different. He drank a few beers, played some video games and chilled with his buds till the evening seemed to be winding down. Feeling just sober enough to drive he excused himself and headed home. Not even thinking too hard about the fact two of his buddies might be doing it.
Bam watched each of his friends leave. He'd swapped positions earlier in the night and had his legs draped over Jim's lap. Just feeling Jimmy's hands on him seriously had him on edge half the night, but he knew that this was a better way to spend their night. Sure they could have gone back to his place and kissed and humped until they passed out from exhaustion, but in so many ways this was more of what he thought they needed. Acting just like they used to with just a little extra affection thrown in. He glanced over at Dico stretched across some haggard as fuck second hand chair and smiled. "Hey man, thanks...."
"Yeah", Jimmy added. "Was cool of you to let us crash your pad. And..." Jimmy chuckled and made a funny face, "For unknowingly hosting our little coming out party." He really was pleased by their friends' reactions. The small amounts of discomfort were natural and livable. He was complete at ease now, with his surroundings and with his new relationship. He couldn't be sure that wouldn't falter, but at the moment he felt copasetic.
"Yeah, yeah... leave the rest the beer." Dico peeked into the box. "The whole two fucking cans." He watched his friends head toward the door. "... hey, seriously though." Bran clenched his hand in a fist and held it over his chest then held his arm at them. "... still your bud, no matter what... alright?"
Jimmy grinned and returned the funny salute. "Alright. Thanks Dic. You're the man." He took Bam's hand. They had each other and they had their friends. Life was pretty fucking sweet.
As they neared the car, Bam laid his hands on Jimmy's waist and twirled them just enough until he had the other man pressed up against the driver side door. "Please tell me you're spending the night..." He whispered before capturing Jim's lips in a slow, wet kiss.
Jimmy spread his feet so he could drag Bam flush against him, moaning into the kiss. When they broke he looked at Bam, looking pleased and happy. "Well when you ask like that how can a guy refuse?"
"... they can't" He giggled back with an attitude. Licking his lips, Bam cocked an eyebrow. "Let's get the fuck home then..." Fingers dragging over Jimmy's stomach, he turned and walked around the front of the car to get into the passenger side. He winked at him over the roof then slid into his seat.
Grinning Jimmy climbed behind the wheel and started up the car. Yeah, this seems like a better idea all the time. He should said something years ago. Jimmy laughed, leaned over into Bam's space on the passenger side and laid another kiss on him, then peel out from the curb in high spirits.
The entire ride home, Bam mulled over their evening. How fucking right it had felt to just lay in Jimmy's arms in front of all their friends. It was something he'd always thought about but never actually dreamed would happen. His stomach was actually full of butterflies at the possibility of what might lie ahead in the night.
Jimmy couldn't help thinking that Bam was awful quiet. He looked relaxed and happy, but was off in his own plane of thought. Jim let him be, instead going off on his own whimsy. He decided he was really pretty lucky. Even though he didn't consider himself full on gay he wasn't finding anything uncomfortable in his relationship with Bam. There was no reason as a bisexual male he couldn't have a monogamous relationship with another guy. It actually seemed preferable so far. All the affection, none of the drama. Jimmy snickered as he considered that; knowing Bam and himself eventually there would probably be some. But it wouldn't be the same sort as you got with a chick. Like that chick walking out on Steve cause he brought her to a house full of guys having a few brews. There was no doubt he and Bam had chemistry, hell it's probably what kept them such great friends the last few years. It didn't hurt one bit that the skater was cute as hell. Jimmy was grinning like an idiot by the time he pulled up in front of Bam's place.
Chapter 6
Authors: k_in_buffalo & trollsttroll
Chapter: 5
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...
Additional Authors this chapter: abysmal_seraph as Knoxville, ashesintwilight as Raab, & samara_draven as Steve-O. Also, k_in_buffalo as Rake and trollsttroll as Dico.
