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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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“He looks like me.” Bam repeated. “Jesus fucking Christ Ryan you went out and you found yourself a guy who looks just like me!” Blood still raced through his veins, fast enough to make him dizzy. He started to shake. “What the HELL does that mean?”

Ryan stood silently, doing his best impersonation of a goldfish. He’d truly never noticed any resemblance between Mark and Bam, though he could see now that it had been pointed out. Was it just a coincidence, or was there more to it than that? Reluctantly, he had to admit that it was probably the latter. He was attracted to Bam. He didn’t want to be, but he was and since Bam and he had fucked he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him, about how good it had been. He supposed it was no real surprise that he’d ended up with a Bam look-alike.

He blushed deeply, humiliated. He’d tried so hard to ignore his feelings for Bam, denied them even to himself but his guilty secret was out now. Bam knew, and he was angry as hell. //He’s probably afraid I’ll try and jump him or something.// He thought miserably.

Bam continued to rant.

“What am I supposed to think huh? What the FUCK am I supposed to think! The guy you’re fucking looks exactly like me.”

“I’m not fucking him.” Was all Ryan could think to say.

“So he’s fucking you then is that it? Bam was in his face now, toe to toe, forcing him to take a step back. His body was so close, Ryan could feel the heat and he felt himself harden once again. He blushed deeper, hating that even in fear and humiliation he couldn’t stop wanting Bam. He took several more steps back, desperately hoping to avoid any kind of physical contact with Bam, lest that should trigger an even stronger and more shameful reaction, but Bam met each back step with another step forward until there was nothing but the counter behind him. “You know what Ry? That doesn’t make it any better. Shit!”

“I’m sorry Bam, I never…I…I just can’t…Ever since we…” He couldn’t find the words to explain to Bam how he felt without making the other man even angrier, but it didn’t seem to matter. Bam was in no mood to let him speak anyway.

“What’s wrong Ry? Wasn’t I good enough?” All of Bam’s anger suddenly dissipated and in it’s place stood hurt and confusion, indicating that there was something other than just a bruised male ego going on here and Ryan really didn’t know what to say. He’d never expected Bam to react this way. He wondered if Bam even realised what he’d said. “I thought we were good together. What we did, it was…I never felt like that before.”

Mouth hanging open in shock, Ryan just stared at his friend. Was he saying what he thought he was saying? He couldn’t be, could he? Fuck!

“Tell me you want me Ry. Tell me you haven’t been able to stop thinking about me since that day and the only reason you picked him was because you thought I was off limits.” //Christ, he’s a fucking psychic now too.// Bam took another step forward. Ryan panicked, he had nowhere to go and his cock was so fucking hard it was gonna burst through his jeans at any second an oh God! Bam’s thigh was between his, pressing against him, grinding, and he was as hard as Ryan was and it felt so fucking good and he wanted this so bad.

“Yes.” He whimpered, his voice barely audible. “Fuck yes.”

He tipped his head back a little way, letting his eyes slip shut, and spread his arms wide, resting the palms of his hands against the edge of the counter for support.

“Look at me.” Bam ordered. Ryan forced heavy lids open, locking eyes with Bam, who’s own eyes were wide and dark with lust. Ryan shivered. “I want you Ry. I wanna fuck you again. Wanna fuck you so hard you forget all about him.” A small pang of guilt shot through Ryan’s body then but it was quickly forgotten as Bam began fumbling with his flies.

Baggy jeans fell to his ankles when at last the final button came undone. He wore nothing underneath, he’d been going commando for a few days since Mark had mentioned that the idea turned him on.

“shit!” He hissed through clenched teeth when Bam wrapped his fingers around his cock and started to pump, slowly. Stars exploded behind his eyes, his breathing became erratic and his head spun wildly. He felt dizzy. He was almost sure he was gonna pass out, or at least fall down so he clutched onto the counter edge as tightly as he could.

“You like that?” Bam’s voice was hoarse and rasping against his ear and the strange sensation sent a tremor right down his spine. He couldn’t speak, couldn’t give an answer, just a needy moan. “Yeah, you do, I can tell.” Another moan, this time of disappointment as Bam’s hand left his cock. It moved lower, cupping his balls, gently squeezing and stroking them. Ryan’s moan changed to a tiny, squeaking noise that he couldn’t really give a name to. “How about this, you like this too?” Oh God. Did he ever?”

