Culmination
Title: Culmination
Chapter: 5
Fandom: Jackass/Viva La Bam
Rating: Very NC-17
Pairing: Bam/Ryan/Johnny, Bam/Ryan
Warning: Spoilers for Viva La Bam’s Fort Knoxville, Jackass 1 & 2...
Disclaimer: It’s fiction. Learn it, live it... love it.
Word Count: 2805
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
The horrified look on Ape’s face more than covers any shit Bam’s been suffering. God-damn priceless. Even as she corners Dunn in the kitchen, Bam’s laughing his ass off. And Ryan’s got this piss-scared look on his face as Ape inches towards him her finger pointed accusingly at him.
“Because it was funny!” Dunn protests.
Ape can’t seem to wrap her head around that. “Please tell me you saw a doctor…”
Rolling his eyes, Bam succumbs to her mothering. “Yeah, yeah…” He reaches into his coat and pulls out his recently filled antibiotics and shakes them in her face.
“Have you taken one yet?”
“No…”
Lips pursed she makes a bee-line for the sink and quickly fills up a glass of water and hands it to him. “What are you waiting for?”
Bam glances over at Dunn. The laughter bubbling on the man’s lips is enough for him to forgo the usual crap he’d give Ape. Sighing in mock annoyance, he tosses a pill into his mouth and chugs the water. “Happy?”
“No.”
Chucking, Ryan can’t help but make a spectacle of himself in from of Ape and Phil. “As you so eloquently put it, BamBam… you have a field of dicks on your ass… why would any mother be happy about that?”
Teeth flashing, Bam only smiles over at Dunn. “I gotta make a call…” He mumbles and wanders of towards the living room. Ape’s still on Ryan’s ass about the skit, when Bam finds his cell phone in his pocket. He’ll need to make it up to the guy for bearing the brunt of her shit. A quick dial, and the phone is ringing in Bam’s ear.
“Lo?”
“Hey…”
“Bam!” Knoxville sounds so fucking happy to hear his voice, it feels all at once like a kick in the gut and a sweet fluttering in his chest. Bam’s quick to swallow both reactions.
“Just wanted to let you know that Ry and I made it to West Chester…”
“Long drive?”
“You’ve got no damn clue… we had to stop like five million fucking times…” The scream and laughter in the background suddenly draw Bam’s attention. “What’re ya doing?”
“Playing with the muscle stimulator…”
Bam chuckles at the image. “Well, I’ll leave you to it… so I don’t blow a good shot… just wanted to let you… let you know we got here safe…”
“Smack Ryan around for me?” Johnny teases vaguely.
“Ha… sure… after he saves my ass from Ape… bye.”
“Bye…”
The cell phone snaps shut with a click. Bam looks around the room. Darkness does little to cover the décor. I’ve missed this place… Steadying himself for a few more minutes of his parents’ reaction, he shuffles back towards the kitchen.
“Everything alright?” Ryan’s shoulders have tensed. He’s clearly trying not to raise his voice at Ape. Bam could honestly say, he would never have managed such a feat.
“Just letting Knoxville know we go here…”
“Since when do you check in with Johnny?” Ryan snipes.
“Since I fucking ended up in the ER after a skit… Jesus…” Shit. He hadn’t meant to let that slip. Dunn’s covering his face with his hands. Ape’s mouth is hanging open as she looks between the two men; her features distorted in shock.
“Oh my God! You were in the emergency room?!” She turns on Ryan. “Why the hell didn’t you call us?!”
Bam’s had enough when she literally pushes Dunn. He steps between them. “Look, Ape… you can bitch at the both of us tomorrow… it’s been a really long fucking day… we just want to get some sleep.”
Ape waves her hand in his face, clearly agitated but unable to argue. “Fine…” And walks off.
At long last, Phil speaks. “Just take care of yourself, Bam… don’t let it get any worse.”
Bam nods solemnly at his father. “I will.” He accepts the hug Phil offers without question and kisses him on the cheek. “Tell Ape good night for us?”
