Bam/Ryan fic
Title: Apology
Rating: hard R/NC17
Disclaimer: Don't own, cos you can't own people
Summary: Bam makes Ryan jealous and has to make it up to him...
Ryan was pissed. He couldn’t believe he let Bam drag him to the filthy, dingy Goth-club, knowing full well Ry wasn’t in to it, for him to start pressing up against every euro-trash vampire wannabe that gave him a second look. It was like Bam was trying to make Ryan mad, not only by getting so shit-tossed he could barely speak but also the way he was practically grinding against any random ass guy on the dance floor. Ry gritted his teeth and tried to suppress his jealousy, until that one guy with the dishevelled dark hair and green eyes lined with eyeliner like Bam’s wrapped his arm around his boyfriends waist from behind and started dancing with him. Bam had closed his eyes and rested his head back on the dark stranger’s shoulder, a look of bliss on his face as they swayed to the music. Bam even had the gall to snake his hand around the guy’s neck and lower his head as he tried to speak to him over the din. When he glanced up and met Ryan’s steely eyes and clenched jaw, anyone else would have broken away from the embrace, but not Bam. Instead he turned in his arms and took his dance partner’s position behind. He kept eye contact with Ryan from over his shoulder, his hands on either hip as they kept beat with the music. That was enough for Ryan, he stormed over to his boyfriend and yanked his arm away from the random guy, “You’re drunk as shit and makin me look like a fuckin idiot. Get your own fuckin way home ass-hole, maybe your vamp-bitch here will give ya a ride, fucker.” Ryan spat. With that he sped from the club in the Lambo, not giving a shit about how Bam was going to get back to the motel.
It had been two hours since he had spoken to Bam, and even though he was mad when he left him, he couldn’t help but wonder if he was ok. After Ry had passed out for a little while and calmed down he realised that Bam wasn’t going to cheat on him. He grew out of that shit after he came out, and deep down Ry knew they loved each other. He just didn’t like how Bam got off on making him mad by flirting with other guys.
A knock at the door of the motel room snapped Ryan from his thoughts. Sighing, Ryan stood from the bed and walked to open the door. Bam stood looking a little worse for wear, but at least he seemed sober. Sheepishly he glanced at Ryan before sneaking a quick look at his boyfriends’ broad shirtless torso. “I um, forgot my key.” Ryan stepped aside to let Bam come in, “I know.” For the first time in a long time Ryan sensed that Bam genuinely felt bad for his actions. “Look Ry, I’m really sorry for what happened at the club. I was just tryin to loosen up and have some fun. You know I wouldn’t have went home with that guy don’t you?” Bam was facing Ryan now, a conspicuous brown paper bag in his hand. “I know Bam. It’s just…I get jealous sometimes when you’re around other guys. And everyone knows how much you like mysterious, dark-haired foreign guys.”
Bam snickered, “Jeez Ry, that was back when I was fuckin eleventeen. I’m into a blonde haired, pasty guy, with a beard and hot as fuck tattoos now.”
“I’m not pasty!” Ryan feigned offence at Bam’s comment as they leaned in for a kiss. Ryan was the first to break it as he walked back towards the bed, ”What took you two hours to come back?”
“I had to get a cab and find a convenience store, then I sat outside the room till I sobered up enough for you.”
“ What the hell did you need to buy at a convenience store at like 3 in the morning?”
“Just something to make it up to you.”
“Well what is it?”
“You’ll see - later. But first…” Bam slid out of his slinky long black coat and let it drop to the floor. Bam walked to Ryan and grabbed him from the back of the head, threading his fingers between the golden strands, pulling his lips in for a kiss. Ryan instinctively thrust his groin against his boyfriends, his strong hands roaming all over his body, dragging his fingernails down his back and cupping his ass through the tight black jeans. Gasping, the lovers parted lips and stared deep into each other’s eyes. Tongues lapped at each other randomly as Ryan clawed at Bam’s shirt eager to peel it from his rapidly heating skin. Panting Bam paused his ravishing of Ryan’s lips and tongue so he had room to remove the hindrance of fabric. Ryan’s head dipped into the crook of Bam’s neck, his lips placing soft kisses across his neck and shoulder. He breathed deep, the smell from Bam’s skin intoxicating as fine liquor. Ryan knew then that when the pure scent of a persons flesh was able to turn him on, it was true love.
