More Cheshire than West Chester
Title: More Cheshire than West Chester
Fandom: Jackass
Rating: PG
Pairing: Bam/Ryan
Disclaimer: Fiction means this isn't real...
Warning: Furries! Well, cat!people...
Summary: FWP!!! (Furries without plot... bwahahah!)
Dedicated to: K_in_Buffalo & maincane, this is all their fault. See?!
"Fucking fucker, fuck you... ge'offme!" Ryan hissed his ears laying back against the mop of shaggy blond hair that took on the appearance of matted fur more than say, oh... actual hair.
Tail curling as it swished with intent through the air, Bam grinned, more Cheshire than West Chester, down at his best friend and occasional lover. They'd spent the night tom-catting around town and Bam couldn't see any better way to follow up an evening of fights and street walking than a playful scuffle on the Margera family living room floor.
Hands clasped around Ryan's wrists as he held him down, Bam arched his back as he allowed his claws to slip out from beneath his lacquered nails. For all the bravado that Dunn's appearance lent him, Bam seriously wondered how the hell the guy ever even got into a situation enough to get part of his tail lopped off, his ear nicked, and his whiskers bent... because, he was seriously being a total pussy.
Dark brown and black tabby shaded ears twitched as Bam's attention was drawn to the passing of cars just outside their window, but he didn't lessen his grip on Ryan. Situating his minxy self squarely upon his friend's slightly marmalade furred stomach, Bam didn't try to stop the low rumble eminating from his throat.
Hell, he was as content as any fucking Pennsylvanian Short Hair could be. Bam had his board, his secret stash of catnip, and his best fucking friend. What more did he need? A purr still flowing in low tones from his throat, Bam leaned forward tongue extended and lapped gingerly at Ryan's whiskers. Shuddering at the distinct taste he knew were some fucked up feline pheremones, he drug his tongue over Ryan's cheek again and again.
Ryan for all his struggle and effort, immediately curled into Bam's tongue bath. Ears finally shifting forward, his own hoarse rumble soon joined with Bam's. "... fuck you, Bam..." He half hissed but his voice was lost as a tongue curled along his ears and a foggy sleep slowly began to wash over him. Ryan meowed low and soft as Bam curled his tail over their bodies and settle in behind him protectively. Because who really, even Ryan Dunn, could argue with an early morning cat nap?
Fandom: Jackass
Rating: PG
Pairing: Bam/Ryan
Disclaimer: Fiction means this isn't real...
Warning: Furries! Well, cat!people...
Summary: FWP!!! (Furries without plot... bwahahah!)
Dedicated to: K_in_Buffalo & maincane, this is all their fault. See?!
"Fucking fucker, fuck you... ge'offme!" Ryan hissed his ears laying back against the mop of shaggy blond hair that took on the appearance of matted fur more than say, oh... actual hair.
Tail curling as it swished with intent through the air, Bam grinned, more Cheshire than West Chester, down at his best friend and occasional lover. They'd spent the night tom-catting around town and Bam couldn't see any better way to follow up an evening of fights and street walking than a playful scuffle on the Margera family living room floor.
Hands clasped around Ryan's wrists as he held him down, Bam arched his back as he allowed his claws to slip out from beneath his lacquered nails. For all the bravado that Dunn's appearance lent him, Bam seriously wondered how the hell the guy ever even got into a situation enough to get part of his tail lopped off, his ear nicked, and his whiskers bent... because, he was seriously being a total pussy.
Dark brown and black tabby shaded ears twitched as Bam's attention was drawn to the passing of cars just outside their window, but he didn't lessen his grip on Ryan. Situating his minxy self squarely upon his friend's slightly marmalade furred stomach, Bam didn't try to stop the low rumble eminating from his throat.
Hell, he was as content as any fucking Pennsylvanian Short Hair could be. Bam had his board, his secret stash of catnip, and his best fucking friend. What more did he need? A purr still flowing in low tones from his throat, Bam leaned forward tongue extended and lapped gingerly at Ryan's whiskers. Shuddering at the distinct taste he knew were some fucked up feline pheremones, he drug his tongue over Ryan's cheek again and again.
Ryan for all his struggle and effort, immediately curled into Bam's tongue bath. Ears finally shifting forward, his own hoarse rumble soon joined with Bam's. "... fuck you, Bam..." He half hissed but his voice was lost as a tongue curled along his ears and a foggy sleep slowly began to wash over him. Ryan meowed low and soft as Bam curled his tail over their bodies and settle in behind him protectively. Because who really, even Ryan Dunn, could argue with an early morning cat nap?