***
Both men stop short at the top of the stairs. His room? Dunn’s room? Do they go their separate ways? The first to make a move, Bam decides and reaches out grabbing Ryan’s hand to lead him down the hall to his room. The moonlight is shining dimly through the window. His room hasn’t changed a bit.
“Your mom is fucking pissed, Bam.”
“Yeah…”
Toeing off his shoes, Ryan rolls his shoulders and sits on the edge of Bam’s bed. “C’mere…”
Coyly, Bam shrugs his coat off before unwrapping the scarf from around his neck. He walks over to Ryan and places still gloved hands on the sides of his neck. “Yeah?”
Dunn reaches up and pushes Bam’s shirt up over his abs. The bruises from the riot bomb skit still adorn his stomach. He places a gentle kiss over one, letting his lips suction just slightly on the tender flesh. As quick as ever, Bam’s breath hitches and becomes short as Ryan’s mouth plays his muscles like a fucking harp. Weaving his fingers into his long blonde hair, he presses Dunn’s face roughly against his stomach. Ryan slides off the bed and onto his knees before Bam. His eyes flutter up to meet Bam’s in the dark seeking permission.
“Fuck… please…” Ryan’s fingers making quick work of the zipper, and he barely pushes pants and boxers out of his way before descending upon Bam’s dick.
Cringing when he literally squeaks at the burn of Dunn’s beard against his balls, Bam bites back a moan. “Shit… the feels good…” Then he has a thought. Ryan got pretty damned turned on when Johnny had been talking dirty to him. Leering, Bam decides his strategy for the evening. “You want to smoke my cock, Ry?” Startled eyes meet his. And if that doesn’t look fucking hot, Bam doesn’t know what does. He takes a moment to push the stray hairs out of Ryan’s face.
It takes a second but finally he gets it. Dunn gets it. “May I?” he asks tentatively.
“May you what? Speak up, boy…” Bam lets him voice fall into his thick accent he knows everyone mocks, but Ryan secretly seems to enjoy.
“Suck you…” Trying not to stumble over his words in embarrassment, Dunn pushes and tries again. “May I suck you?”
Holy hell… this is better than that pain killer… no wonder Johnny gets off on this power trip shit. Bam traces Ryan’s jaw until his thumb lands on his bottom lip. He presses down. Obediently, Dunn opens his mouth and waits. Pushing back any nagging doubts about his actions, Bam guides his cock to Ryan’s lips and wipes the tip from corner to corner before letting it slap against Dunn’s bearded cheek. The sound that falls from Ryan’s lip pushes Bam’s control near the brink. “Lick it…”
And Ryan does… He snakes out his tongue and draws it up along the underside of Bam’s dick. There hadn’t been any spoken direction to hold his hands at his waist, but it felt right. Dunn whimpers thankfully when Bam finally pushes the head past his lips. His teeth graze accidental over the flesh. Ryan’s about to jump back and apologize profusely, when he notices that Bam’s biting his bottom lip. So he does it again, this time allowing his teeth to press harder into the skin. He almost gags when Bam suddenly shoves his entire length into his mouth. But the near unintelligible babble falling from the man’s lips stops Ryan from doing anything but wrapping his mouth around the cock and sucking like there’s no tomorrow.
“Oh shit… Ry…” Bam has one fist between his teeth and one buried in Dunn’s hair. His thrusts have become erratic. He tries to pull Ryan off of him, but he is not having it and moans around him. That’s the final straw. Legs shaking under his own weight, Bam bites his fingers and shoots his load into Ryan’s mouth. Hands that had remained still during the entire process wrap around Bam’ hips and hold him steady as Dunn swallows around him. “Holy fuck…”
The shit eating grin that spreads across Ryan’s face as he stands at Bam’s feet does little to hinder the mood. He grabs Bam’s neck and pulls him roughly into a kiss.
