Seven Days [Ryan/Bam]
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. This did not happen. I am not implying that this happened. Blah, blah, blah.
AN: I’m getting back into writing even if I need to kick and scream at myself while I do it.
This is for nicb0723 because she’s awesome and I’ve written a little thing for her. ^_~ Love you babe.
Happy (belated) Birthday my dear.
Sorry it’s a little late.
Summary: Some times, Ryan’s too dense for Bam to be subtle.
Seven Days
It had all started seven days ago.
There had been a delivery - a large bouquet of flowers. Dico had taken the delivery, thinking that it was for Ape or something, but there was a card addressed to Ryan. They had all thought it weird, and left the large arrangement on the counter in the kitchen, waiting for Ryan to wake up that morning.
When he’d come down stairs, he’d barely commented on the flowers, just raising an eyebrow as he sat down to find his counter space invaded. April had asked if he would like to read his card, instead Ryan just took it from her, waved a hand and told her to enjoy the flowers. Which she did, placing them in the centre of the dinning room table in one of her favourite vases. Ryan didn’t bother telling anyone what was on the card.
The next day there had been something else, a box of chocolates. Once more there had been a card for Ryan and once more Ryan had left April do what she wanted with them, she opted for taking them down to her salon for her and the girls to eat while working, while Ryan took the card and didn’t tell anyone about it.
The third day it was a dinner for two reservation, telling Ryan to take whoever he wanted. Again, there was a small card, a note for him and him only. Ryan gave the ticket for the dinner to Phil, informing him that he should take April for a nice quiet meal out. By this time, everyone was getting curious as to what was going one.
“Aren’t you even a little bit curious?” Novak asked Ryan, sitting in at the Pirate Bar with a beer in hand. “I mean, they not only get the delivery to the door, but they send you something each day? You’ve got a fucking admirer.”
“Don’t care much. Not interested.” Ryan said, taking a swig of his beer.
“So why do you keep giving Ape the stuff?”
“What do I want with flowers, chocolate and a romantic dinner?” Ryan asked. “Ape and Phil will have far more fun than I will. And maybe Ape won’t be too annoyed when she notices that the washing machine is broke again.”
“What do you think will come tomorrow?” Dico asked, getting laughs from everyone. “If it’s a goat, can I get it?” More laughs erupted but Ryan just shook his head, a small smile on his lips.
Sure enough something arrived the next day, but it wasn’t a goat - much to Dico’s disappointment. Instead it was a mix tape - on CD. This time there was no note, and this time Ryan actually kept the gift, although no one knew what was on it. Ryan, although not a secretive person, had deemed this gift personal and private. Which meant that it had to hold some sort of meaning, which set everyone’s curiosity up yet another level. Who knew Ryan well enough to get spot on with music, to the extent that he wouldn’t share it? The idea that Ryan’s secret admirer may be someone they knew triggered mixed feelings.
One the fifth day there was a goat - more of a joke than anything else. And no one stopped laughing anytime they saw it, or saw Dico messing around with the goat. He’d already named it and was talking Glomb into building a little hut out back for the animal.
“Come on Glomb, Daisy needs a house. Please? Where else is she gonna sleep?” The comments went on so much that Bam joined in asking. Eventually, Glomb relented and Daisy did get a small hut built at the back, beside the patio.
“I think it’s cute.” Bam said, laughing slightly with Dico as Daisy inspected her new house.
The next day the delivery was a box, inside being a car part - something only Dunn seemed to understand. April had complained most of the day, mainly because the part was imported apparently, from the BMW manufactures and therefore was shipped. Meaning there was a large box sent, full of polystyrene bubbles, and Raab and Dico had started making a mess the moment Dunn had opened the box.
“How old are you? Seriously, are you mentally retarded?” Ape stood there, watching them, shaking her head and rolling her eyes. She’d walked away, going to work, and when she came back, the whole living room was spotless. She’d smiled at everyone the rest of the day and even ordered in everyone favourite food.
“Dude, should we like clean up after ourselves more often?” Dico asked Bam quietly at dinner.
“Nah, it’ll lose the shock factor if we do it all the time.” Bam told him with a laugh.
The seventh day was probably the weirdest gift. It was roses, seven of them, each with small notes attached. Ryan had been the one who took the delivery this time and had taken the notes off the roses and put them in a vase for April. Ryan really had been confused by the gifts, the only one that made sense to give him was the car part - which he had actually found something to do with it.
