Terms of Friendship
Title: Terms of Friendship
Chapter: 1
Fandom: Jackass/Viva La Bam/HIM
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Bam/OFC, but various coming...
Characters: Bam, Ryan, and OFC (so far...)
Warning: Drug abuse discussed...
Disclaimer: Fiction means this isn't real...
Word Count: 1071
Summary: What pushed Ryan away, and what will draw him back...
Author’s note: Shorter chapters in this story than my usual process, but that’s just how it has been working out…
Prologue
The slick leather of the lambo’s seats pressed against the designer jeans stretched over Bam’s thighs. He’d just left Ape and Phil in charge of the patrons of the castle and was on his way to meet some random he’d gotten a number off a week or so ago. The car was still idling as he hunched over the steering wheel and dug out a pouch containing his pipe and lighter from his coat pocket. Bam waved the end of the pipe under his nose a few times inhaling the rich scent of resin and freshly packed weed before pressing the pipe to his lips and flipping his bic. A few hits and he slid the pipe back into its pouch and back into his pocket. He quickly spritzed himself with cologne. Then with a smile on his face, Bam pulled out of the driveway and headed to The Depot.
As expected, Michelle, the random, was waiting for him at there. Bam sauntered over to the table flashing her a cocky grin as he sat down. He knew there had had to have been a reason he kept her number. It turned out it was because she was hot as hell.
“Hey.” Bam greeted her coolly.
“Hey…”
“Were you waiting long?” He asked in mock concern
“For you? … no.” She smiled before picking up a menu.
“Rad.” Bam followed suit.
A half hour later they were chatting it up over steak and salad. Bam had decided that Michelle didn’t have much in the brains department… that her taste in music and movies sucked… and that tonight was definitely going to be a one time thing. But what the hell, why not make a night out of it? When the waitress stopped by their table to check up on them he ordered a shot of vodka. Sure, he was already almost done with his beer, but where was the fun in that? Michelle raised her eyebrows but then added her own order of a shot of blueberry schnapps. Bam grinned widely at her. Yes, the two of them could definitely make this night fun.
Three shots later, Bam took Michelle’s bathroom break as a chance to fish out the Percacet he’d ferreted away in his pocket. Quickly swallowing it between gulps of beer, he picked at the last of his food and waved for the check.
They made their way to the car cheerfully. When Michelle pulled Bam up against her as he leaned to open the door, he let her drag him in for a kiss. Hands automatically snaking their way up and over her breast, he gave as good as he got. She giggled into his lips then turned around to climb in the car. Bam bit his lip as he smiled. Oh yes, this could be fun.
He glanced playfully at her a few times before igniting the car. “So, Michelle, do you smoke?”
“Why… you got something?”
Bam withdrew his pipe and offered it to her. She leaned forward and took a couple quick hits before handing it back to him. “Thanks…” She coughed.
Once more, Bam waved the pipe under his nose relishing the scent before putting it to his lips. On his last hit, he pulled Michelle to him by her neck and blew the smoke into her mouth before sucking her bottom lip between his. “Feel like a few more drinks?” He whispered against her cheek.
“Sure…”
And with that reply, Bam pulled out of the restaurant parking lot. He was going to make this night special for Michelle. Not every random was up for a good toke in the lambo. And it had taken the edge off of the itch slowly building up under his skin.
A few blocks away from Duffer’s, Bam backed into a free spot on the curb. Michelle was eyeing him curiously. “So… Bam… care if I powder my nose?”
“Not at all…” He cut his eyes at her with a smile, watching as she withdrew an eye shadow compact. Pulling out the bottom tray, she retrieved a small baggie and tube then drew two lines across the mirror. She snorted one and quickly offered Bam the compact. “Thanks…” he muttered as he discreetly wiped the tube off on his coat before quickly snorting his line.
As soon as she was done tucking away her makeup, Michelle stepped out of the car. A block away from Duffer’s, Bam pressed her against the brick wall of a nearby building and kissed her sloppily.
***
The morning after greeted Bam with a huge-ass hang over and an even larger amount of disgust with himself. It hadn’t been her lithe body that got him off as he bent her over and rode her hard doggy style the night before. It hadn’t been the memory of Jenn either. Blue eyes pinched in laughter framed by long thick masses of blonde curls had ultimately pushed him over the edge as his cum splashed against the sterile latex wrapped around his cock.
He’d left him. It had been weeks since Ryan had walked out of the studio. Bam wasn’t about to be the one making the first call. To hell with that. He’d never really considered that Ryan wouldn’t be calling him up the following Monday and inviting him over to do some dumb-shit prank or to have a couple beers. Despite the cheap hotel sheet, blanket, and comforter wrapped up and under his chin, Bam shivered. Was it really over between them? Had Ryan finally had it with all the bullshit? More importantly, why the fuck had his image gotten him off when the tits and ass on this particular random should have been enough?
Leaning over Michelle, Bam dug out his pipe. Bypassing his usual ritual of enjoyment he quickly packed the pipe and lit up over and over again. He didn’t stop until his lungs burnt with every inhale and his head was reeling from the effects of the drug. When he finally collapsed on the bed, Bam could almost look Michelle in the face. He let her take the few remaining hits off the pipe before unceremoniously pushing her head towards his dick. As her lips descended over him, all thought process stopped. He no longer felt alone and abandoned. All there was in the world was the wet suction around his cock and the pleasure curling along his spine…
Chapter: 1
Fandom: Jackass/Viva La Bam/HIM
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Bam/OFC, but various coming...