Tasting himself on Dunn’s lips was something Bam’d never expected… or that he’d ever request… but now that it’s happening, he’s moaning into it the kiss. Bam presses his tongue defiantly back against Ryan’s. Dunn’s not going to be the only one in charge tonight. Teeth grabs his tongue. Holy shit… Ry’s sucking on my tongue. Bam whimpers once before tearing away from the kiss.
Confusion and hurt flickers over Ryan’s face. All is resolved when Bam shoves him down on the bed… hard. He bounces on top of all pillows causing them scatter across the comforter, and with eyes wide watches Bam strip. Black ink on pale flesh is all he sees. The warm press of Bam’s skin against his thighs is all he feels.
“Earlier today you said you wanted to fuck me…” Bam’s voice is low and dangerous. Ryan can’t help but gasp. “Do you still want to?”
Dunn’s speechless as Bam takes the chance to straddle him. He flinches, not for himself but for Bam, when his cock brushes along the side of the bandage. “I don’t want to hurt you…”
Rolling his hips, Bam replies. “I want you to.”
Digging his fingers into Bam’s thighs, Ryan moans. “You got lube?”
Another roll of his hips. “Under that big pillow...”
Bam’s eyes are half closed as he rides out the arch of Ryan’s back as the blonde reaches up and under the pillow the retrieve the lube. “I won’t even ask…” He chuckles.
“Good…” Bam breathes and tightens his thighs around Dunn’s torso.
“Lean forward…”
Face to face with Ryan, Bam’s eyes dance over his face. “Have you done this before? I mean… before Johnny?”
His voice just above a whisper, Dunn nods. “Yeah…”
Groaning Bam presses his mouth over Ryan’s. “Good.” He breathes again.
The lube is cold at his entrance, and Bam jumps at the sensation. His teeth clamp roughly on Dunn’s lip. He expects a complaint, but receives none… just a tentative press of a single finger into his ass. What has to be yesterday by now… is a foggy memory suddenly clarified at the sensation. Ryan fucked me with his tongue… Bam tears his lips away. “You…!” Ryan takes the moment of distraction and curves his fingertip to scrape across Bam’s prostate. “Shit. Fuck.” He yells. Ryan can’t help it any longer. He giggles. Bam’s responds by clucking at him. “You’re turning into to fucking Knoxville…”
Disregarding the jab, Ryan smirks up at him. “You think this is what Steve-O’s tattoos are about?”
“What?!” Bam’s thoroughly scandalized by the images that flash in his mind. However, he’s not the only one to notice his ass clenching convulsively around Dunn’s finger.
“Shit. Fuck.” Ryan emphasizes his point by pressing against Bam’s prostate again.
“Asshole…” Bam’s voice comes out as a moan
Dunn laughs. “Your knowledge of anatomy never fails to amaze me…” He pushes another finger in before Bam can even reply. His mouth opens to retort, but Bam’s voice is lost in a silent gasp.
When Ryan’s fingers scissor inside of him, Bam rubs against him wantonly. His breath caresses Dunn’s cheek as he rides each and every thrust of the fingers beckoning him to lose it all. Over and over again. In and out unrepentantly… Coarse hair pressed against his swollen lips, Bam finds his voice in all but a whisper. “More…”
“Relax…”
This time Bam giggles. “How the fuck… exactly… am I suppose to relax with your fingers up my ass?”
“It gets better…” Ryan offers.
Bam sighs. “Okay…” He can’t imagine better, but if it is possible he wants it, and he wants it bad. “Relax, how?”
“Bear down?”
“What?!”
“Bear down…”
Slumping over Ryan, Bam gives up. “How the fuck do you to do that…”
Dunn raises an eyebrow. “Uh… like you’re gonna shit… only not?”
“Eww.” Laughing, Ryan starts to pull his fingers out. Bam grabs his wrist and holds him there. “What are you doing?”
