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: 9
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, 6, 7, 8
Jimmy snickered a bit at the way Bam snuggled up to him as he hit play on the remote. He liked it, it was nice and he wasn't saying shit that might ruin it; but it was totally girly. Arm still around Bam, Jimmy's hand ran idly over Bam's bare side as the movie started. He fast forwarded through all the phone sex ads at the beginning and the opening credits until it was just two guys in a convertible.
Trying not to tense up as Jim's fingers danced over his torso, Bam stared intently at the television. Idly, he began rubbing his hand up and down Jimmy's thigh. He didn't put a lot of pressure in his touch nor did he stray close enough to the prize beneath the sweatpants. It didn't take long for things to get heated on the screen. How Jimbo could sit and watch this shit without jerking himself off until he was sore as shit... was totally beyond him. Nearly panting against his boyfriend's stomach, Bam reached down an rubbed himself a couple times before cupping his cock slightly through the material. Eyes glued to the screen, he mouth a hungry kiss against Jim's stomach.
With Bam laying half on him like he was Jimmy could feel Bam's breath rate accelerating. He grinned when he saw Bam pressing his palm into his crotch. Jimmy felt his own cock stir, more from Bam's reaction to the film than the film itself. The feel of Bam's lips on his skin really made it stand up and take note. The hand tracing Bam's torso took on a more sensual tack.
Tucking a few strands of hair that had fallen in his face behind his ear, Bam reached back down and continued to move his hand slowly over himself. He seriously wondered what he looked like to Jimmy when his mouth was stuffed with his cock. Swallowing loudly, Bam dared to let a small moan escape his lips as one of the men in the film literally let himself get face fucked. Shit, watching this type of thing with Jimmy was going to get him, his ass, and his dick into a lot of trouble.
Jimmy echoed the soft moan with one of his own, his eyes more for Bam than the screen now. He stopped touching Bam's bare torso and slid his hand under the waist band of the sweats Bam was wearing. He went straight for the fun bits, wrapping his fist loosely around Bam's hard cock. "I take it you like the movie?"
And like that his entire fucking plan flew out the window. Hips jerking, Bam nodded and moaned. "...you... you like that?" He motioned at the screen with his chin. In the end, his brain didn't give a fuck if Jimmy was into it as it quickly supplemented Bam with a very vivid image of himself pube's deep sucking his boyfriend's cock.
"Yeah... yeah, why wouldn't I?" Jimmy grinned and began to tug on Bam slowly, his grip lax. "Mouth plus cock equals good. Generally speaking." Jimmy felt his groin tightening as his own prick tented the front of his sweatpants.
"Dude..." He hissed a little as Jim's fingers drug over the underside of his dick. "... but like that. R-mmm... all rough and shit??" Bam returned his hand to Jimmy's thigh and inched his grip closer to the tented cotton. Yeah, I'd totally let Jimmy do that shit to me...
Jim looked down at Bam quizzically, his stroke becoming a bit firmer. "Hot on film. Never been that rough on someone or vice versa though. Looks kinda chokey." Jimmy blushed and looked down at Bam. He'd already learned that where he liked things slow, smooth and deliberate that Bam preferred them faster and harsher. Why should it suprise him that applied to blow jobs too?
Groaning as Jim's strokes became rougher, Bam finally tugged the other man's sweats down enough to expose his cock. He lapped at the head then sucked it in with a loud slurp before drawing away slightly. "Not like me doing that to you... you doing that shit to me..." The skater slurped on Jimmy's dick once more taking a little more into his mouth with a throaty moan as the grip on own cock sped up a tad more.
Jim threw his head back and groaned when Bam's mouth closed over him. He looked up at the screen again, the guys was hammering right into the other guys throat and he was taking it but he looked like he was in pain. He raised an eyebrow and looked down at Bam. The hand not shoved down Bam's pants wove itself into his soft brown curls. "Are you sure?" Jim asked skeptically even as he bucked his hips up into Bam's face, just once to give him a taste of it.
His hand tigtening on Jimmy's thigh, Bam gagged at first but couldn't fight the moan clawing its way out of his throat. The next time Jim bucked, the skater pushed forward only to pull back with wet eyes... and his dick the hardest it had maybe ever been. "Shit..." He gasped. Running his fist up and down the now slick surface, Bam took a deep breath and attempted taking Jim that much further into his mouth. This shit was definitely going to take some practice.
Jimmy was torn. On one hand he had this evil urge to tighten the light grip he had in Bam's hair and give to him exactly what the guy on screen was getting, to fuck his face hard and fast. What the fuck was wrong with him, Jim wondered, that the tears welling in Bam's eyes and flush in his cheeks as he tried his best to deep throat Jim was turning him on? Then there was the voice that reminded him this wasn't some random in the bathroom at 15 North. This was his boyfriend, his best friend and someone who meant too much to abuse even if he was asking for it. So, he compromised. He did knot his fingers tightly in Bam's curls, and he did buck his hips a little; just not to fast or too hard for Bam to cope with, he hoped.
Whimpering at the slow and steady thrusting of his boyfriends hips, Bam braced himself by grasping the base of Jimmy's cock with his hand. This left less length for him to take in on each bob. Sure, it wasn't nearly as dirty as what was going on on-screen, but fuck it was hot just to hear the change in Jim's breathing and literally feel the pre-cum coating his tongue as he sucked him off.
Seeing as Bam seemed to be doing alright, not actually gagging so much Jimmy had to fear him puking in his lap, Jim felt comfortable tightened his fingers even more in Bam's hair. Snugging his fingers in painfully taut, Jimmy held his head in place so he couldn't move, making him wait for Jim to thrust up into his mouth. He wasn't going any faster or deeper, still nervous of Bam's gag reflex, just seizing control of the act. If Bam wanted rough he'd get a little rough.
Eyes fluttering behind closed eyelids, Bam moaned and let Jim basically do whatever the hell he wanted. He could hear the wet sounds of fucking coming from the screen mixed with a symphony of grunts, moans and the occasional gagging. After a few minutes, Bam tapped on Jimmy's thigh and reared back a bit. Saliva and pre-cum clung to his lips as he pulled back gasping and grinning up at his boyfriend like the cat that got the canary.
Jimmy grinned down at him, not letting go of his hair but not trying to force his face back down either. "You like that Bambi? Me humpin' your face... mimicking those porn stars?" Jimmy was incredibly turned on. He'd been well trained by the reactions of the odd girlfriend who had been willing to actually watch a porno with him not to expect them to actually want to re-enact anything they saw. Bam's attempt was the fucking hottest thing ever.
Licking his lips, Bam angled his head so Jim's grip pulled on his hair a bit. "Shit, yeah..." He gasped quietly and coiling his tongue out lapped around the head of Jimmy's cock and then with a silly grin kissed the tip of it dipping his tongue into the slit before redirecting his gaze up at his boyfriend. With a devious twinkle in his eye, Bam flicked the tip of his tongue over the head of Jim's dick again and again.
Jimmy groaned and quivered, Bam's tongue twitching over his cock not only felt great it was a sight to see. His head litterally hanging by his hair from Jimmy's fist, eyes bright, cheeks flushed, a lewd smile on his face. "Yeah alright... you teasin' me? Nah, I don't think so. " Was all Jimmy gave him by way of warning before giving Bam's head a little shake, not violently more playful and then actively forcing his mouth down over his cock.
Bam groaned and sucked for all he was worth; wiggling his hips and jerking them just enough to fuck his boyfriend's fist. Honestly, right now anyone could walk in on them... yes, even Jared... and the skater seriously wouldn't have given a shit. His entire body was humming with desire and need. Batting his eyes up at Jimmy, Bam moaned again.
Taking the hint from Bam's needy look and gyrating hips Jimmy tightened his grip and began to stroke him in earnest. He really hadn't been paying Bam enough attention, just stroking him lightly; a reflex action to a dick in his palm. The added stimulation earned him a look from Bam that almost made him come down the skater's throat right them and there.
Bam shifted suddenly and slithered out Jim's grip. He drug his mouth off of the other man's cock with a loud pop before sliding onto his knees on the floor in front of him. "These need to come off..." He muttered as he pulled Jimmy's sweats off leg by leg. Then with a grin up at his boyfriend, Bam grabbed his hips and pulled him until his ass was perched on the very edge of the couch.
Slowly rubbing his hand up and down Jim's dick, Bam winked at him and leaned forward. With a small, quiet moan he gently wrapped his lips over and around his balls. Suckling gently he alternated between each one before attempting to stuff them both in. Pulling back, the skater licked a strip up Jimmy's cock. "I wanna try something... can I?"
Jimmy met Bam's gaze and hesitated. For some reason the simple request sent both a thrill and wild fear coursing through him. Try what!?, he worried. But little Jimmy was so hard it almost hurt and Jim had been getting so close when Bam had pulled away. Actually fucking Bam's face like they were in a goddamn porno had him worked up beyond reason. He didn't want to get off, he needed to. The sooner the better as he was about as horny as he'd ever been in his life. Almost as desperate as he'd felt when having Bam's ass offered up to him earlier. Jesus-fucking-christ I'm gonna have a stroke before this day is out "Yeah... yeah Bambi." He was nervous and excited but took comfort knowing if he said stop Bam would.
Still stroking Jimmy steadily but loosening his grip, Bam spread his legs wider as he squatted lower on the floor. Using his free hand, he cupped Jim's ass and kneaded the cheek under his hand. With a gutteral moan, he released his boyfriend's cock and quickly spread his cheeks. "Fuck..." He murmered before pressing forward and flicking his tongue tentatively over Jimmy's exposed hole then rubbing the saliva slowly around it with his thumb. Bam shushed and hummed at Jim before leaning in and repeating the process. This was some shit he fucking loved to watch in porn and his heart was pounding out through his ears just being able to fucking try it on Jimbo.
Jimmy groaned and spread his legs even wider, hoping to coax Bam's tongue back onto his asshole. "Goddamn Bambi... fucking rim job... dirty boy" My dirty boy, he thought and moaned loudly. Barely able to stand the sensation of Bam alternating his soft moist tongue with the rough pad of his thumb, Jim grabbed his own cock not stroking, but squeezing the base tight to stave off coming too quick.
Quite happy that Jim seemed to be enjoying himself, Bam got a little more daring and pressed his tongue harder and faster against his hole. Using his pointer finger to rub circles around it as he lapped hungrily at Jimmy's entrance, Bam whimpered. He wanted to fuck Jim so damn bad but he seriously wasn't going to press his luck yet. The skater did however dare to slip the tip of his finger in. After all, Chasey'd done it and Jimmy'd said he enjoyed it... and hell... no nails. Coating the digit with spit, Bam pressed it in further moaning at the tightness of his boyfriend's ass just around his fucking finger.
