Culmination
Title: Culmination
Chapter: 8
Fandom: Jackass/Viva La Bam
Rating: Very NC-17
Pairing: Bam/Ryan/Johnny, Bam/Ryan, Chris/Steve-O
Warning: Spoilers for Viva La Bam’s Fort Knoxville, Jackass 1 & 2...
Disclaimer: It’s fiction. Learn it, live it... love it.
Word Count: 2677
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, Chapter 6, Chapter 7
More Than I Ever Could - Chris/Steve-O
Bam wakes up alone for the first time in days. His hotel room is still illuminated in the yellow glow of cheap light bulbs. His mouth tastes like hell and he’s sore as fuck. Where the hell is Ryan? Then he remembers… remembers letting Knoxville fuck him… remembers the fear that had shot through him when he’d pushed Johnny’s satiated form off of him… to find Dunn gone. A few minutes later, Knoxville had caught on and left with promises of finding him and sending him straight here. Squinting at the alarm clock, Bam guesses that had been around three hours ago. Asshole… did you even look for him? Grabbing his cell, Bam quickly dials the number… only to jump when Dunn’s phone vibrates off the desk and onto the floor. “Fuck.” Absently he grabs for the filming schedule to see if he’d miss anything he’d have to beg out of with Jeff. He hadn’t but, he had less than a half hour before the camera crews were gathering on the penthouse balcony.
Wincing as he sits on the edge of the bed, Bam rubs the sleep out of his eyes. This is so fucked. “Not much to do about it now besides deal with it…” He mutters to himself before standing and heading towards the bathroom.
His hair is barely dry when he steps out into the night air of the balcony. Ryan’s eyes meet his first. Bam immediately heads over to his side. His voice is a low snarl as he speaks; the cameras don’t need to be privy to their conversation. “Where the fuck did you go? And why didn’t you come back when Knoxville found you?”
Shaking his head, Dunn passes on the first question. “He didn’t find me.” His eyes pause momentarily on Bam’s before turning back to Steve-O. There’s something there now that Bam hadn’t seen until today. And it fucking hurts. He’d like to raise a stink, but the shows on… and it’s the Wildboyz turn in the spot light. When Pontius starts whispering dirty shit in Steve-O’s ears, everyone thinks it’s a joke, until the first move is made.
“You’re trying to enjoy this, aren’t you?” Chris’ laughing voice hides the question he’s really asking.
Bam shudders at that thought. He watches the liquid slide down the tube and splash against Steve’s entrance. He trembles thinking about how cold that must feel against the flesh down there. And even though it’s Steve-O, Bam’s cock twitches. Pressing a hand over his hard on to hide it from the camera, he smirks and glances over at Ryan only to notice he’s doing the same fucking thing. He laughs out loud. The shit with Johnny is, for the time being, forgotten as he loses himself in the craziness of filming. And just like that, Steve’s done. All that fucking beer sucked into his ass. It’s suddenly no question about the relationship between Chris and Steve. Who’s the top who’s the bottom… and the fact that neither of them even give a fuck.
Dunn’s wheezing at Bam’s side. “Oh shit…”
Johnny’s laughing, of course. “You sick fuck!” The words seem hateful, but Bam can tell that the only thing Johnny is upset about is that the shot is a scrap… for now.
Person by person everyone shuffles into the penthouse. After the second shot, which thankfully, Jeff and Johnny deemed good enough to use… the entire crew decides that the day’s events call for a night on the town.
***
The bar is dimly lit and sparsely populated when the crew walks in. Bam’s thankful for that. He doesn’t think he could deal with fans and shit tonight. He smiles shyly when Steve-O sits down beside him. Ryan’s across the bar ordering what has to be his fifth beer for the night already. He’s barely spoken to him since that afternoon. And hell, Knoxville hadn’t spoken to him at all. Not even during the time between the skit’s two fucking shots.
“Yo…” Steve growls.
“Hey…” Chugging the remainder of his first beer, Bam motions for another before looking over at the guy. When he does, he sees concern on his face. “What?”
“Everything okay, dude? You seem… I don’t know… bothered…”
Bam’s shaking his head. “I’m not… not bothered that is…” He smiles when his next beer is placed before him.
