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: 6
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
1, 2, 3, 4, 5
Digging his house keys out of his pocket, Bam climbed out of the car. He smirked at Jimmy's smile as they made it to his front door. Crazy as it sounded he was suddenly nervous as hell. Which was ri-god-damn-diculous seeing as how he'd literally let Jim fuck him with a plastic cock earlier that day. But shit, what was Jimbo expecting during this little sleep over. Neither of them were even a shadow of how drunk they'd been when Bam had gotten up the balls to kiss his best friend. He'd be lying if he hadn't been daydreaming about Jimmy stretched up and over him; his cock buried deeper inside of him with every thrust. But... but what? Shit, he really was a girl if he was even thinking about anything besides: Hells yeah, I'm getting laid! Must be what Jim felt like earlier... shit scared of ruining the best friendship he'd ever had. Letting Jimbo fuck him, like really fuck him... that wouldn't ruin everything would it. Shit, he had a lot to think about and barely any time left to do so. Sliding the key into lock, Bam turned the knob and pressed the door open.
Jimmy followed Bam into the apartment, a hand falling to rest in the small of Bam's back. He was a little nervous. Even though he'd known Bam forever and they'd been best friends for years, this facet of their relationship was new and exciting. He wasn't sure what to expect and that in itself was a bit titillating. He didn't know what exactly Bam was ready for, but Jim knew he was hesitant about being on the receiving end of any anal penetration, so he wasn't going to push Bam into it. He wasn't that hypocritical. But he couldn't say what he'd do if Bam were to actually ask him. He'd have to see when it happened. In any case, he knew they weren't just going to nap.
Mindlessly Bam began peeling off layers as he walked towards his bedroom; first his hoodie then his t-shirt only to hesitate and then deciding to leave it on knowing full well what lay underneath. Shoulders squared he turned and faced Jimmy even as he let his back fall to rest against the wall. "... c'mere..." Bam whispered with a smile.
Jimmy returned the smile and stepped up to Bam. Leaning in, he brushed their mouths together. Starting out tender the kiss quickly escalated to open mouths and Jim pressing Bam into the wall beside his bedroom door. His hands slid underneath the shirt Bam still wore, caressing the smooth skin on the small of his back.
Shivering as the fabric now cooled by the chilly air of his apartment slid over his back and stomach combined with the press of Jimmy's hands on his skin, Bam continued lapping at his boyfriend's tongue with his own. A frown fixing itself on his face only momentarily when they separated, he grinned a little despite himself. "...so..." Bam purred, "... how many times did you think about me sitting there on your lap or across from you... still wearing this?" It was beyond obvious what he was referring to.
"Only about every fucking minute we were there. Why do you think I took every opportunity I could to sneak a hand under your shirt?" Jimmy grinned and pumped his lips against Bam's. "But it's just a piece of cloth, babe. What's really hot is what's wrapped in it."
Bam nipped at Jim's bottom lip then replied. "Then unwrap it..."
Jimmy didn't hesitate to follow Bam's instructions, pulling the camisole and t-shirt over Bam's head in one quick motion. He would have liked to have seen Bam in nothing but the scrap of silk, but there would be other times. Right now he wanted Bam to know he was into him without any artificial trappings. No women's underthings, no porn, no sex toys. He ran his hands over Bam's chest and down to undo his jeans. He licked his lips, as he flipped the button and unzipped them. "Just like Christmas."
Eyes immediately following the trail of Jimmy's tongue over his lips, Bam moaned as the other man's hand dipped down the front of his pants. "Fuck, that feels so god damn good... shit, I've had a stiffy like all fucking day." Humming as his own fingers sought out the zipper of Jimmy's jacket, Bam watched his boyfriend with half lidded eyes.
"Got you extra hard didn't it. Flaunting this in front of the guys. I shoulda made you take your t-shirt off." Jimmy told Bam, his voice husky with lust as he freed his lover's prick. Stroking it slowly with one hand, he used the other to shove Bam's jeans and boxers down around his thighs.
Remembering how much it had turned Jim on in the mall, Bam leaned forward and traced his lips over the other man's neck and Adam's Apple. Latching his mouth onto the flesh, he sucked gently; his moans vibrating against Jimmy's throat in time to the stroking of the hand on his cock.
Jimmy matched his moans. Fuck that's good. He pulled on Bam's cock for a few more minutes, turning his head to expose as much neck as possible. His own pants were defintely becoming uncomfortable though. So he resisted the urge to drop to his knees right there in the hall. "Bed?"
Nodding almost automatically, Bam sighed as their bodies separated. Fuck, he wanted Jimmy naked and pressed up against him now. God, he could almost feel it. It was damn easy to imagine just remembering earlier that day. Still he had no clue what Jim expected. "... should we grab... something ... you know?" Bam's voice dropped down into a mumble. "Just in case?"
Jimmy stared at Bam blankly for a few minutes, his exterior seeming calm but inside a strange sense of panic pervaded. He knew what Bam was asking him and didn't know how to answer. If they were prepared would that guarantee that's were this was heading? Did he want it to go there or not? His cock was saying hell yes, but for once he wasn't letting it reign. This was kind of a big deal. It was a big step, for both of them, and a definite milestone in the first relationship Jimmy really gave a fuck about.
"Yeah" He said slowly, almost shyly, " Yeah, that would be a good idea. Just in case." He echoed Bam's words to reassure himself.
Clasping his hand around the back of Jim's neck, he pulled him in for a quick kiss. It was strange as weird as he felt about things... that he almost felt like the one reassuring his friend that things were okay. Shimmying out of his pants which had still been hanging on his thighs, Bam replied in an unsteady voice try to mask his insecurity and lighten the mood a little. "I'll go get the... stuff, if your ass is naked by the time I get back..." It was a little embarrassing to be standing there naked in front of his fully clothed boyfriend. Besides shit, he liked looking at Jim's body even if the dude bitched about how it looked all the time. Stealing a final kiss before turning to walk towards the foot locker in the living room, Bam let his hand graze over Jimmy's chest as he walked away.
Jimmy let out a deep breath and shivered. Bam was hot as Hell and Jim could admit to himself he adored him. He knew was making a bigger deal out of this than necessary. If Bam had been a chick he'd be bitching he hadn't gotten any the first night. He resolved to be more like himself. It was him Bam had been crushing on forever right? Grinning he started shedding clothes as he headed for Bam's bed.
As he squatted naked in front of his foot locker, Bam surveyed all the shit he'd accumulated. He ran his hands over the end of the covers of some of the DVDs. He shouldn't be so fucking nervous. This shit was supposed to feel good; it had with his toys anyways. There was no way Jimmy would hurt him either. "Fuck it..." He said in a quiet voice to himself before grabbing his lube and a couple of rubbers. The closer he got to his bedroom door, the wider a smile spread across his face. God only fucking knew what he'd be walking into leaving Jim alone in his bedroom with the most minimal direction of 'get naked' for guidance. Oh yeah, this could be trouble or brilliance... Turning the knob, Bam pressed the door open.
Jimmy had followed Bam's directions,of course. He was in Bam's bed propped against the headboard, buck naked and slowly stroking his own cock. He'd decided to get a head start. He figured it was a pretty good sign for them that his mind without prompting, in need of a wank fantasy, had pictured Bam sucking him off instead of an anonymous set of monster tits. Eyes half shut, wearing a leering grin, he watched his boyfriend enter the room.
Trying not to snort at the image Jim made displayed against his headboard, Bam swallowed loudly. His free hand immediately grasping at the base of his cock as it twitched in response to his boyfriend's actions and visage. Bam placed the lube and condoms on top of his night stand next to his alarm clock. Standing at the side of the bed facing Jim, he slowly began stroking his cock in time with the other man. He seriously wanted to flirt to beat all hell, but standing there mirroring Jimmy's action... Bam found himself speechless.
Jimmy did snort when Bam grabbed his own cock and dropped the things he'd brought. His grin got wider as he lounged watching Bam pull his prick in unison with him. "You could stand there and beat off till you come all over. Would be one hell of a show. Or you could slide in next to me and I could help you out."
With a sly grin, Bam let his hand slide to grasp his balls if only to resituate them before climbing onto the bed. On his knuckles and knees, he made his way over to Jimmy stopping only once his legs were spread wide over the other man's thighs. Falling back onto his heels, Bam stroked himself once more before letting his fingers tangle with Jim's as he tugged at his own cock.
"I think I could get used to this." Jimmy told Bam, voice thick. His hips wanted to buck, Bam straddling his thighs made it difficult, but he managed a couple short thrusts into their combined fists. Jimmy let go and leaned back, his arms crossing behind his head. " Yeah, real used... fuck... to this Bambi." He watched Bam's face as the other man jerked him off.
Eyes wide and hungry, Bam's gaze didn't leave the sight of his hand sliding over the other man's prick. The outline of the star tattooed on his inner wrist slowly being coated in pre-cum as the head bumped against it again and again. Grinning, Bam licked his lips and sped up his strokes finally glancing up at Jimmy's face. "... good." He replied simply a he tightened his own thigh's around Jim's.
Jim was torn between just laying back and letting Bam stroke him off, which felt absolutely fantastic, and wanting more. He opted to wait and enjoy Bam worshipping his cock for a bit, though he wasn't going to cu like this. When he got closer he'd take a more proactive role. Jimmy let his gaze flutter from Bam's happy but intent face to his hand slipping over Jim's cock. That stupid star gave him a momentary flare of jealousy, he knew Bam well enough to know why he had it. Jim squelched the negative feeling. He could live with his only competition being some rockstar from some frozen arctic country in the ass end of Europe.
Bringing his other hand up to rub over Jim's chest, Bam grinned. He knew exactly what Jimmy was doing... he'd done it with chicks in the past. Yeah, it felt fucking fantastic to just lay back and enjoy yourself. However, Bam wanted to incite a stronger reaction from him. First, dragging his fingernail down the other man's chest as he tightened his grip on Jim's cock then rubbing over the barely there marks in a soothing motion; the entire time gauging Jim's reaction to such treatment. Biting his bottom lip, Bam let his fingertips graze over Jimmy's right nipple; pinching and teasing at the nub. After all this, he returned his gaze to Jim's and gave him a lustful but searching look.
Jimmy groaned and arched as Bam scratched him, shuddered at the light nipple torture. " Yeah, alright... lazy I know." He grinned at Bam and reaching out grabbed his shoulders and jerked him down into an ardent open mouthed kiss. Releasing him Jimmy grinned again. "Can't blame me can you. You look fucking good doing it and you know it feels fine."
Gathering his strength Jimmy wrapped his arms around Bam and rolled, shifting them so Bam was pinned beneath him. His hips rocked, rubbing the lengths of their cocks together. "Better?"
Bam groaned loudly tightening his hands around Jim's biceps as their dicks slid over and next to each other. "Much... mmm, fuck." His grip tightened as he turned his head to the side and bucked up against Jimmy. Eyes pinched shut and mouth hanging open as he gasped and moaned, Bam finally let his arms slide up Jim's arms and over his shoulders. He pulled Jimmy hard down on him until they were face to face or rather face to cheek. Fingers danced over the nape of Jim's neck as Bam arched his neck suggestively against his mouth.
