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More Than Friends (sequel to	By : ONegative Category: Reality TV > Jackass Views: 5508 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Bam muttered incoherently, cursing to himself as he busied himself with making coffee. He knew he’d reacted badly in the other room, and desperately wished he’d been able to keep his cool but for reasons he couldn’t even begin to comprehend, the sight of Ryan and Mark making out on his couch had really unnerved him. His head had spun wildly and his stomach had churned. He’d had to get out of there before he’d hurled.

He didn’t know why he’d reacted the way he did. He was pretty sure Ryan would think he’d had an attack of homophobia but that wasn’t it, honestly. Well, maybe just a little. Ryan was his best friend, he wanted him to be happy and if a guy made him happy that was okay with Bam, but he hadn’t been prepared to see him and Mark kissing. It had seemed sort of weird and surreal, and had taken him by surprise.

Ryan had never been so openly affectionate with any of his girlfriends. It was like Ryan was a different person with Mark and that worried Bam slightly. He understood that Ryan was bound to change in some ways, having finally come to terms with his sexuality. It wasn’t that that bothered him it was…He wasn’t sure what it was that bothered him. He just knew that something did, and he didn’t like it.

Maybe it was Mark. Maybe he just didn’t like Mark. He’d been so busy trying to make sure that Ryan knew he was okay about things that he hadn’t really paid that close attention to Mark as a person. It was entirely possible that if he’d met the guy under different circumstances, he’d have taken an instant dislike. Just because he was Ryan’s guy didn’t mean Bam had to love him too.

He made a self satisfied grunt, deep in his throat and nodded to himself. Yeah, that had to be the reason, the matter was settled. Maybe he’d grow to like Mark a little better over time, maybe he wouldn’t, but he could pretend he did for Ryan’s sake. Or maybe Ryan would tire of the guy and dump him. Bam was pretty certain he’d like the next guy much more.

“Need any help?” Ryan asked stepping into the kitchen.

“Nah. I’m nearly done.” Bam wasn’t at all surprised that Ryan had followed him, he’d have been more surprised if he hadn’t.

“So I guess you were real thirsty huh? You seemed in a pretty big hurry to get outta there.” He said, tipping his head back in the direction of the rec room. Bam blushed. Ryan was asking him in his own way if he had some kind of problem. That was okay though, he didn’t mind that Ryan thought that, because HE knew that wasn’t the case.

“No, I just figured you two would want some privacy, that’s all. You WERE getting kinda hot and heavy.” He grinned, hoping that Ryan would see that he was still in good spirits and wasn’t upset or bothered by him in any way.

“You sure? I thought maybe we’d freaked you out or something, which would be okay, I mean, I wouldn’t blame you if you were, coz to be honest, I’m still a little freaked myself about some stuff and…”

“Dunn.” Bam interrupted, turning to face his friend full on. “Shut up.” Ryan did just that. “When I said you’d always be my friend, and that I was okay with this, I meant it. I’m not saying that it wasn’t weird, seeing you making out with a guy but really, I don’t have a problem with it.”

“You mean that?” Bam nodded sincerely. “Good. I don’t wanna lose my best friend over this.” After a few seconds silence, the two men threw themselves into a fierce hug, loaded with manly backslapping and something else. Being slightly shorter than Bam, Ryan found that his chin nestled comfortably in the curve of Bam’s shoulder and he liked it. He liked it a lot. It was warm and smooth, and smelled faintly of soap.

Ryan breathed in deeply, letting the scent fill his lungs. He was seized then by a sudden desire to lick the pale flesh and the though made his groin tighten painfully.

He jumped back, as if he’d been burned, desperately hoping that Bam hadn’t noticed anything.

“So.” He said. “What do you think of Mark?” He tried to forget his feelings for Bam and get his thoughts back on his boyfriend but he could still feel Bam’s arms wrapped around him, could still smell Bam and it was so hard to concentrate on anything other than the throbbing in his pants at that moment. He started to babble. “He’s cute right? I mean, I never dated a bef before and I don’t know what guys look for in other guys or anything but I think he’s cute.”

“Yeah. He’s cute I guess.” Bam answered noncommittally. He’d never really thought about what made a guy cute or not.

Ryan frowned. His brow furrowed, his head tilted to one side and his mouth took on a sort of childish pout. //Now THAT’S cute.// Bam mused idly.

“You don’t like him.” He sounded hurt, and that made Bam feel like a shit.

“I do.” He lied. “I like him. I…”

“You hate him. What is it? Is it because he hasn’t got tits. Shit. I really like him Bam, and I really wanted you to like him too. This isn‘t gonna work is it. You and me, staying friends.”

He sighed heavily, and his shoulders slumped visibly in defeat. //He’s giving up on us Bam Bam thought, panic crashing around in his stomach in huge great waves. He couldn’t lose Ryan, not to that pretty boy asshole in the other room, he needed him.

“It’s not that I don’t like him Ry.” In his agitated state he didn’t even notice that he’s used the same affectionate shortening of Ryan’s name as Mark had done earlier. “I just, fuck! I can’t like everyone I meet, there’ve been plenty of chicks I didn’t like too, and I can’t pretend to like him just because you let him stick his dick up your ass.” At the wounded look on Ryan’s face Bam continued. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that the way it sounded. Shit This whole thing is fucking with my head big time and I have no idea why. I just know I don’t wanna lose you over this either and maybe things are gonna be rough with us for a while but I’m not wimping out. You’re my best friend and I know we can get through this if we try. I just want you to be happy Ry, and if Mark makes you happy, I can deal with him. Maybe once I’ve gotten to know him better I’ll like him more.”

The other man listened, and nd hid his head silently in acceptance.

“Thanks, for being honest. It really means a lot to me. Tears pricked at the back of his eyes but he squeezed them back. Just because he was gay didn’t mean he was a pussy.

For what seemed like an eternity, they stood, face to face, eye to eye, both of them a little afraid of what would happen next but glad that everything was out in the open.

“He’s not what I expected you know.”

“What were you expecting then?”

“I don’t know, just not him. He’s a pretty boy. I never pictured you with a pretty boy.”

“What kinda guy did you picture me with? Some big, hairy assed biker or something?”

The sound of laughter managed to dispel a very small amount of the tension that had been building between them but it was still thick.

“No but, I mean he looks like…He looks like…” Bam wasn’t really sure what he thought Mark looked like, not in a way that he could actually explain out loud, and he pictured the guy in his mind, hoping it would help. It was then that it hit him, full on, like Knocksville into a brick wall. Tall, pale, skinny, dark eyes and longish dark hair, even the tight black clothes, Mark was a dead ringer, how had he not noticed it before? Eyes wide with shock, blood racing through his veins, propelled by a thousand different, as yet unnamed emotions he looked over at his friend and said… “He looks like ME!”

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