He felt Bam buck into him, his hardness straining against the coarse jeans like his own arousal. Bam suddenly slipped his hands down Ryan’s jeans firmly grasping his ass when he realised Dunn wasn’t wearing any underwear. A sensual groan emanating from Ryan’s throat as he sighed in to Bam’s ear, “I thought I’d get a head start.” Referring to his lack of boxers. The men giggled softly their skin on fire from the electricity of their lips against flesh and flesh against lips.
“No more talking.” Bam ordered a feral and lust filled gaze in his piercing blue eyes. A sly smile played on his face as he pushed Ryan to the bed, where his body came to rest.
Bam scaled Ryan’s taut body, leaning down to devour his mouth yet again. Ryan frantically grappled with the buckle of Bam’s belt before swiftly unzipping the jeans to free his leaking cock. Bam’s tongue swirled in Ryan’s mouth, as Ryan reciprocated, duelling for supremacy over Bam. The feeling of Bam’s rock hard cock in his hand, the heat enveloping his digits from beneath his black boxers was addictive to Ryan. He craved this contact when they were alone together, even when they were surrounded by people it took every ounce of strength Ryan had to keep himself from ravaging his best friend in front of everyone.
Bam was moaning now, loud, desperate moans from the feeling of Ryan’s sure fist pumping at his cock. Bam was close, too close so he covered Ryan’s hand with his own and sighed for him to stop.
“Fuck yeah its good! But this is supposed to be me making it up to you. I wanna make you feel good.”
Ryan was curious but he decided not to argue. “What exactly do you have in mind?” Without a word Bam placed a quick kiss on Ryan’s lips and gripped the hem of his t-shirt pulling it up over his head before tossing it to the floor.
“That’s a good start.” Ryan muttered as he gazed at the supple flesh of Bam’s torso. Bam smiled down at his lover, the slate blue eyes gazing back in anticipation at Bam. He slowly lowered his head and kissed his cheek before trailing kisses down his chin, jaw and along his neck and throat before pausing at his chest. He glanced up at Ryan and saw him watching the show intently, his mouth open his breathing quick and shallow.
Bam returned to his exploration of Ryan’s broad tattooed chest. His tongue snaked through the dusting of red hair as he made his way to the left nipple. He sucked and licked at the rosy bud, tending to it until it was hard and sensitive. His teeth came into play as he grazed his nipple, pulling it firmly between his lips. His hand smoothed up his stomach to tease the neglected nipple, Ryan was in heaven, the sensitive nerves in his body tingling as goose bumps rippled down his sides from the pleasure Bam was creating. As Ryan watched Bam, he grasped the hand that was currently pinching his nipple and brought two fingers into his mouth - he sucked furiously at them coating them in saliva lubricating them to move easier over his stimulated nipple.
The feeling of Ryan sucking on his fingers suddenly made Bam impatient. As much as he wanted to make Ryan feel good he loved feeling Ryan’s talented mouth surround his own cock so he began to inch down Ryan’s body, getting to the finale of his show. Pausing at the fly of his washed out jeans he firmly kissed over the denim that covered his bulging cock, while his fingers dragged the zipper downwards. Ryan shimmied out of the cumbersome clothing so Bam had better access, his boyfriend looked at the hard cock, pre-cum oozing from the tip, Bam’s tongue flicked out to taste Ryan his wet mouth millimetres from sucking his length deep into his throat.
“Bam, fuck, please suck it.” Ryan was begging, his head lolled on the pillow his hands fisting the bed sheets, the throbbing need driving him mad. Bam pulled away, a disappointed sigh sounding from Ryan, “what the fuck?” Ryan questioned as he watched Bam jog from the room.
“Wait there,” he called behind him. “Really not planning on going anywhere,” Ryan mumbled as his own hand began to trace through his pubic hair, the temptation to jerk himself off there and then proving hard to fight.
Bam returned fumbling in the paper bag from the store and revealing a can of whipped cream. “Oh my god” Ryan grinned at the proposition, “Well, you up for it?” Bam asked arching his eyebrow as he returned to sitting between Ryan’s spread legs and hard dick. “Bam I’m more than up for it. You kinky fucker” Bam grinned shaking the canister and squirted the rich frothy cream coating the length of Ryan’s thick hard cock. Ryan hissed at the cold sensation against the heat of his flesh.