Jimmy could take a hint and attached his mouth to the offered skin. Suckling, he raked teeth over Bam's throat, then laved the reddened flesh with his tongue. It was Bam's own fault if he got teased later about the marks. Jim's body moved against Bam's, using the friction of being squeezed between them and against each other to pleasure their eager cocks. Jimmy was starting to feel the need for something more intense, but he didn't want to rush them along. They had all night after all.
Rolling his hips almost continuously, Bam buried his fingers in Jimmy's hair as the other man's teeth dragged over his skin. Shivering visibly, he whimpered. "Oh, Jim...." He gasped out as they writhed against one another. Fuck, this was exactly what he'd been imagining all day. This and more. Flexing his hand against Jim's skull, Bam turned his head and captured his lips in a hungry kiss.
Jimmy answered the heat in Bam's lips in kind, kissing him back with every bit as much passion. He may not have let this scenario cross his mind even a few days ago, but he was sorry now he'd never allowed it to. He broke away from Bam's mouth, panting against his skin as he mouthed his way over his chin and back down his neck. He licked the hollow of his throat and down his collar, nipping his nipples in turn before moving down over his abs.
Pushing himself up on his elbows, Bam watched as Jimmy descended his torso. His mouth dropping open as lips met his chest and then stomach. Shit, he was getting so damn close to his dick. Bam spread his legs; thrusting up against the chest hovering over his cock. The light patch of hair there rubbing along the underside of his shaft felt inde-fucking-scribable. "...fuck yes..." He whispered.
Jimmy's journey down Bam's torso continued, tongue dipping into his belly button before following the dusting of hair downward. He pressed kisses into the cuts of his hips, nuzzled in the nest of curls, inhaling Bam's scent deeply. He looked up catching Bam's eyes, with his own half lidded and sultry. He mouthed the base of Bam's dick, then slowly ascended, lips tongue and teeth and coming carefully into play. Reaching the apex he engulfed it and with little other warning he was swallowing the length of it, his eyes a glint of mischief in their depths, still locked with Bam's. Jim bobbed his head a few times, feeling Bam's body coiling with pleasure, before pulling off with a plop. "What? You just gonna lay there and watch?" Jimmy snickered.
"Fucking tease..." He watched Jim's eyes dance as he snickered up at him. "... let me watch, and I'll give you a hell of a show..." Bam joked. Rolling his hips up towards Jimmy but not quite touching him, he groaned in frustration. Jim's mouth lingered over him but didn't ever move to engulf him again. With a snarl and a smile, Bam added, "... come on, show of a life time... please Jimmy... I'm so fucking hot for this shit...."
"Lucky for you I ain't no tease... was just making a point." And having made it Jimmy's mouth slid back over Bam's cock. He grinned around it at the sigh of relief that came from his boyfriend. Jimmy just wanted to make Bam feel good and while he kind of liked the sound of Bam's voice pleading, he'd never need to be begged to do this for him. Nor did he need to be bribed with the promise of Bam performing for him, he knew he would, because he wanted too just as much as Jimmy did. So Jimmy set about to do just that, using what skill he possessed to make his lover squirm.
His head was swimming and his body thrumming with so much pleasure that Bam could barely keep his position on his elbows as Jim worked him and worked him hard. "God, just like that..." Tempting disaster, Bam shifted to one arm and reached down to comb his fingers through then clench his fist into Jimmy's short brunette hair.
Jimmy moaned, the vibrations resonating through his mouth and throat when Bam pulled his hair. He wasn't into pain or that kind of thing. He was responding to Bam being demanding, wanting more of what Jim was giving him. It completely turned Jimmy on. His ass clenched as he dug his hips into the bed, rubbing his own oozing prick on Bam's blankets for some relief of the throbbing tension while he continued to attempt to suck Bam's brain out through his cock.
Bam seriously thought he was going to fucking hyperventilate if he didn't come soon. Thrusting his hips up awkwardly in time with the press of his fist, he let himself collapse onto his back with a loud moan. Shit, it was too fast... The tension for flirting with this all day had left him with a very fucking short fuse. "... Jim!" Bam gasped as if to somehow warn him that he was close but not quite there. Shoulders pressing into his mattress, he arched up into the next bob of Jimmy's mouth and whimpered loudly.
Fuck that noise is sex, Jimmy thought as Bam whined, hips rising off the bed. Jimmy didn't even have a complaint for the fact the move thrust Bam's cock against the back of his throat and he had to stifle a gag. He curled a forearm up over Bam's belly and pressed his hips back down to the bed, stepping his efforts up a notch.
It was quite honestly, the press of Jim's arm pressing him back against the bed that was Bam first push over the edge. The second being how the other man not only continued to suck after Bam's desperate warning, but stepped up his efforts. "Shit, god now... Jimmy..." He moaned as the electric show of his orgasm shot through him. The back of his skull pressed hard into the bed as he threw his head back gasping and moaning with increasingly quieter shouts as the intensity ebbed. In the end he laid panting; arching up and staring down at Jim with a sex-drunk look on his face and smile on his lips as his fingers now gently petted the other man's hair.
With the thumb and index fingers of his left hand Jimmy wiped the corners of his mouth, then lick the tips. He slid back up Bam's form and kissed him hard, pressing his aching prick against Bam's thigh. "So help a guy out?" He asked hoarsely, rubbing his cheek against Bam's.
Grinning lazily against Jim's cheek, Bam reached out for his boyfriend's hands and drug them up the top of the headboard. Tolerating a questioning yet disappointed look from Jimmy, he began inching down the bed between the other man's thighs. It was difficult to squirm down the bed with a prankster such as Jim straddling yourself, but Bam finally managed and was rewarded by the heady smell of sweat and cum. Licking his lips, he shoved Jimmy's hip up enough to give him room to maneuver the cock into his mouth.
Jimmy leaned into the headboard and bit and looked down at Bam's face between his knees. It was a pretty fucking hot vantage point to watch his cock slide between Bam's pouty lips. "BamBam, you have no idea how bad the urge to fucking pump my hips is right now." Jimmy told him, breathy and trembling with the effort to hold still. He was pretty sure Bam wouldn't be up for Jimmy actually giving in to the urge to fuck his face.
Hands clasped up and over Jimmy's thighs, Bam moaned at the mere thought of what Jimmy had just mentioned. Trying to convey his reaction, he tugged at Jim's hips so that they were pumping ever so slightly. Enough that there was friction beyond the angle he was sucking at but not enough to gag him... yet. Even doing so, Bam managed to cast his eyes upward enough to meet Jimmy's own.
"Jesus, Bam" Jimmy rocked his hips since he was invited to do. He wasn't sure if that was better than holding still or more difficult. He wasn't sure how much Bam might be willing to tolerate, but he knew he wouldn't want his face drilled to the bed. So he kept it sedate, little jerks that gave him satisfaction, but weren't gonna choke Bam. He leaned heavily into the headboard, staring down at Bam with lust filled eyes.
Letting his right hand slide off of Jim's thigh, Bam ran his palm over the curve of his boyfriend's hip and then just barely skimmed over his ass. He chuckled through his nose at Jimmy tensing when his fingers drifted a little to close to his ass before letting his hand come to a rest on his balls. Cupping them softly, Bam rolled them in his fist as he arched up off the bed to swallow as much of Jim's cock as he was able to. He was panting heavily through his nose during the entire to do and much to his surprise still all hot and bothered over Jimmy.
Jimmy's reaction to Bam's fingers near his asshole weren't entirely voluntary. While he wasn't necessarily going to invite Bam to go there, Jim probably wouldn't have protested had he, fingers anyway. In any case the hand on his sac was sweet and when Bam arched up and gulped him down Jimmy almost lost it. "Fuck... goddamn, Bambi..."
Pulling back only long enough to gasp for a breath, Bam arched up again swallowing Jimmy down; all the while pulling him down hard with his right hand. His right hand which had been alternating between tugging ever so gently on one nut and then the other pressed them up in unison as Jim's cock slid over his tongue and pressed at the back of his mouth. Moaning over the mouthful, Bam's eyes fluttered open then closed.
A rasping moan dragged up out of Jimmy's chest. "Fuck... Bambi... damn you're good." For someone who had only sucked fake cock he's got a pretty fucking awesome bag of tricks... How much did he fucking practice? Jim's eyes closed, hips giving short sharp jerks into Bam's mouth, and he let himself get lost in the sensations, panting against the headboard that was supporting him.
Just hearing Jim's words of encouragement made Bam's head spin. This was really happening. Jimmy was his boyfriend and they were having hot as shit sex... and not for the first fucking time either. He'd never actually thought about being one of those guys in the pornos who literally let themself be face fucked... but god-damn if it was Jim, Bam would give it a fucking shot; even if only to hear the moaning and encouraging words spill from the other man's lips. Sucking as hard as he could, Bam bobbed quickly up and down his lover's shaft; hoping to drag him that last inch over the edge.
If Bam, who had dreamed about it, was getting a feeling of the surreal from the change in their relationship it was something akin to how mystified Jimmy was. He wasn't however worried or contemplating that right now. Right now all that matter was how god-fuckin-damn good sliding in and out of Bam's mouth while he sucked jim like a champion felt wonderful. He felt the heat of lust burning in his belly; wouldn't take much off this, it was perfect. "Bambi... just like that... yeah... that's the shit, baby..." Jimmy held his breath as his toes curled and his gut clenched. "Fuck fuck... gonna cum."
Hands moving to grab at Jim's ass as he swallowed, Bam gasped around him. Jimmy was still gently rocking his hips even after the seemingly last shot of cum coated Bam's throat. Running his palms first up his back then down over his thighs, Bam waited for Jim to move. He could wait all night he was fairly content to lay there with his boyfriend's softening cock in his mouth and on his tongue.
Jimmy eventually flopped to the side and lay spread eagle, one arm and leg half over Bam. He lay like that till his heart stopped thundering and his pulse become a low throb instead of a roar. "Bambi... I reiterate... born to fucking suck cock." He rolled towards Bam and kissed him, tongue kind of enjoying the taste of his own cum in Bam's mouth, mostly because it was his.
Smiling into the kiss, Bam wrapped himself around Jim. Fuck, that was so worth the wait... He couldn't help but snicker at Jimmy's comments. "Born to... huh?" Licking at the stubble on his boyfriend's chin, He giggled again. "And here I thought I was born to skate..." Flattening his palm over Jim's bicep then rubbing down his arms, Bam let out a deep breath. "... shit, wow."
"Yeah... wow." Jimmy echoed, enjoying the simple touches. "You were born to skate" He added thoughtfully. "Don't think it's too late."