Jimmy tensed and whined at the intrusion even though he'd kind of seen it coming. He bit down on his lower lip, and griped his cock painfully tight; otherwise trying to force himself to relax. One finger was nice, a bit strange but in a pleasant way. Jimmy trembled as he tried not to contemplate the fact Bam probably didn't plan on stopping at a single digit.
Reaching under the cushion, Bam retrieved the lube now warmed by him laying over the top of it. He withdrew his fingers and coated his pointer and index finger then his thumb. Mouthing Jimmy's balls for a second, Bam slowly pressed his fingers in. Hicupping a started gasp as muscles clenched around him, the skater whimpered. Holy shit he'd been doing that to Jim's dick. Fucking god...
Jimmy gasped out loud, stiffening against the added finger before he got control of himself and slackened his muscles again. "Fuck fuck... yeah ok... ok." Jimmy was both reassuring himself and letting Bam know he was alright. Jim peeled his eyes open and looked down at Bam kneeling between his thighs. You can take it... it feels good... don't be a wuss. Jimmy nodded agreeing with his own inner monologue. He swallowed thickly and began to stroke his own cock lightly.
Pumping his fingers in and out of Jimmy at a slow speed, Bam nuzzled his balls with his nose. He dragged his tongue over them as he pressed his lubed thumb against his boyfriend gouch. The skater smiled to himself at Jim's initial jump away from his thumb. "Fuck, Jimmy... you're so..." Unable to find the words, Bam raised himself up a little. His biceps flexed with the movement of his hand. Licking another stripe up his boyfriend's cock, he nipped at the hand still there hoping he got his message across. Bam met Jim's lustful gaze. Curling his fingers just so, he pressed deeper with them and slurped on the mushroom tip of Jimmy's cock. His free hand clutched at Jim's waist. Bam moaned then swallowed his boyfriend down as far as he comfortably could. His own cock throbbed in his sweats, but he shoved that distraction aside as watched through half-lidded eyes as Jimmy came undone before him. This had to be the hottest shit... like ever.
Jimmy felt like Bam's blue eyes were boring through him as he proceeded to completely blow his mind. In response to Bam's nipping he'd let go of his shaft, his fingers digging into the sofa cushions as he fought to control himself. His hips rocked uncontrollably against Bam's fingers spearing him. It felt a lot better than he'd ever imaged it would and yes, he'd contemplated it. Paired with Bam's mouth on his cock Jim was on fucking cloud nine. "Bambi... so fucking good... fucking amazing... gonna make me cum... any second;" his voice passion slurred.
The sounds of the porn were barely audible as white noise in Bam's ears now as his heart thrummed and beat loudly just beneath every surface of his skin. Fuck yeah... he wanted this shit... wanted Jimmy. He hummed around his Jim's cock and tried to maintain eye contact just because it seemed to really do it for his boyfriend... that and it was hot as hell watching every reaction blaze across his face.
The new sensation of having fingers inside him added to Bam's natural given talent for using his mouth had Jimmy barely hanging on the edge. You are so going to get addicted to this... to him. Bam's curled fingers made a lucky jab, touching something inside Jimmy that caused him to howl, jerk upright and spill down Bam's throat gagging him. "Holy fuck, Bam!" Gasping and shaking, Jimmy stared wide eyed at his lover.
Falling back onto his heels, Bam let his head fall back momentarily as he gasped for breathe then met Jim's wide eyed stare with an equally shocked look on his own face. "... what'd I do?" He almost giggled. Mostly because they were sitting there staring at each other dumbfounded with his fingers still up Jimmy's ass which, mind you, was slowly relaxing around said fingers after clenching tighter then he could imagine ever being in... And for just a moment, the skater pondered curling his fingers just to see if he could make Jim do that shit again. Instead, he asked politely albiet with a leer on his face. "Want me to try to do that again?" The skater wagged his eyebrows and ran his free hand up and down Jimmy's thigh.
"Nooooo!" Jimmy said almost panicky. "I mean not right now, later fuck yeah though." He added enthusiastically. Taking a deep breath he leaned forward kissing Bam deeply, tongueing the taste of his own cum from Bam's throat.
"Stand up, Bambi" He bid and when his boyfriend complied Jimmy wrapped his lips around Bam's leaking prick.
One hand curling against the nape of Jim's neck and the other carding through his hair, Bam moaned and whimpered at the wet heat surrounding him. Fuck, Jimmy said he was a natural then that must make Jim's abilities fucking God-like or some shit. Legs trembling as pressure built and spread along his spine, the skater gazed down at his boyfriend as he dipped deeper and deeper every once in a while nosing Bam's pubes. Panting, he grunted and curled his torso over Jimmy's head as he shuddered. This shit was most definitely not going to last very fucking long. What had just transpired had turned him on way too fucking much to stretch it out.
Jimmy wrapped his arms around Bam's hips cupping his ass cheeks as he slipped up and down Bam's cock. Swallowing around the dick when it was in his throat and lapping at the head lasciviously as he pulled off, in increasingly quick repetition. He dug his fingers into Bam's ass, urging him to move his hips. Two could play that game he figured.
Lifting his hips up and thrusting into Jimmy's mouth, Bam grunted and gasped out loudly. "Shit, Jim... uhhh." The skater took hold of his boyfriend's hair with both hands and jerked his head back just enough so that he could look down into Jimmy's eyes.
Jim met his gaze, the look in Bam's eyes when they did these things was something he was finding he really loved. No one ever looked at him with that sort of raw desire before Bam. He returned the look with the same intensity, even as he pulled against the grip immobalising his head till his scalp hurt.
"God, baby... I'm so fucking close." Bam whined as his hands slid from Jim's hair into an awkward position on his shoulders as he felt his knees start to give with the explosion of pressure along his spine. He was pretty sure he'd never tire of the sight of Jimmy sucking his cock. The guy just had this air about him while doing it that made it the dirtiest yet sweetest fucking thing ever all at once.
The minute Bam let him go Jimmy swallowed him to the root. When he pulled back he jerked Bam's hips again, trying to make him move. He kept his eyes cast up at Bam's face as he worked his cock. Bam had made him feel like he was on the moon and Jim wanted very much to repay the gift.
Steadying himself on Jimmy's shoulders, Bam let his hips be pulled sharply towards his boyfriend. Grunting, he nodded. Mouth falling open... lips wet... he thrust roughly into the suction of Jim's mouth a few times before withdrawing to let him gasp for breathe then repeated the process. Bam took everything in until he could no long hold his gaze with his boyfriend. Eyes fluttering then rolling back ever so slightly, Bam let out a loud, desperate moan as he shot his load on Jimmy's still moving tongue.
Jimmy had closed his own eyes and braced for what he knew was coming when Bam's eyes left his. He was expecting the flood that filled his mouth and dutifully lapped it away. He couldn't say he was wild for the taste, but the idea of it, of taking it and swallowing it, was increasingly becoming a big turn on for Jim. Even spent as he was it coaxed a moan from his lips. As Bam collapsed back on the couch Jim leaned forward. Not getting off his knees he merely lay half on Bam's lap, arms laying beside Bam's thighs, his head on Bam's stomach.
Bam sat there trembling a little and feeling numb from head to toe. He carded his fingers through Jim's hair. "Wow..." He sighed. Smiling as he held back a giggle, the skater bit his lip that much more each time Jimmy's breathe coasted over his skin.
"Yeah... wow." Jimmy murmured against Bam's flesh. It seemed like every sexual encounter they had topped the last. Jimmy was pretty sure he hit the jackpot but was too wrung out just yet to do more than half lay on Bam and cling to him.
"Mmm..." Bam reached down and rubbed his hands over Jim's shoulder. He couldn't quite believe that shit had just went down. He knew something was bound to happen. How could it have not? The two of them and porn. The skater chuckled softly and licked his lips. This was nice... yeah, nice. Wait! "Dude, what time is it?"
"Fuck, if I know" Jimmy muttered uncaring into Bam's lap. He was content and comfortable and really could not care less. He wasn't moving, wasn't even sure he could and wouldn't anyway.
Letting out a breathy chuckle, Bam just continued to smile. That was his Jimbo. Shifting just barely until he could tilt his head and see his boyfriend's face, he peered down at him. The skater knew some people probably wouldn't agree with how hot he found Jim. It was hard to explain. Not only was Jimmy sexy as hell to him but their entire relationship... even pre-boyfriend... cast him in such a light that Bam's attentions really hadn't strayed all that much and when they had it never went beyond just looking.
Just thinking this shit, though, caused some scary ass thoughts. Bam knew he was falling. He always had. But everything that had gone on these last couple days had done nothing but intensify the emotion. He was pretty sure Jim didn't mean love like that when he'd said it. The skater let out a tiny sigh and drug the pad of his thumb over Jimmy's lips.
Jimmy was a lot more invested than the skater gave him credit for. Over the last five years he'd allowed Bam into his life deeper than anyone else he'd ever known. Bam had become more important than most of Jim's family, gotten more consideration and attention than any girlfriend and had long ago taken Jared's place as best friend which no doubt account for some of their animosity towards each other. Unlike Jimmy's appeal which was pretty specialized, Bam actually was hot, like smoking hot. It wasn't as though Jimmy hadn't realised that about the same time he realised that his options had broadened, but being as he'd kept all his friends in the dark, he'd repressed that studiously.
The thing about being bisexual, was made it easier for Jimmy to mask that part of himself behind girlfriends. Jimmy knew he tended to go the easy route in any situation and that's what he'd been doing with his sexuality. Living gay would be a hassle and since he liked chicks just as well, why bother? So he'd simply not allowed any man in his life to progress beyond friendship or mere sexual gratification, one or the other, never both and certainly not more. But now Bam, the most important person in his life had breach that seperation, managed to be a friend and sex partner. He'd drawn Jimmy into a very real and very visible relationship. Jimmy wasn't going to be lazy or half assed about it. Because yeah, Bam was that important to him and Bam wasn't the only one falling.
When Bam sighed and touched his mouth Jimmy went to the hurculean effort, or so it seemed to him, to turn his face up to look at him. "Whats up, Bub?"
"Just thinking about kissing you..." He snickered. "And I know I said it like a million times already... I'm really fucking glad we called in. " Bam trailed his fingers from Jim's mouth and over his jaw finally ending up with the pad of his thumb rubbing circles over his earlobe. The skater yawned and then smiled down at Jimmy.
Stretching and arching his back like a cat Jimmy playfully rubbed his face in Bam's crotch. Even though he was no where near ready for another bout he flirted, just because he could. "Yeah, was thinking about kissing you too." He purred, then mouthed Bam through the borrowed sweats.