“You sure? Pontius and I… we don’t… you okay with that?”
And with that, Bam can’t help but leer at the man. But there’s a smile spreading across his lips. “You do realize you just let him fuck you in front of … well, everybody… doesn’t that bother you?”
“Hey, man… whatever rocks your boat.”
Sipping on his drink, Bam angles his body towards Steve-O. “It really doesn’t bother you… that you’re the girl?”
Steve-O barks out an obnoxious laugh at that. Chris smiles at him from across the bar before leaning back into his conversation with Ehren. “Nah, man… there ain’t no pussy involved in this shit… It’s not a slick cunt he’s sliding into and we both are very aware of that.”
“Hmm.” Bam rolls his neck and chugs down half of his beer.
He’s startled out of his alcohol focused haze when Steve speaks again. “So… you and Ryan…?”
He coughs. Eyes wide he looks at Steve-O. “What?!” He asks, acting as if the noise of the bar muffled out his voice.
“You and Ry… you seem to be getting along a lot better than you were back when you were filming Viva La Bam…”
Oh… “Yeah… yeah, we are.”
“What about you and Knoxville… heard you two got into a scuffle today?”
Bam shrugs and leans in towards Steve. “I fell on my ass… you know… where I’m branded… he tried to help me up right away and I pushed him… on camera.”
“Shit.”
“Yeah… they’ll probably edit me out of the whole skit anyways… I only did one run on my board.”
“Sucks, dude…”
“Yeah, well…” He raises his half empty glass in the air for a toast. “Here’s to number two…”
Grinning, Steve-O raises his own beer to meet Bam’s toast before both men chug their drinks down. Deciding he has never spent enough time with the man, Bam stays at Steve’s side the entire night. Drink after drink he becomes more oblivious to the world flashing around him. He fails especially to notice that Chris and Knoxville have taken to watching him and Steve-O hang all over each other’s shoulders as they drunkenly rehash times past.
***
The horse trailer is huge as hell. Bam peeks in it. At least it’s fucking clean. “I thought Wee-man already did the wind tunnel skit…” He grumps irritably. I’m never the object of this type of shit. Why should I start now? He wishes Ryan was on set today instead of holed up back at the hotel nursing his gut through a hangover. They’d found him face down next to a pool of vomit earlier that morning. He’d been told to sleep it off for the day. But, Ryan would have totally opted to do this skit in his place. Bam sighs and glares at the men standing in front of him.
“Yeah, but he did it over the water… this is in the trailer…” Jeff explains.
“You can wear your cape…” Pontius suggests.
Giggling, Bam smiles at that idea. That is kinda funny. “Yeah, okay…”
The camera’s on and rolling. Bam smiles when he thinks about how shocked Dunn’s going to be that he’s actually accepted to do one of these skits he use to bitch about so fucking much. “I’m Bam Margera and this is the Wind Tunnel.” Flashing a smile at the camera, he tenses and waits for the wind to hit him.
Fuck! It hits harder than he thought it would. He’s disoriented as he climbs to his feet. Then he sees it… A fucking King Cobra. Assholes! “No, no, no, no!” Bam can’t get his feet to work as he scrambles back from the snake. He knows he’s screaming, but he can't bring himself to care as he presses himself into a corner. His heart’s beating so fast that he’s sure it’s about to stop. Vomit’s rising in his throat… and tears are brimming in his eyes. Fuck no. The snake moves towards him, and Bam screams again. The laughter from the crew hits his ears. Then he hears Johnny’s voice just outside the trailer..
“Are you crying?” There’s a humor to Knoxville’s voice that shouldn’t be there. At least not in Bam’s opinion.
“Yeah!” He wipes his cape over his cheek as the cameras zoom in. Assholes.
Johnny’s fucking laughing. Bam’s never felt more humiliated in his life. His eyes don’t leave the snake until it’s been removed from the trailer. The anger and distrust has hits the boiling point by then. Throwing off his coat and cape, Bam grabs a beer and climbs up on top of the sound crew’s trailer.
“What are you doing up there?”