Sitting on his bed Ryan was trying to think over just what could be going on. Even the notes didn’t make sense. When the door opened and Bam walked in, Ryan smiled a little before sighing and falling back on his bed. Bam just joined him silently.
“What’s up?” He asked after a few minutes. They just lay there, side by side, Ryan’s arm resting against Bam’s arm. They were both comfortable to just lay there, in silence.
“I just, I dunno.” Ryan said, staring at the ceiling.
“Is it this secret admirer crap?” Bam asked quietly.
“No, well, a little.” Ryan admitted. “Who the fuck would send me fucking roses and chocolate. And the goat? That was just freaky.” Ryan said. It had been on his mind for a while - since the goat arrived actually. How did anyone hear that?
“It was supposed to be a joke.” Bam said, a tiny smile on his face. Ryan looked over at him, completely shocked and confused.
“What?”
“Well, I’d already arranged for the CD to be sent so I couldn’t send the goat the next day I had to wait another. But it was supposed to be a joke. I didn’t want to freak you out.”
“Wait, that was you?” Ryan asked, sitting up on his elbows.
“Well yeah, I just, I dunno, I thought it’d be easier but…god are you dense.”
“So it was all just a big joke?” Ryan said, somewhere between hurt and hopeful.
“No, dumbass, it wasn’t a joke.” Bam sat up; looking at Ryan with the same frustration he’d been feeling all week. Ryan had dismissed the first few gifts, taking them as jokes, and yeah, maybe April would’ve appreciated them more but damnit, Bam was trying to be romantic. But the mix tape seemed to work, and the car part which he’d found out was actually something Ryan would like. But Ryan was still completely oblivious.
Bam, still not sure of what words to use, decided to settle for good old fashioned actions. Pouncing so that Ryan couldn’t throw him off, Bam grabbed Ryan’s head and kissed him, hard, just so that Ryan would be well aware of his intentions. Ryan had no option but to let Bam kiss him. Bam had them both pressed down on the bed, him on top of Ryan, the elder’s hand automatically gripping at Bam’s waist when he was pushed down. Ryan just lay back, letting Bam kiss him, even when Bam coaxed Ryan into opening to let Bam’s tongue slide in. Bam let his tongue trail around Ryan’s mouth, trying to tease Ryan into joining in.
When Ryan’s grip on Bam’s hips loosened, and one hand trailed up Bam’s back, Bam felt a small smile tug at his lips before Bam let his hand skim under Ryan’s t-shirt. Ryan moaned into the kiss, his participation in the kiss becoming more adamant. Bam moved his legs, straddling Ryan and pressing harder into the kiss and letting his hands trail further up Ryan’s chest, rubbing his fingers over Ryan’s nipples, Ryan’s chest arching up to the touch.
Their lips parted and Bam took a small kiss to Ryan’s parted mouth before sitting back slightly, smiling a little while his fingers still trailed patterns on Ryan’s chest. “Do you get what I’m saying now?” Bam asked, pressing his hard on down against Ryan’s thigh. The blond groaned and pressed up into Bam, getting a moan of pleasure from the other male. Ryan’s hands pulled on Bam’s hips, rubbing his thigh against Bam’s crotch, making Bam moan and bit on his lip a little. “I was talking to Knoxville and Steve, and they guessed that it was you I was talking about. Knoxville said I should woo you, so I did, but I’m starting to think I should’ve gone with Steve’s suggestion.”
Ryan let Bam pull his t-shirt over his head and toss it to the floor. “What did Steve say?” Ryan asked, a slight hitch in his voice as Bam leaned down, trailing licks and light kisses across Ryan’s chest and neck.
“That I should pin you against a wall and just screw you.” A shudder ran through Ryan at that comment, furthering Bam’s idea that he really should’ve just followed Steve’s advice. Bam pulled off his own shirt, his hands moving to Ryan’s jeans, fingers fumbling with the button before he ended up just pulling at it. Bam pulled down the zipper and moved from straddling Ryan, pulling the jeans off with him. Shoes and socks came too, and all Ryan was left with was his boxers. Before he could move, Bam quickly crawled over him on the bed again, his mouth moving to trail up Ryan’s chest, one hand stroking up his thigh and over his boxers. When Bam’s hand cupped Ryan’s erection the blond arched into the touch, moaning slightly as he gripped onto Bam’s shoulder. There was a smile on Bam’s lips, seeing Ryan lie there, writhing on the bed and against his hand. Bam slowly moved down Ryan’s body, kissing and licking every inch of skin he could find, enjoying the moans and gasps from Ryan, one hand still on his shoulder, the other thrown over his eyes, hips moving of their own accord, trying to increase the pressure from Bam’s hand. The raven haired male gave a gentle squeeze to the hot flesh beneath his hand, enjoying the moan it dragged from Ryan, watching the play of emotion in his eyes.
