Culmination
Title: Culmination
Chapter: 3
Fandom: Jackass/Viva La Bam
Rating: Very NC-17
Pairing: Bam/Ryan/Johnny, Bam/Ryan
Warning: Spoilers for Viva La Bam’s Fort Knoxville, Jackass 1 & 2...
Disclaimer: It’s fiction. Learn it, live it... love it.
Word Count: 1787
Summary: A follow-up to the branding incident...
Dedicated to: nicb0723
Chapter 1 Chapter 2
The sun pries its way into the room. Pale curtains laid over paler blinds do little to keep the rays out. For approximately thirty seconds Bam is left to mindlessness as he enjoys the near cutting slices of sun as they warm his bared thigh. I fucked Ryan last night… I really fucked him… His eyes fly open. Fuck. This definitely wasn’t his room, so where were Dunn and Knoxville? Many years of experience had taught him one thing about life around Knoxville… never fall asleep around the jackass.
His voice still thick with sleep, Ryan must notice Bam’s sudden tension. “He left a couple hours ago… Something about setting up the ball pit and then some lame-ass wind tunnel again…”
“Is it safe for me to move?”
Chuckling, Dunn answers. “Yeah… he was gonna antique you or some shit… but you know…”
“No crew…”
Sitting up and leaning on his elbow, Ryan frowned. “Actually, I think he was worried about you falling on your ass.”
The implications hits. Bam’s eyes widen as he realizes his position on the bed. He’s on his back; ass pressed against the mattress… and he’s not unconscious. “Damn… now I don’t have a reason to ask you to kiss it better…”
The pillow hits him square in the face, and laughing into it he wraps his arms around the body connected to it. Ryan’s body is stretched out naked beside him, and there’s no place he’d rather be. “C’mere asshole…” He drawls before tugging Dunn’s face to his. Their lips meet with a confidence that wasn’t present the night before. The warm flesh beneath his tongue makes Bam squirm. The awkward wet, sloppiness he’d been expecting never happens. The total and complete unsexiness that is his usual experience with kissing… never happens. It’s like their mouths are fucking made for each other. Why the hell did this take so long?
The feeling of Ryan’s blunt nails scraping over his ribcage as he tries to pull him on top of him causes Bam to whimper. “Do that again…” he whispers into Dunn’s mouth. This time the nails dig harder into his flesh leaving red welts in their wake. Obedient to Ryan’s touch, Bam climbs up and lays over him. “You got a skit with Knoxville today, don’t you?”
Dunn nods. “The… ball pit…”
Letting his eyelids pinch shut, Bam buries his face in Ryan’s chest. “Fucking snakes…” Even as the blonde’s hand ghosts over his hair and neck, he can’t relax. Knoxville knows he shit-scared of snakes, yet he seems to throw them into as many skits as he can.
“Bam?”
“Hmm?” Bam’s voice is muffled by the rising and falling of Ryan’s chest.
“Come to the set with me today?”
The sound that escapes his lip could be defined as resigned laughter laced with unshed tears. “Fucking Anacondas, Ryan…”
“Shh… I know… but I just want you there… I won’t let them push you into the pit or anything… please, Bam?”
Sighing in resignation, Bam nods against him. “You so fucking owe me…”
“I could always pay up in the shower…” Ryan offers.
Bam’s out of the bed and limping towards the bathroom before Dunn can even react. “Well, get you ass out of bed then asshole.” For a few seconds, Ryan just lays back and appreciates the non-fucked way events have turned out. His highest hopes for this morning had revolved around both men laughing off the entire night’s events as one huge drunken mistake. Glad that his beard hides the huge-ass grin spreading across his face, Ryan grunts and pushes himself up and off of the bed.
***
The first thing Ryan sees upon entering the bathroom is Bam’s eyes wide in the mirror. He’s peeled the gauze off of his ass to inspect the wound. And it looks nasty as hell. The flesh around the scab an angry red… bits of flesh hang loosely where the brand hadn’t quite burned it all away. Dunn hisses in sympathy. “Shit, man… you sure you don’t want to see a doctor?”
