Culmination
Title: Culmination
Chapter: 4
Fandom: Jackass/Viva La Bam
Rating: Very NC-17
Pairing: Bam/Ryan/Johnny, 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: 2434
Summary: A follow-up to the branding incident...
Author’s Note: Actual continuity of the skits preformed unknown to me, so I put them in order by memory depending on their possible use as a plot device...
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3
“Hi, I’m Johnny Knoxville… and this is the Anaconda Ball Pit…”
Crystal blue eyes focus on the subtle movements in the pit. Bam hadn’t been there for the set up, but he can swear that there were two snakes down there; or the one was a fast mother fucker. Knuckles white, he leans near the edge of the pit right in the camera’s view. He can see the distrust flaring up in Johnny’s eyes as he jumps away from Ryan.
“Hey, man… I’m on your team!” Dunn protests.
And so begins the skit, but Bam isn’t really paying attention. He tries backing away from the pit a few times, only to be drawn back as the room spins a little quicker. Suddenly overcome with the shittiest feeling he’d ever had, Bam closes his eyes and tried to breathe calmly. This is worse than any fucking cold that Ape nursed him through as a kid. If he didn’t feel so damn cold he’d swear his entire body had gone numb. Yet there is definitely sweat pouring down his face.
Pontius pats his shoulder. “Manny’ll take care of things… the snake won’t mess with you man…”
Bam forces a curt nod and smiles, hoping that Chris will just get the hell away from him again… go stand by Manny or something because he feels like he is going to hurl. And not the half fake exaggerated shit they pull for the show. It’s all moving too fast. He feels like the edited pieces of video after their unnecessary parts have been cut and lay in scraps on the floor. Jagged… Time elapsed. And no-one so much as notices. What the fuck?!
He is so consumed in staying upright, that Bam doesn’t notice when the skit ends. Then again… the flurry swirls around Johnny and his snake-bitten wrist. However, Bam’s form wavering near the pit catches Ryan’s eyes, who quickly jogs up next to him.
“See… told you I wouldn’t let him pull you in…” He teases. There is no answer. “Bam?” Dunn reaches out to grab Bam’s arm, hoping to startle him out of his trance. “Fuck, man… you’re burning up!”
Unfocussed eyes meander to meet Dunn’s. “I don’t feel so great, Random…”
“No shit!” Ryan places his palm over Bam’s forehead. “We need a medic… or something!”
Johnny looks up from his bandages, “What’s up, Ry… panic attack?” Then he catches sight of Bam. He quickly shoos the medics out of his way and without letting his bandages be finished, rushes to Dunn’s side.
Bam barely registers Knoxville’s presence before crumpling against him. All the while, Pontius and Manny look on in confusion. Once Bam’s safe in Johnny’s grasp, Ryan whips out his cell phone and calls information for the nearest hospital.
His good arm the only thing holding Bam snug against him, Johnny hollers for someone to bring his car up. Chris, finally, realizes that his staring is pointless, and that help is needed more than him being in on what was going. He does a quick skip before running towards wardrobe for the keys.
“You find a place?” Knoxville inquires as Dunn slams his cell phone shut.
“Yeah…” He turns to Wee-man. “I need you to get Jeff to fax Bam’s medical records to the West Side Community Hospital ER...” He glances over at Johnny. “And Knoxville’s too.”
Relieving Johnny of most of Bam’s weight, Dunn carefully lifts one of Bam’s limp arms over his shoulder. The three of them head out towards Knoxville’s car without so much as an explanation.
***
Once again Bam wakes up in an unfamiliar place. This is getting fucking annoying already… The first sight he sees is Dunn; face buried in his hands. Well, at least I’m not dead… “Where are we?” Bam’s accent comes out heavy and he wrinkles his nose.
Ryan jumps in his seat. He doesn’t even bother to wipe his face off before he looks up at Bam. “The emergency room…”
“What happened? I remember feeling really fucking shitty when you guys were messing around with that snake…”
“Snakes.”
“And thinking about Ape…” Bam blinks. I knew it there were two god damn snakes in there.
“They… uh… wouldn’t tell me exactly what was wrong… but from what I overheard… you got a pretty gnarly infection….” He nods at the IV. “They gave you some kind of antibiotic… or a pain killer…” Almost as if to scrub the day’s trauma from his features, Ryan rubs his face roughly in his hands and looks over at Bam expectantly.
“Where’s Knoxville?”
“Couple rooms over… he didn’t let the medics finish bandaging him on set… the nurses just about shit when they saw his hand….”