“God Ryan, I’ve wanted you so much, for so long, just wanted to have you close, hold you, kiss you, make you see so much more than just Bam.” His fingers moved to tease at the hem of Ryan’s boxers, pulling the elastic band slightly before slowly pushing his fingers over the edge. Bam watched Ryan’s face for a negative reaction, although he really didn’t expect one now. The boxers were down and on the ground in a matter of seconds and Ryan’s low gasp at the cool air on his skin sent a thrill through Bam’s body. Placing soft and almost shy kisses on Ryan’s skin, Bam moved down his new lover’s body, memorising the taste and reactions from Ryan. When he reached Ryan’s cock, Bam’s tongue trailed a heat of wetness from the base to tip, getting an utterly self-indulgent moan from Ryan. Bam allowed a small smile before moving his hands under Ryan’s legs, pushing them up and bending them at the knee. Bam gazed at Ryan from his position between parted legs before moving, noticing the hitch in Ryan’s breathing just as his tongue darted out.
“Holy fuck, Bam!” Bam’s tongue continued to dart around Ryan’s ass, tasting and slicking at the same time. With the moans leaving Ryan’s throat Bam grew more confident in his actions and pressed in deeper to Ryan’s puckered hole. The light grip on his hair encouraged him, his own moan vibrating through Ryan, causing an echo effect and pushing Bam’s lust to the front of his mind. “Bam, dear God,” Ryan’s hand tangled deep into Bam’s hair, his hips bucking as Bam continued to tongue him. Teasing and sighing into his ministrations, Bam felt an overwhelming rush of power surge through him. “Bam, please, oh God.”
Bam pulled away, Ryan’s hand falling from his hair as Bam swiftly pulled his clothes off and moved between Ryan’s legs, leaning down and pressing their chests together as he crushed their lips together. Bam slowly pressed in, smiling slightly as Ryan’s head snapped back, breaking their kiss. Ryan bit down on his lip, a look of sheer pleasure on his face as he groaned out around his clenched teeth. The grip Bam had on Ryan’s hip increased as he pushed in deeper, sighing at the tight pressure around him, Ryan’s hands moving to Bam’s ass to try and speed up the process.
“Bam, more, please.” Bam all but thrust right in there, the soft pleading from Ryan making his blood surge downward, his control already fading. When Ryan moved just slightly, his hips moving upward and Bam falling even deeper into the tight heat that surrounded him, each of them gave up the inhibitions and let the desire and want just flow through them.
Bam pulled slowly from Ryan before thrusting right back in, his moan echoing in the room, the gasp from Ryan mingling with it and the soft slap of skin on skin joining in the sounds. All too soon the rhythm was found, Ryan’s soft pleading constant in the room as he writhed under Bam, trying to get more pressure, more friction, more anything. Just wanting and wanting. Their lips met just as Bam found that spot, and one harsh thrust against it brought stars to Ryan’s vision, a second thrust triggered the wave of heat in his chest, and just before Bam caught it in his third thrust, a firm grip wrapped around Ryan’s leaking erection and stroked in time, bringing Ryan to climax with a shout of Bam’s name and a low whimper in his throat.
The spasms from Ryan’s climax were almost too much for Bam, the tightening and clamping around his cock, pulling the sensations from him, the sight of Ryan lying under him, panting and moaning as Bam continued to fill him. The skater held out for a few more thrusts, moaning around the feel of Ryan tightening around him. With a cry Bam came, shuddering slightly as he braced himself over Ryan, until his strength gave out and Bam bonelessly sank to lie over Ryan, spent and trembling.
Ryan’s hand moved up Bam’s back, soothingly rubbing circles on the creamy skin, their breathing evening out, both close to sleep. And for the first time in almost a week, Ryan felt completely at peace.
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Sorry if it’s not what you expected sweetheart, and I am so very sorry that it took me so long to finally get this posted. I sometimes really hate having a life.