“Fuck Bam, please,” Bam dipped his head and swirled his tongue from base to tip of the underside of Ryan’s erection. He slowly sucked the mushroom shaped head of his fat cock into his wet mouth, moaning at the texture of Ryan’s velvet hardness and the light cool cream sliding down his throat. His lips slid down to the base until his nose was buried in the darker hair above Ryan’s cock. He hollowed his cheeks and sucked steadily at first while his tongue continued to flick the dripping slit of Ry’s dick. Bam vaguely registered Ryan slipping his fingers through his dark hair, gently pushing his head further down his shaft eager for him to take as much as he could, “Bam that feels so fucking good, don’t stop, mmm” Ryan moaned and sighed at the pleasure his eyes captivated by the sight of his slick cock inching back and forth between Bam’s full lips. The taste was incredible, the vanilla flavour of the cream mixed with Ryan’s spicy sex was mind blowing, it made Bam lick harder, faster, longer. Bam’s succulent mouth sucked the cock until it grazed the back of his throat, he brought his free hand up to tug and stroke his wanting balls, his middle finger subtly slipping underneath aiming towards Ry’s contracting hole, teasing his entrance as he continued his assault on the cock in his mouth. Ryan was panting and moaning louder this time, his grip on the back of Bam’s head tightening, signalling his approaching release. “Bam - shitohfuck-yes-fuck so close…” As Ryan more forcefully fucked Bam’s mouth he again collided with the back of his throat making Bam cough around the firmness. White sparks exploded behind Ryan’s eyelids as he shivered through his orgasm, his pulsating cock shooting thick white come down Bam’s throat, which Bam swallowed hungrily. As Ryan’s softening dick slipped from Bam’s lips he looked at his lover through sleepy eyes. “Goddam B”
Bam smiled at Ryan straddling his body just above his now sated dick, leaning forward to share a sticky kiss that was a flurry of come and whipped cream-tainted tongues and lips. “Am I forgiven?” Bam asked looking at Ry through hooded eyes as he caught his bottom lip in his teeth. “What do you think?” Ryan gripped Bam’s upper arms tightly, sitting up and pressing his chest against Bam’s. Flipping the younger man beneath him, so he could hover over him he practically growled into Bam’s ear, “Now it’s my turn.”
Rating: hard R/NC17
Disclaimer: Don't own, cos you can't own people
Summary: Bam makes Ryan jealous and has to make it up to him...
Ryan was pissed. He couldn’t believe he let Bam drag him to the filthy, dingy Goth-club, knowing full well Ry wasn’t in to it, for him to start pressing up against every euro-trash vampire wannabe that gave him a second look. It was like Bam was trying to make Ryan mad, not only by getting so shit-tossed he could barely speak but also the way he was practically grinding against any random ass guy on the dance floor. Ry gritted his teeth and tried to suppress his jealousy, until that one guy with the dishevelled dark hair and green eyes lined with eyeliner like Bam’s wrapped his arm around his boyfriends waist from behind and started dancing with him. Bam had closed his eyes and rested his head back on the dark stranger’s shoulder, a look of bliss on his face as they swayed to the music. Bam even had the gall to snake his hand around the guy’s neck and lower his head as he tried to speak to him over the din. When he glanced up and met Ryan’s steely eyes and clenched jaw, anyone else would have broken away from the embrace, but not Bam. Instead he turned in his arms and took his dance partner’s position behind. He kept eye contact with Ryan from over his shoulder, his hands on either hip as they kept beat with the music. That was enough for Ryan, he stormed over to his boyfriend and yanked his arm away from the random guy, “You’re drunk as shit and makin me look like a fuckin idiot. Get your own fuckin way home ass-hole, maybe your vamp-bitch here will give ya a ride, fucker.” Ryan spat. With that he sped from the club in the Lambo, not giving a shit about how Bam was going to get back to the motel.
It had been two hours since he had spoken to Bam, and even though he was mad when he left him, he couldn’t help but wonder if he was ok. After Ry had passed out for a little while and calmed down he realised that Bam wasn’t going to cheat on him. He grew out of that shit after he came out, and deep down Ry knew they loved each other. He just didn’t like how Bam got off on making him mad by flirting with other guys.