The blood rushes from Bam’s face. “He got bit?!”
“Yeah… I almost did too…”
Over-dramatically shuddering, Bam jerks. He didn’t even want to think about those sharp teeth sliding into Johnny’s flesh, or anyone’s flesh really. His imagination left very little to the bloody image that had to have been Knoxville’s hand. Manny probably had had to pry the things jaws off of him. Sick…
Dunn stands and leans his hip against the bed. “I’m really fucking sorry, Bam… all of this because of me.” Bam weaves his fingers through Ryan’s.
“We’ve all been in worse shit… hell, in my book you’ve done worse shit to me…”
“Suppose I have…” Ryan looks down at him lying on the bed. His hand flutters out and tucks hair out of Bam’s face.
Leaning forward, Dunn bends down and presses his lips to his. Eyes sliding shut at the gentle kisses Ryan feathers over his mouth, Bam allows himself to fall into them. This is so different from the aggressive, almost violent kisses they’d shared the other night. He knows he probably seems like a fucking pussy, but all he really wants to do is surrender. So he does. Lips separating, he invites Dunn to deepen the kiss. When he feels the slick pressure of Ryan’s tongue flickering against his own, Bam melts a little more. Loosening his jaw further, he opens himself completely.
The shuffling of the curtains barely give them time to pull apart before the doctor enters. Both men are breathing heavily as they look up.
“I see you are awake, Mr. Margera.” He glances at Ryan. “Your friend here wouldn’t leave until you woke up… do you mind if he stay while we discuss… matters?”
“He can stay…”
“Very well.” He clears his throat. “I’m Dr. Taylor. Mr. Margera… let’s cut to the chase. What exactly was the intent of…. Well, the injuries on your buttocks?” Neither of them can hold back their laughter. Dr. Taylor is clearly unimpressed. “Young man, I don’t think you realize the seriousness of what you’ve done to yourself.”
“Earned myself another lambo…” Bam mumbles more to himself than anything. He won’t look the doctor in the eye past this. All I’m going to get is another fucking lecture… like I’m some fucking kid. Blah, blah, blah.
Dr. Taylor seems to realize the futility of his lecture and jumps to the point. “Mr. Margera, you have a very severe infection. I’m going to put you on a prescription for antibiotics. Take all of them… don’t stop just because you begin to feel better.” Noticing that Bam’s probably not listening he turns to Ryan. “Will you make sure he gets these directions?” Dunn nods. “Also, he’ll need to put this topical lotion on it four times a day.” He hands Ryan the prescription slips then clears his throat at Bam. “I know you take this lightly… don’t. Looking at your records I’m sure you have heard all this before…”
Bam rolls his eyes. “Can I be released yet?”
“The nurse will bring in the paperwork after your IV is done.” Dr. Taylor replies sagely and then he’s gone.
“Jesus, what an asshole.” Bam mutters. Ryan only grunts in response. He’s saved from having to speak when Johnny walks in.
“Hey…” Knoxville’s eyes rake over Bam. “So what did the doctor say?”
“Same ole shit…”
Ryan tries not to glare at Bam. “The burn is infected… we gotta get these filled.”
“Shit…” Now Bam’s interested. “They won’t fill them here?” Bam questions.
“Nah, man…” Johnny waves his own prescription at them.
“Uh… I need to go to West Chester then…”
Knoxville sits on the end of the bed. He’s barely favoring his wounded arm. “I think Jeff will let us take a few days off after today…”
“You coming with us?” Dunn asks hopefully.
Knoxville looks between them. “Not this time…“ He sighs. “Uh… you leaving tonight?”
Bam jumps to voice his opinion. “Tomorrow morning!”
Ryan chuckles and parrots him. “Tomorrow morning…”
***
“God, I fucking ache… get me an extra pillow, Random…” Bam’s scratching his bared stomach as he shuffles towards the bed. He’s sideswiped playfully by a flying white ball of down. “Asshole.”
“Dick.”
Awkwardly, Johnny peels back the comforter on the bed and climbs onto the sheets. His bandaged arm is held gingerly over his stomach in star contrast to earlier at the hospital. He’s smiling at the two of them. Bam eyes him from across the room. “You tired already, Johnny?”
Ryan snorts.
“What…?”
“Nothing…” Dunn widens his eyes obnoxiously as he shakes his head.
“Well, I am…” Bam climbs up on his hands and knees next to Johnny. He smiles at their position before gently laying down on his side across from the man. There’s barely room for another person, but it’ll do.