As Jimmy burried his face in Bam's lap the door banged open and Jimmy's room mate paused just across the jamb. Jared's eyes grew wide and his jaw dropped, then his face contorted in anger as he partially misconstured their posture. "I did not bust my ass all day to come home to a gay porno in my living room. And with Bam? Jimmy, come on?" and then Jared was sweeping through the room with a parting "What The Fuck!" thrown out as he slammed his bedroom door.
Eyes pinched and nose wrinkled, Bam threw back his head and laughed out loud and hard. Shit, if Jared thought what they were doing right now was bad... At least they didn't have to come out to the guy anymore. When he stopped laughing, Bam cocked his head. Hey wait... "What you jealous, Jared?!!" He hollared out to the closed door of the other man's bedroom. Looking down at Jim, the skater smirked and bucked his hips playfully. "... so did you put up the cameras... cuz if that was my job...." He teased playing on Jared calling what they were doing a porno.
The only answer from Jared was a 'fuck off' muffled by the door.
Jimmy never lifted his head from Bam's lap, though the groan he issued was not one of pleasure. Turning his head to the side he looked up at Bam. "You loved that shit, didn't you. Not like he didn't know I was part-time into guys, but he finds it easier to ignore when not having his nose rubbed in it. Shit. I gotta live with him."
And if I took your offer seriously, which I don't...maybe, someday I would have to too... "What?! We totally weren't doing shit... at that exact moment." Bam ran his finger through Jim's hair and shook his head a little. Raising his voice, he hollered out at Jared again. "We'll move to the stacks or something if your pansy ass can't deal with your best bud chilling with his boyfriend in the living room he pays half rent for!"
Jared's door flung open. "Yeah and I pay half too. He's got a bedroom. I don't fuck my pick ups in the goddamn livingroom. Take it somewhere private, dickbreath." He barked as he went into the kitchen muttering.
Jimmy reluctantly moved, creaking as he stretched. He grabbed his sweats and pulled them on, plopping onto the sofa next to Bam. "You want to move back into the bedroom. Can watch the rest of the movie in there. Avoid Mr. Sourpuss till he cools off?"
"Nah... I'm hungry... I want a sandwich..." Bam smirked at his boyfriend.
"Bambi, don't be a douche. You just fucking ate." He snickered as he heard Jared snark from the kitchen about knowing he smelled Chinese food and what dirty bastards they were. Jimmy flicked the movie off, leaving the TV on some random music station. He laughed when he heard Jared on the phone ordering his own take out. "Fine, we can hang out here." He got comfortable on a corner of the sofa then pulled Bam over under his arm, tucking him against his side. "But your choices are regular TV or het porn now if we do."
Bam chuckled as he snuggled up against Jim and sighed. Another idea struck him. If they watched het and Jared actually came back into the living room he could totally give him shit about how hot the dudes on screen were. Smirking despite himself, the skater answered Jimmy. "...het porn..."
Jimmy quirked an eyebrow at Bam. "Really?" he asked wondering what Bam was up to. "Hey Jare, grab something you'd willingly watch on your way back man." He yelled and turned back to Bam speaking quietly. "Just don't make him violent. Alright?"
"Yeah, yeah..." Bam let his eyes stay on Jim's before snuggling back against him. At least Jimmy wasn't trying to not hold him and shit just because Jared was around. And in all honesty, Bam had to adhere to what his boyfriend said on this matter... he'd always done right by the skater. Once. Fucking once... Jared had went too fucking far with his 'I hate Bam' shit and Jim had put a stop to it. After, they were all older and wiser now... well, older anyways.
Jimmy wasn't going to treat Bam any differently in front of Jared than he had their other friends. Jare could be a huge dick but him and Jimmy went back to high school and they'd stuck out some crazy shit. He'd get over the shift in Jimmy and Bam's relationship quick enough, if Bam didn't have to intentionally antongonise him. In the end they'll learn to live with each just like they always have.
Jared appeared in the livingroom with a DVD box in hand. Taking the current selection out of the player he whizzed it at Jimmy like a frizby. Jimmy just batted it out of the air and laughed. Jared popped in his selection, snagged the remote off the sofa and took up residence in the recliner and hit play. The screen filled with giggling enormous breasted blonde women and the title "No Boys Allowed" splashed across the screen in a garsh pink. Jared snickered.
Okay even he had to admit that shit was funny. Bam giggled against Jimmy. "Well... I can compare power tools at least..." He replied with leer and stretched his legs out and shifted until his head was resting on Jimmy's thigh.
"Yeah, dude cause that's not just wrong." Jared sniped from his chair and made a mental note to put the carpet munching scenes in slow mo and fast forward the dildo scenes. "Eh, one good thing to come of it. If Jimbo's off the market again less competition for the lovely little harlots. Thanks, Bam." There was an odd mix of humor and facetiousness in his tone.
"Hmm, dunno... how many chicks you think you can bag if Jimbo and I here are willing to suck face to get them putting out?" Bam spat back with another laugh. This was honestly probably the most fun he'd had going back and forth with Jared in a long ass time. Reaching up, the skater rubbed Jimmy's knees and squeezed it reassuringly before letting his hand drop back down to his own hip.
"What are you cruising high schools? Real woman want a man not some kissy face emo fag. I always do better than the J man anyway." Jared pulled his tshirt up and ran a hand across a very impressive six pack. "So If he thinks he can fish out a few more chicks by being sensitive bi guy more power to him. I know what the ladies really like."
Bam snorted. "Dude, your roomie just flashed me..."
"Yeah, he thinks he's Mr. Universe. He'd flash those abs at his own Granny for a chance to gloat. Like that in and of itself ain't kinda gay. Fuck off, Jared. I manage to get laid whenever I feel the need without having to bust my hump in the gym."
"If you two are the examples being gay definitely has nothing to do with looking good." Jared snorked back. "Besides half the time you get any you were sucking cock and that don't count."
"Nah, it has everything to do with looking fabulous, fucker." Bam rolled his eyes at Jim's roommate. Dude was seriously getting on his last nerve. Yeah, so they really shouldn't have been messing around in the living room so close to when the ass was getting home... but that didn't mean he should get so fucking personal on shit. "... and sucking cock is so getting some; your straight semantics don't mean shit."
Jared snickered and hit fast forward the minute there was even a hint of silicone on the screen that wasn't firmly embedded in a pair of tits. "It's a man's world, Bammie Boy. At least try and pretend you have a set."
"Alright knock it off, you two." Jimmy said quietly. Jimmy was sure the clever banter barely veiling malice amused them both to no end but it bugged him. He hated that his two best friends didn't get along. Yes, he was well aware Jared could be an abrasive prick. But he was pretty sure Bam never saw even a bit past that. Jared was also a loyal friend who'd been there for him through thick and thin and who, homophobic tendencies aside, had not kicked his ass or blown him off when he found out Jimmy was bi.
"I'd knock it off like that, but I'm bored... asshhole over there keeps fast forwarding through any of the half ways interesting shit... Fucking A, I might have to find a cock to amuse myself with..." Bam protested with a huff. He raised an eyebrow at Jim's roomie and dared him to push him to that. Seriously, if Jared would just fucking shut the hell up things would be okay. He could cuddle with his boyfriend and watch lesbo porn in peace.
"Oh yeah, Babe?" Jimmy asked minor annoyance that Bam felt the need for a parting shot after he asked them both to hold their peace showing in his strained tone. He bit back the rest of the reply on the tip of his tongue to the effect where would Bam be finding one of those. He didn't really want to argue and he was worried Bam would just see it as him taking Jared's side if he said anything. He sighed and flopped his head back. It was very much like Bam to have to have the last word. Not his most endearing trait but one Jimmy had grown accustomed to over the years.
"Yeah..." He replied with his accent thick. "... and you said shithead wouldn't freak... who gives a fuck? We obviously stopped our shit when fuckface came home... and yeah a few fag jokes, fine... Steve-O was just as bad... but fuck he's only being a prick cuz it's me." Bam sat up and gave Jared a pissed off look. "Whatever... til he can deal, my ass is taking a nap. Fuck this shit."
Jimmy sat there for a moment after Bam stormed off and then groaned. He got to his feet to head to the bedroom.
Jared who conspicously had in fact shut up when Jimmy had asked snickered and spoke. "See man that's why I love 'em and leave em. A steady chick is nothing but draaaamaaaa."
Jimmy gave him the finger and headed to his room leaving Jared chuckling in his chair. He walked into the room an sat on the edge of the bed. "You know the big difference between Steve O and Jared? Beside a huge coke habit?"
Bam was laying across Jim's bed staring at the ceiling when the other man walked in. Rolling his eyes at the question he sighed. Here it came. But he's my friend. His friend wouldn't be such a fucking asshole to his boyfriend... he'd fucking be nice because he was Jim's friend. What the fuck ever. "... well, he's supposed to be your friend... if that's what you're trying to get me to realize..."
"The difference..." Jimmy paused to see if Bam intended to actually listen to him or had just already made up his mind and closed off. "The difference is when we walked into Dico's knowing we were going to drop a bomb on Steve O and all of them for that matter there was no maliciousness behind it. Ohh, sure we fucked with them but it was friends fucking with each other, good natured, you know we both were banking on them being cool with us. It's not the same when you actively dislike the person. Then it's all a little meaner. This shit only escalates cause you poke each other and you know you get off on being a dick to him every bit as much as he does you. You've said it out loud yourself. When he gets in your shit haven't I always told him to back down? Always. You pushed him out of the best friend slot years ago and now have you even more of me. You sorta won. So why not be a good sport about it?"
"It's not about that, Jimmy... just..." Bam sighed. "So fucking what if he don't like me... he likes you. He should just fucking grin and bear it... If you're his friend shouldn't he take it upon himself to tolerate my ass for once... especially now?" The skater knew Jim would probably take his words as him not listening. He was... he just disagreed.
"I know you aren't going to believe me but he does tolerate you in his own way. He didn't have to come out and sit with us. And yeah so he picked a lez film on purpose to be an ass. He got a shock when he came home and we laughed at him. And you know you were looking forward to fucking with him Bam, you were. How is he ever going to learn to tolerate you when you revel in making sure he doesn't? Who do I spend 95% of my time with? You. Even before we started this couple thing. And most of that time we hang with friends that started out yours not mine. You'd think for my sake at some point the two of you would realise you're both here to stay, permanent fixtures and at least be civil."
"It's beyond apparent that he's permanent... fuck, I just get sick of him being such a prick to me...." Bam rolled over onto his side and sighed. Playing with a string on the bedding, he licked his lips and stared straight ahead.
Jimmy lay down behind Bam and spooned up against him. "I don't know why you were set on fucking with him today of all days anyway." Jimmy said saddly pressing his face between Bam's shoulderblades. Jimmy wasn't an overly sentimental guy as a rule. It went with his general devil-may-care attitude. But it wasn't every day your best friend and first boyfriend let you be their first. Having him go from that to sniping with Jim's oldest friend and then sulking hurt.