Characters: Bam, Ryan, and OFC (so far...)
Warning: Drug abuse discussed...
Disclaimer: Fiction means this isn't real...
Word Count: 1071
Summary: What pushed Ryan away, and what will draw him back...
Author’s note: Shorter chapters in this story than my usual process, but that’s just how it has been working out…
Prologue
The slick leather of the lambo’s seats pressed against the designer jeans stretched over Bam’s thighs. He’d just left Ape and Phil in charge of the patrons of the castle and was on his way to meet some random he’d gotten a number off a week or so ago. The car was still idling as he hunched over the steering wheel and dug out a pouch containing his pipe and lighter from his coat pocket. Bam waved the end of the pipe under his nose a few times inhaling the rich scent of resin and freshly packed weed before pressing the pipe to his lips and flipping his bic. A few hits and he slid the pipe back into its pouch and back into his pocket. He quickly spritzed himself with cologne. Then with a smile on his face, Bam pulled out of the driveway and headed to The Depot.
As expected, Michelle, the random, was waiting for him at there. Bam sauntered over to the table flashing her a cocky grin as he sat down. He knew there had had to have been a reason he kept her number. It turned out it was because she was hot as hell.
“Hey.” Bam greeted her coolly.
“Hey…”
“Were you waiting long?” He asked in mock concern
“For you? … no.” She smiled before picking up a menu.
“Rad.” Bam followed suit.
A half hour later they were chatting it up over steak and salad. Bam had decided that Michelle didn’t have much in the brains department… that her taste in music and movies sucked… and that tonight was definitely going to be a one time thing. But what the hell, why not make a night out of it? When the waitress stopped by their table to check up on them he ordered a shot of vodka. Sure, he was already almost done with his beer, but where was the fun in that? Michelle raised her eyebrows but then added her own order of a shot of blueberry schnapps. Bam grinned widely at her. Yes, the two of them could definitely make this night fun.
Three shots later, Bam took Michelle’s bathroom break as a chance to fish out the Percacet he’d ferreted away in his pocket. Quickly swallowing it between gulps of beer, he picked at the last of his food and waved for the check.
They made their way to the car cheerfully. When Michelle pulled Bam up against her as he leaned to open the door, he let her drag him in for a kiss. Hands automatically snaking their way up and over her breast, he gave as good as he got. She giggled into his lips then turned around to climb in the car. Bam bit his lip as he smiled. Oh yes, this could be fun.
He glanced playfully at her a few times before igniting the car. “So, Michelle, do you smoke?”
“Why… you got something?”
Bam withdrew his pipe and offered it to her. She leaned forward and took a couple quick hits before handing it back to him. “Thanks…” She coughed.
Once more, Bam waved the pipe under his nose relishing the scent before putting it to his lips. On his last hit, he pulled Michelle to him by her neck and blew the smoke into her mouth before sucking her bottom lip between his. “Feel like a few more drinks?” He whispered against her cheek.
“Sure…”
And with that reply, Bam pulled out of the restaurant parking lot. He was going to make this night special for Michelle. Not every random was up for a good toke in the lambo. And it had taken the edge off of the itch slowly building up under his skin.
A few blocks away from Duffer’s, Bam backed into a free spot on the curb. Michelle was eyeing him curiously. “So… Bam… care if I powder my nose?”
“Not at all…” He cut his eyes at her with a smile, watching as she withdrew an eye shadow compact. Pulling out the bottom tray, she retrieved a small baggie and tube then drew two lines across the mirror. She snorted one and quickly offered Bam the compact. “Thanks…” he muttered as he discreetly wiped the tube off on his coat before quickly snorting his line.
As soon as she was done tucking away her makeup, Michelle stepped out of the car. A block away from Duffer’s, Bam pressed her against the brick wall of a nearby building and kissed her sloppily.
***
The morning after greeted Bam with a huge-ass hang over and an even larger amount of disgust with himself. It hadn’t been her lithe body that got him off as he bent her over and rode her hard doggy style the night before. It hadn’t been the memory of Jenn either. Blue eyes pinched in laughter framed by long thick masses of blonde curls had ultimately pushed him over the edge as his cum splashed against the sterile latex wrapped around his cock.
He’d left him. It had been weeks since Ryan had walked out of the studio. Bam wasn’t about to be the one making the first call. To hell with that. He’d never really considered that Ryan wouldn’t be calling him up the following Monday and inviting him over to do some dumb-shit prank or to have a couple beers. Despite the cheap hotel sheet, blanket, and comforter wrapped up and under his chin, Bam shivered. Was it really over between them? Had Ryan finally had it with all the bullshit? More importantly, why the fuck had his image gotten him off when the tits and ass on this particular random should have been enough?
Leaning over Michelle, Bam dug out his pipe. Bypassing his usual ritual of enjoyment he quickly packed the pipe and lit up over and over again. He didn’t stop until his lungs burnt with every inhale and his head was reeling from the effects of the drug. When he finally collapsed on the bed, Bam could almost look Michelle in the face. He let her take the few remaining hits off the pipe before unceremoniously pushing her head towards his dick. As her lips descended over him, all thought process stopped. He no longer felt alone and abandoned. All there was in the world was the wet suction around his cock and the pleasure curling along his spine…