Culmination
Title: Culmination
Chapter: 2
Fandom: Jackass/Viva La Bam
Rating: Very NC-17
Pairing: Bam/Ryan/Johnny
Warning: Spoilers for Viva La Bam’s Fort Knoxville, Jackass 1 & 2...
Disclaimer: It’s fiction. Learn it, live it... love it.
Word Count: 2197
Summary: A follow-up to the branding incident...
Chapter 1
Ryan’s barely entered the hotel’s rotating doorway, when pure evil manifests itself on Bam’s face. Seconds later, Bam’s throwing his weight against his section’s doors in the opposite direction. Of course, Dunn’s face hits the pane with a loud thud soon followed by a round of cussing and laughter.
He knew something had to be coming yet Bam isn’t ready when he’s met with a full body slam as he exits. The alcohol in his system lending to his exaggerated stumbling, he giggles and lets himself fall against the nearest steady mass. Which just happens to be Knoxville… He’s not surprised, not really, when Johnny’s only reaction is to calmly and coolly bear his weight and set him on the right path.
There’s something strangely serene about the man tonight and Bam can’t quite put his finger on it. It’s almost as if he’s making up for something… but he hasn’t done anything… yet. His buzz has started to wear off. His ass hurts, and though he doesn’t regret throwing himself all over Dunn, he’s starting to wish Knoxville was… away. Something’s growing in the pit of his gut… something isn’t right. And maybe it’s just because they’ve pulled so much shit on each other in the past. He’s bound not to trust him. After all, they’ve both gotten pretty viscous during their prank wars.
The door snicks shut behind them as they enter Johnny’s room. And Bam’s wondering how they’re going to do this. If it was just him and Ryan, he’d already have him on the floor pushing his tongue into Dunn’s mouth with every thrust of his hips.
Springs creak on the bed. Leave it to Knoxville to jump right in… face first. Bam looks to Ryan; his eyes lingering, waiting for him to make up his mind… to make a move showing that this is okay. Dunn’s eyes show nothing but a yearning to please Bam. Then it clicks. Button by button, Bam peels off his shirt. Wincing, he toes off his shoes then shucks off his pants ever so carefully. By god, they’re going to give Knoxville the show of his fucking life… Bam takes the few steps that bring him to Ryan’s feet. Flashing a hungry, feral grin, he drops to his knees.
The white flash of teeth biting at the bulge in Dunn’s jeans is all the further prompting Johnny needs. He’s whipping out his dick like it’s anybody’s business. His eyes are glued to the look of pure rapture on Bam’s face. Servility upon the face of the fucking brat prince of West Chester…
Fingers dance their way up Ryan’s thighs and begin their duty of removing any and all barriers between Bam’s mouth and Ryan’s skin. As the expanse of flesh is bared, all three men are breathing heavy. They’ve seen one another in an assortment of compromising positions, but they’ve never seen each other quite like this. Dunn’s red, hard cock is mere inches from Bam’s face, and he’s inhaling deeply before reaching forward and pulling Ryan’s hips to him. The first taste of pre-cum on his tongue pushes him past the nagging thoughts lingering in the back of his mind. The feel of slick hard flesh sliding between his lips is all he needs. Ryan’s petting his hair affectionately… he can hear the creaking of the box springs as Knoxville gets busy. Bam moans hungrily around the cock stuffed in his mouth.
“Fuck, Bam!” Dunn cries out. His fingers tighten around the curls he’s woven his fingers through. It takes some effort, but he manages to pull Bam from his lap. “C’mere…”
Bam stands. His equilibrium off balance once again. Maybe I haven’t sobered up as much as I thought. He can’t help it, a wide smile spreads across his face. If Dunn thinks he’s in charge… he’s in for a huge, god-damn surprise! Slowly… deliberately, Bam lifts his hands and splays them over Ryan’s still clothed chest and pushes hard. There’s a surprised gasp as the blonde hits the wall. Chipped nail polish adorns the fingertips of the hand wrapping itself around the shoulder-blade length curls that surround Dunn’s face. When Bam’s tightens his fist and pulls, Ryan has no choice but to bare his neck as he arches into the touch. The thin fabric of Dunn’s shirt is shoved into his pits before swollen, wet, red lips descend upon his exposed nipples. Each squirm is met with an ever increasing forceful tug of hair. Soon Dunn’s whispering his pleas. “Shit, Bam… please…”
Both men gasp when Johnny appears beside them. His eyes meet Bam’s for a mere second before he reaches for Dunn. Frowning, Ryan pulls away from Bam’s touch and turns to Knoxville. In turn, Johnny grabs both of his wrists and pulls him hard against his chest. Knoxville’s the one now pressed against the stark white walls of the hotel room. Intertwining his fingers through Dunn’s, he raises their hands above his head. His grasp unforgiving, he holds them in place.