“Just help me put some antiseptic on it…” Bam presses a finger gingerly around the edge of the deepest burn. “Fuck!” He cries out. Ryan notices tears well up in Bam’s eyes an exactly how much effort there’s being focused on holding them back.
Dunn grabs the trash can and hands it to Bam. “Here… so we don’t get this shit all over the floor.” Bam looks up at him blankly. “Oh, for fuck’s sake… lean over the sink… so you don’t faint and crack your skull open…”
“Damn it… this is gonna hurt ain’t it?”
“Afraid so…”
“Just… get it over with…” Bam mumbles as he leans dejectedly over the countertop.
Hands shaking, Ryan digs out a brown bottle of antiseptic from Johnny’s first aid kit. Breaking the seal he throws the wrapper in the trash can before placing it between Bam’s feet. “Okay… take deep breath and release it when this shit hits…”
Bam nods. The first splash sizzles against his flesh. He can feel it burning into him. He can feel his eyes flutter even as he presses them further into his arms. Ryan’s free hand is rubbing his lower back in a slow, soothing motion. The pain is lessening after a few more splashes.
“Hand me a piece of that gauze…”
Bam’s hands are still shaking when he reaches out and grasps for the bandages he’d set out before Dunn had joined him. Wordlessly he passes them back. Ryan’s fingers gently dab the cotton over each and every wound.
It’s an accident, but there’s no denying the reaction after the fact. Ryan’s warm breath floats over the wounds after the last piece of gauze soaks up the antiseptic. The hot air over the damaged flesh sends unexpected jolts of lust straight to Bam’s gut. “Do that again…” he mimics his words from earlier. A shocked gasp escapes Dunn, but mere seconds later his breath is tracing the outlines of yesterday’s branding.
“Do you trust me?”
Bam’s confused. “No…” He laughs.
“Bam, do you trust me?”
There’s a seriousness to Ryan’s voice, so Bam bites back any shit he could have given the man and answers honestly. “Yes, Ryan… I trust you.”
“Don’t move.”
What…? His thoughts are interrupted when Dunn’s hands cup his ass cheeks and ever so gently push them apart. Bam’s struggling the find his voice when the first explorative touch comes. Ryan’s pressing his nose into cleft… his mouth is right fucking there. Bam knows he must smell rank, but he can’t bring himself to tell Ryan to stop. When the slick, wet pressure of a tongue presses against his entrance, his knees buckle. Thank fucking god for the counter top… Dunn’s hands have left his ass and are holding Bam up at his thighs.
“Oh fuck…Ry… if you stop I’ll kick your ass…” Bam manages to moan out before his voice dissolves into a squeak. Dunn’s just breeched him and is literally fucking him with his tongue. It feels so god damn dirty… Bam’s in fucking love. He lasts just seconds when one of Ryan’s hands slides around his cock and jerks him off with each tongue thrust. Soundlessly crying out his release, Bam slumps further than he thought possible into the countertop.
“I think you broke me…” Bam manages to whisper when he finds his voice.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“You seem okay…” Ryan teases him and leans over the counter on the other side of the sink. His eyes meet Bam’s. “Are you okay?”
“I’m sleepy…” he murmurs.
Ryan pushes a lock of Bam’s hair out of his face. “Clean up and go nap while I shower… I don’t mind….”
Eyes falling to Dunn’s still hard cock, Bam frowns. “What about?”
“I can take care of it… been doing it for years…”
“You sure?” Bam pouts but doesn’t make a move to take matters into his own hands.
“Yeah, asshole… if you feel so bad about it… leave the door open and I’ll put on a fucking show… deal?”
His eyelids already heavy with sleep, Bam smiles and nods his approval. The aftermath of earlier has dried on his skin and on the door of the sink, but neither men care. Ryan’s leading Bam to the bed and helping him situate on his stomach before heading back to the bathroom. True to his word, he leaves the door open. Bam falls asleep the sounds of slapping flesh, and his name a wanton gasp on Ryan’s lips.
