Culmination
Title: Culmination
Chapter: 6
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: 3861
Summary: A follow-up to the branding incident...
Author’s Note: Actual continuity of the skits preformed unknown, so I put them in order by memory depending on their possible use as a plot device…
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5
“Bam, honey… have you see Ryan… He’s not in his room….” April’s voice drops at the sight of four wide but bleary eyes staring back at her. It only takes her a few seconds to recover. “Oh, Ryan… There you are… Did you have any laundry you needed washed before you boys head out again?” She smiles a smile of saccharin sweetness.
“Nah, I’m good…” Dunn mumbles demurely.
April leans over and picks up Bam’s jacket, acting oblivious to the recently scattered undergarments still spread across the floor. Digging out his pill bottle, she throws it at him. “You aren’t leaving this house until I know you’ve taken one.”
“How will you know if I take it or not… you didn’t even count them?” Bam sneers.
April smiles and glances at Dunn. “And get up and get dressed… it’s almost noon.” She hangs Bam’s coat up on his door knob on her way out. Ryan is the only one to notice her peek back around the door frame with a sparkle in her eye.
“We are so fucked.”
Shuffling over onto his side, Ryan frowns. “What are you talking about?”
“Trust me that was the ‘I’m gonna wait until after you’re done filming until I freak out’ face…”
“No, it wasn’t…” Bam glares at him. “It wasn’t… she peeked back around the door and winked at me!”
“Right.”
“She did!”
Bam pauses. “Ape is so fucking weird…”
Dunn coughs out a chuckle. “She saw our boxers and shit… and didn‘t even blink an eye…” Paling Bam, looks over at Ryan’s face. “Dude, calm down.. She already knows… if she decides to freak out… there’s nothing we can do about it.” Throwing his legs over the side of the bed, he sighs and rubs a creak in his neck. “I really don’t feel like driving all the way back down to Florida…” He’s startled out of his whining when two very cold feet hit him squarely in the ass and sending him flying off the bed. Ryan lands with a thud, and is laughing even before Bam starts.
Ryan’s neck arches back and Bam can see the hint of an Adam’s apple bobbing up and down along his throat… Slithering across the bed, he hangs his head over the edge of the mattress onto Dunn’s shoulder. Ryan’s laughter stops and he turns towards Bam’s face. He’s about to question if something is wrong when Bam leans forward and kisses him. It’s chaste and beautiful in it’s simplicity. And despite their recent activities, Bam’s blushing when he breaks away. Ryan looks like he’s about to start asking questions, so Bam jumps off the bed, not quite ready for what he knows he’s going to be asked. Curving his back, he attempts to look at the branding without assistance. The sting as scabs tear ever so slightly, pisses him off. He directs his anger at Dunn. “Damn it… is this thing ever going to fucking heal? Will you make yourself useful and help a guy out here?”
Grumpily Ryan stood. “Yeah, well… it’s not gonna heal in a matter of days…” Then for good measure, he adds. “Asshole. Get the god-damn cream already… if you want to get bitchy about it.”
That stops Bam. I’m doing it again. Acting like a ass just because I feel like hell… He reaches out for Dunn’s arm. “Hey… Ry…” Sad eyes look back at him, but Ryan doesn’t step any closer. “Sorry… okay… I’m not good at this pain shit.”
“That’s bullshit… I’ve seen you fall harder on your ass out on a pipe or during a fucking skit…”
“Skating… and I can always just hop back on the board and get it in the next go through…”
“What do you want me to say, Bam?”
“Just don’t get all pissy with me if I snap at you, alright. Jesus.”
“I’m going to have breakfast… there’s a mirror in the bathroom…” Ryan slides his jeans on over bare hips and has barely tugged his shirt on before the bedroom door is slamming behind him.
Fuck. Bam’s pushes down the urge to grab the nearest breakable item and send it smashing against the wall. The blood is pumping through his veins so hard and fast that his ears are red. He’s dressed and heading out the door skateboard in hand, unaware of the scene happening at that very moment in the Margera kitchen.
***
A half eaten apple sets in front of Ryan as he stares blankly at the wall. The huge-ass silver heart gram reflects back distorted images of unruly blonde hair and a haggard untrimmed beard. He’s still lost in his thoughts when April sits down across from him.
“Where’s Bam?”
“Fuck if…” He fails at catching the worst of his reaction, and forces an apologetic smile at April. “I… I don’t know… he was still up in his room.”
“Is everything okay?”
He squints at her. Bam’s words have started to eat at him. “I should be asking you that... Shouldn’t I?”
April rolls her eyes and scoots closer to him. Her voice is a conspiratal whisper when she finally answers. “Honestly, I was more shocked whenever I’d see him hanging all over Jenn…” Ryan only raises an eyebrow at her. “I mean, well… I shouldn’t really be saying this, but… they always acted so forced around each other. And well you know… Bam’s always been a little over dramatic…”
Dunn’s smiling wide at her at this point. “Yeah… and what’s with all the purple?”
“I know!” April’s laughing against his shoulder now; her eyes watering with tears. After her giggles had subsided she takes a steadying breath and looks at Ryan. “So.. Is everything okay?”