A knock at the door of the motel room snapped Ryan from his thoughts. Sighing, Ryan stood from the bed and walked to open the door. Bam stood looking a little worse for wear, but at least he seemed sober. Sheepishly he glanced at Ryan before sneaking a quick look at his boyfriends’ broad shirtless torso. “I um, forgot my key.” Ryan stepped aside to let Bam come in, “I know.” For the first time in a long time Ryan sensed that Bam genuinely felt bad for his actions. “Look Ry, I’m really sorry for what happened at the club. I was just tryin to loosen up and have some fun. You know I wouldn’t have went home with that guy don’t you?” Bam was facing Ryan now, a conspicuous brown paper bag in his hand. “I know Bam. It’s just…I get jealous sometimes when you’re around other guys. And everyone knows how much you like mysterious, dark-haired foreign guys.”
Bam snickered, “Jeez Ry, that was back when I was fuckin eleventeen. I’m into a blonde haired, pasty guy, with a beard and hot as fuck tattoos now.”
“I’m not pasty!” Ryan feigned offence at Bam’s comment as they leaned in for a kiss. Ryan was the first to break it as he walked back towards the bed, ”What took you two hours to come back?”
“I had to get a cab and find a convenience store, then I sat outside the room till I sobered up enough for you.”
“ What the hell did you need to buy at a convenience store at like 3 in the morning?”
“Just something to make it up to you.”
“Well what is it?”
“You’ll see - later. But first…” Bam slid out of his slinky long black coat and let it drop to the floor. Bam walked to Ryan and grabbed him from the back of the head, threading his fingers between the golden strands, pulling his lips in for a kiss. Ryan instinctively thrust his groin against his boyfriends, his strong hands roaming all over his body, dragging his fingernails down his back and cupping his ass through the tight black jeans. Gasping, the lovers parted lips and stared deep into each other’s eyes. Tongues lapped at each other randomly as Ryan clawed at Bam’s shirt eager to peel it from his rapidly heating skin. Panting Bam paused his ravishing of Ryan’s lips and tongue so he had room to remove the hindrance of fabric. Ryan’s head dipped into the crook of Bam’s neck, his lips placing soft kisses across his neck and shoulder. He breathed deep, the smell from Bam’s skin intoxicating as fine liquor. Ryan knew then that when the pure scent of a persons flesh was able to turn him on, it was true love.
He felt Bam buck into him, his hardness straining against the coarse jeans like his own arousal. Bam suddenly slipped his hands down Ryan’s jeans firmly grasping his ass when he realised Dunn wasn’t wearing any underwear. A sensual groan emanating from Ryan’s throat as he sighed in to Bam’s ear, “I thought I’d get a head start.” Referring to his lack of boxers. The men giggled softly their skin on fire from the electricity of their lips against flesh and flesh against lips.
“No more talking.” Bam ordered a feral and lust filled gaze in his piercing blue eyes. A sly smile played on his face as he pushed Ryan to the bed, where his body came to rest.
Bam scaled Ryan’s taut body, leaning down to devour his mouth yet again. Ryan frantically grappled with the buckle of Bam’s belt before swiftly unzipping the jeans to free his leaking cock. Bam’s tongue swirled in Ryan’s mouth, as Ryan reciprocated, duelling for supremacy over Bam. The feeling of Bam’s rock hard cock in his hand, the heat enveloping his digits from beneath his black boxers was addictive to Ryan. He craved this contact when they were alone together, even when they were surrounded by people it took every ounce of strength Ryan had to keep himself from ravaging his best friend in front of everyone.
Bam was moaning now, loud, desperate moans from the feeling of Ryan’s sure fist pumping at his cock. Bam was close, too close so he covered Ryan’s hand with his own and sighed for him to stop.
“Fuck yeah its good! But this is supposed to be me making it up to you. I wanna make you feel good.”
Ryan was curious but he decided not to argue. “What exactly do you have in mind?” Without a word Bam placed a quick kiss on Ryan’s lips and gripped the hem of his t-shirt pulling it up over his head before tossing it to the floor.
“That’s a good start.” Ryan muttered as he gazed at the supple flesh of Bam’s torso. Bam smiled down at his lover, the slate blue eyes gazing back in anticipation at Bam. He slowly lowered his head and kissed his cheek before trailing kisses down his chin, jaw and along his neck and throat before pausing at his chest. He glanced up at Ryan and saw him watching the show intently, his mouth open his breathing quick and shallow.
