Culmination
Title: Culmination
Chapter: 1
Fandom: Jackass/Viva La Bam
Rating: Mild NC-17
Pairing: Bam/Ryan/Johnny
Warning: Spoilers for Viva La Bam’s Fort Knoxville and Jackass 2...
Disclaimer: It’s fiction. Learn it, live it… love it.
Word Count: 2627
Summary: A follow-up to the branding incident...
Beta: Abysmal Seraph
When the laughter dies down and the cameras stop rolling, Ryan approaches Bam. He doesn’t say anything… he doesn’t have to. “No, I’m not fucking alright!”
Hands upon his hips, Dunn’s gaze falls to the watering trough. “We should probably get a medic over here…”
Johnny’s voice booms out. “Medic!”
Soon there’s a rustle of people surrounding Bam. All of them kneeling to peer at the damage to his ass. Under different circumstances, he’d be reveling in this near worshipful attention. Through half-lidded eyes he stares at Ryan; stares at him until he’s sure he must be burning a hole through his god-awful straw cowboy hat. When Dunn finally looks up, the guilt is written all over his face. It’s not funny anymore.
Bam forces a smile through the almost electric sizzle of pain running a direct current from his ass to his shoulders. I volunteered for this dumb shit. Why should Ryan be standing there mentally kicking the shit out of himself for it? All too soon the pain is overwhelming and he’s pinching his eyes shut to hold back the tears. Fuck it if I’m gonna cry in front of Knoxville.
When the medics are finally done coating his ass with cream and gauze, Bam relaxes. He’s only halfway listening as supplies are placed in his hand and directions are given. He nods as expected and promises to check in with a doctor in a few days. Bam’s scanning the area for Dunn as soon as he can escape their clutches. He finds him sitting hunched over side by side to Knoxville on a straw bale. He can’t tell what they’re saying. Their voices are a hushed whisper as he inches towards them. He takes a startled step backwards when Knoxville wraps his arm around Ryan and gives him a comforting squeeze.
This has become way too damn serious. “Either of you assholes planning on taking my branded ass to the bar?”
Knoxville stands and face him first. The fact that they can’t very well drive Bam there legally hits him. “Sure… let’s get the limo.”
“The limo… fuck, it’s just for a couple of beers.”
“You planning on sitting in the driver’s seat of your hummer then?”
Bam’s face fell. Well, shit. He’s starting to get pissed again then he catches sight of Dunn who has just stood. Back still turned to him, Bam can see his shoulders flex as he rubs his hands over his face. He’s trying to hide it, but Bam can see that he’s wiping tears from his face. “Go on then… we’ll meet you there, Johnny…” To his surprise, Knoxville nods and wiping his hands distractedly on his pants, turns and walks toward the carpool area.
Nudging Dunn’s shoulder with his own, Bam tries to force nonchalance into his voice. “Hey Random… you gonna come get shit-faced with me and Knoxville?”
Attempting to hide his sniffle with a loud snort, Ryan kicks the ground at his feet, causing a cloud of dirt and dust to billow up. “I’m buying…”
“You bet your ass you are!” Bam flashes a toothy grin at Dunn and side by side they make their way to the limo.
“Fuck you , Knoxville…” Bam throws out viciously as he climbs in. He knows he looks like an idiot kneeling at their feet. But the alternative is so much worse. He knows Dunn won’t take advantage of his ass sticking in their face… but Johnny is another story.
***
It’s the fingers playing along the hem of his shirt that finally draws his attention to Knoxville sitting beside him. Bam’s on what he thinks is around his sixth beer… not to mention the double shot of whiskey that Dunn had quietly placed before him. The two of them have caught him trying to sit back on his stool more times than he can count. And all he wants to really do is relax against the sticky leather and unwind from the day. Their hands serve as the only reminder as to why exactly he’s standing… yes, standing… at the bar getting so drunk he won’t even have to pull a stunt to be puking until his gut is clenching the next morning. Ryan’s still strangely withdrawn. You’d have thought he’d made a move on some girl only to be brutally shoved off. You’d have thought he’d just been accused of taking advantage of some chick a little too close to eighteen for it to be seen as anything else.