Feedback is nice.
AN: I’m getting back into writing even if I need to kick and scream at myself while I do it.
This is for nicb0723 because she’s awesome and I’ve written a little thing for her. ^_~ Love you babe.
Happy (belated) Birthday my dear.
Sorry it’s a little late.
Summary: Some times, Ryan’s too dense for Bam to be subtle.
Seven Days
It had all started seven days ago.
There had been a delivery - a large bouquet of flowers. Dico had taken the delivery, thinking that it was for Ape or something, but there was a card addressed to Ryan. They had all thought it weird, and left the large arrangement on the counter in the kitchen, waiting for Ryan to wake up that morning.
When he’d come down stairs, he’d barely commented on the flowers, just raising an eyebrow as he sat down to find his counter space invaded. April had asked if he would like to read his card, instead Ryan just took it from her, waved a hand and told her to enjoy the flowers. Which she did, placing them in the centre of the dinning room table in one of her favourite vases. Ryan didn’t bother telling anyone what was on the card.
The next day there had been something else, a box of chocolates. Once more there had been a card for Ryan and once more Ryan had left April do what she wanted with them, she opted for taking them down to her salon for her and the girls to eat while working, while Ryan took the card and didn’t tell anyone about it.
The third day it was a dinner for two reservation, telling Ryan to take whoever he wanted. Again, there was a small card, a note for him and him only. Ryan gave the ticket for the dinner to Phil, informing him that he should take April for a nice quiet meal out. By this time, everyone was getting curious as to what was going one.
“Aren’t you even a little bit curious?” Novak asked Ryan, sitting in at the Pirate Bar with a beer in hand. “I mean, they not only get the delivery to the door, but they send you something each day? You’ve got a fucking admirer.”
“Don’t care much. Not interested.” Ryan said, taking a swig of his beer.
“So why do you keep giving Ape the stuff?”
“What do I want with flowers, chocolate and a romantic dinner?” Ryan asked. “Ape and Phil will have far more fun than I will. And maybe Ape won’t be too annoyed when she notices that the washing machine is broke again.”
“What do you think will come tomorrow?” Dico asked, getting laughs from everyone. “If it’s a goat, can I get it?” More laughs erupted but Ryan just shook his head, a small smile on his lips.
Sure enough something arrived the next day, but it wasn’t a goat - much to Dico’s disappointment. Instead it was a mix tape - on CD. This time there was no note, and this time Ryan actually kept the gift, although no one knew what was on it. Ryan, although not a secretive person, had deemed this gift personal and private. Which meant that it had to hold some sort of meaning, which set everyone’s curiosity up yet another level. Who knew Ryan well enough to get spot on with music, to the extent that he wouldn’t share it? The idea that Ryan’s secret admirer may be someone they knew triggered mixed feelings.
One the fifth day there was a goat - more of a joke than anything else. And no one stopped laughing anytime they saw it, or saw Dico messing around with the goat. He’d already named it and was talking Glomb into building a little hut out back for the animal.
“Come on Glomb, Daisy needs a house. Please? Where else is she gonna sleep?” The comments went on so much that Bam joined in asking. Eventually, Glomb relented and Daisy did get a small hut built at the back, beside the patio.
“I think it’s cute.” Bam said, laughing slightly with Dico as Daisy inspected her new house.
The next day the delivery was a box, inside being a car part - something only Dunn seemed to understand. April had complained most of the day, mainly because the part was imported apparently, from the BMW manufactures and therefore was shipped. Meaning there was a large box sent, full of polystyrene bubbles, and Raab and Dico had started making a mess the moment Dunn had opened the box.
“How old are you? Seriously, are you mentally retarded?” Ape stood there, watching them, shaking her head and rolling her eyes. She’d walked away, going to work, and when she came back, the whole living room was spotless. She’d smiled at everyone the rest of the day and even ordered in everyone favourite food.
“Dude, should we like clean up after ourselves more often?” Dico asked Bam quietly at dinner.
“Nah, it’ll lose the shock factor if we do it all the time.” Bam told him with a laugh.
The seventh day was probably the weirdest gift. It was roses, seven of them, each with small notes attached. Ryan had been the one who took the delivery this time and had taken the notes off the roses and put them in a vase for April. Ryan really had been confused by the gifts, the only one that made sense to give him was the car part - which he had actually found something to do with it.