“Well, you know Bam… spouting off his mouth before thinking…”
Rubbing his back, April nods. “Just… remember we all have our flaws… someday someone will knock him down a peg… but until then all we can do is love and accept him for the pain in the ass he is.”
Reaching over his shoulder, Ryan pats April’s hand. “Hey thanks… just after spending damn near two days with him in that damn Hummer… my fuse is a little short…”
“So… how long?” Her voice raises to a slight shrill as she tries to hid her excitement.
Ryan chuckles. “How long what?” She narrows her eyes meaningfully at him. “Oh! Um, not that long actually… just since we started filming number two…”
“Well, I’m glad you boys have finally worked out your differences…” April stands and brushes unseen lint off of her pants. She brushes a hand motherly over Dunn’s face. “And Ryan… no matter what happens between you an Bam… remember I’m here… okay… don’t forget that.”
Dunn sits toying with the browning remains of his apple after she leaves. With a decisive huff, he stands up and heads outside to find Bam. He knew he‘d be on the pipe by now, even if he had just told Ape he didn’t know.
***
Ryan almost reconsiders going out to chat with Bam when he sees him climbing to his feet. His hand is clasped over his ass and he’s limping towards his skateboard on the other side of the pike. “You’re gonna make it start bleeding and seeping again, dumb ass!” The only reaction he gets is the bird as Bam struggles to get back on the skateboard. Jogging up to his side, Dunn grabs his arm. “Seriously… take a break… you’re gonna end up in the ER again…”
“I don’t want to fucking ride in the Hummer all god damn day…” He finally speaks. His back is still turned to Ryan, so he speaks over his shoulder. “You think yesterday was bad… after last night…” His implication threatens disaster.
“So lay across the back seat…” This is obviously not the answer Bam’s looking for as he stomps his foot down on the edge of his board causing it to flip. “Hell, I’d love to spend a few more days here… but we‘re probably needed back on set.”
“Fucking Jackass 2... Why the hell did I ever agree to this?”
Placing his hands on both of Bam’s shoulders, Ryan leans forward and rests his chin on Bam’s neck. His nose tucked behind his ear, he whispers, “We’d still be avoiding each other if it wasn’t for Johnny getting the crew back together…”
Bam lets his head rest against Dunn’s, “Something shitty is coming… you feel it?”
“You said that during the first movie… it’s just jitters.”
“I hope so…” Leaning into Ryan’s chest, Bam sighs happily at the feeling of the hands rubbing from his shoulders to his elbows. “Ape corner you?” Dunn snickers, but says nothing. Bam turns to face him. “Dude, what’d she say…”
“She’s practically running around the kitchen singing to herself she’s so god-damn happy, BamBam… stop worrying.” Ryan tousles Bam’s messy hair.
“So weird…” Grabbing his skateboard, Bam nods to the castle. “How about a shower before we leave?”
“What together?” Dunn chuckles and waits for Bam to pick up on the joke.
“Yeah…” He nudges Ryan’s shoulder with his, as if to convey their shared memory. “Ape had a shit fit about that damn rug… didn‘t she?”
***
They’re about halfway back towards Florida in the lambo instead of the Hummer, and hadn’t that been a fun argument, when Johnny calls them. The rest of the crew is headed towards Louisiana.
“Shit, man… we won’t be able to make it… we’re in in god damn Savannah, Georgia and Ryan’s been driving all fucking day!” Bam scowls at the phone.
“Get a hotel… relax for the rest the day… Jeff says there’s no big rush getting back… everyone will still be here ready to film… your meds working?”
“Did Ape call you?
“No… why?” Johnny laughs. “Oh shit, hey… I gotta go to make-up… “
“Irving?”
“Yeah… hey tell Dunn hi for me…”
“Tell him yourself…” Bam holds the phone next to Ryan’s ear as he drives.
“Hey, Johnny… what’s up?” Unable to hear the other side of the conversation, Bam smirks over at Ryan. How sad is it that I’m finding one sided phone conversations fun to listen to after over 10 fucking hours in this car. Pathetic. “Yeah… Uh huh… he is… you too… bye…” Raising an eyebrow, Bam is content to stare at Dunn until the answers start spilling. “What?”
“What did Knoxville say?”
“You handed me the fucking phone, Bam!”
“What did he say?”
“To stop off and get a hotel, a bite to eat, and…”
“And?”
“Jesus, Bam he was just flirting with me… us…”
“Uh huh… what did he say?”
“You’ll find out at the hotel…”
“Fucking tease…” Bam whines. His voice holds little threat, but he’s obviously unhappy at Ryan keeping secrets from him.
“Yeah, well… you love it.”
Bam frowns, or at least he tries. They pull off on exit 109 and set about finding decent accommodations.