“Hey…” Bam slurs his words as he reaches out to wrap an arm around Dunn’s shoulder.
“How you doing?” Dunn mumbles.
Before he realizes what he’s doing, Bam’s reaching out with his other hand and combing it through the ever-growing mass of Ryan’s beard. “I’m good… really good.” He giggles and the sound of his own voice only sends him into further hysterics as his laugh gets shriller. Dunn’s looking at him like he’s been possessed, lips parted in shock and his own beer is swiftly set back on the counter. Bam’s too drunk to care and feeling way too good to pass it up… he leans forward and presses a messy kiss just over Ryan’s exposed bottom lip. Behind them, Knoxville chokes on his beer. Grinning into Dunn’s mouth, Bam surges forward, deepening the kiss. To his surprise, Ryan moans softly and actively participates this time around. His lips still taste of the beer he’d been sipping on just moment before.
Johnny’s manic laugh fills their ears and they are jerking away from one another to glare at him when Bam notices… when Bam remembers they are in a public place. A fucking bar… where we could get our asses kicked for what we just did. And heaven help me… my ass doesn’t need any more abuse tonight. Knoxville’s voice sounds forced as he mocks them. “Where’s a fucking camera crew when you need them? That would have sold a million more fucking tickets. I didn’t think you guys would actually do it…”
And Dunn’s caught on to the ruse. “Asshole drank my beer… I had to at least get a taste of it… it was a fucking Guinness!”
The crowd is snickering. Bam can’t help but smile as he reaches over and snatches the half full glass of dark foamy liquid laying in wait near Ryan’s hands. He chugs it and burps loudly in the blonde’s face. There’s another round of laughter. Thank fucking god… Shoulders visibly relaxing, Bam turns a drunken stare to Knoxville and nods in a silent thank you. Johnny’s lips quirk in a quiet smile before he downs the last of his own beer. He throws some fifties down on the counter and waves over the bartender. “Round on the house…” A loud whoop echoes in the darkened bar room as Knoxville smiles at Bam and Dunn. At least this time, Knoxville is paying with cash. Bam can‘t help but chuckle. Johnny joins him before motioning at the door. “Let’s get outta here. I have a bottle of Jack back at the hotel with our names on it…”
***
Back in the limo, Dunn’s found his voice and it is shaking. “Fuck, that was close!” He punches Bam in the arm. “What the fuck were you thinking?!”
Bam’s back on his knees on the limo floor, his head resting comfortably on the upholstery between Ryan and Johnny. The entire backseat is spinning, but he’s not gonna tell these two fucks that. He just giggles… again. Dunn’s thigh is right there… it would be so easy to run his hand up his thigh and press it against his cock.; just to see what his friend would do. Knoxville shifts beside him, and turning his head to the movement, Bam decides it would be just as easy to do the same to him. Imagining the thoroughly scandalized look they’d both get on their faces cracks him up and he’s laughing harder. And Knoxville’s joining him… never one to pass up a good laugh even if he doesn’t know what the fuck is going on.
So Bam does it. He rests both of his hands on their thighs and one could almost assume that his drunk ass is seeking to balance himself as they take a sharp turn… that is until his hands press forward. He’s climbing to his feet and once again taking advantage of Ryan’s slack jaw. When Dunn’s cock twitches in his grip, Bam thanks the deities that he isn’t being shoved down hard on his ass with accusations of faggotry following. Then he remembers Johnny… who has stopped laughing. And Bam could have sworn he had intended to grope him as well. He tightens his fist. Knoxville lets out a startled squeak of a gasp before letting loose a litany of curses. Dunn laughs into Bam’s mouth and is soon so caught up in his mirth that he’s burying his face in his friend’s scarved neck.
“How much did you drink, Bam? Jesus!” Knoxville inquires and much to Bam’s dismay, pushes his hand from his lap.