“I don’t fucking trust nobody!” He hollers back. Ryan’s so dead when I see him. So fucking dead.. Then he feels a slickness against his skin and the curve of something wrapping around his neck and shoulder. Screaming he jumps from the trailer, sure that they’ve thrown another snake at him. The laughter is echoing around him when he realizes that it’s just a hose or some shit. He sees red. “Assholes, made me waste my beer…” He bitches before heading towards the cars. Bam’s lambo isn’t on set, but he’s got the keys to the rental truck where his belongings are stashed.
Cameras follows him, which only serves to piss him off more. Bam’s shirt is covered in beer, and all he wants to do is get into clean clothes. But god damn it if they didn’t have to fuck with him just a little more. The holes in the ground as he tries to dress are the end of it all. He’s pissed beyond all reason and for the first time in his career takes a threatening step at the camera man. They finally leave him alone. His clothes still covered in beer and mud, Bam climbs into the truck and heads back to the hotel.
***
Ryan’s just finished brushing his teeth for what felt like the millionth time that day, when Bam storms into the room. He’s covered in mud. Dunn can tell from one look at him that he’s holding back tears. He doesn’t get a chance to speak.
“It’s not bad enough that you … you left me with that asshole yesterday… you fucking betrayed me today!!!” Bam’s accent is thick as he approaches Ryan. He’s ready for a fight. Dunn literally ducks a punch when he steps forward to pull Bam into his arms. “Don’t fucking touch me. I don’t trust nobody!” Eyes wild, Bam’s starts to back into a corner.
“What the fuck happened today?” Ryan raises his hands in the air to show Bam he’s not about to try to touch him without permission until he calms down.
“As if you don’t fucking know! You and Knoxville probably had a good laugh over it at the bar last night.” Bam angrily wipes a tears from his cheek. He’s gone beyond being ashamed of their presence to royally pissed off. “I’m sure you were both reliving how fucking funny it was to tackle me down and rub that fucking snake against me…. Why not fucking lock me in a god-damn horse trailer with one?!” His voice starts to sound hoarse from all his yelling. The tendons of his neck are stretched tight under the scarf wrapped around his neck.
It’s then that he sees the anger flash in Ryan’s eyes and realizes he’s made a huge mistake. Bam crumples to the floor at his feet. “I was so fucking scared, Ry…”
Dunn kneels in front of him, and cautiously reaches out to wrap his arms around Bam. When neither protest nor fight is given, he crushes Bam to his chest. “I swear, Bam… I didn’t know…” Ryan kisses the top of his head through messy brown hair. “I swear I didn’t know…”
Bam’s fingers dig into Ryan’s bicep as he lets the day’s events wash over him. His tears dry faster than he expects. The humiliation has returned. The fact that someone he’d let … fuck him… did something so, so vicsious to him for a fucking laugh… Bam tightens his grip on Dunn.
Ryan pulls away from Bam enough to look at his face. He’s not seen Bam in such a state since they were kids. His cheeks are puffy and red. Hell, Dunn can’t remember the last time he saw him cry. “Let’s get you out of these… you smell like a drunk…”
“Spilled my beer when they threw a hose at me…” Bam mumbles. “I was on top of the sound trailer trying to keep an eye on everyone… I thought they’d thrown another snake at me…”
Frowning, Ryan remains silent and reaches out for Bam’s scarf. Slowly he unknots it and slides it from Bam’s neck. The slick material slides through his fingers like butter. His stomach flutters at an image of bound wrists. Dunn tosses it behind him; leaving his fantasies for another time. Wordlessly he slips his fingers under the hem of Bam’s shirt and pushes it up over his chest. All to willingly, Bam raises his arms and allows himself to be disrobed. Ryan’s breathing is shallow as he runs his hands over the pale expanse of Bam’s torso. After a moment he stands, pulling Bam with him.
Brushing the hair out of Bam’s swollen face, Ryan leans in and presses his mouth to his bottom lip; all too willing to let Bam take the lead tonight. Shifting their stance, however, Bam’s surrendering to his kiss, instead of the way Dunn had planned. But he’s not about to argue. Both hands tangled in the hair behind Bam’s ears, Ryan’s given Bam every opportunity to take the lead. Neither men speaks when they come up for air. The wet sounds of lips smacking mixed with desperate gasps cloud the air.