“There’s lube in the night stand, Bam…” The harsh edges of Johnny’s voice are gone replaced by a low velvety growl.
“Oh hells yes…” Bam practically skips over to the night stand.
Ryan’s a fucking sight. Pants shoved down to his ankles, t-shirt hastily pushed up and over his chest, and those fucking guns stretch out above him. Knoxville sure in the hell knows how to present a hot piece of ass. Bam presses his body against Dunn’s. “You’re one hot mother fucker you know that…?” The wanton pressing of his bared ass against Bam’s cock is Ryan’s only answer. So Bam does what any man would do with what is so openly offered to him. He takes it. A single finger coated with lube begins their foray; pushing carefully past the ring of muscle that lead to the delicious hot warmth that is Ryan Dunn.
Knoxville’s found his voice again. “Feels a hell of a lot better than a fucking toy car don’t it?” His eyes flash dangerously.
“Oh, god…” Dunn shudders at the memory of that damn car. His ass spasms around Bam’s finger as he moans and presses his face cheek to cheek with Johnny’s. “Keep talking…” Behind him Bam adds another finger. His light laughter is not lost on Dunn’s ears.
“Think about it… that thick cock of Bam’s is gonna be shoved so far up your ass… you won’t even remember your own god damn birthday…” Knoxville growls. His breath swirling and caressing the curves of Ryan’s ears with every gasp.
Scissoring his finger, Bam leans forward until his mouth is not even a tongue flick away from Johnny’s next to Ryan’s ear. “Beg for me, Random… I want to hear you beg for my cock.”
“Do it…” Johnny adds breathlessly. “Beg for it… you know you’ve spent months fucking your own fist thinking about… This. Exact. Moment.”
Bam’s eyes widen at Knoxville. That’s fucking hot. He wondered if he could get off from Johnny’s dirty talk alone. Another time… I’ve got Ryan right where I want him. Curling his fingers inside of Dunn’s ass, Bam bounces at the man’s startled moan. So he does it again… and again. Knoxville’s started giggling again, which should feel weird, but it doesn’t. It’s fucking perfect.
“Jesus, Bam…” Ryan’s shuddering against Johnny. He’s about to vibrate through the guy. “Stop fucking around and fuck me already…”
“Ah, ah, ah. What do you say?” Knoxville leers into his ear. Bam giggles.
“Shit…” He gasps and presses himself back on Bam’s fingers. “Fuck… please, Bam…”
With innocence that is very clearly a farce, Johnny sing songs into Ryan‘s ear. “Please what?”
“Listen to Knoxville…” Bam advises as he presses a third finger into Dunn’s hole, stretching him wider. Each and every time that Ryan pushes back against him fucking himself on his fingers, it’s all Bam can do to hold back the moans building in his throat. He’s the one ready to beg Ryan to let him fuck him. Quite honestly, the only thing holding him back is Knoxville… who must be hard as a fucking rock with Dunn stretched out over him like this.
“You assholes just…” Ryan’s litany is cut off when Johnny slips his feet between Dunn’s ankles and kicks his legs further apart. The sudden movement causes him to fall hard onto Bam’s already deep reaching finger. “Shit! Fine!” He gasps. “Quit dicking around and fuck me already…” Knoxville clears his throat. Moaning, Ryan thrusts against him and sarcastically adds “Pretty fucking please…”
Bam can’t swallow the moans any longer. Scraping his teeth over Ryan’s ear his voice breaks. “Say it again…”
Turning his face to meet Bam’s eyes, Dunn leaves a trail of beard burned flesh on Knoxville’s neck. “Please fuck me…” He whispers.