“So it’s like that, is it?” Ryan questions; his voice just almost sounding angry.
“Like what?” Genuine innocence coats Bam’s voice.
The bed creaks slightly as Dunn climbs onto it. He lets his eyes drag over both men hungrily. Ryan winks playfully at Bam before crawling up and over Johnny. Knoxville glances anxiously over at Bam. Dunn isn’t going to let him squirm out of this. “I believe this is where I say something about you having a purty mouth…”
That does it… Johnny bursts out laughing. The sound has the effect of narcotics on Bam’s ears. He watches as Ryan leans down and swallows each hiccup into his mouth. Knoxville’s mouth is wide and pliant beneath his… Bam can’t quite believe how submissive the man is being. But Ryan, not being one to look a gift horse in the mouth, indulges himself. He can practically breath in Johnny’s exhaled breath their noses are pressed so close together. The image of Knoxville’s smaller yet still very powerful form pinned underneath Ryan is such a god-damn high… Pain killers must still be running through his veins because, Bam feels fucking good just sitting here watching these two assholes get off…
***
Ryan and Bam’s car ride the next morning is long and tiresome. The day stars off with winds gusting down the city streets like a bull on a rampage. Even under his scarves, tweed coat, and fingerless gloves Bam’s visibly shivering as he climbs into the passenger seat of the Hummer. The fact that he’s let Dunn behind the wheel on such a shitty day proves just how fucked it’s already destined to be.
By the fifth pit stop, all so Bam could get out and walk, both men are on edge. Their silence alone cutting through the air steadily thickening between them.
“Why the fuck we gotta go back to West Chester… we ain’t even filming there for a few weeks!”
The pout play over Bam’s mouth is obvious. “I don’t want just any pill-pusher filling my ‘scripts…”
“What? They’re gonna sell the fact you have to put topical cream on your ass to the tabloids?” Bam’s glare clearly shows he thinks that to be an actual possibility. “Fuck, man… in your own words that’s ri-god-damn-diculous…” Ryan slams the car door and heads towards the rest area bathrooms. Shoulders slouched, Bam follows him silently. He’s trying so fucking hard to not jump down Ryan’s throat, but honestly the guy doesn’t live in the same world… or have the same pressures that he does.
Much to his surprise, he and Dunn are cocooned in warmth as soon as the bathroom door snicks shut behind them. Both men find primal comfort in this and grin widely at one another. Bam kicks and stretches his legs, watching out of the corner of his eye as Ryan cozies up to the urinal and pisses.
“Hey, Ry…”
“Yeah?“ His breath is tinged with the serenity found only in a good piss or a nice ball scratch.
“Could you check my bandages?” Bam mumbles bashfully.
Shaking himself dry, Ryan tucks his dick back into his jeans. “What? Here?!” He looks around then shrugs. “Yeah… sure… let’s use a stall though…” Wordlessly they slide into the only stall with a door still attached. “Do you have any of the samples from the hospital left?”
Digging into his coat pocket, Bam produces said sample and hands it over to Ryan. Their eyes meet and he thank him with a mere look. Hands still rigid from the cold, biting wind, Bam fumbles with his pants. On his third attempt, he succeeds and finally slides the material ever-so carefully down.
Ryan’s fingers are gentle and unwavering as he pulls back the bandage enough to see the damage. “It’s still pretty dry… it’s stopped seeping so much…” He pauses. “Want any of this shit on this time… or wait until we actually have to change it?”
Bam grunts at sting that even the warm air causes. “Later’s fine…” His hips jerk convulsively when Ryan presses his palm over the bandage sealing the tape to skin.
Next thing he knows, Dunn’s mouth is next to his ear. “I can’t wait until you’re healed…” He lets his fingertips graze the crevice of Bam’s ass. Pressing his forehead against the stall wall, Bam pants and presses into Ryan’s touch. He goes even further to widen his stance as far as his clothes allow. Smirking behind his beard, Dunn’s thrilled at Bam’s reaction, and decides to test the limits. “You really going to let them film the anal bead skit?”
Bam whimpers because he wants to… he really wants to. So fucked up that the fact that all the guys will be watching turns me on even more… “Fucker…”
“I intend to be… someday…” Ryan hisses as he nips the pale expanse of Bam’s neck. “But… we really need to get to West Chester before the pharmacy closes…” With that he backs away and saunters out of the stall.