***
“The Hilton Desoto? You’ve got to be shitting me…” Dunn’s squinting through the windshield up at the building as they pull up. It’s nice… and true they’d stayed in nicer before, but it was just the two of them…
“Ape made the reservation… don’t look at me…” There’s a regal smile spread across Bam’s lips even as he pleads innocence in the matter. If he’d left it up to Ryan, they’d be staying at a Super 8 or some shit. This is much better…
Ryan quickly parks the lambo and grabs his and Bam’s bags from behind their seats. “Well, let’s do this before we’re spotted… it’s not like we have a whole floor reserved…”
Sliding a pair of shades on Bam nods and together they head for the door. The clerk at the front desk reminds Bam of Alfred from Batman. He giggles. Which only earns him a curious though slightly worried look from Alfred. They end up on a room on the ninth floor. It has a small balcony. Ryan cringes at the thought of just how much trouble could probably get themselves into here if it was the whole crew.
“Hey… Want to go shopping?”
Silence. “What now?” Dunn asks.
“Yeah…” Bam’s voice has that high pitch to it that comes through when others are acting in a way confusing to him.
Throwing himself on the bed, Ryan sighs. “Dude, I just want to sleep for like twelve hours straight…”
Bam grabs the hotel keycard and slips it into his pocket. “I’m gonna go out for a bit then… see you later?” He heads to the door.
“Hey…” Turning to Ryan’s voice, Bam is ready to bitch at the man for holding him up when Dunn’s lips are suddenly press to his. Oh… nice… Distracted, he wraps his arms around Ryan’s neck and surrenders to the onslaught. “Be careful…” Dunn whispers when they separate. Bam quirks an eyebrow and gives him a quick peck on the corner of his mouth before leaving.
Down in the lobby, he seeks out the first phone book he can lay his hands on. Finding his goal, Bam’s on his way off with a friendly nod at the doorman. Sliding into the lambo’s seat, he’s off to explore the town.
***
Dunn’s still asleep when he gets back, so Bam slips his purchases into the nearest drawer. He pauses at the end of the bed taking in the sight. Ryan’s sprawled out on the bed on his stomach; his mouth gaping like a fish against his pillow. His legs are stretched out like he’s been running a marathon in his sleep. All Bam can do is sit gently on the edge of the bed and stare. Why didn’t I see this coming? It’s a good ten minutes before he stands and shucks off his clothes and heads to the shower.
He personally can’t image the crew ever staying at a hotel like this, and he thanks the fuck he asked Ape to make the reservations instead of Johnny. With the rest of the guys here, this placed would be trashed in a matter of minutes. Pushing those thoughts out of his mind he stands before the mirror clad in only his boxers and he looks… he really looks. Finger pinch and pull at jowls that are getting flabby. Shit if he doesn’t have a double chin emerging. After filming, I’m going on a fucking diet… He brushes a hand over his stomach. At least I’m not turning into a total fat ass…
“Whatcha doing?” Ryan mumbles from the doorway.
Bam jumps. “Nothing…” He scratches his fingers through his hair roughly and makes like he was about to brush his teeth.
Dunn isn’t fooled. Walking up behind him, Ryan rests his chin on Bam’s shoulder; the position has become a familiar and common one for both of them. He meets Bam’s eyes in the mirror. “You looks so fucking hot…” Blushing Bam ducks his head. He knows it, but Ryan saying it to him does something to him. Something that makes him week in his knees. Gives him the shakes. Makes him sweat.
Rough hands slide over his abs and his eyes latch onto the sight. Seeing him and Dunn like this is a heady experience, but not one he’s going to rush. Bam presses his shoulders back against Ryan’s chest. He can literally feel the deep rumblings in his chest when Dunn whispers in his ear. “Come to bed with me?”
They walk over to the bed in awkward silence. Ryan’s resisting the urge to cup Bam’s face gently in his hand and kiss him breathless. The way Bam’s acting tonight… he needs something else entirely. Dunn grabs a handful of Bam’s hair and tugs him into a rough kiss. The fight on Bam’s lips is even more violent than Ryan expected, but doesn’t deter him. Dull nails bite into each other’s flesh as they fight for dominance. No one’s giving it up so readily tonight. All is decided when Ryan shoves his thigh between Bam’s legs to steady himself and Bam fucking flinches away.
“On the bed…” Dunn commands.
Bam looks ready to argue, but upon seeing Ryan’s face decides better of it. He slides his boxer off and climbs onto the bed. He’s crawling up towards the pillows when Dunn’s hands stop him. He’s barely past the edge of the bed. Looking over his shoulders, he bitches. “Can I at least get comfortable?
Placing his hand over the small of Bam’s back, Ryan replies very seriously. “No.” At Bam’s widened eyes, he continues. “Don’t fucking move a muscle…”
Ass stuck in the air, his face resting on his arms; Bam watches over shoulder as Dunn peals off his clothes item by item. When Ryan leans forward and bites his unwounded ass cheek, he yelps. “I think you’ve done enough damage to my ass, Ry…”
“I don’t.” He smirks into the flesh and nips again for good measure.
When a lubed finger presses into his entrance, Bam realizes that Ryan had to have been planning this. He had this shit set up! “Why am I the fucking bottom again?” He whines.
Laughing, Ryan tightens his grip around a handful of Bam’s thigh. “Because when I look at you all I want to do is slide into you and fuck until I can’t see straight… and…” he adds, “you flinched.” Dunn presses another finger in. It shuts Bam up for the time being. His mouth is far too busy moaning and biting into his arm to smart off at Ryan.