“You said eww…” He chuckled. “And I’m sitting here with my fingers up your ass…”
“I don’t want to shit on your hand…” It’s too much Ryan can’t help it. He laughs like he hasn’t laughed in ages. Tears are streaming down his face in joviality. Bam seems undeterred. “Yeah, yeah… laugh at the virgin… I get it…” Then adding a whine to his voice. “Come on, Ry…”
The mood is not entirely lost, but Ryan finds it hard to not crack as smile up at Bam as he pushes back into him. “When I start pushing a third finger in… push back… it won’t take a lot of effort, so not too hard.”
Releasing a shaky breath Bam nods and closes his eyes mentally preparing himself for what’s coming. He laughs a little when Ryan’s third finger presses against him. “If I do anything majorly gross… sorry…” Then he bears down exactly as he was told. Much to his surprise as anyone’s, it works. The burn of Dunn’s fingers erase the awkwardness of the last few moments. His features pinched in concentration, Bam loses himself in finding every glimmer of pleasure that Ryan’s giving to him even if it means pushing back onto his fingers like a sex-hungry slut. Beneath him, Dunn has gone silent; his eyes glued on Bam’s face. Noticing the stillness, Bam gasps, “What’s wrong…”
“I want to fuck you.”
More aware of the muscles in his ass than he’s ever been, Bam decides it’s time to take back control. He bears down and flexes around Ryan’s fingers. “Then do it…” When the finger slide out of him, he whimpers at their loss.
Dunn scrambles to pull off his clothes without dislodging Bam from his lap. Grabbing the lube, he slicks up his cock and places it at Bam’s entrance. “Ready?”
“No…” There’s worry painted all over Bam’s face.
Ryan maneuvers one of his hands to caress the bottom of Bam’s chin. “C’mere…” he whispers and pulls Bam’s lips to his. The kiss is one of reassurance that soon leads to lust. And ever so slowly, Bam presses down on top of Dunn. He hisses into Ryan’s mouth when the head finally breaches his ass.
“Fuck Ryan… it burns…” Pain laces his voice.
Grunting, Dunn holds back from thrusting hard up into the tight, hot slickness he knows is waiting. “Bear down, Bammie… it gets better…”
Bam closes his eyes in concentration once more. He’s starting to question how good this could possibly feel. Just as he had with Ryan’s fingers earlier, he bears down, and is all too surprised at how much better that makes things feel. The memory of the initial pain is the only thing keeping him from rushing things. The further Dunn’s cock slides into him, the more unreal this all seems. Bam’s eyes fly open. “Just do it…”
Ryan nods and grabs Bam’s hips and much slower than either men had expected pushes him down. Bam’s shaking above him. “You okay?”
“I’ve got a cock shoved in my ass what do you think?” He snaps.
“Bea…”
“Bear down… shit, Ryan… I know… just give me a fucking minute!”
Each breath feels labored. His ears are pounding. Bam’s not even going to think about what’s going on with his ass. There’s only so much one can endure. Despite the rude words spoken to him, Dunn’s ghosting his finger tips over Bam’s thighs. And it’s helping. If he just closes his eyes and focuses on the pads of Ryan’s fingertips grazing his skin; the occasional tug of an uneven nails providing an excellent distraction. Soon Bam’s sure that if Dunn doesn’t move he’ll fucking die. He rocks his hips.
“Okay now?”
“Yeah… move asshole.” Ryan laughs at him for a minute before thrusting suddenly upward. “Oh, God!” He exclaims and presses down. Soon neither of them are capable of words; conveying every lust and urge in strangled moans and grunts. Bam feels Ryan go still just moments before he realizes what is going to happen. “Do it…” He whispered hoarsely. It is the strangest thing he’d ever felt; a pulsating he could literally feel from the inside out.
Afterwards Bam collapses on his bed. The night sky is far too still outside. It feels like he can hear every sound in the house, which just happens to include Dunn’s soft snores. He’d like to ask himself what he’s doing with Dunn and Johnny, but he’s not quite ready for that heavy of a look in the mirror. Grabbing his boxers, he stumbles through the darkness to the master bathroom…
Chapter 6
Chapter: 5
Fandom: Jackass/Viva La Bam
Rating: Very NC-17
Pairing: Bam/Ryan/Johnny, Bam/Ryan
Warning: Spoilers for Viva La Bam’s Fort Knoxville, Jackass 1 & 2...