“Bastard…” Bam cusses mostly the himself and tugs his pants back up. Fucking tease…
Chapter 5
Chapter: 4
Fandom: Jackass/Viva La Bam
Rating: Very NC-17
Pairing: Bam/Ryan/Johnny, 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: 2434
Summary: A follow-up to the branding incident...
Author’s Note: Actual continuity of the skits preformed unknown to me, so I put them in order by memory depending on their possible use as a plot device...
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3
“Hi, I’m Johnny Knoxville… and this is the Anaconda Ball Pit…”
Crystal blue eyes focus on the subtle movements in the pit. Bam hadn’t been there for the set up, but he can swear that there were two snakes down there; or the one was a fast mother fucker. Knuckles white, he leans near the edge of the pit right in the camera’s view. He can see the distrust flaring up in Johnny’s eyes as he jumps away from Ryan.
“Hey, man… I’m on your team!” Dunn protests.
And so begins the skit, but Bam isn’t really paying attention. He tries backing away from the pit a few times, only to be drawn back as the room spins a little quicker. Suddenly overcome with the shittiest feeling he’d ever had, Bam closes his eyes and tried to breathe calmly. This is worse than any fucking cold that Ape nursed him through as a kid. If he didn’t feel so damn cold he’d swear his entire body had gone numb. Yet there is definitely sweat pouring down his face.
Pontius pats his shoulder. “Manny’ll take care of things… the snake won’t mess with you man…”
Bam forces a curt nod and smiles, hoping that Chris will just get the hell away from him again… go stand by Manny or something because he feels like he is going to hurl. And not the half fake exaggerated shit they pull for the show. It’s all moving too fast. He feels like the edited pieces of video after their unnecessary parts have been cut and lay in scraps on the floor. Jagged… Time elapsed. And no-one so much as notices. What the fuck?!
He is so consumed in staying upright, that Bam doesn’t notice when the skit ends. Then again… the flurry swirls around Johnny and his snake-bitten wrist. However, Bam’s form wavering near the pit catches Ryan’s eyes, who quickly jogs up next to him.
“See… told you I wouldn’t let him pull you in…” He teases. There is no answer. “Bam?” Dunn reaches out to grab Bam’s arm, hoping to startle him out of his trance. “Fuck, man… you’re burning up!”
Unfocussed eyes meander to meet Dunn’s. “I don’t feel so great, Random…”
“No shit!” Ryan places his palm over Bam’s forehead. “We need a medic… or something!”
Johnny looks up from his bandages, “What’s up, Ry… panic attack?” Then he catches sight of Bam. He quickly shoos the medics out of his way and without letting his bandages be finished, rushes to Dunn’s side.
Bam barely registers Knoxville’s presence before crumpling against him. All the while, Pontius and Manny look on in confusion. Once Bam’s safe in Johnny’s grasp, Ryan whips out his cell phone and calls information for the nearest hospital.
His good arm the only thing holding Bam snug against him, Johnny hollers for someone to bring his car up. Chris, finally, realizes that his staring is pointless, and that help is needed more than him being in on what was going. He does a quick skip before running towards wardrobe for the keys.
“You find a place?” Knoxville inquires as Dunn slams his cell phone shut.
“Yeah…” He turns to Wee-man. “I need you to get Jeff to fax Bam’s medical records to the West Side Community Hospital ER...” He glances over at Johnny. “And Knoxville’s too.”
Relieving Johnny of most of Bam’s weight, Dunn carefully lifts one of Bam’s limp arms over his shoulder. The three of them head out towards Knoxville’s car without so much as an explanation.
***
Once again Bam wakes up in an unfamiliar place. This is getting fucking annoying already… The first sight he sees is Dunn; face buried in his hands. Well, at least I’m not dead… “Where are we?” Bam’s accent comes out heavy and he wrinkles his nose.
Ryan jumps in his seat. He doesn’t even bother to wipe his face off before he looks up at Bam. “The emergency room…”
“What happened? I remember feeling really fucking shitty when you guys were messing around with that snake…”
“Snakes.”
“And thinking about Ape…” Bam blinks. I knew it there were two god damn snakes in there.
“They… uh… wouldn’t tell me exactly what was wrong… but from what I overheard… you got a pretty gnarly infection….” He nods at the IV. “They gave you some kind of antibiotic… or a pain killer…” Almost as if to scrub the day’s trauma from his features, Ryan rubs his face roughly in his hands and looks over at Bam expectantly.
“Where’s Knoxville?”
“Couple rooms over… he didn’t let the medics finish bandaging him on set… the nurses just about shit when they saw his hand….”
