A Friend In Need (Complete) | By : ONegative Category: Reality TV > Jackass Views: 4734 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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TITLE: A Friend In Need
AUTHOR: Soulless Angel
FANDOM: Jackass
PAIRING: Bam Margera/Ryan DunATINATING: NC17
DISCLAIMER: Since this is RPS the guys are obviously not mine. They belong only to themselves and, in my mind, each other. No offence is meant, I love the guys really, this is just for fun and I am NOT making any money at this.
SUMMARY: PWP. Ryan stuck a toy car up his own ass for the movie…and liked it.
DISTRIBUTION: If you want it, it’s yours, just let me know where you’re taking it so I can stop by for a visit.
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ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS: Thanks to Bam Margera himself for making so many gay jokes about Ryan that I started to wonder if he was hiding in plain sight, so to speak.
Seated in his usual spot behind the counter in Ape’s kitchen, Ryan Dunn felt more awkward and more alone than he ever had done before. He stared over at his best friend. Was bam even aware that something was bothering him? The answer was probably yes, Bam was one of those kinds of guys that nothing got past, he had a real eye for detail, paid close attention to everything, especially his buddies and if something was wrong he always wanted to know what it was and if he could help. Strange then that he hadn’t mentioned anything about Ryan’s recent funk.
Shit. Maybe he knows already and doesn’t want to embarrass me, he thought. Or maybe he just thinks I’m a freak. Shit shit shit shit shit!
He groaned loudly and ran his fingers through his scruffy blond curls, dragging them back of his face. Bam looked over at him but didn’t speak. Ryan couldn’t decide if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
He supposed talking about it would help, but he didn’t know where to start and he didn’t know how Bam would react. He was scared, he didn’t want to lose his best friend.
The two men sat in silence for what felt like ever to Ryan. Bam would occasionally look over at him and cock his head or frown then go back to what he was doing. Ryan for his part would smile, half heartedly and quickly avert his gaze. Eventually, Bam had enough.
“Shit Dunn, for fuck’s sake what is wrong with you? You’ve been in some weird funk for weeks. Spill.”
“I’m fine, just tired is all.” He lied. He couldn’t tell Bam what was really wrong, he just couldn’t.
“Bullshit!”
“Bam!”
“Don’t Bam me. Something’s wrong, something big. I get that you don’t wanna talk about it and I’ve tried not to push, but I’m worried about you man.”
A wave of guilt washed over him at the note of sadness in his friends voice. He hadn’t meant to worry him. He felt even lower now.
“You shouldn’t worry about me. I’m not worth it.” He mumbled.
“You’re worth it to me. You’re my best friend.” Nothing else was said. Bam let his words stand, hoping they would be enough.
Ryan toyed with the idea of walking out but he knew Bam would worry even more if he did and that was the last thing he wanted so he stayed put, trying desperately to think of a way out of this and failing miserably. If he wanted to stop Bam worrying, he was going to have to talk. He lowered his gaze and sucked in a huge deep breath which did absolutely nothing to calm him, then began.
“Stickingthatfuckingtoycarupmyassgavemeahardon.” He grumbled in a barely audible voice.
“I didn’t understand a word of that.” Bam answered.
“Well I’m not saying it again.” Bam glared at him and he felt his resistance start to crumble. “Fine, Isaidstickingthatfuckingtoycarupmyassgavemeahardon.” He repeated, a little louder this time.
“What? The car up your ass gave you…” He hadn’t understood at first, maybe Ryan was drunk or stoned or something. So much other shit had gone on since they did the movie that he’d forgotten entirely about his buddy’s contribution to the insanity, but then the realisation hit him. “Oh.”
“Yeah. Oh. Now you know why I didn’t want to talk about it.” A deep blush stained his cheeks bright red. “I mean how do you tell your best friend that you’ve turned into a fucking pervert.”
“I’ve always known you were a pervert Dunn.” Bam joked. “It’s no biggie.”
“Haha, funny. And whaddya mean it’s no biggie. I got a fucking hard-on for Christ’s sake, from having something up my ass, I even jerked off.”
“It’s just your prostate man.”
“Huh?”
“Your prostate. It’s like your g spot or something. Phil says when you get old it just makes you piss a whole lot but when you’re young…” He trailed off. “Haven’t you ever had a chick stick her finger up your ass while she’s blowing you?” Ryan shook his head. “Oh man, it’s fucking awesome. I highly recommend it.” Bam grinned broadly, his dark eyes twinkling mischievously. “Anyway, the car must have hit your prostate, relax, it don’t make you gay or nothing.”
Ryan DID relax, briefly, but there was more to what was bothering him than just that and very soon he was tense again.
“What about borrowing your girlfriends dildo and jerking off with that in your ass while she’s out. Does that make you gay?”
“Damn!” Bam was temporarily lost for words, something that didn’t happen too often. “You really liked it huh?”
“Yeah, I really liked it. I liked it so fucking much that now I can’t finish the job without, if you know what I mean. I still like girls. I still get hard when I see a good looking naked chick but I think about guys too now and I can’t stop wondering what it would be like to, you know, be with a guy.”
There. He’d said it, the thing that was most bothering him, and Bam hadn’t freaked, he’d actually been kind of understanding. Ryan was massively relieved about that, he‘d been so afraid that this would fuck up their friendship. Things were different between them now though. He looked up. Bam was staring hard at him, his forehead creased and his brows knitted together in contemplation.
Suddenly he stood up. He walked around the counter to Ryan’s side and stuck out his hand.
“Come on.” He said, grabbing Ryan by the elbow and dragging him to his feet.
“Where are we going?” He asked nervously, having no idea what was going through Bam’s mind at that moment.
“To my room.” Bam said seriously. “I’m gonna show you what it’s like.”
TBC:
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