Before he realizes what’s going on, Dunn finds himself hovering over Bam’s flushed face as they lay face to face on his bed. Taking another chance to brush stray hair from Bam’s face, Ryan runs his hands over the contours of Bam’s face before inching down his body to unfasten his pants. It’s a struggle to get the wet and muddy fabric off, but Dunn manages. From the end of the bed he meets Bam’s eyes before bringing his mouth to Bam’ ankle and mouthing its contours. Bite after bite… mouthful after mouthful, Ryan makes his way up one thigh and down the other. Looking up he can see Bam’s shocked face obscured only by the leaking cock jutting out wantonly from his hips. Ryan licks his lips before descending upon it. Bam’s unusual silence is broken only by a deep startled moan when Dunn’s throat constricts around him. Before Bam can cum, Ryan’s presses his body chest to chest with him. Concerned eyes meet surprisingly submissive crystal blue ones. Lips meet again as Dunn reaches under his pillow for the lube. He’s about to reach behind himself when Bam grabs his wrist and directs him to his entrance.
Ryan smothers every inch of Bam’s face with fluttering kisses as he enters him. There’s too much weighing on this encounter and he can’t hold back. Dunn wants to tell Bam he loves him, instead he cries tearlessly into his neck as he reaches completion.
He can still feel Bam’s hard cock jutting into his stomach. Ryan’s waiting for smart ass comments and threats about Bam not getting off first. They don’t come. He gently pulls out of Bam and collapses next to him. He has every intentions to take care of business, but they are lost when Bam turns Ryan’s face to his and kisses his eyelids, cheeks, then his mouth. Dunn’s hands caress his arms and back almost worshipfully in return. Breathing each other’s air, lips never leaving each other… Ryan’s heart breaks when Bam shudders against him, coating his thigh. He hadn’t even touched him. In the silence that follows, both men fall asleep without speaking…
Chapter 9
Chapter: 8
Fandom: Jackass/Viva La Bam
Rating: Very NC-17
Pairing: Bam/Ryan/Johnny, Bam/Ryan, Chris/Steve-O
Warning: Spoilers for Viva La Bam’s Fort Knoxville, Jackass 1 & 2...
Disclaimer: It’s fiction. Learn it, live it... love it.
Word Count: 2677
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, Chapter 6, Chapter 7
More Than I Ever Could - Chris/Steve-O
Bam wakes up alone for the first time in days. His hotel room is still illuminated in the yellow glow of cheap light bulbs. His mouth tastes like hell and he’s sore as fuck. Where the hell is Ryan? Then he remembers… remembers letting Knoxville fuck him… remembers the fear that had shot through him when he’d pushed Johnny’s satiated form off of him… to find Dunn gone. A few minutes later, Knoxville had caught on and left with promises of finding him and sending him straight here. Squinting at the alarm clock, Bam guesses that had been around three hours ago. Asshole… did you even look for him? Grabbing his cell, Bam quickly dials the number… only to jump when Dunn’s phone vibrates off the desk and onto the floor. “Fuck.” Absently he grabs for the filming schedule to see if he’d miss anything he’d have to beg out of with Jeff. He hadn’t but, he had less than a half hour before the camera crews were gathering on the penthouse balcony.
Wincing as he sits on the edge of the bed, Bam rubs the sleep out of his eyes. This is so fucked. “Not much to do about it now besides deal with it…” He mutters to himself before standing and heading towards the bathroom.
His hair is barely dry when he steps out into the night air of the balcony. Ryan’s eyes meet his first. Bam immediately heads over to his side. His voice is a low snarl as he speaks; the cameras don’t need to be privy to their conversation. “Where the fuck did you go? And why didn’t you come back when Knoxville found you?”
Shaking his head, Dunn passes on the first question. “He didn’t find me.” His eyes pause momentarily on Bam’s before turning back to Steve-O. There’s something there now that Bam hadn’t seen until today. And it fucking hurts. He’d like to raise a stink, but the shows on… and it’s the Wildboyz turn in the spot light. When Pontius starts whispering dirty shit in Steve-O’s ears, everyone thinks it’s a joke, until the first move is made.