Prologue
1, 2, 3, 4
"Fuck, people are already there!" Bam exclaimed sitting up in his seat; his teeth bared in a boisterous laugh. "Oh, this is gonna be fucking hilarious, dude. I mean... cookie." He gave Jim an exaggerated wink as the car pulled to a stop behind Dico's POS.
"Yeah, when I called... John-boy was hanging with Dic. And Raaby was there too and already shitfaced. Think they warned Dic? Heh. Don't matter. Should hear from Yohn too." Jimmy hopped out of the car and waited for Bam; grinning and grabbing his hand.
Nearly plastering himself to Jim's shoulder, Bam followed him up the walkway to Dico's modular home aka... trailer. He took a deep breath readying himself for what was about to come and leaned forward knocking cheerfully on the door. "Oh, Brannn...."
Shoving the screen door open, Dico took in the sight before him. Bam Bam and Jimmy... Jesus, who else was going to show up at his place? Raab had been there drinking for hours and not more than forty five minutes earlier Knoxville showed up on his deck. "Hey..." He greeted them cheerfully before his eyes dropped to their linked hands. "...what's up?"
"Dude, tell me you finished Bioshock. I wanna fucking play it sometime before Version Two comes out." Jimmy grinned. "Bambi and me got bored of the Mall." He shouldered past Dico dragging Bam behind him.
Bam made a point to catch Bran's eye as he was literally yanked passed him. "Yo, Dico..." He threw out casually.
Johnny cocked his head towards the door and grinned when he saw Bam and Jimmy enter. "Well look what the cat drug in. Ugly and Uglier. How ya freaks doin’?" He giggled when he saw that the men’s hands were joined. Fuh-laming! "Catch yourself a princess, Jimmy?"
"Princess? No, I don't think you and I have hooked up before John-Boy." Jimmy grinned and winked at Johnny. He plopped on Dico's sofa and pulled Bam onto his knees. "So Dico, I'll forget you're bogarting my game if you fetch me and Bambi a couple brews."
Bran gave Bam and Jimmy a crooked smile. Something was up with those two... he was definitely going to keep an eye on tweedle dee and tweedle dumb tonight. He was about to turn and grab the requested beers and get up in the dude's faces when another knock sounded at the door. "Who the fuck...?" Stomping towards the door, Dico ran his hand through his hair causing it to stick up even worse.
Back on the couch, Bam let himself slump against Jimmy's chest and watched with an amused gaze as his friend started one out of many freak outs he was going to be having in the next, oh hour. Cutting his eyes temporarily at Jim, he grinned and blew him a kiss.
Steve-O hung on his companion shamelessly as he knocked on Dico’s door. Starla seemed a little put out that they’d left the restaurant to go to a guy’s get-together but she would stay because - dammit - she was with Steve-O. How could she not? He leered at her while he waited for the door to open. Though he wondered why it was every time he snagged a chick, the guys got in the way somehow. Oh well. It was always fun so he couldn’t complain, even if it meant he probably wasn’t going to stick his dick anywhere anytime soon. "Don’t worry babe. These guys are a lot of fun."
"Heeey! D man!" Steve-O laughed when the door opened to reveal the disheveled man. He stepped forward barreling past Dico and into the living room. He dropped the case of beers he had on the couch and raised his hands. "Okay, now you may... officially start the party!"
Jimmy snickered and wrapped his arms around Bam's waist. "Dico, man. I am dying here. Beer? Pretty please?" He whispered in Bam's ear. "I suppose if we were telling everyone there was a party here we should have brought some booze. Oh, well."
"I’m a princess?" Johnny cut in and took a long swig of his beer while shooting Jimmy a mocking glare. "Well, where the hell is my crown? And I wouldn’t get with you anyway. You’re crude," he primly pointed out. Either Bam and Jimmy were playing one hell of a joke or they were trying to tell someone something all wink wink and nudge nudge and shit. Johnny grinned. Nah, they were just really really gay.
"Knoxville calls me crude... I'll take that as a compliment. Don't know what your missing though, sweetcheeks. Remind me later to shoplift you a tiara. I'll get right on that." Jimmy grinned.