Legs spreading further apart at Dunn’s ministrations, Bam feels like a whore. How is it that Ryan can reduce him to such a god-damn state? It’s down right pathetic. Then just like the night before, he presses fingers against Bam’s prostate leaving the man’s thoughts in vastness. Bam feels only the slide of the bedding beneath him and the press of Ryan’s fingers fucking him into oblivion. He startles himself as well as Dunn when he speaks. “Fuck me.” His voice is low and coarse, but they both know what he’s just said.
Ryan doesn’t waste a moment before lining his cock up with Bam’s ass and surging forward; still gentler than he’d like, but rough enough for the night’s events. Neither of them speak until he’s buried to the hilt. “Hold onto something…” he warns Bam in a quiet whisper before he pulls back and thrusts back into him so hard his balls slap against Bam’s ass. He splays his hand over the small of Bam’s back again.
Whimpering Bam shoves himself back against Dunn. “More…”
Sure to break a sweat, Ryan begins a bruising and steady pace as he pistons in and out of Bam. Each time that Bam trembles beneath him, Dunn has to bite his lip as a distraction. Eyes rolling back he holds off his completion a moment at a time. It’s Bam’s broken voice begging him, that undoes him.
“Oh god, harder, Ry… harder… fucking harder…”
The headboard is slamming into the wall, and finally Bam’s whimpering with every deep thrust . Ryan’s breathing hard; sweat slicks his skin. He can’t take it much longer. “Shit, Bam, I’m gonna cum…” Before he can finish his sentence, Bam’s ass is convulsing around him. Ryan sees stars before collapsing bonelessly on top of Bam.
Each breath is labored, but he still manages a chuckle when an angry, muffled voice beneath him raises. “Get the fuck off me… your ass is heavier than it looks…and my ass hurts.” Laughing, Dunn rolls off of him. He can see his cum slowly starting to leak out of Bam’s ass. His voice disappears. His eyes are glued to the sight.
Confused at the sudden silence, Bam curves his back to look over at Ryan. “What?” He follows Dunn’s eyes to his ass. He doesn’t see the fixation, but reaches around to attempt inspecting it. When Ryan’s breath hitches as Bam’s finger near his asshole, Bam smirks. He decides to tease the blonde just a little. After all, he deserves it for the leg to crotch move he’d made earlier. Bam scrapes a painted fingernail over the red flesh surrounding his entrance. He’s tender and sure he’s going to feel this for at least a god-damn week, but he can’t pass up the chance for revenge. He presses a single digit in.
Ryan’s stopped breathing as he watches Bam’s finger disappear inside of himself. “Jesus, Bam…” He finally gasps. And it’s enough. Bam’s not even sure he could tolerate any more than his own finger at this point… he pulls it out. He’s about to wipe the mess on the comforter when Dunn grabs his hand and brings it to his mouth. Sick… but fuck it’s hot…
Then out of nowhere a yawn hits him, and despite the lips wrapped around his finger, Bam’s arching into the stretch of his mouth and nuzzling into the bed… well fucked and satiated. He pulls his finger from Ryan’s mouth. “Mmm… sleepy, Random.”
“Me too,” Dunn shuffles up to lay his head on the pillow. Grabbing Bam’s hand he drags him against him and snuggled together they surrender to sleep.
***
The room is no longer dark when Ryan wakes later that night alone in bed. Across the room, Bam is curled up on a leather recliner in a hotel robe, hunching over a small book. Eyes half open, Dunn watches him run fingers over the text and pictures of the book. He can’t make out what they say or even what book it is, but the worshipful treatment Bam’s giving the pages keeps his attention. He has to bite back a startled gasp when Bam’s hand travel down between his legs and slowly and purposefully starts tugging. Eyes now glued to a specific page, Bam’s pumping his cock faster and faster unaware of his recently awoken audience. It’s a short moment later when Bam’s entire body stiffens and he spurts his release all over his fist. Much to Dunn’s surprise, he brings it to his mouth and begins to lick his hand clean. Even from across the room, Ryan can hear the initial reactions and protests in their whispered form. “Sick…” All too soon, the disgust has left Bam and he’s practically felating his fingers.
Ryan’s fighting a losing battle. He’d give anything to stand up and walk over to Bam and take a peek at what’s got him so hot and bothered. Sheer exhaustion wins out and he’s nodded off before Bam’s even removed his fingers form his mouth.
***
It’s hard not to notice Dunn’s smirk from the passenger seat of the lambo the next morning. “What?”
Shaking his head, Ryan replies. “Nothing…”
“Come on what… you’ve been staring at me like some kind of freak all morning…”
Finally unable to contain his mirth and amusement, Ryan smiles flashing brightly through his shaggy beard. “Book worm…”
Bam’s eyes go wide and he blushes to beat all what not. “You saw?!”
Eyes twinkling with lust and amusement, Dunn leers. “Yeah…” And he keeps on driving as if his dick isn’t so hard it’s practically rubbing against the steering wheel from inside his pants…
Chapter 7
Chapter: 6
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: 3861
Summary: A follow-up to the branding incident...