"... I'm just out of practice. Yeah, I go down to the park once or twice a week... but I really should be doing that shit like twice a day. Fuck, and all the guys I use to skate with... did you hear about Hockey Temper? I'm standing around at work stocking fucking t-shirts and shitty hemp jewelry and these guys are out there living the dream and getting paid for it. And what do I have? Fuck, now I want another beer or some shit..." Bam tried to pull out of Jimmy's arms but the other man wouldn't let him.
"I know it's not a pro sponsor or anything... but you've got me." Jimmy held onto Bam, unhappy with himself for making Bam sad. "You could get back in practice couldn't you? You were better than Kerry. I'd support you, babe."
"Yeah, some dreams do come true..." As soon as the words left his mouth, Bam buried his face in his arm. "Jesus, just fucking shoot me before I make a total ass of myself. Fuck."
"Nah. no reason to shoot you. I already knew you were a total ass. It's kinda why I like ya." Jimmy chuckled. Inside he was feeling pretty damn special that he meant that much to Bam. "Meant it, though. Don't really have a lot of aspirations myself. Pretty happy day by day if my share of the rent's paid and I ain't gotta mooch too many meals off you or your folks. So I got nothing better to do than dream yours with you."
Turning to look at Jimmy, Bam rested his face on his arm. He always knew that Jim lived simple, but hearing it in such bleak terms actually made him kind of sad. Dude, seriously did not realize his own potential. If he could find the right crowd or something, Bam thought Jimmy could become a damn good comedian or some shit. Just went to show that life had fucked them both over and they weren't even thirty yet. "There seriously ain't shit you dream about doing? Aside from seeing how close to a heart attack you can get Bob to...?"
Jimmy looked at Bam then lay back, contemplating the ceiling thoughtfully. "Dunno. When I was a little kid I wanted to be a rock star." Jimmy turned back to Bam grinning. "Kinda short in the ambition department. As long as there's a roof over my head and enough left cash over for porn I'm actually pretty content. But we were talking about you. You actually have aspirations. Don't you?"
"Yeah, yeah... I get it. Stop changing the subject." Bam snaked his hand out and pinch playfully at Jim's stomach. Casting his eyes downward in thought, he sighed. "... you keep talking like it ain't to late. Shit man, it is. I can't just quit Pac Sun... where the shit would I live? There's hoards of little punks with their skateboards who's parents don't make them get jobs that spend hours skating... what chance have I got?" Sighing loudly, he glanced back up at Jimmy and stared at the man. "Besides once word gets out I'm a fag... pretty sure any skating career I could drum up is fucked."
"Dude, come on. Whole sport's got no queers at all? Yeah right. And you aren't old, you're only fucking twenty two..." Jimmy trailed off. He had been about to say Bam could just shack up with him and Jared. If they were still just friends he would have, in fact he was embarrassed he'd never thought to offer before, but under the circumstance inviting Bam to live with him might seem a bit fast. Still it had always bothered him that Bam had had a vision and it had been snuffed out. "If you couldn't keep this place up you could stay at mine." Jim felt a bit warm and lightheaded, unsure himself of the subtext of that offering. "What about your skateshop ideas? Would kids buy their boards from a fag?"
Trying to lighten the mood and yet again distract the topic from himself, Bam replied. "Guess it depends if I went all Barbara Streisand on their ass..." Inside his head a wholey new train of thought and literally overtook his thoughts. Living with Jim and Jared?! Shit, Jared use to scare the shit outta him. He'd never actually admitted that to Jimmy. Besides the dude had ended up being funny as shit to... though a bit of a homophobe and at times a complete ass to Bam. But fuck, he lived with Jim after all. "... and yeah right...." Bam snorted. "Jared would totally want to live with us humping all over the apartment."
Jimmy rolled over to face Bam. "Well, it is true he don't take full advantage of all the titles in my library, he don't gave a shit what I do. I mean he'd be pissed if I like whipped it out and you went down on me while he's in the room, but he ain't gonna go homophobe and kick your ass or anything. We talked about it a bit when I branched out and stopped just buying het DVDs. Then again the first time we were both at a bar and he walked into the bathroom at an inopportune moment. We been friends a long time. His thought on the matter, and I quote, are 'I don't care if you fuck chickens... just don't look at me like I got fucking feathers'. We been cool ever since." Jimmy grinned and pecked Bam's lips.
Trying to lengthen the quick peck, Bam let his lips follow Jim's only to lose them with a giggle. "Fucker... c'mere." He grabbed him a kissed him more soundly before replying. "Yeah, well... I dunno. I might not be able to contain myself." Smirking, Bam shifted until his head was resting halfway between Jim's arm and chest. After a few moments of comfortable silence, he added. "If I quit PS... what'll you do?"
"Same shit I always do, someone's gotta pay the rent. Sell sunglasses or whatever other fucked ass job comes along. There's always something. And mooch a lot more food of Ape and Philly." Jimmy laughed.
"Yeah, well... I ain't quitting yet so don't go making plans." Bam fidgeted a bit trying to get comfortable. He'd slept in the same bed as Jim hundreds of times, but never quite like this. "... did either of our smokes make it into the bedroom?" Bam mumbled then paused for a moment. "Aw hell, if I even tried going pro again... I'd sure as shit have to quit. Fuck." Rolling over onto his stomach, he plopped himself over Jim reaching for a pair of jeans laying crumpled on the floor beside the bed.
Jimmy let out an oof when Bam flopped on him, Grinning he gave him a small shove after he had what he wanted out of his pocket. "Well it would help since its so obvious that over 20 is over the hill. You'll need your wind, Grandpa." Jimmy snagged one of Bam's smokes and lit up.
"That makes you what... ancient?" Bam giggled as he stole the cigarette out of Jimmy's hand and took a drag. Curling and turning onto his belly, he held out the cigarette for Jim to take it back. He watched his boyfriend smoke for the next few minutes; grinning every once in a while when he'd meet his eyes. He let his fingers trail up and over Jim's chest and flattening his palm against it.
"Yes, but I am allowed to be ancient. In fact, if I'm gonna be your sugar daddy its almost prerequisite. Shit, I might even be too young. Think we need to find you a hot 40 year old to support your skating come back." Jimmy laughed and caught the hand on his chest in his own. "Nah... I'm not that altruistic. Think I'll keep you."
"Mmmm, good..." Bam kissed the curve of Jimmy's chest then climbed to his knees to place another his on his chest. Inch by inch, he kissed his way up along the other man's collarbone and over his throat. Lips parted in an open-mouthed kiss, Bam let his teeth, lips and just a hint of tongue drag over Jim's chin before settling on his bottom lip. "As long as I don't have to call you Daddy Sir..." He teased before dipping his tongue into his boyfriend's mouth.
Jimmy rolled his eyes even as Bam was kissing him. Daddy sir... He shuddered broke the kiss. "No, definitely not. Eww... just ew." Jimmy laughed and pulled Bam's lips back to his.
Pumping their mouths against one another, Bam tried not to giggle as he pulled back and asked. "... how do you feel about master?" Before he dropped his serious face, he slid back down Jim's torso and mouthed kisses mostly hidden by his hair falling forward onto Jimmy's chest. At least if he smiled down there, he had a half ass chance of it not being noticed. Even as his boyfriend spoke, Bam found himself lured to the dark nubs of his nipples. Baring his teeth, he sucked one into his mouth with a series of gentle bites. He cut his eyes up at Jimmy; the smile was even more apparent in them than if he'd just flat out grinned up at him.
"Master sounds nice, but sounds like a lot of work. I think Jimmy... or hey Baby works fine." Jimmy told him returning the grin. "Too fucking lazy to get into bondage and discipline." He snickered.
He rolled his eyes into the back of his head as Bam kept nipping at his chest. It pinched but it felt good too, sent little messages to his cock, though at the moment it wasn't buying into it. "Seems like you might be interested in being top away." He grimaced but arched into Bam's next bite.
Lapping at the tender flesh, Bam gave the nub a loud and sloppy but gentle kiss before draping himself over Jimmy once again. "...you already know the answer to that..." He joked as he placed his hands on either side of Jim's face and pushed the other man's already messed up hair straight back; which in the end only served to make it messier. Grinning down at him, Bam did it again and only smirked more at the mess he was making.
"Do I?" Jimmy queried, catching Bam's wrists and holding them still and away from his hair.
Bam giggled at being so silently and quickly reprimanded especially since it was Jimmy doing it. "You should..."
Jimmy smiled at Bam's giggle. "Yeah, well how about we pretend I don't and you pretend to enlighten me?"
Giving Jim a blunt Margera-standard 'are you kidding me'-look, Bam snorted. "... so we're pretending that it isn't obvious that the guy with the trunk of sex toys isn't planning on using them on someone else...?"
Jimmy laughed jostling Bam a bit. "Dunno about that... saw you put on a pretty damn good show of how you use them on yourself though."
He tried not to blush as he averted his eyes from Jim's. It wasn't that Bam was embarrassed of it... it was just that someone had seen him like that. Jimmy's presence alone had made it a more intense scene than it ever had before. Trying to re-direct the conversation, Bam replied. "... besides I couldn't even get a maybe out of your ass even if I shaved my legs for you... that says to me: You, top. Me, bottom."
"That's not true, I definitely said maybe. If you shaved your legs..." Jimmy grinned up at Bam wicked. "And wore the cheerleader get up. Hell, I'll even concede you a probably. Though I can't say for certain I wouldn't find myself pretending I was getting pegged by a chick..." Jimmy's grin somehow managed to become even more lewd.
"So you're saying you'd be fantasizing you weren't... with me?" Bam shot back flatly.
"Nah no way. I'd just be fantasizing you were a chick. You'd be a fucking hot girl you know." Jimmy reached down and slapped Bam's ass. "Not that I haven't enjoyed your cock so far or anything. It's just a mindfuck. Don't mean shit"
"It bothers you that much thinking about me fucking you...?" His voice got lower as his sentence tapered off. Bam didn't make a move to pull away but he didn't press any closer; not that that would have been that manageable anyways.
Jimmy rolled his eyes and gave Bam a little shake. "Dude, you are so a fucking chick that I really would be getting pegged by a girl. Honestly. It's. A. Mind. Fuck. If I wanted someone else I'd go somewhere else. But I'm here ain't I. Get over yourself already." Jimmy smiled at Bam, wishing fervently that he'd lighten up. "You gonna go emo on my ass cause I ain't rolled over yet and let you plunder my mostly virgin asshole? Don't see you letting me lube up and slip inside yours."
Bam closed his eyes. Yeah, he was literally counting to ten. He knew his friend, scratch that... boyfriend, could be a crude ass. In fact, most times it was funny as shit. There was no way he was going to let this shit fuck things up before they got started. Get over yourself already?! Okay maybe counting to twenty. It's a mindfuck? Thirty. Re-opening his eyes, Bam replied solemnly and truthfully. "I never said you couldn't..."