“Enough…” He replies, pouting. There’s a warm body still not pushing him away, so he leans into it and inhales the scent. There’s a rumbling in the chest he’s pressed against. Ryan’s laughing again.
“Dude, you are gonna so regret this tomorrow morning…”
All jovial, blissed-out drunkenness is gone from his voice as Bam looks into Ryan’s eyes and answers. “No… I won’t.” Dunn’s shocked silent at his tone. He doesn’t even fucking blink… he just stares. Bam’s gut starts to twist in fear. Maybe I’ve gotten this all wrong. All these years leading up to this… maybe I’ve got it all the hell wrong. He just about collapses mindlessly against the seat behind him, forgetful of his ass’ condition, when Ryan’s hands twist into his hair and jerk him forward. Their lips collide so violently that Knoxville must be bouncing at the sound of their teeth clacking against each other. Bam manages to straddle and settle upon Dunn’s lap without too much discomfort as he loses himself in their kisses.
“Oh fuck…” Dunn whispers when they come up for air; his lips still pressed against the corner of Bam’s mouth. “I thought you’d never forgive me for hurting you… I never thought you’d…” He places a light , teasing kiss on the corner of Bam’s lips. “That you ‘d want this… want me…”
Johnny and Bam both chuckle breathlessly, but Knoxville is the first two speak. “Took you two oblivious shits long enough…” He turns to face them, his legs propped up on the back seat. “Well, don’t stop on my account, assholes.” And they almost expect a laugh… it doesn’t come.
“What? You’re just going to watch?” Bam peers out from behind his and Ryan’s hair.
“I can always hold you down so Dunn could have his way with you…” Johnny leers.
Bam’s cock twitches at the thought, earning a startled gasp from Ryan. “Holy shit…” Dunn’s eyes widen at him pausing for less than a minute before turning to Knoxville. “Do it.”
In less than a flash, Johnny’s sitting across from Dunn, his arms outstretched and ready to pull Bam flush against his chest. The familiarity of the scene sends shivers down his spine. The only one missing from all this is a hefty snake wrapped around Ryan’s bicep. Bam must be recalling it as well… as he whispers, “Touch it…” and chuckles.
“He didn’t mean the snake…” Knoxville adds and soon everyone is laughing lightly over past pranks. Not to be deterred, Johnny grabs Bam’s arms and tugs them behind his back; lacing his own around them tight, yet making sure there is plenty of space between Bam’s ass and the seat.
Licking his lips, Dunn leans forward resting his elbows upon his knees. “Are you ready?” he asks Bam with a meaningful tone in his voice.
And Bam is so ready he’s practically begging to be touched, but he wouldn’t dare give either of them that ammo . He’d rather die of blue balls then beg in front of either of them. Curling his lip into a sneer, he challenges Ryan. “Are you?”
“You bet your sweet ass I am…” Dunn replies.
Behind them Johnny giggles, “Look at that peach…” He parrots into Bam’s ear.
Fuckers. But I can use this against them… I just have to figure out how. His plotting is sidetracked when Ryan reaches out and runs his fingers over Bam’s clothed stomach. His blunt nails catch on the fabric as they scrape against him. When Dunn’s fingers skirt along the waistline of his jeans, Bam brings out the big guns and widens his eyes at him.
The pause is noticeable. Ryan’s just sitting there, fingers barely tucked into Bam’s pants. If they’re waiting for the ball to drop, they’re going to be waiting a lifetime… because there’s no way that I’m going to turn back now. Patience damn well isn’t a virtue of mine, but I may have found fucking god on Dunn’s lips tonight. I’d wait forever and a day… and still be here on my knees ready to take anything he has to offer.
Ryan’s insecurity flutters away with each passing second and soon his fingers are clumsily trying to unfasten Bam’s pants. He’s about to jerk them down when Knoxville coughs in objection. That seems to startle Dunn out of his trance and he drops to his knees in front of them, reaching around to gently pull boxers and jeans over the mess of gauze guarding Bam’s wounds. Reality strikes when Bam hisses at the cool air rushing over his tender ass and hardened cock. We are really about to do this. It isn’t a prank… and it’s far past too late to turn back now.