Bam returned to his exploration of Ryan’s broad tattooed chest. His tongue snaked through the dusting of red hair as he made his way to the left nipple. He sucked and licked at the rosy bud, tending to it until it was hard and sensitive. His teeth came into play as he grazed his nipple, pulling it firmly between his lips. His hand smoothed up his stomach to tease the neglected nipple, Ryan was in heaven, the sensitive nerves in his body tingling as goose bumps rippled down his sides from the pleasure Bam was creating. As Ryan watched Bam, he grasped the hand that was currently pinching his nipple and brought two fingers into his mouth - he sucked furiously at them coating them in saliva lubricating them to move easier over his stimulated nipple.
The feeling of Ryan sucking on his fingers suddenly made Bam impatient. As much as he wanted to make Ryan feel good he loved feeling Ryan’s talented mouth surround his own cock so he began to inch down Ryan’s body, getting to the finale of his show. Pausing at the fly of his washed out jeans he firmly kissed over the denim that covered his bulging cock, while his fingers dragged the zipper downwards. Ryan shimmied out of the cumbersome clothing so Bam had better access, his boyfriend looked at the hard cock, pre-cum oozing from the tip, Bam’s tongue flicked out to taste Ryan his wet mouth millimetres from sucking his length deep into his throat.
“Bam, fuck, please suck it.” Ryan was begging, his head lolled on the pillow his hands fisting the bed sheets, the throbbing need driving him mad. Bam pulled away, a disappointed sigh sounding from Ryan, “what the fuck?” Ryan questioned as he watched Bam jog from the room.
“Wait there,” he called behind him. “Really not planning on going anywhere,” Ryan mumbled as his own hand began to trace through his pubic hair, the temptation to jerk himself off there and then proving hard to fight.
Bam returned fumbling in the paper bag from the store and revealing a can of whipped cream. “Oh my god” Ryan grinned at the proposition, “Well, you up for it?” Bam asked arching his eyebrow as he returned to sitting between Ryan’s spread legs and hard dick. “Bam I’m more than up for it. You kinky fucker” Bam grinned shaking the canister and squirted the rich frothy cream coating the length of Ryan’s thick hard cock. Ryan hissed at the cold sensation against the heat of his flesh.
“Fuck Bam, please,” Bam dipped his head and swirled his tongue from base to tip of the underside of Ryan’s erection. He slowly sucked the mushroom shaped head of his fat cock into his wet mouth, moaning at the texture of Ryan’s velvet hardness and the light cool cream sliding down his throat. His lips slid down to the base until his nose was buried in the darker hair above Ryan’s cock. He hollowed his cheeks and sucked steadily at first while his tongue continued to flick the dripping slit of Ry’s dick. Bam vaguely registered Ryan slipping his fingers through his dark hair, gently pushing his head further down his shaft eager for him to take as much as he could, “Bam that feels so fucking good, don’t stop, mmm” Ryan moaned and sighed at the pleasure his eyes captivated by the sight of his slick cock inching back and forth between Bam’s full lips. The taste was incredible, the vanilla flavour of the cream mixed with Ryan’s spicy sex was mind blowing, it made Bam lick harder, faster, longer. Bam’s succulent mouth sucked the cock until it grazed the back of his throat, he brought his free hand up to tug and stroke his wanting balls, his middle finger subtly slipping underneath aiming towards Ry’s contracting hole, teasing his entrance as he continued his assault on the cock in his mouth. Ryan was panting and moaning louder this time, his grip on the back of Bam’s head tightening, signalling his approaching release. “Bam - shitohfuck-yes-fuck so close…” As Ryan more forcefully fucked Bam’s mouth he again collided with the back of his throat making Bam cough around the firmness. White sparks exploded behind Ryan’s eyelids as he shivered through his orgasm, his pulsating cock shooting thick white come down Bam’s throat, which Bam swallowed hungrily. As Ryan’s softening dick slipped from Bam’s lips he looked at his lover through sleepy eyes. “Goddam B”
Bam smiled at Ryan straddling his body just above his now sated dick, leaning forward to share a sticky kiss that was a flurry of come and whipped cream-tainted tongues and lips. “Am I forgiven?” Bam asked looking at Ry through hooded eyes as he caught his bottom lip in his teeth. “What do you think?” Ryan gripped Bam’s upper arms tightly, sitting up and pressing his chest against Bam’s. Flipping the younger man beneath him, so he could hover over him he practically growled into Bam’s ear, “Now it’s my turn.”