"... have you ever known me not to spit shit back at him? Come on..." Bam fought his urge to jerk away knowing that would stir more shit. He dug his fingernails into the bedspread tearing at a loosened thread. "... 'sides it's not like we planned that shit with him. It ain't six... he came home early..." The skater shifted until he was facing Jimmy. "All I want is to be able to hang with you without him being a dick... I don't want to end up the..." He made air quotations. "... chick... that doesn't like you hanging around your friends. I hated that bullshit and last thing I want to fucking do is start acting that fucking way about asshole out there."
Jimmy's head came up away from Bam's back. "Bam, it wasn't even so much that you and he were cat fighting like a couple teenage girls. It's that when I asked you to stop you just had to fire off a parting shot. That's what upset me. It feels like how it effects me doesn't matter sometimes." Jimmy had felt Bam's body tensing and shuffled a bit so while still lying beside him there was an inch or two between them. He wasn't going to touch him if he wasn't welcomed to.
"Last spoken shot... I guaran-fucking-tee... he'd have fast forwarded that fucking dvd if given the chance... but would you have even seen that as a last shot...?" Bam frowned and glanced down at the space between them. What the fuck? He sighed. "... so what you that pissed at me you have to scoot away?" The skater raised and eyebrow at him.
"I was giving you space cause you flinched when I touched you in the first place, didn't think you wanted me all up on you. I ain't mad. Just feeling I don't know... let down. This morning and afternoon rocked so fucking much and now I just feel I dont know... sad, disappointed? Something like that. I ain't pissed. Just want it to go back to the way it was earlier."
He didn't even go into the whole thing about the parting shot. It was abundantly clear that Bam would accept no responsibility for their animosity even though he was every bit as adversarial to Jared as vice versa. It was always going to be 'he started it' like they were on a damn playground or something. Which wouldn't even have bothered him today in particular if Bam hadn't made it clear he was spoiling for a conflict with Jared before the guy even got home. But there wasn't anything he could do about it, hadn't been in the five years he'd been caught between them. Not like it would get better for him now. So he'd just have to suck it up and suffer, he supposed.
Pretending to act thoughtful, Bam replied. "...I could try that thing with my fingers on you again..." A small, tight frown swept over his features. They couldn't go back to how it was earlier because Jared wasn't fucking there earlier. But there wasn't exactly much that he could do to change that shit. Besides some of what the dude said had actually stung... no matter how fast the skater had been able to throw back something. "... you don't think I...?" Bam sighed and rolled his eyes at himself. Rubbing his hands over his face, he fell onto his back. "...nevermind, I'm being a fucking idiot... nevermind."
"You bet your sweet ass you will be doing that again. Not right now though. What don't I think, Bambi? Don't nevermind me either. Get it out now or you'll be obsessing over it for days. You know you will."
Draping an arm over his forehead, Bam sighed. "... agree with him... about... fuck." The skater pinched a face. "... us being examples of being gay and it proving that it had nothing to do with looking good?" Bam shifted on the bed again. "...Gawwwddd, I sound so fucking stupid even asking that shit."
"Wait you think I agree with Jared fucking around and saying we are ugly? Oh, Bam. Yeah and I was lying those other times when I mentioned how hot you are. You are an idiot. I'm glad you spilled that so I could stifle that shit immediately." Jimmy closed the gap and wrapped an arm around Bam.
"...you're also my best fucking friend... friends have a way of over looking shit. So do boyfriends..." Bam cast his eyes towards Jimmy with a doubtful look on his face. You'd think that if he was as hot as the other guy said, assholes like Jared wouldn't even start saying shit like that.
"Dude, I remembered what you looked like in a Halloween costume like three fucking years ago. Does that sound like someone overlooking shit? Jared was messing with your head because he knows you're as vain as he is... ok, ok maybe not that vain, but he knows you work out and shit. Or who knows, maybe he was hoping you'd notice what a lump I can be and dump me." Jimmy snorted and grinned at Bam. "Seriously get that shit out of your head."
The frown still not quite leaving his face, Bam leaned forward and kissed Jimmy. It wasn't a kiss of passion and lust... not really; more one conveying somthing he couldn't or wouldn't say. Cupping the back of Jim's neck, he lay there breathing in when the other man breathed out until the heated air between them became too much and he let go.
Jimmy butted their foreheads together softly. "Don't be a numbskull. You are totally hot. At least I think you are and no one else actually matters, right?" Jimmy leaned in and kissed him again, also trying to convey emotions through contact he wouldn't voice.
"Right..." Bam whispered back and tilted his head in for another kiss as soon as the first one ended. Clutching Jimmy's shoulder, he didn't move to deepen the pumping of their lips against one another's. Instead, the skater pressed his mouth slow and steady over his boyfriend's just enjoying the simple act of sharing such intimacy.
Okay, this is an improvement. Maybe the rest of the evening will be okay again. Jimmy lay there and kissed Bam for as long as he was inclined to allow it. It was comfortable and he was content to do it, only coming up for air for now and then.
"So..." Bam replied softly licking over his now puffy lips. He'd been teased for how feminine his mouth looked before; he was pretty sure the person or persons saying it would really think so at the moment but he could give a flying fuck. In all truthfulness, the skater was getting antsy. Sex with Jim tended to leave him more on edge than the drained feeling he was use to. Then again, keeping up the whole straight charade had been the worst part of it. It wasn't that he disliked any of his ex-girlfriends with the exception of Jenn. But putting on the smiling, the charm, pretending to get turned on by everything he was not... usually left him just wanting to sleep. But with Jimmy... with Jimmy, it all just came naturally and at least for right now the spark really hadn't lessened; if anything it had brightened.
Jimmy smiled at him and mimicked the gesture unconsciously moistening his own tingling lips. "So?" he repeated quizically. Just spending some time together alone seemed to have brought them back down to a happy state. Jimmy made a mental note that if Bam was freaking out to just drag him somewhere private a kiss him calm.
"Well, we've eaten... neither of us are ready for another go... and I have to be a good boy around Assho... Jared..." Bam smirked. "Was just wondering what you wanted to do..." His gaze dropped back down to Jimmy's lips. "... other than kissing... not that I wouldn't totally be into doing that shit more..."
"I could go grab that stack of DVD's and bring them in here. Could play some Playstation or Xbox. That'd mean braving the livingroom though. No beer or booze left in the house... could make a run." Jimmy offered sitting up and lighting a cigarette.
Bam bit his lip and looked thoughtful for a second. "...you think a... Jared might hassle us a little less if he saw we're not all that different than before? Like we are just a couple of guys... remind him of the not so gay specific shit or whatever?"
Jimmy exhaled a plume of smoke and chuckled. "I think he wasn't even harassing us because we really are a couple so much as it's a new Bam button. But it ain't like you ain't well versed in Jared buttons." He grinned. "If it bothered him that bad we would have stopped being roomies 3 or 4 years ago when he figured me out. I'm pretty sure Jared goes by that old standby, 'I don't care if you fuck chickens, just don't look at me like I got feathers'. Though I am also pretty sure my naked ass with my face buried in your crotch is the stuff of nightmares for him. I don't think you guys are ever going to be bosom buddies. I'd just be happy with a semi-civil truce. But I think you are right and seeing us doing normal shit would help that along."
Bam planted a quick kiss on Jimmy's lips before wiggling and getting up off the bed. With a laugh he bent over and picked up a random shirt off the floor. "This shit clean?" He asked as he sniffed the item. Shrugging, he pulled it on. Mind made up, he looked down at Jim. "... so who's driving?"
"Dude... open a damn drawer." Jimmy laughed and fished out an actual clean shirt for himself. "I'm dating a slob." He moaned as he pulled it over his head. "Dude, you get away with shit if a girl did I'd be repulsed. How hypocritical is that shit? And you are."
"And how many girls would let you oogle Steve-O's skank's titties and laugh that shit off..." Bam toed on his shoes without putting on a pair of socks and dug around in the jeans he'd left on the floor for his keys and wallet. He walked out of the bedroom and turned to face Jared. With a sigh he tried to cover up. "... we're doing a alcy-hol run... you want something?" He thought about adding 'asshole' to the end of his question, but kept his mouth shut.
Chuckling, Jimmy followed Bam out of the room. Honestly, he hadn't really given a shit if past girlfriends got pissed if he looked. He never cheated on any of them during their short durations as his supposedly better half. His motto had always been 'it's okay to look at the menu as long as you eat at home'.
Jared looked up at Bam, eyes slightly squinted as he wondered where the catch was. "Yeah... sure." He pulled his wallet out of his back pocket. "You going to the beer-4-less or a liquor store?"
Scratching idly at his stomach, Bam tried to hide the pathetic look of adoration at Jimmy as he strutted into the living room. He shook his head to hide that shit from Jared and looked back at him. Upon noticing he was reaching for his wallet, Bam waved his hand at him. "Put that shit way... it's on me and Jimbo..." He pulled a face at Jim and stuck out his tongue as his boyfriend stepped past him. "Well, me anyways..." Bam added with a chuckle. Returning his attention to the other man, he finally answered. "... you in the mood for the hard shit or a few brewskies?" Yeah, this was him trying to act normal. Be the same old repressed, closeted Bam he was... this was it.
"Which ever. You hit the beer store and I'd put back a few Rocks. You go for the hardstuff grab some Jager. Thanks, man." Jared said, still slightly skeptical. He thought if Jimmy fucking Bam meant the kid would be less annoying maybe it was worth the faggy shit in his house.
Jimmy slapped Bam's ass, it was becoming a habit he found himself doing without even thinking about it first. Grinning when Bam spun on him. "Come on Baby. I can hear the booze calling us from here."
Making exagerated bug eyes at Jimmy, Bam shook his head at his boyfriend. Dramatically looking towards Jared, he rolled his eyes. And fucking baby... here? A sudden grin spread across his face. Shit, Jim had just called him baby in front of asshole. No fucking way. Offering up a rather silly salute he practically skipped for the door and flung it open. Let Jimmy deal with the fallout about too much gay shit from Jared. Jingling his keys, Bam walked out of the apartment.
The fallout consisted of Jared rolling his eyes and giving Jimmy an I told you so sort of look as Jimmy shot him the bird on his way out the door. If he had his way they would just get beer. He climbed into the car. "Let's just hit the beer store. I don't think feeling like death warmed over tomorrow will make going back to work after days of slackin' easier." What he didn't say was he knew Bam and Jared were both cool with just a good beer buzz but could be nasty drunks on the hard shit. Espcially fuckin Jagermeister.