Ryan drags his thumbs over the sensitive flesh between Bam’s torso and thighs, stopping just short of the ink that decorates the flesh there. Leaning forward, he presses his lips to Bam’s chin and whispers, “I’m sorry…” Their foreheads touching, they breathe together. If I could find the words I would tell Ryan how I don’t blame him for the holographic scars burned onto my ass; that I don’t blame him for anything he’s ever done to me… But Dunn’s hand is wrapped around his cock and tugging none-too-gently. Knoxville grunts into Bam’s ear with every twist of the blonde’s wrist.
Bam’s arching into his touch, his arms held wonderfully snug behind him. He’s captive to their touch and he wouldn’t have it any other way. Each sway of the limo sends his equilibrium tumbling over itself. Combined with the brutal touch of Ryan’s fingertips, he’s so close to the fucking edge he’s about damn ready to jump. The world comes to a standstill as Bam’s inhales sharply. His voice breaks as he cries out and empties every feeling from his body through his cock.
Knoxville’s unique sense of observation is not lost on the event as he murmurs, “Sweet Jesus…” before dragging his teeth and lips over Bam’s ear. “I wish I could fuck you right here… right now…”
The only one to notice the slowing of the vehicle is Dunn. “Later…” he suggests and begins the slow process of pulling Bam’s pants back up over his hips. “Johnny…” he threatens when Knoxville’s hold on Bam’s arms doesn’t loosen.
“We could lock the doors…” He offers.
Dunn shakes his head. “Or we could move this up to your room…”
“Don’t I have a say in this, assholes?”
Both sets of eyes fall on him before the pair cracks up. “Fine, Bam Bam… what do you want to do?” Ryan asks.
“Hotel… and you two shits better treat me like a god-damn king…”
Chapter Two
Chapter: 1
Fandom: Jackass/Viva La Bam
Rating: Mild NC-17
Pairing: Bam/Ryan/Johnny
Warning: Spoilers for Viva La Bam’s Fort Knoxville and Jackass 2...
Disclaimer: It’s fiction. Learn it, live it… love it.
Word Count: 2627
Summary: A follow-up to the branding incident...
Beta: Abysmal Seraph
When the laughter dies down and the cameras stop rolling, Ryan approaches Bam. He doesn’t say anything… he doesn’t have to. “No, I’m not fucking alright!”
Hands upon his hips, Dunn’s gaze falls to the watering trough. “We should probably get a medic over here…”
Johnny’s voice booms out. “Medic!”
Soon there’s a rustle of people surrounding Bam. All of them kneeling to peer at the damage to his ass. Under different circumstances, he’d be reveling in this near worshipful attention. Through half-lidded eyes he stares at Ryan; stares at him until he’s sure he must be burning a hole through his god-awful straw cowboy hat. When Dunn finally looks up, the guilt is written all over his face. It’s not funny anymore.
Bam forces a smile through the almost electric sizzle of pain running a direct current from his ass to his shoulders. I volunteered for this dumb shit. Why should Ryan be standing there mentally kicking the shit out of himself for it? All too soon the pain is overwhelming and he’s pinching his eyes shut to hold back the tears. Fuck it if I’m gonna cry in front of Knoxville.
When the medics are finally done coating his ass with cream and gauze, Bam relaxes. He’s only halfway listening as supplies are placed in his hand and directions are given. He nods as expected and promises to check in with a doctor in a few days. Bam’s scanning the area for Dunn as soon as he can escape their clutches. He finds him sitting hunched over side by side to Knoxville on a straw bale. He can’t tell what they’re saying. Their voices are a hushed whisper as he inches towards them. He takes a startled step backwards when Knoxville wraps his arm around Ryan and gives him a comforting squeeze.