Scooting around in Jim's lap until the one of the other man's hand slid up and under his T-shirt, Bam nodded a belated hello Steve-O barely paying Dico notice knowing that on top of other shit that it would just piss the dude off. "Hey, Steve-O... pass us some beer since Bran here's being a lazy ass..."
Johnny sucked down the last of his beer then hopped to his feet. He could still walk straight which was good since walking was exactly what he was going to be doing since he didn’t even bring a car to commit a DUI in. "I want that tiara, Jimmy. And it better be pink and sparkly or I’ll kick your ass," he joked. He smiled broadly at the pair then leaned in so only they could hear him. "Hey, I don’t give a rat’s ass what floats your boats. You’re my friends. So if you have a problem with anyone, I’m always happy to lend my services to a good ol’ fashion asswhooping." He straightened before they could answer. "Well, dipshits, I’m needed elsewhere. Now now, I’ll know you’ll be sad but I gotta go." He made mock sobbing noises and headed for the door. "I’ll miss you all! Well, not you so much, lady I don’t know, because, uh, I don’t you. Bye now!"
"Thanks John-Boy. Means a lot, dude." Jimmy shot in parting as their friend bailed. It was good to know he had their backs.
"One brew for Bam!" he said and tossed it. When Johnny got up ragging about the tiara, Steve-O tuned him out. He always tuned the guys out when they got gay on him. "So what's this shindig all about? I could so be getting laid right now but I told Starla here that you guys are cool but all you're doing sitting around, practicing how to cross your legs. Buncha ballsless pussies..."
"Dude, we need a excuse to have a few beers with friends? Didn't you get the memo? It's Cockblock Steve O Day." He looked at Steve's date. "Sorry Ma'am, just being a jerk. Can't help it." Jimmy wasn't too worried about her sensibilities though. She was with Steve.
Raab stumbled into the room, eyes already hazed and vision tilted. When he saw the newcomers, a huge sloppy smile made its way onto his face. "Bam fucking Margera!" Seeing him already atop Jimmy, he took a running leap. "Dog pile on Jimmy!!" He landed right on their laps. "How the hell are you guys and why aren't you drunk yet?"
Steve-O snorted a laugh. "You guys can dogpile... Can I piss on it?"
"Dude, like one of us telling you where to flog your log ever fucking matter..." Bam squeaked out beneath Raab's weight. He wrapped his arms around his drunk friend and let out a breathless chuckle. "But, I think Bran over there might like it better if your ... date gave him the honors..."
"Fuck you, Bam... shit, give me one of those..." Dico leaned over and snagged a beer from the case. He'd just popped it open and was taking his first swig when the doorbell rang. "Jesus jumped-up Christ."
"Hey Bran. Jimbo said you were having a party. How's it hanging?" Rake said walking in the door. "Hi guys." He wrinkled his face at the sight of Bam and Raab both sprawled on top of Jimmy. "You invite me to some fucking gay orgy or somethin?"
"Don't be fucking jealous, Rake," Raab shouted in an overly loud voice. "Just because no one wants to hang off your ugly ass. Not so good with the ladies maybe fellas are where it's at for ya."
"Eww Dude, don't be sick. If my choice is celibacy or your minging ass I'm joining the priesthood." Rake's lips curled in disgust.
Steve-O laughed at Rake's comment and looked over at Raab. "Yeah, you leave us uglies alone! He's not that much uglier than me and I do alright with the ladies, don't I, Starla?" He shimmied closer to his date but she threw her hands up in disgust and walked outside.
Jimmy looked at Rake with narrowed eyes. He'd have to get used to them, or suffer, cause he knew the rest of the guys would be alright with it eventually. Even Steve could tolerate homos as long as no one hit on his skinny ass. Jimmy turned Bam's face to his and kissed him, no tongue, but definitely one that didn't imply a joke.
"See that's just wrong." Rake grumbled grabbing a beer and flopping into the last unoccupied chair in the room.