His teeth biting his bottom lip white, Bam angles his cock at Ryan’s entrance and pushes.
Knoxville’s at it again. He‘s targeted Dunn‘s other ear and is growling into it. “This is it. Feel that? Does it burn?” Ryan answers with a loud moan and buries his face in Johnny’s collar. “You won’t be able to sit for a week without feeling him inside you now…”
“Fuck… shut up for a second!” Bam exclaims. Johnny’s words are about to push him over the edge and he isn’t even completely inside Ryan yet. Much to his surprise, Knoxville complies. And to the soundtrack of Dunn’s whimpering and his own gasps, Bam finds himself fully sheathed. “Fucking finally…” He gasps.
Ryan’s knuckles are white in Knoxville’s hands, but he’s not protesting. The sudden roll of Bam’s hips sends him hurtling against Johnny. His dick brushes up against the jagged zipper of Johnny’s pants and cock. This time Knoxville moans loudly into his ear.
Bam’s at the top of the fucking world. He does indeed feel like a fucking king. Ryan’s so dam hot and tight around him. And Johnny’s… well, shit… Johnny’s could literally fuck him with the sound of his voice. All that raw energy focused on me and Dunn alone. No cameras, no crew… holy fuck.
His voice a keening whine, Ryan presses hard against Knoxville,. He’s so damn close so when Johnny’s cock twitches against his stomach it sends him flying high. His ass spasms around Bam’s cock. He pulses and comes all the fuck over Johnny’s pants. Knoxville surprises them both when he speaks. “Harder. Bam, you dick, pin our asses to the fucking wall…”
God damn, that’s more than enough encouragement. Bam thrusts with every ounce of strength in his body. He’s on his fucking toes as he shoves hard into Dunn over and over again. His face is buried in the blonde locks covering Ryan’s neck. He inhales sharply. Eyes rolling, he cums with a loud grunt .
Shit. Knoxville’s laughing again. Before Bam can figure out what’s so damn funny, Dunn’s laughing too. Then he sees Johnny’s arms relaxing… his entire body is literally shaking as he falls into the wall. He fucking laughs when he gets off… And Bam can’t help himself, he starts laughing too. What a sight they must make. They’ve yet to even pull themselves apart… yet here they stand laughing their asses off.
He can feel himself softening, with a gentle tug Bam’s stumbling away from Ryan about ready to collapse on the bed when Johnny’s eyes go wide. “Bam, no!” All to late, he realizes what the commotion is about when the first pressure of the mattress hits him. Dunn’s stumbling over his jeans to reach for him, when Bam’s eyes roll back and he collapses onto the bed anyways.
***
He comes to with the sound of anxious, pissed off voices above him. His face is pressed awkwardly into the mattress and it takes him a minute to acclimate.
“It’s not like we have any god damn smelling salts… I don’t know how the fuck to wake him up without causing him to hurt himself more.” Knoxville’s voice holds an anger that hadn’t been present all night.
“Don’t fucking yell at me.”
“Don’t fucking act like I should know what the hell to do then…”
“Jesus, Johnny he just passed out… he didn’t even sit all the way down. What have the fuck have I done?”
Enough was enough. Bam shifted. “Shut the fuck up, you pussies…” He pushes himself up onto his elbows. “I’m okay.” He hisses as his ass flares. Dunn’s face falls even further. Shit. “Stop it, Ryan.” Dunn opens his mouth to protest when Bam cuts him off again. “Stop it.” He looks over to Johnny for reinforcement.
“He knew what he was getting into… stop blaming yourself…” Knoxville rubs Ryan’s back.
“But…”
“But nothing.” Bam finishes.
Ryan rubs a hand over his eyes before nodding and mumbling. “Fine…”
Bam frowns and looks down at Dunn’s feet. “Did you fall on your ass, just now?”