“You’re trying to enjoy this, aren’t you?” Chris’ laughing voice hides the question he’s really asking.
Bam shudders at that thought. He watches the liquid slide down the tube and splash against Steve’s entrance. He trembles thinking about how cold that must feel against the flesh down there. And even though it’s Steve-O, Bam’s cock twitches. Pressing a hand over his hard on to hide it from the camera, he smirks and glances over at Ryan only to notice he’s doing the same fucking thing. He laughs out loud. The shit with Johnny is, for the time being, forgotten as he loses himself in the craziness of filming. And just like that, Steve’s done. All that fucking beer sucked into his ass. It’s suddenly no question about the relationship between Chris and Steve. Who’s the top who’s the bottom… and the fact that neither of them even give a fuck.
Dunn’s wheezing at Bam’s side. “Oh shit…”
Johnny’s laughing, of course. “You sick fuck!” The words seem hateful, but Bam can tell that the only thing Johnny is upset about is that the shot is a scrap… for now.
Person by person everyone shuffles into the penthouse. After the second shot, which thankfully, Jeff and Johnny deemed good enough to use… the entire crew decides that the day’s events call for a night on the town.
***
The bar is dimly lit and sparsely populated when the crew walks in. Bam’s thankful for that. He doesn’t think he could deal with fans and shit tonight. He smiles shyly when Steve-O sits down beside him. Ryan’s across the bar ordering what has to be his fifth beer for the night already. He’s barely spoken to him since that afternoon. And hell, Knoxville hadn’t spoken to him at all. Not even during the time between the skit’s two fucking shots.
“Yo…” Steve growls.
“Hey…” Chugging the remainder of his first beer, Bam motions for another before looking over at the guy. When he does, he sees concern on his face. “What?”
“Everything okay, dude? You seem… I don’t know… bothered…”
Bam’s shaking his head. “I’m not… not bothered that is…” He smiles when his next beer is placed before him.
“You sure? Pontius and I… we don’t… you okay with that?”
And with that, Bam can’t help but leer at the man. But there’s a smile spreading across his lips. “You do realize you just let him fuck you in front of … well, everybody… doesn’t that bother you?”
“Hey, man… whatever rocks your boat.”
Sipping on his drink, Bam angles his body towards Steve-O. “It really doesn’t bother you… that you’re the girl?”
Steve-O barks out an obnoxious laugh at that. Chris smiles at him from across the bar before leaning back into his conversation with Ehren. “Nah, man… there ain’t no pussy involved in this shit… It’s not a slick cunt he’s sliding into and we both are very aware of that.”
“Hmm.” Bam rolls his neck and chugs down half of his beer.
He’s startled out of his alcohol focused haze when Steve speaks again. “So… you and Ryan…?”
He coughs. Eyes wide he looks at Steve-O. “What?!” He asks, acting as if the noise of the bar muffled out his voice.
“You and Ry… you seem to be getting along a lot better than you were back when you were filming Viva La Bam…”
Oh… “Yeah… yeah, we are.”
“What about you and Knoxville… heard you two got into a scuffle today?”
Bam shrugs and leans in towards Steve. “I fell on my ass… you know… where I’m branded… he tried to help me up right away and I pushed him… on camera.”
“Shit.”
“Yeah… they’ll probably edit me out of the whole skit anyways… I only did one run on my board.”
“Sucks, dude…”
“Yeah, well…” He raises his half empty glass in the air for a toast. “Here’s to number two…”
Grinning, Steve-O raises his own beer to meet Bam’s toast before both men chug their drinks down. Deciding he has never spent enough time with the man, Bam stays at Steve’s side the entire night. Drink after drink he becomes more oblivious to the world flashing around him. He fails especially to notice that Chris and Knoxville have taken to watching him and Steve-O hang all over each other’s shoulders as they drunkenly rehash times past.