This has become way too damn serious. “Either of you assholes planning on taking my branded ass to the bar?”
Knoxville stands and face him first. The fact that they can’t very well drive Bam there legally hits him. “Sure… let’s get the limo.”
“The limo… fuck, it’s just for a couple of beers.”
“You planning on sitting in the driver’s seat of your hummer then?”
Bam’s face fell. Well, shit. He’s starting to get pissed again then he catches sight of Dunn who has just stood. Back still turned to him, Bam can see his shoulders flex as he rubs his hands over his face. He’s trying to hide it, but Bam can see that he’s wiping tears from his face. “Go on then… we’ll meet you there, Johnny…” To his surprise, Knoxville nods and wiping his hands distractedly on his pants, turns and walks toward the carpool area.
Nudging Dunn’s shoulder with his own, Bam tries to force nonchalance into his voice. “Hey Random… you gonna come get shit-faced with me and Knoxville?”
Attempting to hide his sniffle with a loud snort, Ryan kicks the ground at his feet, causing a cloud of dirt and dust to billow up. “I’m buying…”
“You bet your ass you are!” Bam flashes a toothy grin at Dunn and side by side they make their way to the limo.
“Fuck you , Knoxville…” Bam throws out viciously as he climbs in. He knows he looks like an idiot kneeling at their feet. But the alternative is so much worse. He knows Dunn won’t take advantage of his ass sticking in their face… but Johnny is another story.
***
It’s the fingers playing along the hem of his shirt that finally draws his attention to Knoxville sitting beside him. Bam’s on what he thinks is around his sixth beer… not to mention the double shot of whiskey that Dunn had quietly placed before him. The two of them have caught him trying to sit back on his stool more times than he can count. And all he wants to really do is relax against the sticky leather and unwind from the day. Their hands serve as the only reminder as to why exactly he’s standing… yes, standing… at the bar getting so drunk he won’t even have to pull a stunt to be puking until his gut is clenching the next morning. Ryan’s still strangely withdrawn. You’d have thought he’d made a move on some girl only to be brutally shoved off. You’d have thought he’d just been accused of taking advantage of some chick a little too close to eighteen for it to be seen as anything else.
“Hey…” Bam slurs his words as he reaches out to wrap an arm around Dunn’s shoulder.
“How you doing?” Dunn mumbles.
Before he realizes what he’s doing, Bam’s reaching out with his other hand and combing it through the ever-growing mass of Ryan’s beard. “I’m good… really good.” He giggles and the sound of his own voice only sends him into further hysterics as his laugh gets shriller. Dunn’s looking at him like he’s been possessed, lips parted in shock and his own beer is swiftly set back on the counter. Bam’s too drunk to care and feeling way too good to pass it up… he leans forward and presses a messy kiss just over Ryan’s exposed bottom lip. Behind them, Knoxville chokes on his beer. Grinning into Dunn’s mouth, Bam surges forward, deepening the kiss. To his surprise, Ryan moans softly and actively participates this time around. His lips still taste of the beer he’d been sipping on just moment before.
Johnny’s manic laugh fills their ears and they are jerking away from one another to glare at him when Bam notices… when Bam remembers they are in a public place. A fucking bar… where we could get our asses kicked for what we just did. And heaven help me… my ass doesn’t need any more abuse tonight. Knoxville’s voice sounds forced as he mocks them. “Where’s a fucking camera crew when you need them? That would have sold a million more fucking tickets. I didn’t think you guys would actually do it…”
And Dunn’s caught on to the ruse. “Asshole drank my beer… I had to at least get a taste of it… it was a fucking Guinness!”