"Yea, you never said I couldn't. But I'm thinkin that ain't the big issue at the moment." Jimmy looked up at Bam searching his face. He could be insensitive it was true but Jim wasn't entirely stupid, he thought he saw where the issue was. "BamBam, ass sex aside, are you gonna tell me I can't fantasize? Cause if that's the case we are doomed. I got a rich, porn fueled fantasy life, that ain't gonna disappear on command. Fuck I don't want it to. It don't mean I'm gonna fuck anyone else, or even that I wanna fuck anyone else and that ain't being unfaithful, its normal"
"... even when you're with me, you're going to..." This was exactly how his mother made him feel; exactly what had drove him to actually find a job instead of follow his dream. He wasn't good enough. Shit, it wasn't like he cared if Jim fantasized and jerked off to a million different faces and bodies a day... but fuck, it was down right painful thinking about him doing it with himself right there in front of the guy. How many of his ex-girlfriends had he done that to... and how fast had things gone to the shitter? "... ow, dude." He finally added trying to hide how deep the whole thing had cut him. He was not going to freak out. He wasn't.
"You know what would be really rad? If you listened all the way instead of absorbing half what I say and filling in the blanks with what you think." Jimmy shoved at Bam's shoulders, then wriggled out from under him. Sitting on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands. "Wasn't what I was saying, but it don't matter. You'll just think what you wanna anyhow."
Falling back on his heels and then onto his ass, Bam stared at Jimmy's back dumbfounded. Who the fuck was this guy and where the shit had his new boyfriend gone? "Rad? Let's talk about rad... You know my ADD ass can't keep up with all that shit thrown between the lines... fuck, that's what I heard... not what I thought I heard." Before Jim could react, he quickly added on. "A) You want to fuck me then ask me and then fucking fuck me. B) Yeah, I want to fuck you but shit, man I was just teasing about all that maybe shit. And C) Fantasize all you fucking want... just not while you're fucking me.... you dig?"
Jimmy flopped backwards on the bed dramatically. "Dude, I said flat out I was fantasizing about you... just an alternate you with breasts." Jimmy whined in his throat. "Fuck me, I kinda thought dating a fucking guy would exempt me from these kinds of fights."
"You've also pretty much equated me with breasts and a wig to my mom... who you hit on all the fucking time... And yeah, it was a joke... but dude, that's a mindfuck!" Bam glared at Jim, but didn't scoot away from how close he'd landed next to him. He was actually getting pretty sick of the whole Bam's a girl bullshit. It was starting to sound an awful lot like the whole Bam's a fag bullshit. "And in case you didn't notice... I ain't got any fucking tits and I sure as fuck ain't a girl. Don't treat me like one if you don't want the prissy dramatics. All fucking day you've been doing it... and yeah, it was cute... but shit, I'm a guy. I have a dick and all the other shit that goes with it... don't treat me like one of your ex-girlfriends and I won't act like one."
"I ain't never treated any of my exes as good as I have you." Jimmy said quietly, flinging an arm over his eyes. "Not even Chasey. Didn't none of them really matter." He heaved a sigh. "And I don't really want to fuck your Mom."
"Seriously?" Bam whispered in response as he looked down at Jim.
Jim uncovered his eyes and stared at Bam. "You know me better than anyone and you been there through how many of em? Come on. You should see it."
"Shit, man... you're my best friend. I didn't care how you treated any of them... I always would've had your back. And all I see is my friend all of a sudden treating me like some weepy broad... so I'm a little sensitive... fuck, you would be too growing up with my family..."
"What?" Jimmy screwed his face up in confusion for a moment. "I know you got my back, dipshit. It was a comparison. Just thought you could extrapolate from knowing what you've seen of my past relationships that I was not in treating you like any of them, and therefore not treating you like a weepy broad." Jimmy muttered, he was getting exasperated.
"God, my head hurts... dude, what do you want me to say... I'll fucking say it." Bam inched his foot until it pressed against Jimmy's side. Maybe this was a mistake. No, it fucking wasn't! "... Jim?"
Jimmy reached down and rubbed Bam's ankle. "Don't want you to say anything. Just want you to cut me some slack and remember I might be your boyfriend now, but I'm still the same asshole you been running with for 5 years."
"That may be so... but then as another... put yourself in my shoes... I'm all about giving people shit, but things have changed between us... slack sure, but remember just cuz I gots a dick don't mean something you say won't fucking hurt." Bam lifted his ankle into Jim's gentle caress.
"Never actually tried to hurt your feelings before we started sucking each others cocks, I sure as fuck ain't doing it now."Jimmy sounded dejected, felt like maybe he couldn't be entirely himself around his best friend anymore.
"... already said I was being too sensitive, dude... can we stop now? I don't want to fight with you..." Bam reached up and grabbed a pillow and hugged it to his stomach. "I want my Jimmy back and I don't want this to fuck things up... if you ain't doing this for the right reasons, Jim... we gotta stop."
"Right reasons? What's the right one or wrong ones? If I didn't want to be here I wouldn't. Your Jimmy never went anywhere." Jimmy tugged on the ankle he had been stroking, trying to get Bam to come closer.
Scooting down until he was hovering over Jimmy, Bam looked down at the other man with a serious and solemn question in his eyes. "... you aren't just doing this for me, are you? You're really into me... us? Right?"
"Did it ever occur to you I'd have to pretty into you to even think about doing this just for you?" Jimmy quirked an eyebrow up at Bam. "Hmm?"
"Did it ever occur to you that, I have no fucking clue what I'm doing? You think being with Jenn prepared me for this relationship shit? Any of them... fuck, all I've ever done is play a role... and it was pretty fucking easy considering..." Bam bowed his head. "Dude.... Jimmy. I just need some reassuring that you..." He lowered his voice to a whisper, "that you want me for me... not anyone one, thing or reason besides..."
Jimmy sagged against the bed, usually he thought Bam got him, it was the foundation of the friendship. It really sucked he was letting his insecurities rock that. "Brandon, I wouldn't be laying around in your bed having arguments like this if I didn't want you. You ever known me to work at anything like this? Ever?"
"Don't Brandon me, please?" Bam held back from throwing a James back at him. "Maybe you've gotten more at ease with this shit... alright I'm not... I'm scared as fuck. Can you at least appreciate that?" Glancing down at Jimmy's face, he wished more than anything he could erase the last fifteen minutes of their lives and start that shit over again.
Jimmy pulled Bam down on top of him and buried his face in his neck. "You think I ain't scared? I am." He muttered against Bam's skin. "I am. Don't wanna lose you over this shit."
Bam laid there for a moment half hugging half laying over Jimmy. Their fight had literally spooked the hell out of him. He and Jim had never ever had it out like that. In fact, they'd probably only ever argued about beer and food or which tittie joint to visit together. Fucking hell. Chest tight, he laid there silently letting the entire day's event replay in his mind. This was worth it, right?
"I do want you. Wouldn't be here if I didn't" Jimmy murmured. "Sorry I treated you like a girl. You do act like one sometimes though. But I'm sorry."
Lifting his head, Bam looked down at Jim. A sad, smile painted across his lips, he snorted sardonically. "Know what's really fucking bad... I can't even remember why I got so fucking upset... just know I did... I'm sorry, too." He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the corner of Jimmy's mouth then drew back. "And I can't decide if I need another beer or just to fall asleep..."
"Have another beer then fall asleep?"Jimmy suggested, just glad the fighting seemed over. He was still nervous, wondering what other stray comments he'd make would send Bam into a loop, but for now he was just glad they seemed past this rough patch.
"You want one?" Bam asked as he slid off of the bed.
"Fuck yeah." Jimmy answered. He didn't want one, he needed it.
Padding slowly towards his kitchen, Bam didn't even bother to turn on the lights. He knew his way around the apartment without them anyways. He made it to his fridge without incident. And stood there with his forehead against the cool metal of the freezer door. This was too soon for shit blowing up. Why was he always so damn paranoid? Jenn fucking Rivvell. Jesus, he should have just came out in high school... dealt with getting his ass kicked every other day or so. It'd have been better than how being with that bitch had muffed him up. Sad fucking thing... It had to have been the better part of ten minutes before he even moved to open the door.
Jim lay in bed wondering about Bam's progression from best friend to boyfriend and his real feelings about it. He knew that up till Bam's eyes had narrowed and voice had gone cold everything had seemed kind of perfect. He knew he didn't make things better, but fuck, he was just being himself. He didn't want to go back to just being pals, in fact he had an unhappy feeling they'd never again be comfortable that way, so he hoped to fucking God Bam wouldn't be second guessing everything thing that came out of his mouth from now on. Because it was inevitable Jim would shove his foot in his mouth again. When Bam didn't return right away Jim got tired of being alone with his own thoughts.
"Yo, Bambi... You fucking brewing your own out there?" He yelled.
The sound of a shattering bottle filled the room. "Fuck!" Bam scurried to actually flip on the light and nearly yelped as the bright light flashed his eyes. Grunting, he managed to yell back. "... fucking scared the piss out of me! Now I am!" Grumbling unhappily, Bam snagged the dustbin and broom from the closet. Sure his broom would smell like beer now but at least he wouldn't slice his foot all the hell up on broken glass. Squatting down as he swept up the mess, he inspected the floor through squinted eyes.
The crash of breaking glass propelled Jimmy onto his feet and into the kitchen. Blinking in the light he looked at Bam cleaning up. "You alright, babe?"
"Yeah... just zoned out, when you yelled kinda startled me... fucking waste of beer." Balancing the dustpan in his hand, Bam made his way to the trash can and dumped the wet glass. He threw a towel haphazardly over the wet mess. Quickly grabbing two fresh beers, he walked over to Jimmy and handed him one. In an attempt to regain the comfort and levity of their normal interactions, Bam tried a little lewd flirty. "You know a guy could get use to this... hanging with his naked boyfriend in the kitchen." It fell a little flatter than he'd hoped, but not completely. Cupping a hand over Jimmy's neck he pulled the other man in until they were forehead to forehead.
"Get used to? Hell, I'm right behind the idea." Jimmy chuckled back at Bam, butting his head lightly against Bam's and putting his free hand on his lover's waist.
"Yeah... not something Jared would be too game for I'm suspecting though..." Moving his body into Jim's touch, Bam smiled. This was him and Jimmy, not that shit that had just happened... that was a throw-back to fucking insanity.
"Yeah, fuck him. His ass can stay in the living room then." Jimmy grinned, gave Bam a quick kiss, then took a sip of the beer. "Besides we're here now. No crabby hopped up on steroid motherfuckers to stop us from being naked where ever we want."Jimmy snorted. "Can hump right here in the kitchen if you felt like it." He was trying to get back to being his irreverent self.
"Mmm, maybe tomorrow morning... dunno about you but I'm actually pretty damn tired." He took a chug of his own beer and stepped that much closer to Jimmy. "... who the hell knows I might even have syrup?" He added with a yawn and rubbed his cheek against Jim's shoulder.
"Yeah. Sounds like a plan. I am beat."Jimmy nuzzled the side of Bam's head. He up ended his beer and chugged half the bottle. Reaching out, he deposited it on a counter. "Kinda wrung out." Jimmy smiled at Bam wearily, caught one of his hands and headed back to bed...