***
Well, this is fucking familiar… Bam jerks awake to the sounds of voices above him. I didn’t fall asleep in front of Knoxville did I? Is there something foreign attached to my body? Ryan’s soft, mumbling voice reassures him of his safety and he relaxes into the bed again, set on falling back to sleep when their conversation catches his interest.
“Why don’t you just have Pontius do it?”
Johnny’s voice sounds strained. “He won’t do it without Steve -O…”
“He won’t do it… he won’t.” Ryan’s protesting adamantly.
“We need a third person in the pit with us…”
“Then ask Wee-man… Bam’s not gonna fucking climb in a pit with a huge-ass snake.”
“He wouldn’t be in any danger…”
Bam’s skin crawls. His mind fills with the memory of the pressure of Johnny’s arms wrapped around him so many years ago. Dunn slowly walking towards him with that god-damn snake wrapped around his arm. The feel of the skin as Ryan had rubbed it against him. Knoxville had busted his balls for months about his screaming. Then again how could he get it? Johnny didn’t know fear. At least not like everyone else knew it. “I’m not fucking doing it, Knoxville.” He clarifies coldly.
Both men jump at the sound of his voice. Ryan’s hair is dry. I must have taken quite the nap. Looking over at Knoxville, Bam repeats himself. “I’m not doing it…”
“But…”
“I told Dunn I’d be on set, but you aren’t getting me in that god-damn pit.”
Eyes fluttering between the two men, Johnny finally succumbs. “Okay…” he nods. “I’ll ask Wee-man…” Knoxville reaches out and places his arm over Bam’s bicep. “How you doing?”
He can’t help it, Bam giggles. “Ask Ryan…”
Dunn snorts and throws a pillow at him. “I… uh… disinfected it this morning… you’re out of antiseptic…”
“How long has he been asleep?”
“A few hours…”
“I’m fucking lying right here you assholes…”
“Did it look infected?”
“It was inflamed…”
Grabbing a pillow, Bam pounds Johnny in the face with it. Knoxville tears it out of his hands before leaning down next to his ear. “So what else did you and Dunn get up to this morning?”
Chapter 4
Chapter: 3
Fandom: Jackass/Viva La Bam
Rating: Very NC-17
Pairing: Bam/Ryan/Johnny, Bam/Ryan
Warning: Spoilers for Viva La Bam’s Fort Knoxville, Jackass 1 & 2...
Disclaimer: It’s fiction. Learn it, live it... love it.
Word Count: 1787
Summary: A follow-up to the branding incident...
Dedicated to: nicb0723
Chapter 1 Chapter 2
The sun pries its way into the room. Pale curtains laid over paler blinds do little to keep the rays out. For approximately thirty seconds Bam is left to mindlessness as he enjoys the near cutting slices of sun as they warm his bared thigh. I fucked Ryan last night… I really fucked him… His eyes fly open. Fuck. This definitely wasn’t his room, so where were Dunn and Knoxville? Many years of experience had taught him one thing about life around Knoxville… never fall asleep around the jackass.
His voice still thick with sleep, Ryan must notice Bam’s sudden tension. “He left a couple hours ago… Something about setting up the ball pit and then some lame-ass wind tunnel again…”
“Is it safe for me to move?”
Chuckling, Dunn answers. “Yeah… he was gonna antique you or some shit… but you know…”
“No crew…”
Sitting up and leaning on his elbow, Ryan frowned. “Actually, I think he was worried about you falling on your ass.”
The implications hits. Bam’s eyes widen as he realizes his position on the bed. He’s on his back; ass pressed against the mattress… and he’s not unconscious. “Damn… now I don’t have a reason to ask you to kiss it better…”
The pillow hits him square in the face, and laughing into it he wraps his arms around the body connected to it. Ryan’s body is stretched out naked beside him, and there’s no place he’d rather be. “C’mere asshole…” He drawls before tugging Dunn’s face to his. Their lips meet with a confidence that wasn’t present the night before. The warm flesh beneath his tongue makes Bam squirm. The awkward wet, sloppiness he’d been expecting never happens. The total and complete unsexiness that is his usual experience with kissing… never happens. It’s like their mouths are fucking made for each other. Why the hell did this take so long?