The crowd is snickering. Bam can’t help but smile as he reaches over and snatches the half full glass of dark foamy liquid laying in wait near Ryan’s hands. He chugs it and burps loudly in the blonde’s face. There’s another round of laughter. Thank fucking god… Shoulders visibly relaxing, Bam turns a drunken stare to Knoxville and nods in a silent thank you. Johnny’s lips quirk in a quiet smile before he downs the last of his own beer. He throws some fifties down on the counter and waves over the bartender. “Round on the house…” A loud whoop echoes in the darkened bar room as Knoxville smiles at Bam and Dunn. At least this time, Knoxville is paying with cash. Bam can‘t help but chuckle. Johnny joins him before motioning at the door. “Let’s get outta here. I have a bottle of Jack back at the hotel with our names on it…”
***
Back in the limo, Dunn’s found his voice and it is shaking. “Fuck, that was close!” He punches Bam in the arm. “What the fuck were you thinking?!”
Bam’s back on his knees on the limo floor, his head resting comfortably on the upholstery between Ryan and Johnny. The entire backseat is spinning, but he’s not gonna tell these two fucks that. He just giggles… again. Dunn’s thigh is right there… it would be so easy to run his hand up his thigh and press it against his cock.; just to see what his friend would do. Knoxville shifts beside him, and turning his head to the movement, Bam decides it would be just as easy to do the same to him. Imagining the thoroughly scandalized look they’d both get on their faces cracks him up and he’s laughing harder. And Knoxville’s joining him… never one to pass up a good laugh even if he doesn’t know what the fuck is going on.
So Bam does it. He rests both of his hands on their thighs and one could almost assume that his drunk ass is seeking to balance himself as they take a sharp turn… that is until his hands press forward. He’s climbing to his feet and once again taking advantage of Ryan’s slack jaw. When Dunn’s cock twitches in his grip, Bam thanks the deities that he isn’t being shoved down hard on his ass with accusations of faggotry following. Then he remembers Johnny… who has stopped laughing. And Bam could have sworn he had intended to grope him as well. He tightens his fist. Knoxville lets out a startled squeak of a gasp before letting loose a litany of curses. Dunn laughs into Bam’s mouth and is soon so caught up in his mirth that he’s burying his face in his friend’s scarved neck.
“How much did you drink, Bam? Jesus!” Knoxville inquires and much to Bam’s dismay, pushes his hand from his lap.
“Enough…” He replies, pouting. There’s a warm body still not pushing him away, so he leans into it and inhales the scent. There’s a rumbling in the chest he’s pressed against. Ryan’s laughing again.
“Dude, you are gonna so regret this tomorrow morning…”
All jovial, blissed-out drunkenness is gone from his voice as Bam looks into Ryan’s eyes and answers. “No… I won’t.” Dunn’s shocked silent at his tone. He doesn’t even fucking blink… he just stares. Bam’s gut starts to twist in fear. Maybe I’ve gotten this all wrong. All these years leading up to this… maybe I’ve got it all the hell wrong. He just about collapses mindlessly against the seat behind him, forgetful of his ass’ condition, when Ryan’s hands twist into his hair and jerk him forward. Their lips collide so violently that Knoxville must be bouncing at the sound of their teeth clacking against each other. Bam manages to straddle and settle upon Dunn’s lap without too much discomfort as he loses himself in their kisses.
“Oh fuck…” Dunn whispers when they come up for air; his lips still pressed against the corner of Bam’s mouth. “I thought you’d never forgive me for hurting you… I never thought you’d…” He places a light , teasing kiss on the corner of Bam’s lips. “That you ‘d want this… want me…”
Johnny and Bam both chuckle breathlessly, but Knoxville is the first two speak. “Took you two oblivious shits long enough…” He turns to face them, his legs propped up on the back seat. “Well, don’t stop on my account, assholes.” And they almost expect a laugh… it doesn’t come.
“What? You’re just going to watch?” Bam peers out from behind his and Ryan’s hair.
“I can always hold you down so Dunn could have his way with you…” Johnny leers.
Bam’s cock twitches at the thought, earning a startled gasp from Ryan. “Holy shit…” Dunn’s eyes widen at him pausing for less than a minute before turning to Knoxville. “Do it.”