Author’s Note: Actual continuity of the skits preformed unknown, so I put them in order by memory depending on their possible use as a plot device…
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5
“Bam, honey… have you see Ryan… He’s not in his room….” April’s voice drops at the sight of four wide but bleary eyes staring back at her. It only takes her a few seconds to recover. “Oh, Ryan… There you are… Did you have any laundry you needed washed before you boys head out again?” She smiles a smile of saccharin sweetness.
“Nah, I’m good…” Dunn mumbles demurely.
April leans over and picks up Bam’s jacket, acting oblivious to the recently scattered undergarments still spread across the floor. Digging out his pill bottle, she throws it at him. “You aren’t leaving this house until I know you’ve taken one.”
“How will you know if I take it or not… you didn’t even count them?” Bam sneers.
April smiles and glances at Dunn. “And get up and get dressed… it’s almost noon.” She hangs Bam’s coat up on his door knob on her way out. Ryan is the only one to notice her peek back around the door frame with a sparkle in her eye.
“We are so fucked.”
Shuffling over onto his side, Ryan frowns. “What are you talking about?”
“Trust me that was the ‘I’m gonna wait until after you’re done filming until I freak out’ face…”
“No, it wasn’t…” Bam glares at him. “It wasn’t… she peeked back around the door and winked at me!”
“Right.”
“She did!”
Bam pauses. “Ape is so fucking weird…”
Dunn coughs out a chuckle. “She saw our boxers and shit… and didn‘t even blink an eye…” Paling Bam, looks over at Ryan’s face. “Dude, calm down.. She already knows… if she decides to freak out… there’s nothing we can do about it.” Throwing his legs over the side of the bed, he sighs and rubs a creak in his neck. “I really don’t feel like driving all the way back down to Florida…” He’s startled out of his whining when two very cold feet hit him squarely in the ass and sending him flying off the bed. Ryan lands with a thud, and is laughing even before Bam starts.
Ryan’s neck arches back and Bam can see the hint of an Adam’s apple bobbing up and down along his throat… Slithering across the bed, he hangs his head over the edge of the mattress onto Dunn’s shoulder. Ryan’s laughter stops and he turns towards Bam’s face. He’s about to question if something is wrong when Bam leans forward and kisses him. It’s chaste and beautiful in it’s simplicity. And despite their recent activities, Bam’s blushing when he breaks away. Ryan looks like he’s about to start asking questions, so Bam jumps off the bed, not quite ready for what he knows he’s going to be asked. Curving his back, he attempts to look at the branding without assistance. The sting as scabs tear ever so slightly, pisses him off. He directs his anger at Dunn. “Damn it… is this thing ever going to fucking heal? Will you make yourself useful and help a guy out here?”
Grumpily Ryan stood. “Yeah, well… it’s not gonna heal in a matter of days…” Then for good measure, he adds. “Asshole. Get the god-damn cream already… if you want to get bitchy about it.”
That stops Bam. I’m doing it again. Acting like a ass just because I feel like hell… He reaches out for Dunn’s arm. “Hey… Ry…” Sad eyes look back at him, but Ryan doesn’t step any closer. “Sorry… okay… I’m not good at this pain shit.”
“That’s bullshit… I’ve seen you fall harder on your ass out on a pipe or during a fucking skit…”
“Skating… and I can always just hop back on the board and get it in the next go through…”
“What do you want me to say, Bam?”
“Just don’t get all pissy with me if I snap at you, alright. Jesus.”
“I’m going to have breakfast… there’s a mirror in the bathroom…” Ryan slides his jeans on over bare hips and has barely tugged his shirt on before the bedroom door is slamming behind him.
Fuck. Bam’s pushes down the urge to grab the nearest breakable item and send it smashing against the wall. The blood is pumping through his veins so hard and fast that his ears are red. He’s dressed and heading out the door skateboard in hand, unaware of the scene happening at that very moment in the Margera kitchen.
***
A half eaten apple sets in front of Ryan as he stares blankly at the wall. The huge-ass silver heart gram reflects back distorted images of unruly blonde hair and a haggard untrimmed beard. He’s still lost in his thoughts when April sits down across from him.
“Where’s Bam?”
“Fuck if…” He fails at catching the worst of his reaction, and forces an apologetic smile at April. “I… I don’t know… he was still up in his room.”
“Is everything okay?”
He squints at her. Bam’s words have started to eat at him. “I should be asking you that... Shouldn’t I?”
April rolls her eyes and scoots closer to him. Her voice is a conspiratal whisper when she finally answers. “Honestly, I was more shocked whenever I’d see him hanging all over Jenn…” Ryan only raises an eyebrow at her. “I mean, well… I shouldn’t really be saying this, but… they always acted so forced around each other. And well you know… Bam’s always been a little over dramatic…”
Dunn’s smiling wide at her at this point. “Yeah… and what’s with all the purple?”
“I know!” April’s laughing against his shoulder now; her eyes watering with tears. After her giggles had subsided she takes a steadying breath and looks at Ryan. “So.. Is everything okay?”