Steve-O cringed but he got over the eww factor quickly enough and then laughed and guffawed like a hyena. "Oh, man! Good one guys! I didn't think you had the balls! Lemme go get my camera and you guys can do it again."
Grinning devilishly, Bam turned his head up towards Jimmy's again and pressed their lips together; this time with tongue. He could feel Raab shifting on his lap maybe suddenly realizing that something was going down. Yeah, sure all the guys weren't here yet, but the ones that were... were ones to talk. Pulling back from the kiss, Bam smiled then planted a quick peck on Jim's chin. "... dunno if we're up for the whole 'special pictures' together yet, Steve-Baby..." It was all Bam could do to bite his tongue to keep from laughing.
The first kiss, Raab laughed at with Steve-O. "Niiiice." But then Bam was leaning in and definitely giving more than a joking kiss. Raab shifted to sit more upright, leaned away to gawk better. His eyes blinked rapidly as if trying to shake away the drunkenness long enough to focus, really focus. His mouth hung open stupidly. "I, um...I'm pretty sure I just missed something..."
Steve's face fell when Bam slipped Jimmy some tongue and he plopped down on the far end of the couch. "Dude... If you homes gotta out yourself, can't you use words like normal people?" Then Bam's statement caught up with him. "Steve baby?! You can forget about calling me baby. Steve-O is nobody's bitch." Then he laughed again. "I think I need to get drunk."
Jimmy chuckled. "Yeah, Chris. You know how you all always pick on Bam Bam for being a fag? Yeah, who knew, turns out sorta me too. That using my words good enough, Steve?"
Steve-O thought for a moment watching his friends. To say he was surprised by this was an understatement, but really he shoulda seen it coming. Rather than wallow in good manly misery, he sat up and retorted, "'Bam bam'? 'Sorta'? You even sound gay." He stood up and grabbed his case of beer. "From here on, this is the non-gays brew." He wandered past Dico and into the kitchen, pulling out a beer for himself and offering one to their seemingly reluctant host. "Beer? You are a non-gay aren't you?" He giggled.
Jimmy laughed hard enough to jostle the guys on top of him and yelled after the retreating Steve O. "Yeah Steve, just sorta. For instance I noticed Starla there had a good solid C cup and an ass that didn't quit and you're a schmuck for letting her waltz out while you shoot the shit with us."
It wasn't turning out how they'd anticipated, but it was just as good as if they'd come out to them all nervous and shit. Bam couldn't help but chuckle at Jimmy's oogling of women. That most certainly hadn't changed and showed no inclination of changing. "...oh, shit Steve-o... you mean this brewski will turn my ass straight?! Fuck, get me a mixed drink. Stat!"
Steve-O grinned like a loon at Jimmy from inside the kitchen. "I ain't about to run off and screw her after you said that shit. Would make me a bigger pussy than you..." Then he looked at Bam. "You already drank outta that. You turned it gay so you can keep it. If you've had Jimbo's cock up your ass, my non-gays' brew ain't gonna give you balls now. So don't worry your pretty little head, Mrs. Jimmy."
Snuggling up against Jim, Bam smirked at his friend. Hell yeah, leave it to them to assume a ton of shit. "Hey... you ever had a cock up YOUR ass? That shit takes balls... not takes them away... and who said I was the Missus?!!"
"Beer can't make you gay or straight. It's genetics. They've actually shown that it's an inherited trait. For instance if one identical twin is gay the other one almost always is too. Though there's debate about bisexuals, like I assume Mr. Guess-Her-Cup-Size here. Still fucking weird." Rake interjected thoughtfully and sipped his beer.
Jimmy guffawed. "Thank you Mr. Science." He whispered to Bam "Babe, you so know you're the girl."
"Yeah, but do I have to announce that shit?" Bam whispered back.
Dico, who had been watching the group for a while, finally spoke up. "... what's the big fucking deal? I mean really... it's like obvious beyond obvious. We all knew it and thought we were so fucking clever in giving him shit for it... If the beer ain't for everyone... I ain't drinking it..." Sure, everyone thought he was a goofball, but shit... Bam was his friend; probably his best friend. And Jim? He really wasn't that bad. "And can any of you say you'd rather Bam had that bitch Jenn still hanging around?"