The blood rushes from Bam’s face. “He got bit?!”
“Yeah… I almost did too…”
Over-dramatically shuddering, Bam jerks. He didn’t even want to think about those sharp teeth sliding into Johnny’s flesh, or anyone’s flesh really. His imagination left very little to the bloody image that had to have been Knoxville’s hand. Manny probably had had to pry the things jaws off of him. Sick…
Dunn stands and leans his hip against the bed. “I’m really fucking sorry, Bam… all of this because of me.” Bam weaves his fingers through Ryan’s.
“We’ve all been in worse shit… hell, in my book you’ve done worse shit to me…”
“Suppose I have…” Ryan looks down at him lying on the bed. His hand flutters out and tucks hair out of Bam’s face.
Leaning forward, Dunn bends down and presses his lips to his. Eyes sliding shut at the gentle kisses Ryan feathers over his mouth, Bam allows himself to fall into them. This is so different from the aggressive, almost violent kisses they’d shared the other night. He knows he probably seems like a fucking pussy, but all he really wants to do is surrender. So he does. Lips separating, he invites Dunn to deepen the kiss. When he feels the slick pressure of Ryan’s tongue flickering against his own, Bam melts a little more. Loosening his jaw further, he opens himself completely.
The shuffling of the curtains barely give them time to pull apart before the doctor enters. Both men are breathing heavily as they look up.
“I see you are awake, Mr. Margera.” He glances at Ryan. “Your friend here wouldn’t leave until you woke up… do you mind if he stay while we discuss… matters?”
“He can stay…”
“Very well.” He clears his throat. “I’m Dr. Taylor. Mr. Margera… let’s cut to the chase. What exactly was the intent of…. Well, the injuries on your buttocks?” Neither of them can hold back their laughter. Dr. Taylor is clearly unimpressed. “Young man, I don’t think you realize the seriousness of what you’ve done to yourself.”
“Earned myself another lambo…” Bam mumbles more to himself than anything. He won’t look the doctor in the eye past this. All I’m going to get is another fucking lecture… like I’m some fucking kid. Blah, blah, blah.
Dr. Taylor seems to realize the futility of his lecture and jumps to the point. “Mr. Margera, you have a very severe infection. I’m going to put you on a prescription for antibiotics. Take all of them… don’t stop just because you begin to feel better.” Noticing that Bam’s probably not listening he turns to Ryan. “Will you make sure he gets these directions?” Dunn nods. “Also, he’ll need to put this topical lotion on it four times a day.” He hands Ryan the prescription slips then clears his throat at Bam. “I know you take this lightly… don’t. Looking at your records I’m sure you have heard all this before…”
Bam rolls his eyes. “Can I be released yet?”
“The nurse will bring in the paperwork after your IV is done.” Dr. Taylor replies sagely and then he’s gone.
“Jesus, what an asshole.” Bam mutters. Ryan only grunts in response. He’s saved from having to speak when Johnny walks in.
“Hey…” Knoxville’s eyes rake over Bam. “So what did the doctor say?”
“Same ole shit…”
Ryan tries not to glare at Bam. “The burn is infected… we gotta get these filled.”
“Shit…” Now Bam’s interested. “They won’t fill them here?” Bam questions.
“Nah, man…” Johnny waves his own prescription at them.
“Uh… I need to go to West Chester then…”
Knoxville sits on the end of the bed. He’s barely favoring his wounded arm. “I think Jeff will let us take a few days off after today…”
“You coming with us?” Dunn asks hopefully.
Knoxville looks between them. “Not this time…“ He sighs. “Uh… you leaving tonight?”
Bam jumps to voice his opinion. “Tomorrow morning!”
Ryan chuckles and parrots him. “Tomorrow morning…”
***
“God, I fucking ache… get me an extra pillow, Random…” Bam’s scratching his bared stomach as he shuffles towards the bed. He’s sideswiped playfully by a flying white ball of down. “Asshole.”
“Dick.”
Awkwardly, Johnny peels back the comforter on the bed and climbs onto the sheets. His bandaged arm is held gingerly over his stomach in star contrast to earlier at the hospital. He’s smiling at the two of them. Bam eyes him from across the room. “You tired already, Johnny?”
Ryan snorts.
“What…?”
“Nothing…” Dunn widens his eyes obnoxiously as he shakes his head.
“Well, I am…” Bam climbs up on his hands and knees next to Johnny. He smiles at their position before gently laying down on his side across from the man. There’s barely room for another person, but it’ll do.