Authors: k_in_buffalo & trollsttroll
Chapter: 9
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, 6, 7, 8
Jimmy snickered a bit at the way Bam snuggled up to him as he hit play on the remote. He liked it, it was nice and he wasn't saying shit that might ruin it; but it was totally girly. Arm still around Bam, Jimmy's hand ran idly over Bam's bare side as the movie started. He fast forwarded through all the phone sex ads at the beginning and the opening credits until it was just two guys in a convertible.
Trying not to tense up as Jim's fingers danced over his torso, Bam stared intently at the television. Idly, he began rubbing his hand up and down Jimmy's thigh. He didn't put a lot of pressure in his touch nor did he stray close enough to the prize beneath the sweatpants. It didn't take long for things to get heated on the screen. How Jimbo could sit and watch this shit without jerking himself off until he was sore as shit... was totally beyond him. Nearly panting against his boyfriend's stomach, Bam reached down an rubbed himself a couple times before cupping his cock slightly through the material. Eyes glued to the screen, he mouth a hungry kiss against Jim's stomach.
With Bam laying half on him like he was Jimmy could feel Bam's breath rate accelerating. He grinned when he saw Bam pressing his palm into his crotch. Jimmy felt his own cock stir, more from Bam's reaction to the film than the film itself. The feel of Bam's lips on his skin really made it stand up and take note. The hand tracing Bam's torso took on a more sensual tack.
Tucking a few strands of hair that had fallen in his face behind his ear, Bam reached back down and continued to move his hand slowly over himself. He seriously wondered what he looked like to Jimmy when his mouth was stuffed with his cock. Swallowing loudly, Bam dared to let a small moan escape his lips as one of the men in the film literally let himself get face fucked. Shit, watching this type of thing with Jimmy was going to get him, his ass, and his dick into a lot of trouble.
Jimmy echoed the soft moan with one of his own, his eyes more for Bam than the screen now. He stopped touching Bam's bare torso and slid his hand under the waist band of the sweats Bam was wearing. He went straight for the fun bits, wrapping his fist loosely around Bam's hard cock. "I take it you like the movie?"
And like that his entire fucking plan flew out the window. Hips jerking, Bam nodded and moaned. "...you... you like that?" He motioned at the screen with his chin. In the end, his brain didn't give a fuck if Jimmy was into it as it quickly supplemented Bam with a very vivid image of himself pube's deep sucking his boyfriend's cock.
"Yeah... yeah, why wouldn't I?" Jimmy grinned and began to tug on Bam slowly, his grip lax. "Mouth plus cock equals good. Generally speaking." Jimmy felt his groin tightening as his own prick tented the front of his sweatpants.
"Dude..." He hissed a little as Jim's fingers drug over the underside of his dick. "... but like that. R-mmm... all rough and shit??" Bam returned his hand to Jimmy's thigh and inched his grip closer to the tented cotton. Yeah, I'd totally let Jimmy do that shit to me...
Jim looked down at Bam quizzically, his stroke becoming a bit firmer. "Hot on film. Never been that rough on someone or vice versa though. Looks kinda chokey." Jimmy blushed and looked down at Bam. He'd already learned that where he liked things slow, smooth and deliberate that Bam preferred them faster and harsher. Why should it suprise him that applied to blow jobs too?
Groaning as Jim's strokes became rougher, Bam finally tugged the other man's sweats down enough to expose his cock. He lapped at the head then sucked it in with a loud slurp before drawing away slightly. "Not like me doing that to you... you doing that shit to me..." The skater slurped on Jimmy's dick once more taking a little more into his mouth with a throaty moan as the grip on own cock sped up a tad more.
Jim threw his head back and groaned when Bam's mouth closed over him. He looked up at the screen again, the guys was hammering right into the other guys throat and he was taking it but he looked like he was in pain. He raised an eyebrow and looked down at Bam. The hand not shoved down Bam's pants wove itself into his soft brown curls. "Are you sure?" Jim asked skeptically even as he bucked his hips up into Bam's face, just once to give him a taste of it.
His hand tigtening on Jimmy's thigh, Bam gagged at first but couldn't fight the moan clawing its way out of his throat. The next time Jim bucked, the skater pushed forward only to pull back with wet eyes... and his dick the hardest it had maybe ever been. "Shit..." He gasped. Running his fist up and down the now slick surface, Bam took a deep breath and attempted taking Jim that much further into his mouth. This shit was definitely going to take some practice.
Jimmy was torn. On one hand he had this evil urge to tighten the light grip he had in Bam's hair and give to him exactly what the guy on screen was getting, to fuck his face hard and fast. What the fuck was wrong with him, Jim wondered, that the tears welling in Bam's eyes and flush in his cheeks as he tried his best to deep throat Jim was turning him on? Then there was the voice that reminded him this wasn't some random in the bathroom at 15 North. This was his boyfriend, his best friend and someone who meant too much to abuse even if he was asking for it. So, he compromised. He did knot his fingers tightly in Bam's curls, and he did buck his hips a little; just not to fast or too hard for Bam to cope with, he hoped.
Whimpering at the slow and steady thrusting of his boyfriends hips, Bam braced himself by grasping the base of Jimmy's cock with his hand. This left less length for him to take in on each bob. Sure, it wasn't nearly as dirty as what was going on on-screen, but fuck it was hot just to hear the change in Jim's breathing and literally feel the pre-cum coating his tongue as he sucked him off.
Seeing as Bam seemed to be doing alright, not actually gagging so much Jimmy had to fear him puking in his lap, Jim felt comfortable tightened his fingers even more in Bam's hair. Snugging his fingers in painfully taut, Jimmy held his head in place so he couldn't move, making him wait for Jim to thrust up into his mouth. He wasn't going any faster or deeper, still nervous of Bam's gag reflex, just seizing control of the act. If Bam wanted rough he'd get a little rough.
Eyes fluttering behind closed eyelids, Bam moaned and let Jim basically do whatever the hell he wanted. He could hear the wet sounds of fucking coming from the screen mixed with a symphony of grunts, moans and the occasional gagging. After a few minutes, Bam tapped on Jimmy's thigh and reared back a bit. Saliva and pre-cum clung to his lips as he pulled back gasping and grinning up at his boyfriend like the cat that got the canary.
Jimmy grinned down at him, not letting go of his hair but not trying to force his face back down either. "You like that Bambi? Me humpin' your face... mimicking those porn stars?" Jimmy was incredibly turned on. He'd been well trained by the reactions of the odd girlfriend who had been willing to actually watch a porno with him not to expect them to actually want to re-enact anything they saw. Bam's attempt was the fucking hottest thing ever.
Licking his lips, Bam angled his head so Jim's grip pulled on his hair a bit. "Shit, yeah..." He gasped quietly and coiling his tongue out lapped around the head of Jimmy's cock and then with a silly grin kissed the tip of it dipping his tongue into the slit before redirecting his gaze up at his boyfriend. With a devious twinkle in his eye, Bam flicked the tip of his tongue over the head of Jim's dick again and again.
Jimmy groaned and quivered, Bam's tongue twitching over his cock not only felt great it was a sight to see. His head litterally hanging by his hair from Jimmy's fist, eyes bright, cheeks flushed, a lewd smile on his face. "Yeah alright... you teasin' me? Nah, I don't think so. " Was all Jimmy gave him by way of warning before giving Bam's head a little shake, not violently more playful and then actively forcing his mouth down over his cock.
Bam groaned and sucked for all he was worth; wiggling his hips and jerking them just enough to fuck his boyfriend's fist. Honestly, right now anyone could walk in on them... yes, even Jared... and the skater seriously wouldn't have given a shit. His entire body was humming with desire and need. Batting his eyes up at Jimmy, Bam moaned again.
Taking the hint from Bam's needy look and gyrating hips Jimmy tightened his grip and began to stroke him in earnest. He really hadn't been paying Bam enough attention, just stroking him lightly; a reflex action to a dick in his palm. The added stimulation earned him a look from Bam that almost made him come down the skater's throat right them and there.
Bam shifted suddenly and slithered out Jim's grip. He drug his mouth off of the other man's cock with a loud pop before sliding onto his knees on the floor in front of him. "These need to come off..." He muttered as he pulled Jimmy's sweats off leg by leg. Then with a grin up at his boyfriend, Bam grabbed his hips and pulled him until his ass was perched on the very edge of the couch.
Slowly rubbing his hand up and down Jim's dick, Bam winked at him and leaned forward. With a small, quiet moan he gently wrapped his lips over and around his balls. Suckling gently he alternated between each one before attempting to stuff them both in. Pulling back, the skater licked a strip up Jimmy's cock. "I wanna try something... can I?"
Jimmy met Bam's gaze and hesitated. For some reason the simple request sent both a thrill and wild fear coursing through him. Try what!?, he worried. But little Jimmy was so hard it almost hurt and Jim had been getting so close when Bam had pulled away. Actually fucking Bam's face like they were in a goddamn porno had him worked up beyond reason. He didn't want to get off, he needed to. The sooner the better as he was about as horny as he'd ever been in his life. Almost as desperate as he'd felt when having Bam's ass offered up to him earlier. Jesus-fucking-christ I'm gonna have a stroke before this day is out "Yeah... yeah Bambi." He was nervous and excited but took comfort knowing if he said stop Bam would.
Still stroking Jimmy steadily but loosening his grip, Bam spread his legs wider as he squatted lower on the floor. Using his free hand, he cupped Jim's ass and kneaded the cheek under his hand. With a gutteral moan, he released his boyfriend's cock and quickly spread his cheeks. "Fuck..." He murmered before pressing forward and flicking his tongue tentatively over Jimmy's exposed hole then rubbing the saliva slowly around it with his thumb. Bam shushed and hummed at Jim before leaning in and repeating the process. This was some shit he fucking loved to watch in porn and his heart was pounding out through his ears just being able to fucking try it on Jimbo.
Jimmy groaned and spread his legs even wider, hoping to coax Bam's tongue back onto his asshole. "Goddamn Bambi... fucking rim job... dirty boy" My dirty boy, he thought and moaned loudly. Barely able to stand the sensation of Bam alternating his soft moist tongue with the rough pad of his thumb, Jim grabbed his own cock not stroking, but squeezing the base tight to stave off coming too quick.
Quite happy that Jim seemed to be enjoying himself, Bam got a little more daring and pressed his tongue harder and faster against his hole. Using his pointer finger to rub circles around it as he lapped hungrily at Jimmy's entrance, Bam whimpered. He wanted to fuck Jim so damn bad but he seriously wasn't going to press his luck yet. The skater did however dare to slip the tip of his finger in. After all, Chasey'd done it and Jimmy'd said he enjoyed it... and hell... no nails. Coating the digit with spit, Bam pressed it in further moaning at the tightness of his boyfriend's ass just around his fucking finger.
