Lala it's been a while.
Title Zen
Rating PG-13
Author Roz
Summary Bam is with Ryan...but everyone knows that's not who he loves. [Bam/Ryan and implied Vam]
A/N Urgh. This is me easing my way back into the fandom, 'cause I've been on some kind of hiatus or whatever. If this sucks, I'm sorry and I'll make it up to you with a smut!fic which is still being written.
Ryan wraps his arms around Bam’s too-thin waist from behind. The skater turns his head a little, “Hey”, he drawls lazily. “How’s your head?”
Ryan shrugs lightly. It actually still hurts like a bitch and he’s sure his hip is never going to be the same again but he just grits his teeth. “It’s okay and you know...Knoxville definitely got the shitty end of the stick this time ‘round.” He states, referring to the incident in Gnar Kill the golf-cart. He didn’t like to tell Bam, but he was still really shaken up about it. Instead, he opted to stand back and let everyone fuss over Johnny. It’s easier to suffer in silence.
“Maybe.” Says Bam quietly. “But it’s you I’m worried about he...Knoxville’s like a cat man he just bounces the fuck back up.” His voice is weak and wavering.
“Homesick.” Says Ryan. It isn’t a question.
Bam sighs against him. “Something like that.” And Ryan knows there and then that his lover his thinking of Ville. Thinking of him again, like he’s a god. Like he’s Bam’s only chance of redemption.
“You could just say I…everyone knows you still love him.”
Bam stiffens against Ryan’s chest and tries to pull away. “Not now, Ry’ please. Please.”
And Ryan thinks he can’t remember a time Bam actually begged so desperately, but he clings to the skater’s prominent hip bones like his life depends upon it. “Just admit it, Bam, you’re not over him.” Ryan sighs sadly. He isn’t really that sad because he knows Ville just thinks of Bam as a friend, didn’t appreciate being kissed by him that time Bam got drunk. He isn’t sad because, you know, Bam doesn’t have any other choice than to stay.
He’s ducked his chin, so Ryan lifts it gently with his hand. “Just say it.”
“I love him.” Bam says, words flowing on shaky breath.
Ryan smiles and hugs Bam close. “Good boy.” He whispers.
And that’s that.
Fin
Author note: Yeah suckage I know. I promise that next time will be better o_o
Rating PG-13
Author Roz
Summary Bam is with Ryan...but everyone knows that's not who he loves. [Bam/Ryan and implied Vam]
A/N Urgh. This is me easing my way back into the fandom, 'cause I've been on some kind of hiatus or whatever. If this sucks, I'm sorry and I'll make it up to you with a smut!fic which is still being written.
Ryan wraps his arms around Bam’s too-thin waist from behind. The skater turns his head a little, “Hey”, he drawls lazily. “How’s your head?”
Ryan shrugs lightly. It actually still hurts like a bitch and he’s sure his hip is never going to be the same again but he just grits his teeth. “It’s okay and you know...Knoxville definitely got the shitty end of the stick this time ‘round.” He states, referring to the incident in Gnar Kill the golf-cart. He didn’t like to tell Bam, but he was still really shaken up about it. Instead, he opted to stand back and let everyone fuss over Johnny. It’s easier to suffer in silence.
“Maybe.” Says Bam quietly. “But it’s you I’m worried about he...Knoxville’s like a cat man he just bounces the fuck back up.” His voice is weak and wavering.
“Homesick.” Says Ryan. It isn’t a question.
Bam sighs against him. “Something like that.” And Ryan knows there and then that his lover his thinking of Ville. Thinking of him again, like he’s a god. Like he’s Bam’s only chance of redemption.
“You could just say I…everyone knows you still love him.”
Bam stiffens against Ryan’s chest and tries to pull away. “Not now, Ry’ please. Please.”
And Ryan thinks he can’t remember a time Bam actually begged so desperately, but he clings to the skater’s prominent hip bones like his life depends upon it. “Just admit it, Bam, you’re not over him.” Ryan sighs sadly. He isn’t really that sad because he knows Ville just thinks of Bam as a friend, didn’t appreciate being kissed by him that time Bam got drunk. He isn’t sad because, you know, Bam doesn’t have any other choice than to stay.
He’s ducked his chin, so Ryan lifts it gently with his hand. “Just say it.”
“I love him.” Bam says, words flowing on shaky breath.
Ryan smiles and hugs Bam close. “Good boy.” He whispers.
And that’s that.
Fin
Author note: Yeah suckage I know. I promise that next time will be better o_o