“Yeah…”
The laughter bursts from his lips like confetti. The image is just so damn hilarious. Dunn probably had cum leaking down his thigh, when he lunged forward to try and grab him, then to fall on his ass after the fucking he’s just given him. “Dude… I think we’re even…”
Chapter 3
Chapter: 2
Fandom: Jackass/Viva La Bam
Rating: Very NC-17
Pairing: Bam/Ryan/Johnny
Warning: Spoilers for Viva La Bam’s Fort Knoxville, Jackass 1 & 2...
Disclaimer: It’s fiction. Learn it, live it... love it.
Word Count: 2197
Summary: A follow-up to the branding incident...
Chapter 1
Ryan’s barely entered the hotel’s rotating doorway, when pure evil manifests itself on Bam’s face. Seconds later, Bam’s throwing his weight against his section’s doors in the opposite direction. Of course, Dunn’s face hits the pane with a loud thud soon followed by a round of cussing and laughter.
He knew something had to be coming yet Bam isn’t ready when he’s met with a full body slam as he exits. The alcohol in his system lending to his exaggerated stumbling, he giggles and lets himself fall against the nearest steady mass. Which just happens to be Knoxville… He’s not surprised, not really, when Johnny’s only reaction is to calmly and coolly bear his weight and set him on the right path.
There’s something strangely serene about the man tonight and Bam can’t quite put his finger on it. It’s almost as if he’s making up for something… but he hasn’t done anything… yet. His buzz has started to wear off. His ass hurts, and though he doesn’t regret throwing himself all over Dunn, he’s starting to wish Knoxville was… away. Something’s growing in the pit of his gut… something isn’t right. And maybe it’s just because they’ve pulled so much shit on each other in the past. He’s bound not to trust him. After all, they’ve both gotten pretty viscous during their prank wars.
The door snicks shut behind them as they enter Johnny’s room. And Bam’s wondering how they’re going to do this. If it was just him and Ryan, he’d already have him on the floor pushing his tongue into Dunn’s mouth with every thrust of his hips.
Springs creak on the bed. Leave it to Knoxville to jump right in… face first. Bam looks to Ryan; his eyes lingering, waiting for him to make up his mind… to make a move showing that this is okay. Dunn’s eyes show nothing but a yearning to please Bam. Then it clicks. Button by button, Bam peels off his shirt. Wincing, he toes off his shoes then shucks off his pants ever so carefully. By god, they’re going to give Knoxville the show of his fucking life… Bam takes the few steps that bring him to Ryan’s feet. Flashing a hungry, feral grin, he drops to his knees.
The white flash of teeth biting at the bulge in Dunn’s jeans is all the further prompting Johnny needs. He’s whipping out his dick like it’s anybody’s business. His eyes are glued to the look of pure rapture on Bam’s face. Servility upon the face of the fucking brat prince of West Chester…
Fingers dance their way up Ryan’s thighs and begin their duty of removing any and all barriers between Bam’s mouth and Ryan’s skin. As the expanse of flesh is bared, all three men are breathing heavy. They’ve seen one another in an assortment of compromising positions, but they’ve never seen each other quite like this. Dunn’s red, hard cock is mere inches from Bam’s face, and he’s inhaling deeply before reaching forward and pulling Ryan’s hips to him. The first taste of pre-cum on his tongue pushes him past the nagging thoughts lingering in the back of his mind. The feel of slick hard flesh sliding between his lips is all he needs. Ryan’s petting his hair affectionately… he can hear the creaking of the box springs as Knoxville gets busy. Bam moans hungrily around the cock stuffed in his mouth.
“Fuck, Bam!” Dunn cries out. His fingers tighten around the curls he’s woven his fingers through. It takes some effort, but he manages to pull Bam from his lap. “C’mere…”
Bam stands. His equilibrium off balance once again. Maybe I haven’t sobered up as much as I thought. He can’t help it, a wide smile spreads across his face. If Dunn thinks he’s in charge… he’s in for a huge, god-damn surprise! Slowly… deliberately, Bam lifts his hands and splays them over Ryan’s still clothed chest and pushes hard. There’s a surprised gasp as the blonde hits the wall. Chipped nail polish adorns the fingertips of the hand wrapping itself around the shoulder-blade length curls that surround Dunn’s face. When Bam’s tightens his fist and pulls, Ryan has no choice but to bare his neck as he arches into the touch. The thin fabric of Dunn’s shirt is shoved into his pits before swollen, wet, red lips descend upon his exposed nipples. Each squirm is met with an ever increasing forceful tug of hair. Soon Dunn’s whispering his pleas. “Shit, Bam… please…”
Both men gasp when Johnny appears beside them. His eyes meet Bam’s for a mere second before he reaches for Dunn. Frowning, Ryan pulls away from Bam’s touch and turns to Knoxville. In turn, Johnny grabs both of his wrists and pulls him hard against his chest. Knoxville’s the one now pressed against the stark white walls of the hotel room. Intertwining his fingers through Dunn’s, he raises their hands above his head. His grasp unforgiving, he holds them in place.