The feeling of Ryan’s blunt nails scraping over his ribcage as he tries to pull him on top of him causes Bam to whimper. “Do that again…” he whispers into Dunn’s mouth. This time the nails dig harder into his flesh leaving red welts in their wake. Obedient to Ryan’s touch, Bam climbs up and lays over him. “You got a skit with Knoxville today, don’t you?”
Dunn nods. “The… ball pit…”
Letting his eyelids pinch shut, Bam buries his face in Ryan’s chest. “Fucking snakes…” Even as the blonde’s hand ghosts over his hair and neck, he can’t relax. Knoxville knows he shit-scared of snakes, yet he seems to throw them into as many skits as he can.
“Bam?”
“Hmm?” Bam’s voice is muffled by the rising and falling of Ryan’s chest.
“Come to the set with me today?”
The sound that escapes his lip could be defined as resigned laughter laced with unshed tears. “Fucking Anacondas, Ryan…”
“Shh… I know… but I just want you there… I won’t let them push you into the pit or anything… please, Bam?”
Sighing in resignation, Bam nods against him. “You so fucking owe me…”
“I could always pay up in the shower…” Ryan offers.
Bam’s out of the bed and limping towards the bathroom before Dunn can even react. “Well, get you ass out of bed then asshole.” For a few seconds, Ryan just lays back and appreciates the non-fucked way events have turned out. His highest hopes for this morning had revolved around both men laughing off the entire night’s events as one huge drunken mistake. Glad that his beard hides the huge-ass grin spreading across his face, Ryan grunts and pushes himself up and off of the bed.
***
The first thing Ryan sees upon entering the bathroom is Bam’s eyes wide in the mirror. He’s peeled the gauze off of his ass to inspect the wound. And it looks nasty as hell. The flesh around the scab an angry red… bits of flesh hang loosely where the brand hadn’t quite burned it all away. Dunn hisses in sympathy. “Shit, man… you sure you don’t want to see a doctor?”
“Just help me put some antiseptic on it…” Bam presses a finger gingerly around the edge of the deepest burn. “Fuck!” He cries out. Ryan notices tears well up in Bam’s eyes an exactly how much effort there’s being focused on holding them back.
Dunn grabs the trash can and hands it to Bam. “Here… so we don’t get this shit all over the floor.” Bam looks up at him blankly. “Oh, for fuck’s sake… lean over the sink… so you don’t faint and crack your skull open…”
“Damn it… this is gonna hurt ain’t it?”
“Afraid so…”
“Just… get it over with…” Bam mumbles as he leans dejectedly over the countertop.
Hands shaking, Ryan digs out a brown bottle of antiseptic from Johnny’s first aid kit. Breaking the seal he throws the wrapper in the trash can before placing it between Bam’s feet. “Okay… take deep breath and release it when this shit hits…”
Bam nods. The first splash sizzles against his flesh. He can feel it burning into him. He can feel his eyes flutter even as he presses them further into his arms. Ryan’s free hand is rubbing his lower back in a slow, soothing motion. The pain is lessening after a few more splashes.
“Hand me a piece of that gauze…”
Bam’s hands are still shaking when he reaches out and grasps for the bandages he’d set out before Dunn had joined him. Wordlessly he passes them back. Ryan’s fingers gently dab the cotton over each and every wound.
It’s an accident, but there’s no denying the reaction after the fact. Ryan’s warm breath floats over the wounds after the last piece of gauze soaks up the antiseptic. The hot air over the damaged flesh sends unexpected jolts of lust straight to Bam’s gut. “Do that again…” he mimics his words from earlier. A shocked gasp escapes Dunn, but mere seconds later his breath is tracing the outlines of yesterday’s branding.
“Do you trust me?”
Bam’s confused. “No…” He laughs.
“Bam, do you trust me?”
There’s a seriousness to Ryan’s voice, so Bam bites back any shit he could have given the man and answers honestly. “Yes, Ryan… I trust you.”
“Don’t move.”