“So it’s like that, is it?” Ryan questions; his voice just almost sounding angry.
“Like what?” Genuine innocence coats Bam’s voice.
The bed creaks slightly as Dunn climbs onto it. He lets his eyes drag over both men hungrily. Ryan winks playfully at Bam before crawling up and over Johnny. Knoxville glances anxiously over at Bam. Dunn isn’t going to let him squirm out of this. “I believe this is where I say something about you having a purty mouth…”
That does it… Johnny bursts out laughing. The sound has the effect of narcotics on Bam’s ears. He watches as Ryan leans down and swallows each hiccup into his mouth. Knoxville’s mouth is wide and pliant beneath his… Bam can’t quite believe how submissive the man is being. But Ryan, not being one to look a gift horse in the mouth, indulges himself. He can practically breath in Johnny’s exhaled breath their noses are pressed so close together. The image of Knoxville’s smaller yet still very powerful form pinned underneath Ryan is such a god-damn high… Pain killers must still be running through his veins because, Bam feels fucking good just sitting here watching these two assholes get off…
***
Ryan and Bam’s car ride the next morning is long and tiresome. The day stars off with winds gusting down the city streets like a bull on a rampage. Even under his scarves, tweed coat, and fingerless gloves Bam’s visibly shivering as he climbs into the passenger seat of the Hummer. The fact that he’s let Dunn behind the wheel on such a shitty day proves just how fucked it’s already destined to be.
By the fifth pit stop, all so Bam could get out and walk, both men are on edge. Their silence alone cutting through the air steadily thickening between them.
“Why the fuck we gotta go back to West Chester… we ain’t even filming there for a few weeks!”
The pout play over Bam’s mouth is obvious. “I don’t want just any pill-pusher filling my ‘scripts…”
“What? They’re gonna sell the fact you have to put topical cream on your ass to the tabloids?” Bam’s glare clearly shows he thinks that to be an actual possibility. “Fuck, man… in your own words that’s ri-god-damn-diculous…” Ryan slams the car door and heads towards the rest area bathrooms. Shoulders slouched, Bam follows him silently. He’s trying so fucking hard to not jump down Ryan’s throat, but honestly the guy doesn’t live in the same world… or have the same pressures that he does.
Much to his surprise, he and Dunn are cocooned in warmth as soon as the bathroom door snicks shut behind them. Both men find primal comfort in this and grin widely at one another. Bam kicks and stretches his legs, watching out of the corner of his eye as Ryan cozies up to the urinal and pisses.
“Hey, Ry…”
“Yeah?“ His breath is tinged with the serenity found only in a good piss or a nice ball scratch.
“Could you check my bandages?” Bam mumbles bashfully.
Shaking himself dry, Ryan tucks his dick back into his jeans. “What? Here?!” He looks around then shrugs. “Yeah… sure… let’s use a stall though…” Wordlessly they slide into the only stall with a door still attached. “Do you have any of the samples from the hospital left?”
Digging into his coat pocket, Bam produces said sample and hands it over to Ryan. Their eyes meet and he thank him with a mere look. Hands still rigid from the cold, biting wind, Bam fumbles with his pants. On his third attempt, he succeeds and finally slides the material ever-so carefully down.
Ryan’s fingers are gentle and unwavering as he pulls back the bandage enough to see the damage. “It’s still pretty dry… it’s stopped seeping so much…” He pauses. “Want any of this shit on this time… or wait until we actually have to change it?”
Bam grunts at sting that even the warm air causes. “Later’s fine…” His hips jerk convulsively when Ryan presses his palm over the bandage sealing the tape to skin.
Next thing he knows, Dunn’s mouth is next to his ear. “I can’t wait until you’re healed…” He lets his fingertips graze the crevice of Bam’s ass. Pressing his forehead against the stall wall, Bam pants and presses into Ryan’s touch. He goes even further to widen his stance as far as his clothes allow. Smirking behind his beard, Dunn’s thrilled at Bam’s reaction, and decides to test the limits. “You really going to let them film the anal bead skit?”
Bam whimpers because he wants to… he really wants to. So fucked up that the fact that all the guys will be watching turns me on even more… “Fucker…”
“I intend to be… someday…” Ryan hisses as he nips the pale expanse of Bam’s neck. “But… we really need to get to West Chester before the pharmacy closes…” With that he backs away and saunters out of the stall.
“Bastard…” Bam cusses mostly the himself and tugs his pants back up. Fucking tease…
Chapter 5