Disclaimer: It’s fiction. Learn it, live it... love it.
Word Count: 2805
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
The horrified look on Ape’s face more than covers any shit Bam’s been suffering. God-damn priceless. Even as she corners Dunn in the kitchen, Bam’s laughing his ass off. And Ryan’s got this piss-scared look on his face as Ape inches towards him her finger pointed accusingly at him.
“Because it was funny!” Dunn protests.
Ape can’t seem to wrap her head around that. “Please tell me you saw a doctor…”
Rolling his eyes, Bam succumbs to her mothering. “Yeah, yeah…” He reaches into his coat and pulls out his recently filled antibiotics and shakes them in her face.
“Have you taken one yet?”
“No…”
Lips pursed she makes a bee-line for the sink and quickly fills up a glass of water and hands it to him. “What are you waiting for?”
Bam glances over at Dunn. The laughter bubbling on the man’s lips is enough for him to forgo the usual crap he’d give Ape. Sighing in mock annoyance, he tosses a pill into his mouth and chugs the water. “Happy?”
“No.”
Chucking, Ryan can’t help but make a spectacle of himself in from of Ape and Phil. “As you so eloquently put it, BamBam… you have a field of dicks on your ass… why would any mother be happy about that?”
Teeth flashing, Bam only smiles over at Dunn. “I gotta make a call…” He mumbles and wanders of towards the living room. Ape’s still on Ryan’s ass about the skit, when Bam finds his cell phone in his pocket. He’ll need to make it up to the guy for bearing the brunt of her shit. A quick dial, and the phone is ringing in Bam’s ear.
“Lo?”
“Hey…”
“Bam!” Knoxville sounds so fucking happy to hear his voice, it feels all at once like a kick in the gut and a sweet fluttering in his chest. Bam’s quick to swallow both reactions.
“Just wanted to let you know that Ry and I made it to West Chester…”
“Long drive?”
“You’ve got no damn clue… we had to stop like five million fucking times…” The scream and laughter in the background suddenly draw Bam’s attention. “What’re ya doing?”
“Playing with the muscle stimulator…”
Bam chuckles at the image. “Well, I’ll leave you to it… so I don’t blow a good shot… just wanted to let you… let you know we got here safe…”
“Smack Ryan around for me?” Johnny teases vaguely.
“Ha… sure… after he saves my ass from Ape… bye.”
“Bye…”
The cell phone snaps shut with a click. Bam looks around the room. Darkness does little to cover the décor. I’ve missed this place… Steadying himself for a few more minutes of his parents’ reaction, he shuffles back towards the kitchen.
“Everything alright?” Ryan’s shoulders have tensed. He’s clearly trying not to raise his voice at Ape. Bam could honestly say, he would never have managed such a feat.
“Just letting Knoxville know we go here…”
“Since when do you check in with Johnny?” Ryan snipes.
“Since I fucking ended up in the ER after a skit… Jesus…” Shit. He hadn’t meant to let that slip. Dunn’s covering his face with his hands. Ape’s mouth is hanging open as she looks between the two men; her features distorted in shock.
“Oh my God! You were in the emergency room?!” She turns on Ryan. “Why the hell didn’t you call us?!”
Bam’s had enough when she literally pushes Dunn. He steps between them. “Look, Ape… you can bitch at the both of us tomorrow… it’s been a really long fucking day… we just want to get some sleep.”
Ape waves her hand in his face, clearly agitated but unable to argue. “Fine…” And walks off.
At long last, Phil speaks. “Just take care of yourself, Bam… don’t let it get any worse.”
Bam nods solemnly at his father. “I will.” He accepts the hug Phil offers without question and kisses him on the cheek. “Tell Ape good night for us?”