Sitting on his bed Ryan was trying to think over just what could be going on. Even the notes didn’t make sense. When the door opened and Bam walked in, Ryan smiled a little before sighing and falling back on his bed. Bam just joined him silently.
“What’s up?” He asked after a few minutes. They just lay there, side by side, Ryan’s arm resting against Bam’s arm. They were both comfortable to just lay there, in silence.
“I just, I dunno.” Ryan said, staring at the ceiling.
“Is it this secret admirer crap?” Bam asked quietly.
“No, well, a little.” Ryan admitted. “Who the fuck would send me fucking roses and chocolate. And the goat? That was just freaky.” Ryan said. It had been on his mind for a while - since the goat arrived actually. How did anyone hear that?
“It was supposed to be a joke.” Bam said, a tiny smile on his face. Ryan looked over at him, completely shocked and confused.
“What?”
“Well, I’d already arranged for the CD to be sent so I couldn’t send the goat the next day I had to wait another. But it was supposed to be a joke. I didn’t want to freak you out.”
“Wait, that was you?” Ryan asked, sitting up on his elbows.
“Well yeah, I just, I dunno, I thought it’d be easier but…god are you dense.”
“So it was all just a big joke?” Ryan said, somewhere between hurt and hopeful.
“No, dumbass, it wasn’t a joke.” Bam sat up; looking at Ryan with the same frustration he’d been feeling all week. Ryan had dismissed the first few gifts, taking them as jokes, and yeah, maybe April would’ve appreciated them more but damnit, Bam was trying to be romantic. But the mix tape seemed to work, and the car part which he’d found out was actually something Ryan would like. But Ryan was still completely oblivious.
Bam, still not sure of what words to use, decided to settle for good old fashioned actions. Pouncing so that Ryan couldn’t throw him off, Bam grabbed Ryan’s head and kissed him, hard, just so that Ryan would be well aware of his intentions. Ryan had no option but to let Bam kiss him. Bam had them both pressed down on the bed, him on top of Ryan, the elder’s hand automatically gripping at Bam’s waist when he was pushed down. Ryan just lay back, letting Bam kiss him, even when Bam coaxed Ryan into opening to let Bam’s tongue slide in. Bam let his tongue trail around Ryan’s mouth, trying to tease Ryan into joining in.
When Ryan’s grip on Bam’s hips loosened, and one hand trailed up Bam’s back, Bam felt a small smile tug at his lips before Bam let his hand skim under Ryan’s t-shirt. Ryan moaned into the kiss, his participation in the kiss becoming more adamant. Bam moved his legs, straddling Ryan and pressing harder into the kiss and letting his hands trail further up Ryan’s chest, rubbing his fingers over Ryan’s nipples, Ryan’s chest arching up to the touch.
Their lips parted and Bam took a small kiss to Ryan’s parted mouth before sitting back slightly, smiling a little while his fingers still trailed patterns on Ryan’s chest. “Do you get what I’m saying now?” Bam asked, pressing his hard on down against Ryan’s thigh. The blond groaned and pressed up into Bam, getting a moan of pleasure from the other male. Ryan’s hands pulled on Bam’s hips, rubbing his thigh against Bam’s crotch, making Bam moan and bit on his lip a little. “I was talking to Knoxville and Steve, and they guessed that it was you I was talking about. Knoxville said I should woo you, so I did, but I’m starting to think I should’ve gone with Steve’s suggestion.”
Ryan let Bam pull his t-shirt over his head and toss it to the floor. “What did Steve say?” Ryan asked, a slight hitch in his voice as Bam leaned down, trailing licks and light kisses across Ryan’s chest and neck.
“That I should pin you against a wall and just screw you.” A shudder ran through Ryan at that comment, furthering Bam’s idea that he really should’ve just followed Steve’s advice. Bam pulled off his own shirt, his hands moving to Ryan’s jeans, fingers fumbling with the button before he ended up just pulling at it. Bam pulled down the zipper and moved from straddling Ryan, pulling the jeans off with him. Shoes and socks came too, and all Ryan was left with was his boxers. Before he could move, Bam quickly crawled over him on the bed again, his mouth moving to trail up Ryan’s chest, one hand stroking up his thigh and over his boxers. When Bam’s hand cupped Ryan’s erection the blond arched into the touch, moaning slightly as he gripped onto Bam’s shoulder. There was a smile on Bam’s lips, seeing Ryan lie there, writhing on the bed and against his hand. Bam slowly moved down Ryan’s body, kissing and licking every inch of skin he could find, enjoying the moans and gasps from Ryan, one hand still on his shoulder, the other thrown over his eyes, hips moving of their own accord, trying to increase the pressure from Bam’s hand. The raven haired male gave a gentle squeeze to the hot flesh beneath his hand, enjoying the moan it dragged from Ryan, watching the play of emotion in his eyes.