“There’s lube in the night stand, Bam…” The harsh edges of Johnny’s voice are gone replaced by a low velvety growl.
“Oh hells yes…” Bam practically skips over to the night stand.
Ryan’s a fucking sight. Pants shoved down to his ankles, t-shirt hastily pushed up and over his chest, and those fucking guns stretch out above him. Knoxville sure in the hell knows how to present a hot piece of ass. Bam presses his body against Dunn’s. “You’re one hot mother fucker you know that…?” The wanton pressing of his bared ass against Bam’s cock is Ryan’s only answer. So Bam does what any man would do with what is so openly offered to him. He takes it. A single finger coated with lube begins their foray; pushing carefully past the ring of muscle that lead to the delicious hot warmth that is Ryan Dunn.
Knoxville’s found his voice again. “Feels a hell of a lot better than a fucking toy car don’t it?” His eyes flash dangerously.
“Oh, god…” Dunn shudders at the memory of that damn car. His ass spasms around Bam’s finger as he moans and presses his face cheek to cheek with Johnny’s. “Keep talking…” Behind him Bam adds another finger. His light laughter is not lost on Dunn’s ears.
“Think about it… that thick cock of Bam’s is gonna be shoved so far up your ass… you won’t even remember your own god damn birthday…” Knoxville growls. His breath swirling and caressing the curves of Ryan’s ears with every gasp.
Scissoring his finger, Bam leans forward until his mouth is not even a tongue flick away from Johnny’s next to Ryan’s ear. “Beg for me, Random… I want to hear you beg for my cock.”
“Do it…” Johnny adds breathlessly. “Beg for it… you know you’ve spent months fucking your own fist thinking about… This. Exact. Moment.”
Bam’s eyes widen at Knoxville. That’s fucking hot. He wondered if he could get off from Johnny’s dirty talk alone. Another time… I’ve got Ryan right where I want him. Curling his fingers inside of Dunn’s ass, Bam bounces at the man’s startled moan. So he does it again… and again. Knoxville’s started giggling again, which should feel weird, but it doesn’t. It’s fucking perfect.
“Jesus, Bam…” Ryan’s shuddering against Johnny. He’s about to vibrate through the guy. “Stop fucking around and fuck me already…”
“Ah, ah, ah. What do you say?” Knoxville leers into his ear. Bam giggles.
“Shit…” He gasps and presses himself back on Bam’s fingers. “Fuck… please, Bam…”
With innocence that is very clearly a farce, Johnny sing songs into Ryan‘s ear. “Please what?”
“Listen to Knoxville…” Bam advises as he presses a third finger into Dunn’s hole, stretching him wider. Each and every time that Ryan pushes back against him fucking himself on his fingers, it’s all Bam can do to hold back the moans building in his throat. He’s the one ready to beg Ryan to let him fuck him. Quite honestly, the only thing holding him back is Knoxville… who must be hard as a fucking rock with Dunn stretched out over him like this.
“You assholes just…” Ryan’s litany is cut off when Johnny slips his feet between Dunn’s ankles and kicks his legs further apart. The sudden movement causes him to fall hard onto Bam’s already deep reaching finger. “Shit! Fine!” He gasps. “Quit dicking around and fuck me already…” Knoxville clears his throat. Moaning, Ryan thrusts against him and sarcastically adds “Pretty fucking please…”
Bam can’t swallow the moans any longer. Scraping his teeth over Ryan’s ear his voice breaks. “Say it again…”
Turning his face to meet Bam’s eyes, Dunn leaves a trail of beard burned flesh on Knoxville’s neck. “Please fuck me…” He whispers.