***
The horse trailer is huge as hell. Bam peeks in it. At least it’s fucking clean. “I thought Wee-man already did the wind tunnel skit…” He grumps irritably. I’m never the object of this type of shit. Why should I start now? He wishes Ryan was on set today instead of holed up back at the hotel nursing his gut through a hangover. They’d found him face down next to a pool of vomit earlier that morning. He’d been told to sleep it off for the day. But, Ryan would have totally opted to do this skit in his place. Bam sighs and glares at the men standing in front of him.
“Yeah, but he did it over the water… this is in the trailer…” Jeff explains.
“You can wear your cape…” Pontius suggests.
Giggling, Bam smiles at that idea. That is kinda funny. “Yeah, okay…”
The camera’s on and rolling. Bam smiles when he thinks about how shocked Dunn’s going to be that he’s actually accepted to do one of these skits he use to bitch about so fucking much. “I’m Bam Margera and this is the Wind Tunnel.” Flashing a smile at the camera, he tenses and waits for the wind to hit him.
Fuck! It hits harder than he thought it would. He’s disoriented as he climbs to his feet. Then he sees it… A fucking King Cobra. Assholes! “No, no, no, no!” Bam can’t get his feet to work as he scrambles back from the snake. He knows he’s screaming, but he can't bring himself to care as he presses himself into a corner. His heart’s beating so fast that he’s sure it’s about to stop. Vomit’s rising in his throat… and tears are brimming in his eyes. Fuck no. The snake moves towards him, and Bam screams again. The laughter from the crew hits his ears. Then he hears Johnny’s voice just outside the trailer..
“Are you crying?” There’s a humor to Knoxville’s voice that shouldn’t be there. At least not in Bam’s opinion.
“Yeah!” He wipes his cape over his cheek as the cameras zoom in. Assholes.
Johnny’s fucking laughing. Bam’s never felt more humiliated in his life. His eyes don’t leave the snake until it’s been removed from the trailer. The anger and distrust has hits the boiling point by then. Throwing off his coat and cape, Bam grabs a beer and climbs up on top of the sound crew’s trailer.
“What are you doing up there?”
“I don’t fucking trust nobody!” He hollers back. Ryan’s so dead when I see him. So fucking dead.. Then he feels a slickness against his skin and the curve of something wrapping around his neck and shoulder. Screaming he jumps from the trailer, sure that they’ve thrown another snake at him. The laughter is echoing around him when he realizes that it’s just a hose or some shit. He sees red. “Assholes, made me waste my beer…” He bitches before heading towards the cars. Bam’s lambo isn’t on set, but he’s got the keys to the rental truck where his belongings are stashed.
Cameras follows him, which only serves to piss him off more. Bam’s shirt is covered in beer, and all he wants to do is get into clean clothes. But god damn it if they didn’t have to fuck with him just a little more. The holes in the ground as he tries to dress are the end of it all. He’s pissed beyond all reason and for the first time in his career takes a threatening step at the camera man. They finally leave him alone. His clothes still covered in beer and mud, Bam climbs into the truck and heads back to the hotel.
***
Ryan’s just finished brushing his teeth for what felt like the millionth time that day, when Bam storms into the room. He’s covered in mud. Dunn can tell from one look at him that he’s holding back tears. He doesn’t get a chance to speak.
“It’s not bad enough that you … you left me with that asshole yesterday… you fucking betrayed me today!!!” Bam’s accent is thick as he approaches Ryan. He’s ready for a fight. Dunn literally ducks a punch when he steps forward to pull Bam into his arms. “Don’t fucking touch me. I don’t trust nobody!” Eyes wild, Bam’s starts to back into a corner.
“What the fuck happened today?” Ryan raises his hands in the air to show Bam he’s not about to try to touch him without permission until he calms down.
“As if you don’t fucking know! You and Knoxville probably had a good laugh over it at the bar last night.” Bam angrily wipes a tears from his cheek. He’s gone beyond being ashamed of their presence to royally pissed off. “I’m sure you were both reliving how fucking funny it was to tackle me down and rub that fucking snake against me…. Why not fucking lock me in a god-damn horse trailer with one?!” His voice starts to sound hoarse from all his yelling. The tendons of his neck are stretched tight under the scarf wrapped around his neck.