Jimmy tensed and whined at the intrusion even though he'd kind of seen it coming. He bit down on his lower lip, and griped his cock painfully tight; otherwise trying to force himself to relax. One finger was nice, a bit strange but in a pleasant way. Jimmy trembled as he tried not to contemplate the fact Bam probably didn't plan on stopping at a single digit.
Reaching under the cushion, Bam retrieved the lube now warmed by him laying over the top of it. He withdrew his fingers and coated his pointer and index finger then his thumb. Mouthing Jimmy's balls for a second, Bam slowly pressed his fingers in. Hicupping a started gasp as muscles clenched around him, the skater whimpered. Holy shit he'd been doing that to Jim's dick. Fucking god...
Jimmy gasped out loud, stiffening against the added finger before he got control of himself and slackened his muscles again. "Fuck fuck... yeah ok... ok." Jimmy was both reassuring himself and letting Bam know he was alright. Jim peeled his eyes open and looked down at Bam kneeling between his thighs. You can take it... it feels good... don't be a wuss. Jimmy nodded agreeing with his own inner monologue. He swallowed thickly and began to stroke his own cock lightly.
Pumping his fingers in and out of Jimmy at a slow speed, Bam nuzzled his balls with his nose. He dragged his tongue over them as he pressed his lubed thumb against his boyfriend gouch. The skater smiled to himself at Jim's initial jump away from his thumb. "Fuck, Jimmy... you're so..." Unable to find the words, Bam raised himself up a little. His biceps flexed with the movement of his hand. Licking another stripe up his boyfriend's cock, he nipped at the hand still there hoping he got his message across. Bam met Jim's lustful gaze. Curling his fingers just so, he pressed deeper with them and slurped on the mushroom tip of Jimmy's cock. His free hand clutched at Jim's waist. Bam moaned then swallowed his boyfriend down as far as he comfortably could. His own cock throbbed in his sweats, but he shoved that distraction aside as watched through half-lidded eyes as Jimmy came undone before him. This had to be the hottest shit... like ever.
Jimmy felt like Bam's blue eyes were boring through him as he proceeded to completely blow his mind. In response to Bam's nipping he'd let go of his shaft, his fingers digging into the sofa cushions as he fought to control himself. His hips rocked uncontrollably against Bam's fingers spearing him. It felt a lot better than he'd ever imaged it would and yes, he'd contemplated it. Paired with Bam's mouth on his cock Jim was on fucking cloud nine. "Bambi... so fucking good... fucking amazing... gonna make me cum... any second;" his voice passion slurred.
The sounds of the porn were barely audible as white noise in Bam's ears now as his heart thrummed and beat loudly just beneath every surface of his skin. Fuck yeah... he wanted this shit... wanted Jimmy. He hummed around his Jim's cock and tried to maintain eye contact just because it seemed to really do it for his boyfriend... that and it was hot as hell watching every reaction blaze across his face.
The new sensation of having fingers inside him added to Bam's natural given talent for using his mouth had Jimmy barely hanging on the edge. You are so going to get addicted to this... to him. Bam's curled fingers made a lucky jab, touching something inside Jimmy that caused him to howl, jerk upright and spill down Bam's throat gagging him. "Holy fuck, Bam!" Gasping and shaking, Jimmy stared wide eyed at his lover.
Falling back onto his heels, Bam let his head fall back momentarily as he gasped for breathe then met Jim's wide eyed stare with an equally shocked look on his own face. "... what'd I do?" He almost giggled. Mostly because they were sitting there staring at each other dumbfounded with his fingers still up Jimmy's ass which, mind you, was slowly relaxing around said fingers after clenching tighter then he could imagine ever being in... And for just a moment, the skater pondered curling his fingers just to see if he could make Jim do that shit again. Instead, he asked politely albiet with a leer on his face. "Want me to try to do that again?" The skater wagged his eyebrows and ran his free hand up and down Jimmy's thigh.
"Nooooo!" Jimmy said almost panicky. "I mean not right now, later fuck yeah though." He added enthusiastically. Taking a deep breath he leaned forward kissing Bam deeply, tongueing the taste of his own cum from Bam's throat.
"Stand up, Bambi" He bid and when his boyfriend complied Jimmy wrapped his lips around Bam's leaking prick.
One hand curling against the nape of Jim's neck and the other carding through his hair, Bam moaned and whimpered at the wet heat surrounding him. Fuck, Jimmy said he was a natural then that must make Jim's abilities fucking God-like or some shit. Legs trembling as pressure built and spread along his spine, the skater gazed down at his boyfriend as he dipped deeper and deeper every once in a while nosing Bam's pubes. Panting, he grunted and curled his torso over Jimmy's head as he shuddered. This shit was most definitely not going to last very fucking long. What had just transpired had turned him on way too fucking much to stretch it out.
Jimmy wrapped his arms around Bam's hips cupping his ass cheeks as he slipped up and down Bam's cock. Swallowing around the dick when it was in his throat and lapping at the head lasciviously as he pulled off, in increasingly quick repetition. He dug his fingers into Bam's ass, urging him to move his hips. Two could play that game he figured.
Lifting his hips up and thrusting into Jimmy's mouth, Bam grunted and gasped out loudly. "Shit, Jim... uhhh." The skater took hold of his boyfriend's hair with both hands and jerked his head back just enough so that he could look down into Jimmy's eyes.
Jim met his gaze, the look in Bam's eyes when they did these things was something he was finding he really loved. No one ever looked at him with that sort of raw desire before Bam. He returned the look with the same intensity, even as he pulled against the grip immobalising his head till his scalp hurt.
"God, baby... I'm so fucking close." Bam whined as his hands slid from Jim's hair into an awkward position on his shoulders as he felt his knees start to give with the explosion of pressure along his spine. He was pretty sure he'd never tire of the sight of Jimmy sucking his cock. The guy just had this air about him while doing it that made it the dirtiest yet sweetest fucking thing ever all at once.
The minute Bam let him go Jimmy swallowed him to the root. When he pulled back he jerked Bam's hips again, trying to make him move. He kept his eyes cast up at Bam's face as he worked his cock. Bam had made him feel like he was on the moon and Jim wanted very much to repay the gift.
Steadying himself on Jimmy's shoulders, Bam let his hips be pulled sharply towards his boyfriend. Grunting, he nodded. Mouth falling open... lips wet... he thrust roughly into the suction of Jim's mouth a few times before withdrawing to let him gasp for breathe then repeated the process. Bam took everything in until he could no long hold his gaze with his boyfriend. Eyes fluttering then rolling back ever so slightly, Bam let out a loud, desperate moan as he shot his load on Jimmy's still moving tongue.
Jimmy had closed his own eyes and braced for what he knew was coming when Bam's eyes left his. He was expecting the flood that filled his mouth and dutifully lapped it away. He couldn't say he was wild for the taste, but the idea of it, of taking it and swallowing it, was increasingly becoming a big turn on for Jim. Even spent as he was it coaxed a moan from his lips. As Bam collapsed back on the couch Jim leaned forward. Not getting off his knees he merely lay half on Bam's lap, arms laying beside Bam's thighs, his head on Bam's stomach.
Bam sat there trembling a little and feeling numb from head to toe. He carded his fingers through Jim's hair. "Wow..." He sighed. Smiling as he held back a giggle, the skater bit his lip that much more each time Jimmy's breathe coasted over his skin.
"Yeah... wow." Jimmy murmured against Bam's flesh. It seemed like every sexual encounter they had topped the last. Jimmy was pretty sure he hit the jackpot but was too wrung out just yet to do more than half lay on Bam and cling to him.
"Mmm..." Bam reached down and rubbed his hands over Jim's shoulder. He couldn't quite believe that shit had just went down. He knew something was bound to happen. How could it have not? The two of them and porn. The skater chuckled softly and licked his lips. This was nice... yeah, nice. Wait! "Dude, what time is it?"
"Fuck, if I know" Jimmy muttered uncaring into Bam's lap. He was content and comfortable and really could not care less. He wasn't moving, wasn't even sure he could and wouldn't anyway.
Letting out a breathy chuckle, Bam just continued to smile. That was his Jimbo. Shifting just barely until he could tilt his head and see his boyfriend's face, he peered down at him. The skater knew some people probably wouldn't agree with how hot he found Jim. It was hard to explain. Not only was Jimmy sexy as hell to him but their entire relationship... even pre-boyfriend... cast him in such a light that Bam's attentions really hadn't strayed all that much and when they had it never went beyond just looking.
Just thinking this shit, though, caused some scary ass thoughts. Bam knew he was falling. He always had. But everything that had gone on these last couple days had done nothing but intensify the emotion. He was pretty sure Jim didn't mean love like that when he'd said it. The skater let out a tiny sigh and drug the pad of his thumb over Jimmy's lips.
Jimmy was a lot more invested than the skater gave him credit for. Over the last five years he'd allowed Bam into his life deeper than anyone else he'd ever known. Bam had become more important than most of Jim's family, gotten more consideration and attention than any girlfriend and had long ago taken Jared's place as best friend which no doubt account for some of their animosity towards each other. Unlike Jimmy's appeal which was pretty specialized, Bam actually was hot, like smoking hot. It wasn't as though Jimmy hadn't realised that about the same time he realised that his options had broadened, but being as he'd kept all his friends in the dark, he'd repressed that studiously.
The thing about being bisexual, was made it easier for Jimmy to mask that part of himself behind girlfriends. Jimmy knew he tended to go the easy route in any situation and that's what he'd been doing with his sexuality. Living gay would be a hassle and since he liked chicks just as well, why bother? So he'd simply not allowed any man in his life to progress beyond friendship or mere sexual gratification, one or the other, never both and certainly not more. But now Bam, the most important person in his life had breach that seperation, managed to be a friend and sex partner. He'd drawn Jimmy into a very real and very visible relationship. Jimmy wasn't going to be lazy or half assed about it. Because yeah, Bam was that important to him and Bam wasn't the only one falling.
When Bam sighed and touched his mouth Jimmy went to the hurculean effort, or so it seemed to him, to turn his face up to look at him. "Whats up, Bub?"
"Just thinking about kissing you..." He snickered. "And I know I said it like a million times already... I'm really fucking glad we called in. " Bam trailed his fingers from Jim's mouth and over his jaw finally ending up with the pad of his thumb rubbing circles over his earlobe. The skater yawned and then smiled down at Jimmy.
Stretching and arching his back like a cat Jimmy playfully rubbed his face in Bam's crotch. Even though he was no where near ready for another bout he flirted, just because he could. "Yeah, was thinking about kissing you too." He purred, then mouthed Bam through the borrowed sweats.