Shaking his head, Raab tried to let all the information process through his drunk brain. "You know, anyone else and I might have a problem. But since you're keeping the alcohol, I think I'll stick around and hang. I go where the brew goes, dude." He threw his head back with a laugh, clearly joking. "Though I think I will find a new seat incase some action gets goin'. Certain things I don't need to see, touch, feel..." he scrunched up his face with an 'eww' expression.
"You sure, Raaby? The way you were cuddled up to Bam thought I might see some threesome action tonight." Jimmy laughed and looking at the horror on some of the faces around him only made him laugh harder. "Relax fuckers. It's a joke. We ain't recruiting. You heard Dr. Yohn's lecture."
Steve-O sat back down on the far end of the couch. "Well, when you put it that way, Dico..." He looked at Bam and Jimmy. "Just keep your gay hands to each other and we'll be fine. And I was joking about the brew, D. No need to get all serious and shit. So if this is a party, what are we gonna do for fun besides bash the two lovebirds?"
Laughing, Raab tossed his empty beer can at Jim, settling on the floor with his back leaned into the couch. "Shit man, I'd need a lot more liquor for that. Have to be completely blasted for even the idea of sex with Bam to make sense. You and I, maybe we can work something out." Words dripping with sarcasm, he gave the couple the finger.
"Raaby, you don't know what you're missing..." Bam giggled and let his head fall back until it was propped on Jimmy's shoulder as he leaned into his cheek. Yeah, he could so get use to this shit. Changing subjects abruptly, he turned to Dico. "Yo, Bran what are we doing besides bashing us?"
"Don't look at me... you two assholes invited everyone over. I was gonna drive down to Kmart... but no..." Dico grumped. Then a particularly nefarious urge took him over. Why not make the boys squirm now that they knew the crew was for the most part okay with their shit? "... so, Ape and Phil know yet, Bam-a-lam?
"Dico, man. Why you wanna go there? I won't let Bambi spill the beans at home. Figure it'll ruin my chances with April." He grinned wolfishly and hugged Bam close.
"Jim, you are such an asshole..." Bam held his tongue from saying anymore. He so did not need the whole crew giving him shit. Still, the hugging was nice.
"Yea but you still love me." Jimmy replied happily.
Steve-O rolled his eyes and got up. "Okay! Everyone just needs to keep their hands and gayness to themselves! Steve-O is a guy with guy friends. I know that sounds an awful lot like gay but I said guy. Sheesh! You all make me wanna rip all your britches down and make sure you still have balls." With a disgusted sigh he turned toward the kitchen, muttering "Can't believe... dipshits ruined my date for this..." He opened the fridge and grabbed a beer, chugging half of it in the first gulp.
"Man, I can't believe you let us either. She had skank written all over her, but those titties were natural." Jimmy shook his head at Steve.
"Seriously, dude, no one here would have blamed you for blowing us off to tap that." Rake added in, tipping his beer in a mock salute at Steve O.
Steve-O came back to the living room. It didn't happen often but he was out of comebacks. So he bailed. He bailed and bid them a goodnight, hoping the next time he saw them, they were a little less gay around him. He could handle having homos in his presence but all the gay talk and jokes just wasn't how he liked to think of his friends. When he got out to the car, Starla was still there, which surprised him. She had heard everything that was said through the open windows and though she said she found his acceptance of his friends very sweet and draped herself on him. He decided the night hadn't gone so bad. Hell his friends may have helped him get laid after all. He'd have to thank their gay asses tomorrow.
The news burned off most of Raab's drunken silliness. Even with the remaining buzz, watching the two was enough to know that it was real. Any judgment he could of had would have been wiped away by seeing the happy smirks they both carried. Bam certainly seemed happier than with any girl he'd been with in a long time, so who could fault them for that. Rising to his feet, he gave a big smile. "I am off to pass out somewhere and sleep this shit off. You two," he pointed to Bam and Jimmy. "Whatever rubs your Buddhas is okay by me. Just let me know who's wearing the dress at the wedding." He walked off, cackling evil the entire way.