***
Both men stop short at the top of the stairs. His room? Dunn’s room? Do they go their separate ways? The first to make a move, Bam decides and reaches out grabbing Ryan’s hand to lead him down the hall to his room. The moonlight is shining dimly through the window. His room hasn’t changed a bit.
“Your mom is fucking pissed, Bam.”
“Yeah…”
Toeing off his shoes, Ryan rolls his shoulders and sits on the edge of Bam’s bed. “C’mere…”
Coyly, Bam shrugs his coat off before unwrapping the scarf from around his neck. He walks over to Ryan and places still gloved hands on the sides of his neck. “Yeah?”
Dunn reaches up and pushes Bam’s shirt up over his abs. The bruises from the riot bomb skit still adorn his stomach. He places a gentle kiss over one, letting his lips suction just slightly on the tender flesh. As quick as ever, Bam’s breath hitches and becomes short as Ryan’s mouth plays his muscles like a fucking harp. Weaving his fingers into his long blonde hair, he presses Dunn’s face roughly against his stomach. Ryan slides off the bed and onto his knees before Bam. His eyes flutter up to meet Bam’s in the dark seeking permission.
“Fuck… please…” Ryan’s fingers making quick work of the zipper, and he barely pushes pants and boxers out of his way before descending upon Bam’s dick.
Cringing when he literally squeaks at the burn of Dunn’s beard against his balls, Bam bites back a moan. “Shit… the feels good…” Then he has a thought. Ryan got pretty damned turned on when Johnny had been talking dirty to him. Leering, Bam decides his strategy for the evening. “You want to smoke my cock, Ry?” Startled eyes meet his. And if that doesn’t look fucking hot, Bam doesn’t know what does. He takes a moment to push the stray hairs out of Ryan’s face.
It takes a second but finally he gets it. Dunn gets it. “May I?” he asks tentatively.
“May you what? Speak up, boy…” Bam lets him voice fall into his thick accent he knows everyone mocks, but Ryan secretly seems to enjoy.
“Suck you…” Trying not to stumble over his words in embarrassment, Dunn pushes and tries again. “May I suck you?”
Holy hell… this is better than that pain killer… no wonder Johnny gets off on this power trip shit. Bam traces Ryan’s jaw until his thumb lands on his bottom lip. He presses down. Obediently, Dunn opens his mouth and waits. Pushing back any nagging doubts about his actions, Bam guides his cock to Ryan’s lips and wipes the tip from corner to corner before letting it slap against Dunn’s bearded cheek. The sound that falls from Ryan’s lip pushes Bam’s control near the brink. “Lick it…”
And Ryan does… He snakes out his tongue and draws it up along the underside of Bam’s dick. There hadn’t been any spoken direction to hold his hands at his waist, but it felt right. Dunn whimpers thankfully when Bam finally pushes the head past his lips. His teeth graze accidental over the flesh. Ryan’s about to jump back and apologize profusely, when he notices that Bam’s biting his bottom lip. So he does it again, this time allowing his teeth to press harder into the skin. He almost gags when Bam suddenly shoves his entire length into his mouth. But the near unintelligible babble falling from the man’s lips stops Ryan from doing anything but wrapping his mouth around the cock and sucking like there’s no tomorrow.
“Oh shit… Ry…” Bam has one fist between his teeth and one buried in Dunn’s hair. His thrusts have become erratic. He tries to pull Ryan off of him, but he is not having it and moans around him. That’s the final straw. Legs shaking under his own weight, Bam bites his fingers and shoots his load into Ryan’s mouth. Hands that had remained still during the entire process wrap around Bam’ hips and hold him steady as Dunn swallows around him. “Holy fuck…”
The shit eating grin that spreads across Ryan’s face as he stands at Bam’s feet does little to hinder the mood. He grabs Bam’s neck and pulls him roughly into a kiss.