As Jimmy burried his face in Bam's lap the door banged open and Jimmy's room mate paused just across the jamb. Jared's eyes grew wide and his jaw dropped, then his face contorted in anger as he partially misconstured their posture. "I did not bust my ass all day to come home to a gay porno in my living room. And with Bam? Jimmy, come on?" and then Jared was sweeping through the room with a parting "What The Fuck!" thrown out as he slammed his bedroom door.
Eyes pinched and nose wrinkled, Bam threw back his head and laughed out loud and hard. Shit, if Jared thought what they were doing right now was bad... At least they didn't have to come out to the guy anymore. When he stopped laughing, Bam cocked his head. Hey wait... "What you jealous, Jared?!!" He hollared out to the closed door of the other man's bedroom. Looking down at Jim, the skater smirked and bucked his hips playfully. "... so did you put up the cameras... cuz if that was my job...." He teased playing on Jared calling what they were doing a porno.
The only answer from Jared was a 'fuck off' muffled by the door.
Jimmy never lifted his head from Bam's lap, though the groan he issued was not one of pleasure. Turning his head to the side he looked up at Bam. "You loved that shit, didn't you. Not like he didn't know I was part-time into guys, but he finds it easier to ignore when not having his nose rubbed in it. Shit. I gotta live with him."
And if I took your offer seriously, which I don't...maybe, someday I would have to too... "What?! We totally weren't doing shit... at that exact moment." Bam ran his finger through Jim's hair and shook his head a little. Raising his voice, he hollered out at Jared again. "We'll move to the stacks or something if your pansy ass can't deal with your best bud chilling with his boyfriend in the living room he pays half rent for!"
Jared's door flung open. "Yeah and I pay half too. He's got a bedroom. I don't fuck my pick ups in the goddamn livingroom. Take it somewhere private, dickbreath." He barked as he went into the kitchen muttering.
Jimmy reluctantly moved, creaking as he stretched. He grabbed his sweats and pulled them on, plopping onto the sofa next to Bam. "You want to move back into the bedroom. Can watch the rest of the movie in there. Avoid Mr. Sourpuss till he cools off?"
"Nah... I'm hungry... I want a sandwich..." Bam smirked at his boyfriend.
"Bambi, don't be a douche. You just fucking ate." He snickered as he heard Jared snark from the kitchen about knowing he smelled Chinese food and what dirty bastards they were. Jimmy flicked the movie off, leaving the TV on some random music station. He laughed when he heard Jared on the phone ordering his own take out. "Fine, we can hang out here." He got comfortable on a corner of the sofa then pulled Bam over under his arm, tucking him against his side. "But your choices are regular TV or het porn now if we do."
Bam chuckled as he snuggled up against Jim and sighed. Another idea struck him. If they watched het and Jared actually came back into the living room he could totally give him shit about how hot the dudes on screen were. Smirking despite himself, the skater answered Jimmy. "...het porn..."
Jimmy quirked an eyebrow at Bam. "Really?" he asked wondering what Bam was up to. "Hey Jare, grab something you'd willingly watch on your way back man." He yelled and turned back to Bam speaking quietly. "Just don't make him violent. Alright?"
"Yeah, yeah..." Bam let his eyes stay on Jim's before snuggling back against him. At least Jimmy wasn't trying to not hold him and shit just because Jared was around. And in all honesty, Bam had to adhere to what his boyfriend said on this matter... he'd always done right by the skater. Once. Fucking once... Jared had went too fucking far with his 'I hate Bam' shit and Jim had put a stop to it. After, they were all older and wiser now... well, older anyways.
Jimmy wasn't going to treat Bam any differently in front of Jared than he had their other friends. Jare could be a huge dick but him and Jimmy went back to high school and they'd stuck out some crazy shit. He'd get over the shift in Jimmy and Bam's relationship quick enough, if Bam didn't have to intentionally antongonise him. In the end they'll learn to live with each just like they always have.
Jared appeared in the livingroom with a DVD box in hand. Taking the current selection out of the player he whizzed it at Jimmy like a frizby. Jimmy just batted it out of the air and laughed. Jared popped in his selection, snagged the remote off the sofa and took up residence in the recliner and hit play. The screen filled with giggling enormous breasted blonde women and the title "No Boys Allowed" splashed across the screen in a garsh pink. Jared snickered.
Okay even he had to admit that shit was funny. Bam giggled against Jimmy. "Well... I can compare power tools at least..." He replied with leer and stretched his legs out and shifted until his head was resting on Jimmy's thigh.
"Yeah, dude cause that's not just wrong." Jared sniped from his chair and made a mental note to put the carpet munching scenes in slow mo and fast forward the dildo scenes. "Eh, one good thing to come of it. If Jimbo's off the market again less competition for the lovely little harlots. Thanks, Bam." There was an odd mix of humor and facetiousness in his tone.
"Hmm, dunno... how many chicks you think you can bag if Jimbo and I here are willing to suck face to get them putting out?" Bam spat back with another laugh. This was honestly probably the most fun he'd had going back and forth with Jared in a long ass time. Reaching up, the skater rubbed Jimmy's knees and squeezed it reassuringly before letting his hand drop back down to his own hip.
"What are you cruising high schools? Real woman want a man not some kissy face emo fag. I always do better than the J man anyway." Jared pulled his tshirt up and ran a hand across a very impressive six pack. "So If he thinks he can fish out a few more chicks by being sensitive bi guy more power to him. I know what the ladies really like."
Bam snorted. "Dude, your roomie just flashed me..."
"Yeah, he thinks he's Mr. Universe. He'd flash those abs at his own Granny for a chance to gloat. Like that in and of itself ain't kinda gay. Fuck off, Jared. I manage to get laid whenever I feel the need without having to bust my hump in the gym."
"If you two are the examples being gay definitely has nothing to do with looking good." Jared snorked back. "Besides half the time you get any you were sucking cock and that don't count."
"Nah, it has everything to do with looking fabulous, fucker." Bam rolled his eyes at Jim's roommate. Dude was seriously getting on his last nerve. Yeah, so they really shouldn't have been messing around in the living room so close to when the ass was getting home... but that didn't mean he should get so fucking personal on shit. "... and sucking cock is so getting some; your straight semantics don't mean shit."
Jared snickered and hit fast forward the minute there was even a hint of silicone on the screen that wasn't firmly embedded in a pair of tits. "It's a man's world, Bammie Boy. At least try and pretend you have a set."
"Alright knock it off, you two." Jimmy said quietly. Jimmy was sure the clever banter barely veiling malice amused them both to no end but it bugged him. He hated that his two best friends didn't get along. Yes, he was well aware Jared could be an abrasive prick. But he was pretty sure Bam never saw even a bit past that. Jared was also a loyal friend who'd been there for him through thick and thin and who, homophobic tendencies aside, had not kicked his ass or blown him off when he found out Jimmy was bi.
"I'd knock it off like that, but I'm bored... asshhole over there keeps fast forwarding through any of the half ways interesting shit... Fucking A, I might have to find a cock to amuse myself with..." Bam protested with a huff. He raised an eyebrow at Jim's roomie and dared him to push him to that. Seriously, if Jared would just fucking shut the hell up things would be okay. He could cuddle with his boyfriend and watch lesbo porn in peace.
"Oh yeah, Babe?" Jimmy asked minor annoyance that Bam felt the need for a parting shot after he asked them both to hold their peace showing in his strained tone. He bit back the rest of the reply on the tip of his tongue to the effect where would Bam be finding one of those. He didn't really want to argue and he was worried Bam would just see it as him taking Jared's side if he said anything. He sighed and flopped his head back. It was very much like Bam to have to have the last word. Not his most endearing trait but one Jimmy had grown accustomed to over the years.
"Yeah..." He replied with his accent thick. "... and you said shithead wouldn't freak... who gives a fuck? We obviously stopped our shit when fuckface came home... and yeah a few fag jokes, fine... Steve-O was just as bad... but fuck he's only being a prick cuz it's me." Bam sat up and gave Jared a pissed off look. "Whatever... til he can deal, my ass is taking a nap. Fuck this shit."
Jimmy sat there for a moment after Bam stormed off and then groaned. He got to his feet to head to the bedroom.
Jared who conspicously had in fact shut up when Jimmy had asked snickered and spoke. "See man that's why I love 'em and leave em. A steady chick is nothing but draaaamaaaa."
Jimmy gave him the finger and headed to his room leaving Jared chuckling in his chair. He walked into the room an sat on the edge of the bed. "You know the big difference between Steve O and Jared? Beside a huge coke habit?"
Bam was laying across Jim's bed staring at the ceiling when the other man walked in. Rolling his eyes at the question he sighed. Here it came. But he's my friend. His friend wouldn't be such a fucking asshole to his boyfriend... he'd fucking be nice because he was Jim's friend. What the fuck ever. "... well, he's supposed to be your friend... if that's what you're trying to get me to realize..."
"The difference..." Jimmy paused to see if Bam intended to actually listen to him or had just already made up his mind and closed off. "The difference is when we walked into Dico's knowing we were going to drop a bomb on Steve O and all of them for that matter there was no maliciousness behind it. Ohh, sure we fucked with them but it was friends fucking with each other, good natured, you know we both were banking on them being cool with us. It's not the same when you actively dislike the person. Then it's all a little meaner. This shit only escalates cause you poke each other and you know you get off on being a dick to him every bit as much as he does you. You've said it out loud yourself. When he gets in your shit haven't I always told him to back down? Always. You pushed him out of the best friend slot years ago and now have you even more of me. You sorta won. So why not be a good sport about it?"
"It's not about that, Jimmy... just..." Bam sighed. "So fucking what if he don't like me... he likes you. He should just fucking grin and bear it... If you're his friend shouldn't he take it upon himself to tolerate my ass for once... especially now?" The skater knew Jim would probably take his words as him not listening. He was... he just disagreed.
"I know you aren't going to believe me but he does tolerate you in his own way. He didn't have to come out and sit with us. And yeah so he picked a lez film on purpose to be an ass. He got a shock when he came home and we laughed at him. And you know you were looking forward to fucking with him Bam, you were. How is he ever going to learn to tolerate you when you revel in making sure he doesn't? Who do I spend 95% of my time with? You. Even before we started this couple thing. And most of that time we hang with friends that started out yours not mine. You'd think for my sake at some point the two of you would realise you're both here to stay, permanent fixtures and at least be civil."
"It's beyond apparent that he's permanent... fuck, I just get sick of him being such a prick to me...." Bam rolled over onto his side and sighed. Playing with a string on the bedding, he licked his lips and stared straight ahead.