“Well, you know Bam… spouting off his mouth before thinking…”
Rubbing his back, April nods. “Just… remember we all have our flaws… someday someone will knock him down a peg… but until then all we can do is love and accept him for the pain in the ass he is.”
Reaching over his shoulder, Ryan pats April’s hand. “Hey thanks… just after spending damn near two days with him in that damn Hummer… my fuse is a little short…”
“So… how long?” Her voice raises to a slight shrill as she tries to hid her excitement.
Ryan chuckles. “How long what?” She narrows her eyes meaningfully at him. “Oh! Um, not that long actually… just since we started filming number two…”
“Well, I’m glad you boys have finally worked out your differences…” April stands and brushes unseen lint off of her pants. She brushes a hand motherly over Dunn’s face. “And Ryan… no matter what happens between you an Bam… remember I’m here… okay… don’t forget that.”
Dunn sits toying with the browning remains of his apple after she leaves. With a decisive huff, he stands up and heads outside to find Bam. He knew he‘d be on the pipe by now, even if he had just told Ape he didn’t know.
***
Ryan almost reconsiders going out to chat with Bam when he sees him climbing to his feet. His hand is clasped over his ass and he’s limping towards his skateboard on the other side of the pike. “You’re gonna make it start bleeding and seeping again, dumb ass!” The only reaction he gets is the bird as Bam struggles to get back on the skateboard. Jogging up to his side, Dunn grabs his arm. “Seriously… take a break… you’re gonna end up in the ER again…”
“I don’t want to fucking ride in the Hummer all god damn day…” He finally speaks. His back is still turned to Ryan, so he speaks over his shoulder. “You think yesterday was bad… after last night…” His implication threatens disaster.
“So lay across the back seat…” This is obviously not the answer Bam’s looking for as he stomps his foot down on the edge of his board causing it to flip. “Hell, I’d love to spend a few more days here… but we‘re probably needed back on set.”
“Fucking Jackass 2... Why the hell did I ever agree to this?”
Placing his hands on both of Bam’s shoulders, Ryan leans forward and rests his chin on Bam’s neck. His nose tucked behind his ear, he whispers, “We’d still be avoiding each other if it wasn’t for Johnny getting the crew back together…”
Bam lets his head rest against Dunn’s, “Something shitty is coming… you feel it?”
“You said that during the first movie… it’s just jitters.”
“I hope so…” Leaning into Ryan’s chest, Bam sighs happily at the feeling of the hands rubbing from his shoulders to his elbows. “Ape corner you?” Dunn snickers, but says nothing. Bam turns to face him. “Dude, what’d she say…”
“She’s practically running around the kitchen singing to herself she’s so god-damn happy, BamBam… stop worrying.” Ryan tousles Bam’s messy hair.
“So weird…” Grabbing his skateboard, Bam nods to the castle. “How about a shower before we leave?”
“What together?” Dunn chuckles and waits for Bam to pick up on the joke.
“Yeah…” He nudges Ryan’s shoulder with his, as if to convey their shared memory. “Ape had a shit fit about that damn rug… didn‘t she?”
***
They’re about halfway back towards Florida in the lambo instead of the Hummer, and hadn’t that been a fun argument, when Johnny calls them. The rest of the crew is headed towards Louisiana.
“Shit, man… we won’t be able to make it… we’re in in god damn Savannah, Georgia and Ryan’s been driving all fucking day!” Bam scowls at the phone.
“Get a hotel… relax for the rest the day… Jeff says there’s no big rush getting back… everyone will still be here ready to film… your meds working?”
“Did Ape call you?
“No… why?” Johnny laughs. “Oh shit, hey… I gotta go to make-up… “
“Irving?”
“Yeah… hey tell Dunn hi for me…”
“Tell him yourself…” Bam holds the phone next to Ryan’s ear as he drives.
“Hey, Johnny… what’s up?” Unable to hear the other side of the conversation, Bam smirks over at Ryan. How sad is it that I’m finding one sided phone conversations fun to listen to after over 10 fucking hours in this car. Pathetic. “Yeah… Uh huh… he is… you too… bye…” Raising an eyebrow, Bam is content to stare at Dunn until the answers start spilling. “What?”
“What did Knoxville say?”
“You handed me the fucking phone, Bam!”
“What did he say?”
“To stop off and get a hotel, a bite to eat, and…”
“And?”
“Jesus, Bam he was just flirting with me… us…”
“Uh huh… what did he say?”
“You’ll find out at the hotel…”
“Fucking tease…” Bam whines. His voice holds little threat, but he’s obviously unhappy at Ryan keeping secrets from him.
“Yeah, well… you love it.”
Bam frowns, or at least he tries. They pull off on exit 109 and set about finding decent accommodations.