Tasting himself on Dunn’s lips was something Bam’d never expected… or that he’d ever request… but now that it’s happening, he’s moaning into it the kiss. Bam presses his tongue defiantly back against Ryan’s. Dunn’s not going to be the only one in charge tonight. Teeth grabs his tongue. Holy shit… Ry’s sucking on my tongue. Bam whimpers once before tearing away from the kiss.
Confusion and hurt flickers over Ryan’s face. All is resolved when Bam shoves him down on the bed… hard. He bounces on top of all pillows causing them scatter across the comforter, and with eyes wide watches Bam strip. Black ink on pale flesh is all he sees. The warm press of Bam’s skin against his thighs is all he feels.
“Earlier today you said you wanted to fuck me…” Bam’s voice is low and dangerous. Ryan can’t help but gasp. “Do you still want to?”
Dunn’s speechless as Bam takes the chance to straddle him. He flinches, not for himself but for Bam, when his cock brushes along the side of the bandage. “I don’t want to hurt you…”
Rolling his hips, Bam replies. “I want you to.”
Digging his fingers into Bam’s thighs, Ryan moans. “You got lube?”
Another roll of his hips. “Under that big pillow...”
Bam’s eyes are half closed as he rides out the arch of Ryan’s back as the blonde reaches up and under the pillow the retrieve the lube. “I won’t even ask…” He chuckles.
“Good…” Bam breathes and tightens his thighs around Dunn’s torso.
“Lean forward…”
Face to face with Ryan, Bam’s eyes dance over his face. “Have you done this before? I mean… before Johnny?”
His voice just above a whisper, Dunn nods. “Yeah…”
Groaning Bam presses his mouth over Ryan’s. “Good.” He breathes again.
The lube is cold at his entrance, and Bam jumps at the sensation. His teeth clamp roughly on Dunn’s lip. He expects a complaint, but receives none… just a tentative press of a single finger into his ass. What has to be yesterday by now… is a foggy memory suddenly clarified at the sensation. Ryan fucked me with his tongue… Bam tears his lips away. “You…!” Ryan takes the moment of distraction and curves his fingertip to scrape across Bam’s prostate. “Shit. Fuck.” He yells. Ryan can’t help it any longer. He giggles. Bam’s responds by clucking at him. “You’re turning into to fucking Knoxville…”
Disregarding the jab, Ryan smirks up at him. “You think this is what Steve-O’s tattoos are about?”
“What?!” Bam’s thoroughly scandalized by the images that flash in his mind. However, he’s not the only one to notice his ass clenching convulsively around Dunn’s finger.
“Shit. Fuck.” Ryan emphasizes his point by pressing against Bam’s prostate again.
“Asshole…” Bam’s voice comes out as a moan
Dunn laughs. “Your knowledge of anatomy never fails to amaze me…” He pushes another finger in before Bam can even reply. His mouth opens to retort, but Bam’s voice is lost in a silent gasp.
When Ryan’s fingers scissor inside of him, Bam rubs against him wantonly. His breath caresses Dunn’s cheek as he rides each and every thrust of the fingers beckoning him to lose it all. Over and over again. In and out unrepentantly… Coarse hair pressed against his swollen lips, Bam finds his voice in all but a whisper. “More…”
“Relax…”
This time Bam giggles. “How the fuck… exactly… am I suppose to relax with your fingers up my ass?”
“It gets better…” Ryan offers.
Bam sighs. “Okay…” He can’t imagine better, but if it is possible he wants it, and he wants it bad. “Relax, how?”
“Bear down?”
“What?!”
“Bear down…”
Slumping over Ryan, Bam gives up. “How the fuck do you to do that…”
Dunn raises an eyebrow. “Uh… like you’re gonna shit… only not?”
“Eww.” Laughing, Ryan starts to pull his fingers out. Bam grabs his wrist and holds him there. “What are you doing?”