Chapter 7
Authors: k_in_buffalo & trollsttroll
Chapter: 6
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
1, 2, 3, 4, 5
Digging his house keys out of his pocket, Bam climbed out of the car. He smirked at Jimmy's smile as they made it to his front door. Crazy as it sounded he was suddenly nervous as hell. Which was ri-god-damn-diculous seeing as how he'd literally let Jim fuck him with a plastic cock earlier that day. But shit, what was Jimbo expecting during this little sleep over. Neither of them were even a shadow of how drunk they'd been when Bam had gotten up the balls to kiss his best friend. He'd be lying if he hadn't been daydreaming about Jimmy stretched up and over him; his cock buried deeper inside of him with every thrust. But... but what? Shit, he really was a girl if he was even thinking about anything besides: Hells yeah, I'm getting laid! Must be what Jim felt like earlier... shit scared of ruining the best friendship he'd ever had. Letting Jimbo fuck him, like really fuck him... that wouldn't ruin everything would it. Shit, he had a lot to think about and barely any time left to do so. Sliding the key into lock, Bam turned the knob and pressed the door open.
Jimmy followed Bam into the apartment, a hand falling to rest in the small of Bam's back. He was a little nervous. Even though he'd known Bam forever and they'd been best friends for years, this facet of their relationship was new and exciting. He wasn't sure what to expect and that in itself was a bit titillating. He didn't know what exactly Bam was ready for, but Jim knew he was hesitant about being on the receiving end of any anal penetration, so he wasn't going to push Bam into it. He wasn't that hypocritical. But he couldn't say what he'd do if Bam were to actually ask him. He'd have to see when it happened. In any case, he knew they weren't just going to nap.
Mindlessly Bam began peeling off layers as he walked towards his bedroom; first his hoodie then his t-shirt only to hesitate and then deciding to leave it on knowing full well what lay underneath. Shoulders squared he turned and faced Jimmy even as he let his back fall to rest against the wall. "... c'mere..." Bam whispered with a smile.
Jimmy returned the smile and stepped up to Bam. Leaning in, he brushed their mouths together. Starting out tender the kiss quickly escalated to open mouths and Jim pressing Bam into the wall beside his bedroom door. His hands slid underneath the shirt Bam still wore, caressing the smooth skin on the small of his back.
Shivering as the fabric now cooled by the chilly air of his apartment slid over his back and stomach combined with the press of Jimmy's hands on his skin, Bam continued lapping at his boyfriend's tongue with his own. A frown fixing itself on his face only momentarily when they separated, he grinned a little despite himself. "...so..." Bam purred, "... how many times did you think about me sitting there on your lap or across from you... still wearing this?" It was beyond obvious what he was referring to.
"Only about every fucking minute we were there. Why do you think I took every opportunity I could to sneak a hand under your shirt?" Jimmy grinned and pumped his lips against Bam's. "But it's just a piece of cloth, babe. What's really hot is what's wrapped in it."
Bam nipped at Jim's bottom lip then replied. "Then unwrap it..."
Jimmy didn't hesitate to follow Bam's instructions, pulling the camisole and t-shirt over Bam's head in one quick motion. He would have liked to have seen Bam in nothing but the scrap of silk, but there would be other times. Right now he wanted Bam to know he was into him without any artificial trappings. No women's underthings, no porn, no sex toys. He ran his hands over Bam's chest and down to undo his jeans. He licked his lips, as he flipped the button and unzipped them. "Just like Christmas."
Eyes immediately following the trail of Jimmy's tongue over his lips, Bam moaned as the other man's hand dipped down the front of his pants. "Fuck, that feels so god damn good... shit, I've had a stiffy like all fucking day." Humming as his own fingers sought out the zipper of Jimmy's jacket, Bam watched his boyfriend with half lidded eyes.
"Got you extra hard didn't it. Flaunting this in front of the guys. I shoulda made you take your t-shirt off." Jimmy told Bam, his voice husky with lust as he freed his lover's prick. Stroking it slowly with one hand, he used the other to shove Bam's jeans and boxers down around his thighs.
Remembering how much it had turned Jim on in the mall, Bam leaned forward and traced his lips over the other man's neck and Adam's Apple. Latching his mouth onto the flesh, he sucked gently; his moans vibrating against Jimmy's throat in time to the stroking of the hand on his cock.
Jimmy matched his moans. Fuck that's good. He pulled on Bam's cock for a few more minutes, turning his head to expose as much neck as possible. His own pants were defintely becoming uncomfortable though. So he resisted the urge to drop to his knees right there in the hall. "Bed?"
Nodding almost automatically, Bam sighed as their bodies separated. Fuck, he wanted Jimmy naked and pressed up against him now. God, he could almost feel it. It was damn easy to imagine just remembering earlier that day. Still he had no clue what Jim expected. "... should we grab... something ... you know?" Bam's voice dropped down into a mumble. "Just in case?"
Jimmy stared at Bam blankly for a few minutes, his exterior seeming calm but inside a strange sense of panic pervaded. He knew what Bam was asking him and didn't know how to answer. If they were prepared would that guarantee that's were this was heading? Did he want it to go there or not? His cock was saying hell yes, but for once he wasn't letting it reign. This was kind of a big deal. It was a big step, for both of them, and a definite milestone in the first relationship Jimmy really gave a fuck about.
"Yeah" He said slowly, almost shyly, " Yeah, that would be a good idea. Just in case." He echoed Bam's words to reassure himself.
Clasping his hand around the back of Jim's neck, he pulled him in for a quick kiss. It was strange as weird as he felt about things... that he almost felt like the one reassuring his friend that things were okay. Shimmying out of his pants which had still been hanging on his thighs, Bam replied in an unsteady voice try to mask his insecurity and lighten the mood a little. "I'll go get the... stuff, if your ass is naked by the time I get back..." It was a little embarrassing to be standing there naked in front of his fully clothed boyfriend. Besides shit, he liked looking at Jim's body even if the dude bitched about how it looked all the time. Stealing a final kiss before turning to walk towards the foot locker in the living room, Bam let his hand graze over Jimmy's chest as he walked away.
Jimmy let out a deep breath and shivered. Bam was hot as Hell and Jim could admit to himself he adored him. He knew was making a bigger deal out of this than necessary. If Bam had been a chick he'd be bitching he hadn't gotten any the first night. He resolved to be more like himself. It was him Bam had been crushing on forever right? Grinning he started shedding clothes as he headed for Bam's bed.
As he squatted naked in front of his foot locker, Bam surveyed all the shit he'd accumulated. He ran his hands over the end of the covers of some of the DVDs. He shouldn't be so fucking nervous. This shit was supposed to feel good; it had with his toys anyways. There was no way Jimmy would hurt him either. "Fuck it..." He said in a quiet voice to himself before grabbing his lube and a couple of rubbers. The closer he got to his bedroom door, the wider a smile spread across his face. God only fucking knew what he'd be walking into leaving Jim alone in his bedroom with the most minimal direction of 'get naked' for guidance. Oh yeah, this could be trouble or brilliance... Turning the knob, Bam pressed the door open.
Jimmy had followed Bam's directions,of course. He was in Bam's bed propped against the headboard, buck naked and slowly stroking his own cock. He'd decided to get a head start. He figured it was a pretty good sign for them that his mind without prompting, in need of a wank fantasy, had pictured Bam sucking him off instead of an anonymous set of monster tits. Eyes half shut, wearing a leering grin, he watched his boyfriend enter the room.
Trying not to snort at the image Jim made displayed against his headboard, Bam swallowed loudly. His free hand immediately grasping at the base of his cock as it twitched in response to his boyfriend's actions and visage. Bam placed the lube and condoms on top of his night stand next to his alarm clock. Standing at the side of the bed facing Jim, he slowly began stroking his cock in time with the other man. He seriously wanted to flirt to beat all hell, but standing there mirroring Jimmy's action... Bam found himself speechless.
Jimmy did snort when Bam grabbed his own cock and dropped the things he'd brought. His grin got wider as he lounged watching Bam pull his prick in unison with him. "You could stand there and beat off till you come all over. Would be one hell of a show. Or you could slide in next to me and I could help you out."
With a sly grin, Bam let his hand slide to grasp his balls if only to resituate them before climbing onto the bed. On his knuckles and knees, he made his way over to Jimmy stopping only once his legs were spread wide over the other man's thighs. Falling back onto his heels, Bam stroked himself once more before letting his fingers tangle with Jim's as he tugged at his own cock.
"I think I could get used to this." Jimmy told Bam, voice thick. His hips wanted to buck, Bam straddling his thighs made it difficult, but he managed a couple short thrusts into their combined fists. Jimmy let go and leaned back, his arms crossing behind his head. " Yeah, real used... fuck... to this Bambi." He watched Bam's face as the other man jerked him off.
Eyes wide and hungry, Bam's gaze didn't leave the sight of his hand sliding over the other man's prick. The outline of the star tattooed on his inner wrist slowly being coated in pre-cum as the head bumped against it again and again. Grinning, Bam licked his lips and sped up his strokes finally glancing up at Jimmy's face. "... good." He replied simply a he tightened his own thigh's around Jim's.
Jim was torn between just laying back and letting Bam stroke him off, which felt absolutely fantastic, and wanting more. He opted to wait and enjoy Bam worshipping his cock for a bit, though he wasn't going to cu like this. When he got closer he'd take a more proactive role. Jimmy let his gaze flutter from Bam's happy but intent face to his hand slipping over Jim's cock. That stupid star gave him a momentary flare of jealousy, he knew Bam well enough to know why he had it. Jim squelched the negative feeling. He could live with his only competition being some rockstar from some frozen arctic country in the ass end of Europe.
Bringing his other hand up to rub over Jim's chest, Bam grinned. He knew exactly what Jimmy was doing... he'd done it with chicks in the past. Yeah, it felt fucking fantastic to just lay back and enjoy yourself. However, Bam wanted to incite a stronger reaction from him. First, dragging his fingernail down the other man's chest as he tightened his grip on Jim's cock then rubbing over the barely there marks in a soothing motion; the entire time gauging Jim's reaction to such treatment. Biting his bottom lip, Bam let his fingertips graze over Jimmy's right nipple; pinching and teasing at the nub. After all this, he returned his gaze to Jim's and gave him a lustful but searching look.
Jimmy groaned and arched as Bam scratched him, shuddered at the light nipple torture. " Yeah, alright... lazy I know." He grinned at Bam and reaching out grabbed his shoulders and jerked him down into an ardent open mouthed kiss. Releasing him Jimmy grinned again. "Can't blame me can you. You look fucking good doing it and you know it feels fine."
Gathering his strength Jimmy wrapped his arms around Bam and rolled, shifting them so Bam was pinned beneath him. His hips rocked, rubbing the lengths of their cocks together. "Better?"
Bam groaned loudly tightening his hands around Jim's biceps as their dicks slid over and next to each other. "Much... mmm, fuck." His grip tightened as he turned his head to the side and bucked up against Jimmy. Eyes pinched shut and mouth hanging open as he gasped and moaned, Bam finally let his arms slide up Jim's arms and over his shoulders. He pulled Jimmy hard down on him until they were face to face or rather face to cheek. Fingers danced over the nape of Jim's neck as Bam arched his neck suggestively against his mouth.