Jimmy lay down behind Bam and spooned up against him. "I don't know why you were set on fucking with him today of all days anyway." Jimmy said saddly pressing his face between Bam's shoulderblades. Jimmy wasn't an overly sentimental guy as a rule. It went with his general devil-may-care attitude. But it wasn't every day your best friend and first boyfriend let you be their first. Having him go from that to sniping with Jim's oldest friend and then sulking hurt.
"... have you ever known me not to spit shit back at him? Come on..." Bam fought his urge to jerk away knowing that would stir more shit. He dug his fingernails into the bedspread tearing at a loosened thread. "... 'sides it's not like we planned that shit with him. It ain't six... he came home early..." The skater shifted until he was facing Jimmy. "All I want is to be able to hang with you without him being a dick... I don't want to end up the..." He made air quotations. "... chick... that doesn't like you hanging around your friends. I hated that bullshit and last thing I want to fucking do is start acting that fucking way about asshole out there."
Jimmy's head came up away from Bam's back. "Bam, it wasn't even so much that you and he were cat fighting like a couple teenage girls. It's that when I asked you to stop you just had to fire off a parting shot. That's what upset me. It feels like how it effects me doesn't matter sometimes." Jimmy had felt Bam's body tensing and shuffled a bit so while still lying beside him there was an inch or two between them. He wasn't going to touch him if he wasn't welcomed to.
"Last spoken shot... I guaran-fucking-tee... he'd have fast forwarded that fucking dvd if given the chance... but would you have even seen that as a last shot...?" Bam frowned and glanced down at the space between them. What the fuck? He sighed. "... so what you that pissed at me you have to scoot away?" The skater raised and eyebrow at him.
"I was giving you space cause you flinched when I touched you in the first place, didn't think you wanted me all up on you. I ain't mad. Just feeling I don't know... let down. This morning and afternoon rocked so fucking much and now I just feel I dont know... sad, disappointed? Something like that. I ain't pissed. Just want it to go back to the way it was earlier."
He didn't even go into the whole thing about the parting shot. It was abundantly clear that Bam would accept no responsibility for their animosity even though he was every bit as adversarial to Jared as vice versa. It was always going to be 'he started it' like they were on a damn playground or something. Which wouldn't even have bothered him today in particular if Bam hadn't made it clear he was spoiling for a conflict with Jared before the guy even got home. But there wasn't anything he could do about it, hadn't been in the five years he'd been caught between them. Not like it would get better for him now. So he'd just have to suck it up and suffer, he supposed.
Pretending to act thoughtful, Bam replied. "...I could try that thing with my fingers on you again..." A small, tight frown swept over his features. They couldn't go back to how it was earlier because Jared wasn't fucking there earlier. But there wasn't exactly much that he could do to change that shit. Besides some of what the dude said had actually stung... no matter how fast the skater had been able to throw back something. "... you don't think I...?" Bam sighed and rolled his eyes at himself. Rubbing his hands over his face, he fell onto his back. "...nevermind, I'm being a fucking idiot... nevermind."
"You bet your sweet ass you will be doing that again. Not right now though. What don't I think, Bambi? Don't nevermind me either. Get it out now or you'll be obsessing over it for days. You know you will."
Draping an arm over his forehead, Bam sighed. "... agree with him... about... fuck." The skater pinched a face. "... us being examples of being gay and it proving that it had nothing to do with looking good?" Bam shifted on the bed again. "...Gawwwddd, I sound so fucking stupid even asking that shit."
"Wait you think I agree with Jared fucking around and saying we are ugly? Oh, Bam. Yeah and I was lying those other times when I mentioned how hot you are. You are an idiot. I'm glad you spilled that so I could stifle that shit immediately." Jimmy closed the gap and wrapped an arm around Bam.
"...you're also my best fucking friend... friends have a way of over looking shit. So do boyfriends..." Bam cast his eyes towards Jimmy with a doubtful look on his face. You'd think that if he was as hot as the other guy said, assholes like Jared wouldn't even start saying shit like that.
"Dude, I remembered what you looked like in a Halloween costume like three fucking years ago. Does that sound like someone overlooking shit? Jared was messing with your head because he knows you're as vain as he is... ok, ok maybe not that vain, but he knows you work out and shit. Or who knows, maybe he was hoping you'd notice what a lump I can be and dump me." Jimmy snorted and grinned at Bam. "Seriously get that shit out of your head."
The frown still not quite leaving his face, Bam leaned forward and kissed Jimmy. It wasn't a kiss of passion and lust... not really; more one conveying somthing he couldn't or wouldn't say. Cupping the back of Jim's neck, he lay there breathing in when the other man breathed out until the heated air between them became too much and he let go.
Jimmy butted their foreheads together softly. "Don't be a numbskull. You are totally hot. At least I think you are and no one else actually matters, right?" Jimmy leaned in and kissed him again, also trying to convey emotions through contact he wouldn't voice.
"Right..." Bam whispered back and tilted his head in for another kiss as soon as the first one ended. Clutching Jimmy's shoulder, he didn't move to deepen the pumping of their lips against one another's. Instead, the skater pressed his mouth slow and steady over his boyfriend's just enjoying the simple act of sharing such intimacy.
Okay, this is an improvement. Maybe the rest of the evening will be okay again. Jimmy lay there and kissed Bam for as long as he was inclined to allow it. It was comfortable and he was content to do it, only coming up for air for now and then.
"So..." Bam replied softly licking over his now puffy lips. He'd been teased for how feminine his mouth looked before; he was pretty sure the person or persons saying it would really think so at the moment but he could give a flying fuck. In all truthfulness, the skater was getting antsy. Sex with Jim tended to leave him more on edge than the drained feeling he was use to. Then again, keeping up the whole straight charade had been the worst part of it. It wasn't that he disliked any of his ex-girlfriends with the exception of Jenn. But putting on the smiling, the charm, pretending to get turned on by everything he was not... usually left him just wanting to sleep. But with Jimmy... with Jimmy, it all just came naturally and at least for right now the spark really hadn't lessened; if anything it had brightened.
Jimmy smiled at him and mimicked the gesture unconsciously moistening his own tingling lips. "So?" he repeated quizically. Just spending some time together alone seemed to have brought them back down to a happy state. Jimmy made a mental note that if Bam was freaking out to just drag him somewhere private a kiss him calm.
"Well, we've eaten... neither of us are ready for another go... and I have to be a good boy around Assho... Jared..." Bam smirked. "Was just wondering what you wanted to do..." His gaze dropped back down to Jimmy's lips. "... other than kissing... not that I wouldn't totally be into doing that shit more..."
"I could go grab that stack of DVD's and bring them in here. Could play some Playstation or Xbox. That'd mean braving the livingroom though. No beer or booze left in the house... could make a run." Jimmy offered sitting up and lighting a cigarette.
Bam bit his lip and looked thoughtful for a second. "...you think a... Jared might hassle us a little less if he saw we're not all that different than before? Like we are just a couple of guys... remind him of the not so gay specific shit or whatever?"
Jimmy exhaled a plume of smoke and chuckled. "I think he wasn't even harassing us because we really are a couple so much as it's a new Bam button. But it ain't like you ain't well versed in Jared buttons." He grinned. "If it bothered him that bad we would have stopped being roomies 3 or 4 years ago when he figured me out. I'm pretty sure Jared goes by that old standby, 'I don't care if you fuck chickens, just don't look at me like I got feathers'. Though I am also pretty sure my naked ass with my face buried in your crotch is the stuff of nightmares for him. I don't think you guys are ever going to be bosom buddies. I'd just be happy with a semi-civil truce. But I think you are right and seeing us doing normal shit would help that along."
Bam planted a quick kiss on Jimmy's lips before wiggling and getting up off the bed. With a laugh he bent over and picked up a random shirt off the floor. "This shit clean?" He asked as he sniffed the item. Shrugging, he pulled it on. Mind made up, he looked down at Jim. "... so who's driving?"
"Dude... open a damn drawer." Jimmy laughed and fished out an actual clean shirt for himself. "I'm dating a slob." He moaned as he pulled it over his head. "Dude, you get away with shit if a girl did I'd be repulsed. How hypocritical is that shit? And you are."
"And how many girls would let you oogle Steve-O's skank's titties and laugh that shit off..." Bam toed on his shoes without putting on a pair of socks and dug around in the jeans he'd left on the floor for his keys and wallet. He walked out of the bedroom and turned to face Jared. With a sigh he tried to cover up. "... we're doing a alcy-hol run... you want something?" He thought about adding 'asshole' to the end of his question, but kept his mouth shut.
Chuckling, Jimmy followed Bam out of the room. Honestly, he hadn't really given a shit if past girlfriends got pissed if he looked. He never cheated on any of them during their short durations as his supposedly better half. His motto had always been 'it's okay to look at the menu as long as you eat at home'.
Jared looked up at Bam, eyes slightly squinted as he wondered where the catch was. "Yeah... sure." He pulled his wallet out of his back pocket. "You going to the beer-4-less or a liquor store?"
Scratching idly at his stomach, Bam tried to hide the pathetic look of adoration at Jimmy as he strutted into the living room. He shook his head to hide that shit from Jared and looked back at him. Upon noticing he was reaching for his wallet, Bam waved his hand at him. "Put that shit way... it's on me and Jimbo..." He pulled a face at Jim and stuck out his tongue as his boyfriend stepped past him. "Well, me anyways..." Bam added with a chuckle. Returning his attention to the other man, he finally answered. "... you in the mood for the hard shit or a few brewskies?" Yeah, this was him trying to act normal. Be the same old repressed, closeted Bam he was... this was it.
"Which ever. You hit the beer store and I'd put back a few Rocks. You go for the hardstuff grab some Jager. Thanks, man." Jared said, still slightly skeptical. He thought if Jimmy fucking Bam meant the kid would be less annoying maybe it was worth the faggy shit in his house.
Jimmy slapped Bam's ass, it was becoming a habit he found himself doing without even thinking about it first. Grinning when Bam spun on him. "Come on Baby. I can hear the booze calling us from here."
Making exagerated bug eyes at Jimmy, Bam shook his head at his boyfriend. Dramatically looking towards Jared, he rolled his eyes. And fucking baby... here? A sudden grin spread across his face. Shit, Jim had just called him baby in front of asshole. No fucking way. Offering up a rather silly salute he practically skipped for the door and flung it open. Let Jimmy deal with the fallout about too much gay shit from Jared. Jingling his keys, Bam walked out of the apartment.
The fallout consisted of Jared rolling his eyes and giving Jimmy an I told you so sort of look as Jimmy shot him the bird on his way out the door. If he had his way they would just get beer. He climbed into the car. "Let's just hit the beer store. I don't think feeling like death warmed over tomorrow will make going back to work after days of slackin' easier." What he didn't say was he knew Bam and Jared were both cool with just a good beer buzz but could be nasty drunks on the hard shit. Espcially fuckin Jagermeister.