What…? His thoughts are interrupted when Dunn’s hands cup his ass cheeks and ever so gently push them apart. Bam’s struggling the find his voice when the first explorative touch comes. Ryan’s pressing his nose into cleft… his mouth is right fucking there. Bam knows he must smell rank, but he can’t bring himself to tell Ryan to stop. When the slick, wet pressure of a tongue presses against his entrance, his knees buckle. Thank fucking god for the counter top… Dunn’s hands have left his ass and are holding Bam up at his thighs.
“Oh fuck…Ry… if you stop I’ll kick your ass…” Bam manages to moan out before his voice dissolves into a squeak. Dunn’s just breeched him and is literally fucking him with his tongue. It feels so god damn dirty… Bam’s in fucking love. He lasts just seconds when one of Ryan’s hands slides around his cock and jerks him off with each tongue thrust. Soundlessly crying out his release, Bam slumps further than he thought possible into the countertop.
“I think you broke me…” Bam manages to whisper when he finds his voice.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“You seem okay…” Ryan teases him and leans over the counter on the other side of the sink. His eyes meet Bam’s. “Are you okay?”
“I’m sleepy…” he murmurs.
Ryan pushes a lock of Bam’s hair out of his face. “Clean up and go nap while I shower… I don’t mind….”
Eyes falling to Dunn’s still hard cock, Bam frowns. “What about?”
“I can take care of it… been doing it for years…”
“You sure?” Bam pouts but doesn’t make a move to take matters into his own hands.
“Yeah, asshole… if you feel so bad about it… leave the door open and I’ll put on a fucking show… deal?”
His eyelids already heavy with sleep, Bam smiles and nods his approval. The aftermath of earlier has dried on his skin and on the door of the sink, but neither men care. Ryan’s leading Bam to the bed and helping him situate on his stomach before heading back to the bathroom. True to his word, he leaves the door open. Bam falls asleep the sounds of slapping flesh, and his name a wanton gasp on Ryan’s lips.
***
Well, this is fucking familiar… Bam jerks awake to the sounds of voices above him. I didn’t fall asleep in front of Knoxville did I? Is there something foreign attached to my body? Ryan’s soft, mumbling voice reassures him of his safety and he relaxes into the bed again, set on falling back to sleep when their conversation catches his interest.
“Why don’t you just have Pontius do it?”
Johnny’s voice sounds strained. “He won’t do it without Steve -O…”
“He won’t do it… he won’t.” Ryan’s protesting adamantly.
“We need a third person in the pit with us…”
“Then ask Wee-man… Bam’s not gonna fucking climb in a pit with a huge-ass snake.”
“He wouldn’t be in any danger…”
Bam’s skin crawls. His mind fills with the memory of the pressure of Johnny’s arms wrapped around him so many years ago. Dunn slowly walking towards him with that god-damn snake wrapped around his arm. The feel of the skin as Ryan had rubbed it against him. Knoxville had busted his balls for months about his screaming. Then again how could he get it? Johnny didn’t know fear. At least not like everyone else knew it. “I’m not fucking doing it, Knoxville.” He clarifies coldly.
Both men jump at the sound of his voice. Ryan’s hair is dry. I must have taken quite the nap. Looking over at Knoxville, Bam repeats himself. “I’m not doing it…”
“But…”
“I told Dunn I’d be on set, but you aren’t getting me in that god-damn pit.”
Eyes fluttering between the two men, Johnny finally succumbs. “Okay…” he nods. “I’ll ask Wee-man…” Knoxville reaches out and places his arm over Bam’s bicep. “How you doing?”
He can’t help it, Bam giggles. “Ask Ryan…”
Dunn snorts and throws a pillow at him. “I… uh… disinfected it this morning… you’re out of antiseptic…”
“How long has he been asleep?”
“A few hours…”
“I’m fucking lying right here you assholes…”
“Did it look infected?”
“It was inflamed…”
Grabbing a pillow, Bam pounds Johnny in the face with it. Knoxville tears it out of his hands before leaning down next to his ear. “So what else did you and Dunn get up to this morning?”
Chapter 4