Jimmy could take a hint and attached his mouth to the offered skin. Suckling, he raked teeth over Bam's throat, then laved the reddened flesh with his tongue. It was Bam's own fault if he got teased later about the marks. Jim's body moved against Bam's, using the friction of being squeezed between them and against each other to pleasure their eager cocks. Jimmy was starting to feel the need for something more intense, but he didn't want to rush them along. They had all night after all.
Rolling his hips almost continuously, Bam buried his fingers in Jimmy's hair as the other man's teeth dragged over his skin. Shivering visibly, he whimpered. "Oh, Jim...." He gasped out as they writhed against one another. Fuck, this was exactly what he'd been imagining all day. This and more. Flexing his hand against Jim's skull, Bam turned his head and captured his lips in a hungry kiss.
Jimmy answered the heat in Bam's lips in kind, kissing him back with every bit as much passion. He may not have let this scenario cross his mind even a few days ago, but he was sorry now he'd never allowed it to. He broke away from Bam's mouth, panting against his skin as he mouthed his way over his chin and back down his neck. He licked the hollow of his throat and down his collar, nipping his nipples in turn before moving down over his abs.
Pushing himself up on his elbows, Bam watched as Jimmy descended his torso. His mouth dropping open as lips met his chest and then stomach. Shit, he was getting so damn close to his dick. Bam spread his legs; thrusting up against the chest hovering over his cock. The light patch of hair there rubbing along the underside of his shaft felt inde-fucking-scribable. "...fuck yes..." He whispered.
Jimmy's journey down Bam's torso continued, tongue dipping into his belly button before following the dusting of hair downward. He pressed kisses into the cuts of his hips, nuzzled in the nest of curls, inhaling Bam's scent deeply. He looked up catching Bam's eyes, with his own half lidded and sultry. He mouthed the base of Bam's dick, then slowly ascended, lips tongue and teeth and coming carefully into play. Reaching the apex he engulfed it and with little other warning he was swallowing the length of it, his eyes a glint of mischief in their depths, still locked with Bam's. Jim bobbed his head a few times, feeling Bam's body coiling with pleasure, before pulling off with a plop. "What? You just gonna lay there and watch?" Jimmy snickered.
"Fucking tease..." He watched Jim's eyes dance as he snickered up at him. "... let me watch, and I'll give you a hell of a show..." Bam joked. Rolling his hips up towards Jimmy but not quite touching him, he groaned in frustration. Jim's mouth lingered over him but didn't ever move to engulf him again. With a snarl and a smile, Bam added, "... come on, show of a life time... please Jimmy... I'm so fucking hot for this shit...."
"Lucky for you I ain't no tease... was just making a point." And having made it Jimmy's mouth slid back over Bam's cock. He grinned around it at the sigh of relief that came from his boyfriend. Jimmy just wanted to make Bam feel good and while he kind of liked the sound of Bam's voice pleading, he'd never need to be begged to do this for him. Nor did he need to be bribed with the promise of Bam performing for him, he knew he would, because he wanted too just as much as Jimmy did. So Jimmy set about to do just that, using what skill he possessed to make his lover squirm.
His head was swimming and his body thrumming with so much pleasure that Bam could barely keep his position on his elbows as Jim worked him and worked him hard. "God, just like that..." Tempting disaster, Bam shifted to one arm and reached down to comb his fingers through then clench his fist into Jimmy's short brunette hair.
Jimmy moaned, the vibrations resonating through his mouth and throat when Bam pulled his hair. He wasn't into pain or that kind of thing. He was responding to Bam being demanding, wanting more of what Jim was giving him. It completely turned Jimmy on. His ass clenched as he dug his hips into the bed, rubbing his own oozing prick on Bam's blankets for some relief of the throbbing tension while he continued to attempt to suck Bam's brain out through his cock.
Bam seriously thought he was going to fucking hyperventilate if he didn't come soon. Thrusting his hips up awkwardly in time with the press of his fist, he let himself collapse onto his back with a loud moan. Shit, it was too fast... The tension for flirting with this all day had left him with a very fucking short fuse. "... Jim!" Bam gasped as if to somehow warn him that he was close but not quite there. Shoulders pressing into his mattress, he arched up into the next bob of Jimmy's mouth and whimpered loudly.
Fuck that noise is sex, Jimmy thought as Bam whined, hips rising off the bed. Jimmy didn't even have a complaint for the fact the move thrust Bam's cock against the back of his throat and he had to stifle a gag. He curled a forearm up over Bam's belly and pressed his hips back down to the bed, stepping his efforts up a notch.
It was quite honestly, the press of Jim's arm pressing him back against the bed that was Bam first push over the edge. The second being how the other man not only continued to suck after Bam's desperate warning, but stepped up his efforts. "Shit, god now... Jimmy..." He moaned as the electric show of his orgasm shot through him. The back of his skull pressed hard into the bed as he threw his head back gasping and moaning with increasingly quieter shouts as the intensity ebbed. In the end he laid panting; arching up and staring down at Jim with a sex-drunk look on his face and smile on his lips as his fingers now gently petted the other man's hair.
With the thumb and index fingers of his left hand Jimmy wiped the corners of his mouth, then lick the tips. He slid back up Bam's form and kissed him hard, pressing his aching prick against Bam's thigh. "So help a guy out?" He asked hoarsely, rubbing his cheek against Bam's.
Grinning lazily against Jim's cheek, Bam reached out for his boyfriend's hands and drug them up the top of the headboard. Tolerating a questioning yet disappointed look from Jimmy, he began inching down the bed between the other man's thighs. It was difficult to squirm down the bed with a prankster such as Jim straddling yourself, but Bam finally managed and was rewarded by the heady smell of sweat and cum. Licking his lips, he shoved Jimmy's hip up enough to give him room to maneuver the cock into his mouth.
Jimmy leaned into the headboard and bit and looked down at Bam's face between his knees. It was a pretty fucking hot vantage point to watch his cock slide between Bam's pouty lips. "BamBam, you have no idea how bad the urge to fucking pump my hips is right now." Jimmy told him, breathy and trembling with the effort to hold still. He was pretty sure Bam wouldn't be up for Jimmy actually giving in to the urge to fuck his face.
Hands clasped up and over Jimmy's thighs, Bam moaned at the mere thought of what Jimmy had just mentioned. Trying to convey his reaction, he tugged at Jim's hips so that they were pumping ever so slightly. Enough that there was friction beyond the angle he was sucking at but not enough to gag him... yet. Even doing so, Bam managed to cast his eyes upward enough to meet Jimmy's own.
"Jesus, Bam" Jimmy rocked his hips since he was invited to do. He wasn't sure if that was better than holding still or more difficult. He wasn't sure how much Bam might be willing to tolerate, but he knew he wouldn't want his face drilled to the bed. So he kept it sedate, little jerks that gave him satisfaction, but weren't gonna choke Bam. He leaned heavily into the headboard, staring down at Bam with lust filled eyes.
Letting his right hand slide off of Jim's thigh, Bam ran his palm over the curve of his boyfriend's hip and then just barely skimmed over his ass. He chuckled through his nose at Jimmy tensing when his fingers drifted a little to close to his ass before letting his hand come to a rest on his balls. Cupping them softly, Bam rolled them in his fist as he arched up off the bed to swallow as much of Jim's cock as he was able to. He was panting heavily through his nose during the entire to do and much to his surprise still all hot and bothered over Jimmy.
Jimmy's reaction to Bam's fingers near his asshole weren't entirely voluntary. While he wasn't necessarily going to invite Bam to go there, Jim probably wouldn't have protested had he, fingers anyway. In any case the hand on his sac was sweet and when Bam arched up and gulped him down Jimmy almost lost it. "Fuck... goddamn, Bambi..."
Pulling back only long enough to gasp for a breath, Bam arched up again swallowing Jimmy down; all the while pulling him down hard with his right hand. His right hand which had been alternating between tugging ever so gently on one nut and then the other pressed them up in unison as Jim's cock slid over his tongue and pressed at the back of his mouth. Moaning over the mouthful, Bam's eyes fluttered open then closed.
A rasping moan dragged up out of Jimmy's chest. "Fuck... Bambi... damn you're good." For someone who had only sucked fake cock he's got a pretty fucking awesome bag of tricks... How much did he fucking practice? Jim's eyes closed, hips giving short sharp jerks into Bam's mouth, and he let himself get lost in the sensations, panting against the headboard that was supporting him.
Just hearing Jim's words of encouragement made Bam's head spin. This was really happening. Jimmy was his boyfriend and they were having hot as shit sex... and not for the first fucking time either. He'd never actually thought about being one of those guys in the pornos who literally let themself be face fucked... but god-damn if it was Jim, Bam would give it a fucking shot; even if only to hear the moaning and encouraging words spill from the other man's lips. Sucking as hard as he could, Bam bobbed quickly up and down his lover's shaft; hoping to drag him that last inch over the edge.
If Bam, who had dreamed about it, was getting a feeling of the surreal from the change in their relationship it was something akin to how mystified Jimmy was. He wasn't however worried or contemplating that right now. Right now all that matter was how god-fuckin-damn good sliding in and out of Bam's mouth while he sucked jim like a champion felt wonderful. He felt the heat of lust burning in his belly; wouldn't take much off this, it was perfect. "Bambi... just like that... yeah... that's the shit, baby..." Jimmy held his breath as his toes curled and his gut clenched. "Fuck fuck... gonna cum."
Hands moving to grab at Jim's ass as he swallowed, Bam gasped around him. Jimmy was still gently rocking his hips even after the seemingly last shot of cum coated Bam's throat. Running his palms first up his back then down over his thighs, Bam waited for Jim to move. He could wait all night he was fairly content to lay there with his boyfriend's softening cock in his mouth and on his tongue.
Jimmy eventually flopped to the side and lay spread eagle, one arm and leg half over Bam. He lay like that till his heart stopped thundering and his pulse become a low throb instead of a roar. "Bambi... I reiterate... born to fucking suck cock." He rolled towards Bam and kissed him, tongue kind of enjoying the taste of his own cum in Bam's mouth, mostly because it was his.
Smiling into the kiss, Bam wrapped himself around Jim. Fuck, that was so worth the wait... He couldn't help but snicker at Jimmy's comments. "Born to... huh?" Licking at the stubble on his boyfriend's chin, He giggled again. "And here I thought I was born to skate..." Flattening his palm over Jim's bicep then rubbing down his arms, Bam let out a deep breath. "... shit, wow."
"Yeah... wow." Jimmy echoed, enjoying the simple touches. "You were born to skate" He added thoughtfully. "Don't think it's too late."