In less than a flash, Johnny’s sitting across from Dunn, his arms outstretched and ready to pull Bam flush against his chest. The familiarity of the scene sends shivers down his spine. The only one missing from all this is a hefty snake wrapped around Ryan’s bicep. Bam must be recalling it as well… as he whispers, “Touch it…” and chuckles.
“He didn’t mean the snake…” Knoxville adds and soon everyone is laughing lightly over past pranks. Not to be deterred, Johnny grabs Bam’s arms and tugs them behind his back; lacing his own around them tight, yet making sure there is plenty of space between Bam’s ass and the seat.
Licking his lips, Dunn leans forward resting his elbows upon his knees. “Are you ready?” he asks Bam with a meaningful tone in his voice.
And Bam is so ready he’s practically begging to be touched, but he wouldn’t dare give either of them that ammo . He’d rather die of blue balls then beg in front of either of them. Curling his lip into a sneer, he challenges Ryan. “Are you?”
“You bet your sweet ass I am…” Dunn replies.
Behind them Johnny giggles, “Look at that peach…” He parrots into Bam’s ear.
Fuckers. But I can use this against them… I just have to figure out how. His plotting is sidetracked when Ryan reaches out and runs his fingers over Bam’s clothed stomach. His blunt nails catch on the fabric as they scrape against him. When Dunn’s fingers skirt along the waistline of his jeans, Bam brings out the big guns and widens his eyes at him.
The pause is noticeable. Ryan’s just sitting there, fingers barely tucked into Bam’s pants. If they’re waiting for the ball to drop, they’re going to be waiting a lifetime… because there’s no way that I’m going to turn back now. Patience damn well isn’t a virtue of mine, but I may have found fucking god on Dunn’s lips tonight. I’d wait forever and a day… and still be here on my knees ready to take anything he has to offer.
Ryan’s insecurity flutters away with each passing second and soon his fingers are clumsily trying to unfasten Bam’s pants. He’s about to jerk them down when Knoxville coughs in objection. That seems to startle Dunn out of his trance and he drops to his knees in front of them, reaching around to gently pull boxers and jeans over the mess of gauze guarding Bam’s wounds. Reality strikes when Bam hisses at the cool air rushing over his tender ass and hardened cock. We are really about to do this. It isn’t a prank… and it’s far past too late to turn back now.
Ryan drags his thumbs over the sensitive flesh between Bam’s torso and thighs, stopping just short of the ink that decorates the flesh there. Leaning forward, he presses his lips to Bam’s chin and whispers, “I’m sorry…” Their foreheads touching, they breathe together. If I could find the words I would tell Ryan how I don’t blame him for the holographic scars burned onto my ass; that I don’t blame him for anything he’s ever done to me… But Dunn’s hand is wrapped around his cock and tugging none-too-gently. Knoxville grunts into Bam’s ear with every twist of the blonde’s wrist.
Bam’s arching into his touch, his arms held wonderfully snug behind him. He’s captive to their touch and he wouldn’t have it any other way. Each sway of the limo sends his equilibrium tumbling over itself. Combined with the brutal touch of Ryan’s fingertips, he’s so close to the fucking edge he’s about damn ready to jump. The world comes to a standstill as Bam’s inhales sharply. His voice breaks as he cries out and empties every feeling from his body through his cock.
Knoxville’s unique sense of observation is not lost on the event as he murmurs, “Sweet Jesus…” before dragging his teeth and lips over Bam’s ear. “I wish I could fuck you right here… right now…”
The only one to notice the slowing of the vehicle is Dunn. “Later…” he suggests and begins the slow process of pulling Bam’s pants back up over his hips. “Johnny…” he threatens when Knoxville’s hold on Bam’s arms doesn’t loosen.
“We could lock the doors…” He offers.
Dunn shakes his head. “Or we could move this up to your room…”
“Don’t I have a say in this, assholes?”
Both sets of eyes fall on him before the pair cracks up. “Fine, Bam Bam… what do you want to do?” Ryan asks.
“Hotel… and you two shits better treat me like a god-damn king…”
Chapter Two