His teeth biting his bottom lip white, Bam angles his cock at Ryan’s entrance and pushes.
Knoxville’s at it again. He‘s targeted Dunn‘s other ear and is growling into it. “This is it. Feel that? Does it burn?” Ryan answers with a loud moan and buries his face in Johnny’s collar. “You won’t be able to sit for a week without feeling him inside you now…”
“Fuck… shut up for a second!” Bam exclaims. Johnny’s words are about to push him over the edge and he isn’t even completely inside Ryan yet. Much to his surprise, Knoxville complies. And to the soundtrack of Dunn’s whimpering and his own gasps, Bam finds himself fully sheathed. “Fucking finally…” He gasps.
Ryan’s knuckles are white in Knoxville’s hands, but he’s not protesting. The sudden roll of Bam’s hips sends him hurtling against Johnny. His dick brushes up against the jagged zipper of Johnny’s pants and cock. This time Knoxville moans loudly into his ear.
Bam’s at the top of the fucking world. He does indeed feel like a fucking king. Ryan’s so dam hot and tight around him. And Johnny’s… well, shit… Johnny’s could literally fuck him with the sound of his voice. All that raw energy focused on me and Dunn alone. No cameras, no crew… holy fuck.
His voice a keening whine, Ryan presses hard against Knoxville,. He’s so damn close so when Johnny’s cock twitches against his stomach it sends him flying high. His ass spasms around Bam’s cock. He pulses and comes all the fuck over Johnny’s pants. Knoxville surprises them both when he speaks. “Harder. Bam, you dick, pin our asses to the fucking wall…”
God damn, that’s more than enough encouragement. Bam thrusts with every ounce of strength in his body. He’s on his fucking toes as he shoves hard into Dunn over and over again. His face is buried in the blonde locks covering Ryan’s neck. He inhales sharply. Eyes rolling, he cums with a loud grunt .
Shit. Knoxville’s laughing again. Before Bam can figure out what’s so damn funny, Dunn’s laughing too. Then he sees Johnny’s arms relaxing… his entire body is literally shaking as he falls into the wall. He fucking laughs when he gets off… And Bam can’t help himself, he starts laughing too. What a sight they must make. They’ve yet to even pull themselves apart… yet here they stand laughing their asses off.
He can feel himself softening, with a gentle tug Bam’s stumbling away from Ryan about ready to collapse on the bed when Johnny’s eyes go wide. “Bam, no!” All to late, he realizes what the commotion is about when the first pressure of the mattress hits him. Dunn’s stumbling over his jeans to reach for him, when Bam’s eyes roll back and he collapses onto the bed anyways.
***
He comes to with the sound of anxious, pissed off voices above him. His face is pressed awkwardly into the mattress and it takes him a minute to acclimate.
“It’s not like we have any god damn smelling salts… I don’t know how the fuck to wake him up without causing him to hurt himself more.” Knoxville’s voice holds an anger that hadn’t been present all night.
“Don’t fucking yell at me.”
“Don’t fucking act like I should know what the hell to do then…”
“Jesus, Johnny he just passed out… he didn’t even sit all the way down. What have the fuck have I done?”
Enough was enough. Bam shifted. “Shut the fuck up, you pussies…” He pushes himself up onto his elbows. “I’m okay.” He hisses as his ass flares. Dunn’s face falls even further. Shit. “Stop it, Ryan.” Dunn opens his mouth to protest when Bam cuts him off again. “Stop it.” He looks over to Johnny for reinforcement.
“He knew what he was getting into… stop blaming yourself…” Knoxville rubs Ryan’s back.
“But…”
“But nothing.” Bam finishes.
Ryan rubs a hand over his eyes before nodding and mumbling. “Fine…”
Bam frowns and looks down at Dunn’s feet. “Did you fall on your ass, just now?”
“Yeah…”
The laughter bursts from his lips like confetti. The image is just so damn hilarious. Dunn probably had cum leaking down his thigh, when he lunged forward to try and grab him, then to fall on his ass after the fucking he’s just given him. “Dude… I think we’re even…”
Chapter 3