“You said eww…” He chuckled. “And I’m sitting here with my fingers up your ass…”
“I don’t want to shit on your hand…” It’s too much Ryan can’t help it. He laughs like he hasn’t laughed in ages. Tears are streaming down his face in joviality. Bam seems undeterred. “Yeah, yeah… laugh at the virgin… I get it…” Then adding a whine to his voice. “Come on, Ry…”
The mood is not entirely lost, but Ryan finds it hard to not crack as smile up at Bam as he pushes back into him. “When I start pushing a third finger in… push back… it won’t take a lot of effort, so not too hard.”
Releasing a shaky breath Bam nods and closes his eyes mentally preparing himself for what’s coming. He laughs a little when Ryan’s third finger presses against him. “If I do anything majorly gross… sorry…” Then he bears down exactly as he was told. Much to his surprise as anyone’s, it works. The burn of Dunn’s fingers erase the awkwardness of the last few moments. His features pinched in concentration, Bam loses himself in finding every glimmer of pleasure that Ryan’s giving to him even if it means pushing back onto his fingers like a sex-hungry slut. Beneath him, Dunn has gone silent; his eyes glued on Bam’s face. Noticing the stillness, Bam gasps, “What’s wrong…”
“I want to fuck you.”
More aware of the muscles in his ass than he’s ever been, Bam decides it’s time to take back control. He bears down and flexes around Ryan’s fingers. “Then do it…” When the finger slide out of him, he whimpers at their loss.
Dunn scrambles to pull off his clothes without dislodging Bam from his lap. Grabbing the lube, he slicks up his cock and places it at Bam’s entrance. “Ready?”
“No…” There’s worry painted all over Bam’s face.
Ryan maneuvers one of his hands to caress the bottom of Bam’s chin. “C’mere…” he whispers and pulls Bam’s lips to his. The kiss is one of reassurance that soon leads to lust. And ever so slowly, Bam presses down on top of Dunn. He hisses into Ryan’s mouth when the head finally breaches his ass.
“Fuck Ryan… it burns…” Pain laces his voice.
Grunting, Dunn holds back from thrusting hard up into the tight, hot slickness he knows is waiting. “Bear down, Bammie… it gets better…”
Bam closes his eyes in concentration once more. He’s starting to question how good this could possibly feel. Just as he had with Ryan’s fingers earlier, he bears down, and is all too surprised at how much better that makes things feel. The memory of the initial pain is the only thing keeping him from rushing things. The further Dunn’s cock slides into him, the more unreal this all seems. Bam’s eyes fly open. “Just do it…”
Ryan nods and grabs Bam’s hips and much slower than either men had expected pushes him down. Bam’s shaking above him. “You okay?”
“I’ve got a cock shoved in my ass what do you think?” He snaps.
“Bea…”
“Bear down… shit, Ryan… I know… just give me a fucking minute!”
Each breath feels labored. His ears are pounding. Bam’s not even going to think about what’s going on with his ass. There’s only so much one can endure. Despite the rude words spoken to him, Dunn’s ghosting his finger tips over Bam’s thighs. And it’s helping. If he just closes his eyes and focuses on the pads of Ryan’s fingertips grazing his skin; the occasional tug of an uneven nails providing an excellent distraction. Soon Bam’s sure that if Dunn doesn’t move he’ll fucking die. He rocks his hips.
“Okay now?”
“Yeah… move asshole.” Ryan laughs at him for a minute before thrusting suddenly upward. “Oh, God!” He exclaims and presses down. Soon neither of them are capable of words; conveying every lust and urge in strangled moans and grunts. Bam feels Ryan go still just moments before he realizes what is going to happen. “Do it…” He whispered hoarsely. It is the strangest thing he’d ever felt; a pulsating he could literally feel from the inside out.
Afterwards Bam collapses on his bed. The night sky is far too still outside. It feels like he can hear every sound in the house, which just happens to include Dunn’s soft snores. He’d like to ask himself what he’s doing with Dunn and Johnny, but he’s not quite ready for that heavy of a look in the mirror. Grabbing his boxers, he stumbles through the darkness to the master bathroom…
Chapter 6