***
“The Hilton Desoto? You’ve got to be shitting me…” Dunn’s squinting through the windshield up at the building as they pull up. It’s nice… and true they’d stayed in nicer before, but it was just the two of them…
“Ape made the reservation… don’t look at me…” There’s a regal smile spread across Bam’s lips even as he pleads innocence in the matter. If he’d left it up to Ryan, they’d be staying at a Super 8 or some shit. This is much better…
Ryan quickly parks the lambo and grabs his and Bam’s bags from behind their seats. “Well, let’s do this before we’re spotted… it’s not like we have a whole floor reserved…”
Sliding a pair of shades on Bam nods and together they head for the door. The clerk at the front desk reminds Bam of Alfred from Batman. He giggles. Which only earns him a curious though slightly worried look from Alfred. They end up on a room on the ninth floor. It has a small balcony. Ryan cringes at the thought of just how much trouble could probably get themselves into here if it was the whole crew.
“Hey… Want to go shopping?”
Silence. “What now?” Dunn asks.
“Yeah…” Bam’s voice has that high pitch to it that comes through when others are acting in a way confusing to him.
Throwing himself on the bed, Ryan sighs. “Dude, I just want to sleep for like twelve hours straight…”
Bam grabs the hotel keycard and slips it into his pocket. “I’m gonna go out for a bit then… see you later?” He heads to the door.
“Hey…” Turning to Ryan’s voice, Bam is ready to bitch at the man for holding him up when Dunn’s lips are suddenly press to his. Oh… nice… Distracted, he wraps his arms around Ryan’s neck and surrenders to the onslaught. “Be careful…” Dunn whispers when they separate. Bam quirks an eyebrow and gives him a quick peck on the corner of his mouth before leaving.
Down in the lobby, he seeks out the first phone book he can lay his hands on. Finding his goal, Bam’s on his way off with a friendly nod at the doorman. Sliding into the lambo’s seat, he’s off to explore the town.
***
Dunn’s still asleep when he gets back, so Bam slips his purchases into the nearest drawer. He pauses at the end of the bed taking in the sight. Ryan’s sprawled out on the bed on his stomach; his mouth gaping like a fish against his pillow. His legs are stretched out like he’s been running a marathon in his sleep. All Bam can do is sit gently on the edge of the bed and stare. Why didn’t I see this coming? It’s a good ten minutes before he stands and shucks off his clothes and heads to the shower.
He personally can’t image the crew ever staying at a hotel like this, and he thanks the fuck he asked Ape to make the reservations instead of Johnny. With the rest of the guys here, this placed would be trashed in a matter of minutes. Pushing those thoughts out of his mind he stands before the mirror clad in only his boxers and he looks… he really looks. Finger pinch and pull at jowls that are getting flabby. Shit if he doesn’t have a double chin emerging. After filming, I’m going on a fucking diet… He brushes a hand over his stomach. At least I’m not turning into a total fat ass…
“Whatcha doing?” Ryan mumbles from the doorway.
Bam jumps. “Nothing…” He scratches his fingers through his hair roughly and makes like he was about to brush his teeth.
Dunn isn’t fooled. Walking up behind him, Ryan rests his chin on Bam’s shoulder; the position has become a familiar and common one for both of them. He meets Bam’s eyes in the mirror. “You looks so fucking hot…” Blushing Bam ducks his head. He knows it, but Ryan saying it to him does something to him. Something that makes him week in his knees. Gives him the shakes. Makes him sweat.
Rough hands slide over his abs and his eyes latch onto the sight. Seeing him and Dunn like this is a heady experience, but not one he’s going to rush. Bam presses his shoulders back against Ryan’s chest. He can literally feel the deep rumblings in his chest when Dunn whispers in his ear. “Come to bed with me?”
They walk over to the bed in awkward silence. Ryan’s resisting the urge to cup Bam’s face gently in his hand and kiss him breathless. The way Bam’s acting tonight… he needs something else entirely. Dunn grabs a handful of Bam’s hair and tugs him into a rough kiss. The fight on Bam’s lips is even more violent than Ryan expected, but doesn’t deter him. Dull nails bite into each other’s flesh as they fight for dominance. No one’s giving it up so readily tonight. All is decided when Ryan shoves his thigh between Bam’s legs to steady himself and Bam fucking flinches away.
“On the bed…” Dunn commands.
Bam looks ready to argue, but upon seeing Ryan’s face decides better of it. He slides his boxer off and climbs onto the bed. He’s crawling up towards the pillows when Dunn’s hands stop him. He’s barely past the edge of the bed. Looking over his shoulders, he bitches. “Can I at least get comfortable?
Placing his hand over the small of Bam’s back, Ryan replies very seriously. “No.” At Bam’s widened eyes, he continues. “Don’t fucking move a muscle…”
Ass stuck in the air, his face resting on his arms; Bam watches over shoulder as Dunn peals off his clothes item by item. When Ryan leans forward and bites his unwounded ass cheek, he yelps. “I think you’ve done enough damage to my ass, Ry…”
“I don’t.” He smirks into the flesh and nips again for good measure.
When a lubed finger presses into his entrance, Bam realizes that Ryan had to have been planning this. He had this shit set up! “Why am I the fucking bottom again?” He whines.
Laughing, Ryan tightens his grip around a handful of Bam’s thigh. “Because when I look at you all I want to do is slide into you and fuck until I can’t see straight… and…” he adds, “you flinched.” Dunn presses another finger in. It shuts Bam up for the time being. His mouth is far too busy moaning and biting into his arm to smart off at Ryan.