"... I'm just out of practice. Yeah, I go down to the park once or twice a week... but I really should be doing that shit like twice a day. Fuck, and all the guys I use to skate with... did you hear about Hockey Temper? I'm standing around at work stocking fucking t-shirts and shitty hemp jewelry and these guys are out there living the dream and getting paid for it. And what do I have? Fuck, now I want another beer or some shit..." Bam tried to pull out of Jimmy's arms but the other man wouldn't let him.
"I know it's not a pro sponsor or anything... but you've got me." Jimmy held onto Bam, unhappy with himself for making Bam sad. "You could get back in practice couldn't you? You were better than Kerry. I'd support you, babe."
"Yeah, some dreams do come true..." As soon as the words left his mouth, Bam buried his face in his arm. "Jesus, just fucking shoot me before I make a total ass of myself. Fuck."
"Nah. no reason to shoot you. I already knew you were a total ass. It's kinda why I like ya." Jimmy chuckled. Inside he was feeling pretty damn special that he meant that much to Bam. "Meant it, though. Don't really have a lot of aspirations myself. Pretty happy day by day if my share of the rent's paid and I ain't gotta mooch too many meals off you or your folks. So I got nothing better to do than dream yours with you."
Turning to look at Jimmy, Bam rested his face on his arm. He always knew that Jim lived simple, but hearing it in such bleak terms actually made him kind of sad. Dude, seriously did not realize his own potential. If he could find the right crowd or something, Bam thought Jimmy could become a damn good comedian or some shit. Just went to show that life had fucked them both over and they weren't even thirty yet. "There seriously ain't shit you dream about doing? Aside from seeing how close to a heart attack you can get Bob to...?"
Jimmy looked at Bam then lay back, contemplating the ceiling thoughtfully. "Dunno. When I was a little kid I wanted to be a rock star." Jimmy turned back to Bam grinning. "Kinda short in the ambition department. As long as there's a roof over my head and enough left cash over for porn I'm actually pretty content. But we were talking about you. You actually have aspirations. Don't you?"
"Yeah, yeah... I get it. Stop changing the subject." Bam snaked his hand out and pinch playfully at Jim's stomach. Casting his eyes downward in thought, he sighed. "... you keep talking like it ain't to late. Shit man, it is. I can't just quit Pac Sun... where the shit would I live? There's hoards of little punks with their skateboards who's parents don't make them get jobs that spend hours skating... what chance have I got?" Sighing loudly, he glanced back up at Jimmy and stared at the man. "Besides once word gets out I'm a fag... pretty sure any skating career I could drum up is fucked."
"Dude, come on. Whole sport's got no queers at all? Yeah right. And you aren't old, you're only fucking twenty two..." Jimmy trailed off. He had been about to say Bam could just shack up with him and Jared. If they were still just friends he would have, in fact he was embarrassed he'd never thought to offer before, but under the circumstance inviting Bam to live with him might seem a bit fast. Still it had always bothered him that Bam had had a vision and it had been snuffed out. "If you couldn't keep this place up you could stay at mine." Jim felt a bit warm and lightheaded, unsure himself of the subtext of that offering. "What about your skateshop ideas? Would kids buy their boards from a fag?"
Trying to lighten the mood and yet again distract the topic from himself, Bam replied. "Guess it depends if I went all Barbara Streisand on their ass..." Inside his head a wholey new train of thought and literally overtook his thoughts. Living with Jim and Jared?! Shit, Jared use to scare the shit outta him. He'd never actually admitted that to Jimmy. Besides the dude had ended up being funny as shit to... though a bit of a homophobe and at times a complete ass to Bam. But fuck, he lived with Jim after all. "... and yeah right...." Bam snorted. "Jared would totally want to live with us humping all over the apartment."
Jimmy rolled over to face Bam. "Well, it is true he don't take full advantage of all the titles in my library, he don't gave a shit what I do. I mean he'd be pissed if I like whipped it out and you went down on me while he's in the room, but he ain't gonna go homophobe and kick your ass or anything. We talked about it a bit when I branched out and stopped just buying het DVDs. Then again the first time we were both at a bar and he walked into the bathroom at an inopportune moment. We been friends a long time. His thought on the matter, and I quote, are 'I don't care if you fuck chickens... just don't look at me like I got fucking feathers'. We been cool ever since." Jimmy grinned and pecked Bam's lips.
Trying to lengthen the quick peck, Bam let his lips follow Jim's only to lose them with a giggle. "Fucker... c'mere." He grabbed him a kissed him more soundly before replying. "Yeah, well... I dunno. I might not be able to contain myself." Smirking, Bam shifted until his head was resting halfway between Jim's arm and chest. After a few moments of comfortable silence, he added. "If I quit PS... what'll you do?"
"Same shit I always do, someone's gotta pay the rent. Sell sunglasses or whatever other fucked ass job comes along. There's always something. And mooch a lot more food of Ape and Philly." Jimmy laughed.
"Yeah, well... I ain't quitting yet so don't go making plans." Bam fidgeted a bit trying to get comfortable. He'd slept in the same bed as Jim hundreds of times, but never quite like this. "... did either of our smokes make it into the bedroom?" Bam mumbled then paused for a moment. "Aw hell, if I even tried going pro again... I'd sure as shit have to quit. Fuck." Rolling over onto his stomach, he plopped himself over Jim reaching for a pair of jeans laying crumpled on the floor beside the bed.
Jimmy let out an oof when Bam flopped on him, Grinning he gave him a small shove after he had what he wanted out of his pocket. "Well it would help since its so obvious that over 20 is over the hill. You'll need your wind, Grandpa." Jimmy snagged one of Bam's smokes and lit up.
"That makes you what... ancient?" Bam giggled as he stole the cigarette out of Jimmy's hand and took a drag. Curling and turning onto his belly, he held out the cigarette for Jim to take it back. He watched his boyfriend smoke for the next few minutes; grinning every once in a while when he'd meet his eyes. He let his fingers trail up and over Jim's chest and flattening his palm against it.
"Yes, but I am allowed to be ancient. In fact, if I'm gonna be your sugar daddy its almost prerequisite. Shit, I might even be too young. Think we need to find you a hot 40 year old to support your skating come back." Jimmy laughed and caught the hand on his chest in his own. "Nah... I'm not that altruistic. Think I'll keep you."
"Mmmm, good..." Bam kissed the curve of Jimmy's chest then climbed to his knees to place another his on his chest. Inch by inch, he kissed his way up along the other man's collarbone and over his throat. Lips parted in an open-mouthed kiss, Bam let his teeth, lips and just a hint of tongue drag over Jim's chin before settling on his bottom lip. "As long as I don't have to call you Daddy Sir..." He teased before dipping his tongue into his boyfriend's mouth.
Jimmy rolled his eyes even as Bam was kissing him. Daddy sir... He shuddered broke the kiss. "No, definitely not. Eww... just ew." Jimmy laughed and pulled Bam's lips back to his.
Pumping their mouths against one another, Bam tried not to giggle as he pulled back and asked. "... how do you feel about master?" Before he dropped his serious face, he slid back down Jim's torso and mouthed kisses mostly hidden by his hair falling forward onto Jimmy's chest. At least if he smiled down there, he had a half ass chance of it not being noticed. Even as his boyfriend spoke, Bam found himself lured to the dark nubs of his nipples. Baring his teeth, he sucked one into his mouth with a series of gentle bites. He cut his eyes up at Jimmy; the smile was even more apparent in them than if he'd just flat out grinned up at him.
"Master sounds nice, but sounds like a lot of work. I think Jimmy... or hey Baby works fine." Jimmy told him returning the grin. "Too fucking lazy to get into bondage and discipline." He snickered.
He rolled his eyes into the back of his head as Bam kept nipping at his chest. It pinched but it felt good too, sent little messages to his cock, though at the moment it wasn't buying into it. "Seems like you might be interested in being top away." He grimaced but arched into Bam's next bite.
Lapping at the tender flesh, Bam gave the nub a loud and sloppy but gentle kiss before draping himself over Jimmy once again. "...you already know the answer to that..." He joked as he placed his hands on either side of Jim's face and pushed the other man's already messed up hair straight back; which in the end only served to make it messier. Grinning down at him, Bam did it again and only smirked more at the mess he was making.
"Do I?" Jimmy queried, catching Bam's wrists and holding them still and away from his hair.
Bam giggled at being so silently and quickly reprimanded especially since it was Jimmy doing it. "You should..."
Jimmy smiled at Bam's giggle. "Yeah, well how about we pretend I don't and you pretend to enlighten me?"
Giving Jim a blunt Margera-standard 'are you kidding me'-look, Bam snorted. "... so we're pretending that it isn't obvious that the guy with the trunk of sex toys isn't planning on using them on someone else...?"
Jimmy laughed jostling Bam a bit. "Dunno about that... saw you put on a pretty damn good show of how you use them on yourself though."
He tried not to blush as he averted his eyes from Jim's. It wasn't that Bam was embarrassed of it... it was just that someone had seen him like that. Jimmy's presence alone had made it a more intense scene than it ever had before. Trying to re-direct the conversation, Bam replied. "... besides I couldn't even get a maybe out of your ass even if I shaved my legs for you... that says to me: You, top. Me, bottom."
"That's not true, I definitely said maybe. If you shaved your legs..." Jimmy grinned up at Bam wicked. "And wore the cheerleader get up. Hell, I'll even concede you a probably. Though I can't say for certain I wouldn't find myself pretending I was getting pegged by a chick..." Jimmy's grin somehow managed to become even more lewd.
"So you're saying you'd be fantasizing you weren't... with me?" Bam shot back flatly.
"Nah no way. I'd just be fantasizing you were a chick. You'd be a fucking hot girl you know." Jimmy reached down and slapped Bam's ass. "Not that I haven't enjoyed your cock so far or anything. It's just a mindfuck. Don't mean shit"
"It bothers you that much thinking about me fucking you...?" His voice got lower as his sentence tapered off. Bam didn't make a move to pull away but he didn't press any closer; not that that would have been that manageable anyways.
Jimmy rolled his eyes and gave Bam a little shake. "Dude, you are so a fucking chick that I really would be getting pegged by a girl. Honestly. It's. A. Mind. Fuck. If I wanted someone else I'd go somewhere else. But I'm here ain't I. Get over yourself already." Jimmy smiled at Bam, wishing fervently that he'd lighten up. "You gonna go emo on my ass cause I ain't rolled over yet and let you plunder my mostly virgin asshole? Don't see you letting me lube up and slip inside yours."
Bam closed his eyes. Yeah, he was literally counting to ten. He knew his friend, scratch that... boyfriend, could be a crude ass. In fact, most times it was funny as shit. There was no way he was going to let this shit fuck things up before they got started. Get over yourself already?! Okay maybe counting to twenty. It's a mindfuck? Thirty. Re-opening his eyes, Bam replied solemnly and truthfully. "I never said you couldn't..."