Rake actually hung out for quite a while. He simply ignored it when Bam and Jim would be overly familiar. It kind of grossed him out, but they weren't hitting on him and he was smart enough to know it wasn't contagious. So after having expressed his initial dismay he just stopped acknowledging anything was different. He drank a few beers, played some video games and chilled with his buds till the evening seemed to be winding down. Feeling just sober enough to drive he excused himself and headed home. Not even thinking too hard about the fact two of his buddies might be doing it.
Bam watched each of his friends leave. He'd swapped positions earlier in the night and had his legs draped over Jim's lap. Just feeling Jimmy's hands on him seriously had him on edge half the night, but he knew that this was a better way to spend their night. Sure they could have gone back to his place and kissed and humped until they passed out from exhaustion, but in so many ways this was more of what he thought they needed. Acting just like they used to with just a little extra affection thrown in. He glanced over at Dico stretched across some haggard as fuck second hand chair and smiled. "Hey man, thanks...."
"Yeah", Jimmy added. "Was cool of you to let us crash your pad. And..." Jimmy chuckled and made a funny face, "For unknowingly hosting our little coming out party." He really was pleased by their friends' reactions. The small amounts of discomfort were natural and livable. He was complete at ease now, with his surroundings and with his new relationship. He couldn't be sure that wouldn't falter, but at the moment he felt copasetic.
"Yeah, yeah... leave the rest the beer." Dico peeked into the box. "The whole two fucking cans." He watched his friends head toward the door. "... hey, seriously though." Bran clenched his hand in a fist and held it over his chest then held his arm at them. "... still your bud, no matter what... alright?"
Jimmy grinned and returned the funny salute. "Alright. Thanks Dic. You're the man." He took Bam's hand. They had each other and they had their friends. Life was pretty fucking sweet.
As they neared the car, Bam laid his hands on Jimmy's waist and twirled them just enough until he had the other man pressed up against the driver side door. "Please tell me you're spending the night..." He whispered before capturing Jim's lips in a slow, wet kiss.
Jimmy spread his feet so he could drag Bam flush against him, moaning into the kiss. When they broke he looked at Bam, looking pleased and happy. "Well when you ask like that how can a guy refuse?"
"... they can't" He giggled back with an attitude. Licking his lips, Bam cocked an eyebrow. "Let's get the fuck home then..." Fingers dragging over Jimmy's stomach, he turned and walked around the front of the car to get into the passenger side. He winked at him over the roof then slid into his seat.
Grinning Jimmy climbed behind the wheel and started up the car. Yeah, this seems like a better idea all the time. He should said something years ago. Jimmy laughed, leaned over into Bam's space on the passenger side and laid another kiss on him, then peel out from the curb in high spirits.
The entire ride home, Bam mulled over their evening. How fucking right it had felt to just lay in Jimmy's arms in front of all their friends. It was something he'd always thought about but never actually dreamed would happen. His stomach was actually full of butterflies at the possibility of what might lie ahead in the night.
Jimmy couldn't help thinking that Bam was awful quiet. He looked relaxed and happy, but was off in his own plane of thought. Jim let him be, instead going off on his own whimsy. He decided he was really pretty lucky. Even though he didn't consider himself full on gay he wasn't finding anything uncomfortable in his relationship with Bam. There was no reason as a bisexual male he couldn't have a monogamous relationship with another guy. It actually seemed preferable so far. All the affection, none of the drama. Jimmy snickered as he considered that; knowing Bam and himself eventually there would probably be some. But it wouldn't be the same sort as you got with a chick. Like that chick walking out on Steve cause he brought her to a house full of guys having a few brews. There was no doubt he and Bam had chemistry, hell it's probably what kept them such great friends the last few years. It didn't hurt one bit that the skater was cute as hell. Jimmy was grinning like an idiot by the time he pulled up in front of Bam's place.
Chapter 6