It’s then that he sees the anger flash in Ryan’s eyes and realizes he’s made a huge mistake. Bam crumples to the floor at his feet. “I was so fucking scared, Ry…”
Dunn kneels in front of him, and cautiously reaches out to wrap his arms around Bam. When neither protest nor fight is given, he crushes Bam to his chest. “I swear, Bam… I didn’t know…” Ryan kisses the top of his head through messy brown hair. “I swear I didn’t know…”
Bam’s fingers dig into Ryan’s bicep as he lets the day’s events wash over him. His tears dry faster than he expects. The humiliation has returned. The fact that someone he’d let … fuck him… did something so, so vicsious to him for a fucking laugh… Bam tightens his grip on Dunn.
Ryan pulls away from Bam enough to look at his face. He’s not seen Bam in such a state since they were kids. His cheeks are puffy and red. Hell, Dunn can’t remember the last time he saw him cry. “Let’s get you out of these… you smell like a drunk…”
“Spilled my beer when they threw a hose at me…” Bam mumbles. “I was on top of the sound trailer trying to keep an eye on everyone… I thought they’d thrown another snake at me…”
Frowning, Ryan remains silent and reaches out for Bam’s scarf. Slowly he unknots it and slides it from Bam’s neck. The slick material slides through his fingers like butter. His stomach flutters at an image of bound wrists. Dunn tosses it behind him; leaving his fantasies for another time. Wordlessly he slips his fingers under the hem of Bam’s shirt and pushes it up over his chest. All to willingly, Bam raises his arms and allows himself to be disrobed. Ryan’s breathing is shallow as he runs his hands over the pale expanse of Bam’s torso. After a moment he stands, pulling Bam with him.
Brushing the hair out of Bam’s swollen face, Ryan leans in and presses his mouth to his bottom lip; all too willing to let Bam take the lead tonight. Shifting their stance, however, Bam’s surrendering to his kiss, instead of the way Dunn had planned. But he’s not about to argue. Both hands tangled in the hair behind Bam’s ears, Ryan’s given Bam every opportunity to take the lead. Neither men speaks when they come up for air. The wet sounds of lips smacking mixed with desperate gasps cloud the air.
Before he realizes what’s going on, Dunn finds himself hovering over Bam’s flushed face as they lay face to face on his bed. Taking another chance to brush stray hair from Bam’s face, Ryan runs his hands over the contours of Bam’s face before inching down his body to unfasten his pants. It’s a struggle to get the wet and muddy fabric off, but Dunn manages. From the end of the bed he meets Bam’s eyes before bringing his mouth to Bam’ ankle and mouthing its contours. Bite after bite… mouthful after mouthful, Ryan makes his way up one thigh and down the other. Looking up he can see Bam’s shocked face obscured only by the leaking cock jutting out wantonly from his hips. Ryan licks his lips before descending upon it. Bam’s unusual silence is broken only by a deep startled moan when Dunn’s throat constricts around him. Before Bam can cum, Ryan’s presses his body chest to chest with him. Concerned eyes meet surprisingly submissive crystal blue ones. Lips meet again as Dunn reaches under his pillow for the lube. He’s about to reach behind himself when Bam grabs his wrist and directs him to his entrance.
Ryan smothers every inch of Bam’s face with fluttering kisses as he enters him. There’s too much weighing on this encounter and he can’t hold back. Dunn wants to tell Bam he loves him, instead he cries tearlessly into his neck as he reaches completion.
He can still feel Bam’s hard cock jutting into his stomach. Ryan’s waiting for smart ass comments and threats about Bam not getting off first. They don’t come. He gently pulls out of Bam and collapses next to him. He has every intentions to take care of business, but they are lost when Bam turns Ryan’s face to his and kisses his eyelids, cheeks, then his mouth. Dunn’s hands caress his arms and back almost worshipfully in return. Breathing each other’s air, lips never leaving each other… Ryan’s heart breaks when Bam shudders against him, coating his thigh. He hadn’t even touched him. In the silence that follows, both men fall asleep without speaking…
Chapter 9