Legs spreading further apart at Dunn’s ministrations, Bam feels like a whore. How is it that Ryan can reduce him to such a god-damn state? It’s down right pathetic. Then just like the night before, he presses fingers against Bam’s prostate leaving the man’s thoughts in vastness. Bam feels only the slide of the bedding beneath him and the press of Ryan’s fingers fucking him into oblivion. He startles himself as well as Dunn when he speaks. “Fuck me.” His voice is low and coarse, but they both know what he’s just said.
Ryan doesn’t waste a moment before lining his cock up with Bam’s ass and surging forward; still gentler than he’d like, but rough enough for the night’s events. Neither of them speak until he’s buried to the hilt. “Hold onto something…” he warns Bam in a quiet whisper before he pulls back and thrusts back into him so hard his balls slap against Bam’s ass. He splays his hand over the small of Bam’s back again.
Whimpering Bam shoves himself back against Dunn. “More…”
Sure to break a sweat, Ryan begins a bruising and steady pace as he pistons in and out of Bam. Each time that Bam trembles beneath him, Dunn has to bite his lip as a distraction. Eyes rolling back he holds off his completion a moment at a time. It’s Bam’s broken voice begging him, that undoes him.
“Oh god, harder, Ry… harder… fucking harder…”
The headboard is slamming into the wall, and finally Bam’s whimpering with every deep thrust . Ryan’s breathing hard; sweat slicks his skin. He can’t take it much longer. “Shit, Bam, I’m gonna cum…” Before he can finish his sentence, Bam’s ass is convulsing around him. Ryan sees stars before collapsing bonelessly on top of Bam.
Each breath is labored, but he still manages a chuckle when an angry, muffled voice beneath him raises. “Get the fuck off me… your ass is heavier than it looks…and my ass hurts.” Laughing, Dunn rolls off of him. He can see his cum slowly starting to leak out of Bam’s ass. His voice disappears. His eyes are glued to the sight.
Confused at the sudden silence, Bam curves his back to look over at Ryan. “What?” He follows Dunn’s eyes to his ass. He doesn’t see the fixation, but reaches around to attempt inspecting it. When Ryan’s breath hitches as Bam’s finger near his asshole, Bam smirks. He decides to tease the blonde just a little. After all, he deserves it for the leg to crotch move he’d made earlier. Bam scrapes a painted fingernail over the red flesh surrounding his entrance. He’s tender and sure he’s going to feel this for at least a god-damn week, but he can’t pass up the chance for revenge. He presses a single digit in.
Ryan’s stopped breathing as he watches Bam’s finger disappear inside of himself. “Jesus, Bam…” He finally gasps. And it’s enough. Bam’s not even sure he could tolerate any more than his own finger at this point… he pulls it out. He’s about to wipe the mess on the comforter when Dunn grabs his hand and brings it to his mouth. Sick… but fuck it’s hot…
Then out of nowhere a yawn hits him, and despite the lips wrapped around his finger, Bam’s arching into the stretch of his mouth and nuzzling into the bed… well fucked and satiated. He pulls his finger from Ryan’s mouth. “Mmm… sleepy, Random.”
“Me too,” Dunn shuffles up to lay his head on the pillow. Grabbing Bam’s hand he drags him against him and snuggled together they surrender to sleep.
***
The room is no longer dark when Ryan wakes later that night alone in bed. Across the room, Bam is curled up on a leather recliner in a hotel robe, hunching over a small book. Eyes half open, Dunn watches him run fingers over the text and pictures of the book. He can’t make out what they say or even what book it is, but the worshipful treatment Bam’s giving the pages keeps his attention. He has to bite back a startled gasp when Bam’s hand travel down between his legs and slowly and purposefully starts tugging. Eyes now glued to a specific page, Bam’s pumping his cock faster and faster unaware of his recently awoken audience. It’s a short moment later when Bam’s entire body stiffens and he spurts his release all over his fist. Much to Dunn’s surprise, he brings it to his mouth and begins to lick his hand clean. Even from across the room, Ryan can hear the initial reactions and protests in their whispered form. “Sick…” All too soon, the disgust has left Bam and he’s practically felating his fingers.
Ryan’s fighting a losing battle. He’d give anything to stand up and walk over to Bam and take a peek at what’s got him so hot and bothered. Sheer exhaustion wins out and he’s nodded off before Bam’s even removed his fingers form his mouth.
***
It’s hard not to notice Dunn’s smirk from the passenger seat of the lambo the next morning. “What?”
Shaking his head, Ryan replies. “Nothing…”
“Come on what… you’ve been staring at me like some kind of freak all morning…”
Finally unable to contain his mirth and amusement, Ryan smiles flashing brightly through his shaggy beard. “Book worm…”
Bam’s eyes go wide and he blushes to beat all what not. “You saw?!”
Eyes twinkling with lust and amusement, Dunn leers. “Yeah…” And he keeps on driving as if his dick isn’t so hard it’s practically rubbing against the steering wheel from inside his pants…
Chapter 7