"Yea, you never said I couldn't. But I'm thinkin that ain't the big issue at the moment." Jimmy looked up at Bam searching his face. He could be insensitive it was true but Jim wasn't entirely stupid, he thought he saw where the issue was. "BamBam, ass sex aside, are you gonna tell me I can't fantasize? Cause if that's the case we are doomed. I got a rich, porn fueled fantasy life, that ain't gonna disappear on command. Fuck I don't want it to. It don't mean I'm gonna fuck anyone else, or even that I wanna fuck anyone else and that ain't being unfaithful, its normal"
"... even when you're with me, you're going to..." This was exactly how his mother made him feel; exactly what had drove him to actually find a job instead of follow his dream. He wasn't good enough. Shit, it wasn't like he cared if Jim fantasized and jerked off to a million different faces and bodies a day... but fuck, it was down right painful thinking about him doing it with himself right there in front of the guy. How many of his ex-girlfriends had he done that to... and how fast had things gone to the shitter? "... ow, dude." He finally added trying to hide how deep the whole thing had cut him. He was not going to freak out. He wasn't.
"You know what would be really rad? If you listened all the way instead of absorbing half what I say and filling in the blanks with what you think." Jimmy shoved at Bam's shoulders, then wriggled out from under him. Sitting on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands. "Wasn't what I was saying, but it don't matter. You'll just think what you wanna anyhow."
Falling back on his heels and then onto his ass, Bam stared at Jimmy's back dumbfounded. Who the fuck was this guy and where the shit had his new boyfriend gone? "Rad? Let's talk about rad... You know my ADD ass can't keep up with all that shit thrown between the lines... fuck, that's what I heard... not what I thought I heard." Before Jim could react, he quickly added on. "A) You want to fuck me then ask me and then fucking fuck me. B) Yeah, I want to fuck you but shit, man I was just teasing about all that maybe shit. And C) Fantasize all you fucking want... just not while you're fucking me.... you dig?"
Jimmy flopped backwards on the bed dramatically. "Dude, I said flat out I was fantasizing about you... just an alternate you with breasts." Jimmy whined in his throat. "Fuck me, I kinda thought dating a fucking guy would exempt me from these kinds of fights."
"You've also pretty much equated me with breasts and a wig to my mom... who you hit on all the fucking time... And yeah, it was a joke... but dude, that's a mindfuck!" Bam glared at Jim, but didn't scoot away from how close he'd landed next to him. He was actually getting pretty sick of the whole Bam's a girl bullshit. It was starting to sound an awful lot like the whole Bam's a fag bullshit. "And in case you didn't notice... I ain't got any fucking tits and I sure as fuck ain't a girl. Don't treat me like one if you don't want the prissy dramatics. All fucking day you've been doing it... and yeah, it was cute... but shit, I'm a guy. I have a dick and all the other shit that goes with it... don't treat me like one of your ex-girlfriends and I won't act like one."
"I ain't never treated any of my exes as good as I have you." Jimmy said quietly, flinging an arm over his eyes. "Not even Chasey. Didn't none of them really matter." He heaved a sigh. "And I don't really want to fuck your Mom."
"Seriously?" Bam whispered in response as he looked down at Jim.
Jim uncovered his eyes and stared at Bam. "You know me better than anyone and you been there through how many of em? Come on. You should see it."
"Shit, man... you're my best friend. I didn't care how you treated any of them... I always would've had your back. And all I see is my friend all of a sudden treating me like some weepy broad... so I'm a little sensitive... fuck, you would be too growing up with my family..."
"What?" Jimmy screwed his face up in confusion for a moment. "I know you got my back, dipshit. It was a comparison. Just thought you could extrapolate from knowing what you've seen of my past relationships that I was not in treating you like any of them, and therefore not treating you like a weepy broad." Jimmy muttered, he was getting exasperated.
"God, my head hurts... dude, what do you want me to say... I'll fucking say it." Bam inched his foot until it pressed against Jimmy's side. Maybe this was a mistake. No, it fucking wasn't! "... Jim?"
Jimmy reached down and rubbed Bam's ankle. "Don't want you to say anything. Just want you to cut me some slack and remember I might be your boyfriend now, but I'm still the same asshole you been running with for 5 years."
"That may be so... but then as another... put yourself in my shoes... I'm all about giving people shit, but things have changed between us... slack sure, but remember just cuz I gots a dick don't mean something you say won't fucking hurt." Bam lifted his ankle into Jim's gentle caress.
"Never actually tried to hurt your feelings before we started sucking each others cocks, I sure as fuck ain't doing it now."Jimmy sounded dejected, felt like maybe he couldn't be entirely himself around his best friend anymore.
"... already said I was being too sensitive, dude... can we stop now? I don't want to fight with you..." Bam reached up and grabbed a pillow and hugged it to his stomach. "I want my Jimmy back and I don't want this to fuck things up... if you ain't doing this for the right reasons, Jim... we gotta stop."
"Right reasons? What's the right one or wrong ones? If I didn't want to be here I wouldn't. Your Jimmy never went anywhere." Jimmy tugged on the ankle he had been stroking, trying to get Bam to come closer.
Scooting down until he was hovering over Jimmy, Bam looked down at the other man with a serious and solemn question in his eyes. "... you aren't just doing this for me, are you? You're really into me... us? Right?"
"Did it ever occur to you I'd have to pretty into you to even think about doing this just for you?" Jimmy quirked an eyebrow up at Bam. "Hmm?"
"Did it ever occur to you that, I have no fucking clue what I'm doing? You think being with Jenn prepared me for this relationship shit? Any of them... fuck, all I've ever done is play a role... and it was pretty fucking easy considering..." Bam bowed his head. "Dude.... Jimmy. I just need some reassuring that you..." He lowered his voice to a whisper, "that you want me for me... not anyone one, thing or reason besides..."
Jimmy sagged against the bed, usually he thought Bam got him, it was the foundation of the friendship. It really sucked he was letting his insecurities rock that. "Brandon, I wouldn't be laying around in your bed having arguments like this if I didn't want you. You ever known me to work at anything like this? Ever?"
"Don't Brandon me, please?" Bam held back from throwing a James back at him. "Maybe you've gotten more at ease with this shit... alright I'm not... I'm scared as fuck. Can you at least appreciate that?" Glancing down at Jimmy's face, he wished more than anything he could erase the last fifteen minutes of their lives and start that shit over again.
Jimmy pulled Bam down on top of him and buried his face in his neck. "You think I ain't scared? I am." He muttered against Bam's skin. "I am. Don't wanna lose you over this shit."
Bam laid there for a moment half hugging half laying over Jimmy. Their fight had literally spooked the hell out of him. He and Jim had never ever had it out like that. In fact, they'd probably only ever argued about beer and food or which tittie joint to visit together. Fucking hell. Chest tight, he laid there silently letting the entire day's event replay in his mind. This was worth it, right?
"I do want you. Wouldn't be here if I didn't" Jimmy murmured. "Sorry I treated you like a girl. You do act like one sometimes though. But I'm sorry."
Lifting his head, Bam looked down at Jim. A sad, smile painted across his lips, he snorted sardonically. "Know what's really fucking bad... I can't even remember why I got so fucking upset... just know I did... I'm sorry, too." He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the corner of Jimmy's mouth then drew back. "And I can't decide if I need another beer or just to fall asleep..."
"Have another beer then fall asleep?"Jimmy suggested, just glad the fighting seemed over. He was still nervous, wondering what other stray comments he'd make would send Bam into a loop, but for now he was just glad they seemed past this rough patch.
"You want one?" Bam asked as he slid off of the bed.
"Fuck yeah." Jimmy answered. He didn't want one, he needed it.
Padding slowly towards his kitchen, Bam didn't even bother to turn on the lights. He knew his way around the apartment without them anyways. He made it to his fridge without incident. And stood there with his forehead against the cool metal of the freezer door. This was too soon for shit blowing up. Why was he always so damn paranoid? Jenn fucking Rivvell. Jesus, he should have just came out in high school... dealt with getting his ass kicked every other day or so. It'd have been better than how being with that bitch had muffed him up. Sad fucking thing... It had to have been the better part of ten minutes before he even moved to open the door.
Jim lay in bed wondering about Bam's progression from best friend to boyfriend and his real feelings about it. He knew that up till Bam's eyes had narrowed and voice had gone cold everything had seemed kind of perfect. He knew he didn't make things better, but fuck, he was just being himself. He didn't want to go back to just being pals, in fact he had an unhappy feeling they'd never again be comfortable that way, so he hoped to fucking God Bam wouldn't be second guessing everything thing that came out of his mouth from now on. Because it was inevitable Jim would shove his foot in his mouth again. When Bam didn't return right away Jim got tired of being alone with his own thoughts.
"Yo, Bambi... You fucking brewing your own out there?" He yelled.
The sound of a shattering bottle filled the room. "Fuck!" Bam scurried to actually flip on the light and nearly yelped as the bright light flashed his eyes. Grunting, he managed to yell back. "... fucking scared the piss out of me! Now I am!" Grumbling unhappily, Bam snagged the dustbin and broom from the closet. Sure his broom would smell like beer now but at least he wouldn't slice his foot all the hell up on broken glass. Squatting down as he swept up the mess, he inspected the floor through squinted eyes.
The crash of breaking glass propelled Jimmy onto his feet and into the kitchen. Blinking in the light he looked at Bam cleaning up. "You alright, babe?"
"Yeah... just zoned out, when you yelled kinda startled me... fucking waste of beer." Balancing the dustpan in his hand, Bam made his way to the trash can and dumped the wet glass. He threw a towel haphazardly over the wet mess. Quickly grabbing two fresh beers, he walked over to Jimmy and handed him one. In an attempt to regain the comfort and levity of their normal interactions, Bam tried a little lewd flirty. "You know a guy could get use to this... hanging with his naked boyfriend in the kitchen." It fell a little flatter than he'd hoped, but not completely. Cupping a hand over Jimmy's neck he pulled the other man in until they were forehead to forehead.
"Get used to? Hell, I'm right behind the idea." Jimmy chuckled back at Bam, butting his head lightly against Bam's and putting his free hand on his lover's waist.
"Yeah... not something Jared would be too game for I'm suspecting though..." Moving his body into Jim's touch, Bam smiled. This was him and Jimmy, not that shit that had just happened... that was a throw-back to fucking insanity.
"Yeah, fuck him. His ass can stay in the living room then." Jimmy grinned, gave Bam a quick kiss, then took a sip of the beer. "Besides we're here now. No crabby hopped up on steroid motherfuckers to stop us from being naked where ever we want."Jimmy snorted. "Can hump right here in the kitchen if you felt like it." He was trying to get back to being his irreverent self.
"Mmm, maybe tomorrow morning... dunno about you but I'm actually pretty damn tired." He took a chug of his own beer and stepped that much closer to Jimmy. "... who the hell knows I might even have syrup?" He added with a yawn and rubbed his cheek against Jim's shoulder.
"Yeah. Sounds like a plan. I am beat."Jimmy nuzzled the side of Bam's head. He up ended his beer and chugged half the bottle. Reaching out, he deposited it on a counter. "Kinda wrung out." Jimmy smiled at Bam wearily, caught one of his hands and headed back to bed...
Chapter 7