“God Ryan, I’ve wanted you so much, for so long, just wanted to have you close, hold you, kiss you, make you see so much more than just Bam.” His fingers moved to tease at the hem of Ryan’s boxers, pulling the elastic band slightly before slowly pushing his fingers over the edge. Bam watched Ryan’s face for a negative reaction, although he really didn’t expect one now. The boxers were down and on the ground in a matter of seconds and Ryan’s low gasp at the cool air on his skin sent a thrill through Bam’s body. Placing soft and almost shy kisses on Ryan’s skin, Bam moved down his new lover’s body, memorising the taste and reactions from Ryan. When he reached Ryan’s cock, Bam’s tongue trailed a heat of wetness from the base to tip, getting an utterly self-indulgent moan from Ryan. Bam allowed a small smile before moving his hands under Ryan’s legs, pushing them up and bending them at the knee. Bam gazed at Ryan from his position between parted legs before moving, noticing the hitch in Ryan’s breathing just as his tongue darted out.
“Holy fuck, Bam!” Bam’s tongue continued to dart around Ryan’s ass, tasting and slicking at the same time. With the moans leaving Ryan’s throat Bam grew more confident in his actions and pressed in deeper to Ryan’s puckered hole. The light grip on his hair encouraged him, his own moan vibrating through Ryan, causing an echo effect and pushing Bam’s lust to the front of his mind. “Bam, dear God,” Ryan’s hand tangled deep into Bam’s hair, his hips bucking as Bam continued to tongue him. Teasing and sighing into his ministrations, Bam felt an overwhelming rush of power surge through him. “Bam, please, oh God.”
Bam pulled away, Ryan’s hand falling from his hair as Bam swiftly pulled his clothes off and moved between Ryan’s legs, leaning down and pressing their chests together as he crushed their lips together. Bam slowly pressed in, smiling slightly as Ryan’s head snapped back, breaking their kiss. Ryan bit down on his lip, a look of sheer pleasure on his face as he groaned out around his clenched teeth. The grip Bam had on Ryan’s hip increased as he pushed in deeper, sighing at the tight pressure around him, Ryan’s hands moving to Bam’s ass to try and speed up the process.
“Bam, more, please.” Bam all but thrust right in there, the soft pleading from Ryan making his blood surge downward, his control already fading. When Ryan moved just slightly, his hips moving upward and Bam falling even deeper into the tight heat that surrounded him, each of them gave up the inhibitions and let the desire and want just flow through them.
Bam pulled slowly from Ryan before thrusting right back in, his moan echoing in the room, the gasp from Ryan mingling with it and the soft slap of skin on skin joining in the sounds. All too soon the rhythm was found, Ryan’s soft pleading constant in the room as he writhed under Bam, trying to get more pressure, more friction, more anything. Just wanting and wanting. Their lips met just as Bam found that spot, and one harsh thrust against it brought stars to Ryan’s vision, a second thrust triggered the wave of heat in his chest, and just before Bam caught it in his third thrust, a firm grip wrapped around Ryan’s leaking erection and stroked in time, bringing Ryan to climax with a shout of Bam’s name and a low whimper in his throat.
The spasms from Ryan’s climax were almost too much for Bam, the tightening and clamping around his cock, pulling the sensations from him, the sight of Ryan lying under him, panting and moaning as Bam continued to fill him. The skater held out for a few more thrusts, moaning around the feel of Ryan tightening around him. With a cry Bam came, shuddering slightly as he braced himself over Ryan, until his strength gave out and Bam bonelessly sank to lie over Ryan, spent and trembling.
Ryan’s hand moved up Bam’s back, soothingly rubbing circles on the creamy skin, their breathing evening out, both close to sleep. And for the first time in almost a week, Ryan felt completely at peace.
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Sorry if it’s not what you expected sweetheart, and I am so very sorry that it took me so long to finally get this posted. I sometimes really hate having a life.
Feedback is nice.