“Mmmmm.” He half sighed, half sobbed. Once again, Bam’s hand moved lower, nudging Ryan’s thighs apart and slipping between. Almost instantly he began jabbing his fingertips against the small puckered opening he found, not caring at all if Ryan was comfortable or not, but Ryan didn’t care. Bam could have been shoving his whole hand up his ass for all he cared, he’d been wanting this so badly, for so long that anything Bam did was okay with him just as long as he did something.

He shuffled his feet as far apart as his puddled jeans would allow and bent his knees slightly, groaning long and low as two fingers roughly entered him, stretching, burning.

“You’re such a slut.” Bam hissed. “Tell me Ry. Did you spread your legs this easy for him.”

Once again, Bam’s contemptuous reference to Mark cause a guilty stabbing pain in Ryan’s chest. Mark was only in the other room, and here was he, letting another guy finger fuck him without thought to what might happen, how they both might feel if Mark caught him cheating. Suddenly, the wrongness of the situation hit him. He cared about Mark, he really did, Mark was sweet and trusting and funny and he didn’t want to hurt him. He let go of the counter and put them on Bam’s shoulders, trying to push him away.

“Bam stop.” He said feebly, not really wanting him to. “I can’t do this. I’m with Mark now, it’s not right.”

“Forget Mark.” He jabbed his fingers into Ryan one more time, twisting them so that his knuckles brushed against the other man’s sweet spot. Ryan had to bite down on his bottom lip to keep from screaming out in pleasure and bringing Mark running. “You know it’s me you really want. Let me in Ry. Let me make you feel good.”

“I…” Ryan stared hard at his friend. Bam was just too fucking beautiful to say no to, so he didn’t, even though he knew he should. Instead, he took a deep breath and whispered huskily…“Fuck me.”

Bam didn’t need telling twice. He removed his fingers from Ryan’s ass and grabbed him by the wrist, shoving him roughly against a wall. After several seconds of grinding, he yanked open his fly and pulled out his hard cock, moaning at the touch of his own fingers to the heated flesh.

“Christ Ry. I’m so fucking horny, I need to be in you, now.” He mumbled. Ryan kicked off one shoe, freeing his leg from his jeans and lifted it as far as he could. Bam hooked his forearm underneath to keep Ryan steady and with his other hand positioned himself at the other man’s hole.

“Do it Bam, fuck me. Fuck me hard.” Ryan ordered, bracing himself for the pain he knew would come, Bam’s fingers were no match for his dick, they had no lube and being fucked in the ass was still relatively new to him, but he wanted it. Wanted it more than anything.

With no care, no tenderness, Bam shoved himself into Ryan’s body and began to thrust straight away. It hurt like a bitch but truthfully not nearly as bad as Ryan had expected. It was bearable, just, because Bam made straight for his prostate, slamming against it again and again and giving him such intense pleasure that it made the pain worth it. If he’d thought it was good the first time, it was ten times better this time. This time it was all about need and desire and lust, it wasn’t clinical like before.

Rather than biting his lip again, because Mark was bound to notice that and ask questions, Ryan muffled his cries in Bam’s shoulder, keeping his mouth occupied by licking and sucking at the pale flesh as he’d wanted to do earlier. Bam was sure to have a bruise there tomorrow, but that was okay. Ryan wanted him to have some reminder, something to rival his sore ass and guilty conscience.

His hands slid down Bam’s back to his ass, grabbing it, pulling him in further. Bam groaned. Ryan decided he loved that noise, he wanted to hear Bam make it again so he clenched his ass muscles as tight as he could around Bam’s pistoning cock. It worked.

“Fuck Ry, do that again.” He did, eliciting a deeper, longer groan from Bam this time. “God, you feel so fucking good.”

“So do you, I…“ His body tensed, his balls tightened and his cock jerked violently. “I’m gonna cum Bam.” He panted, somewhat surprised that he was so close, so soon and that he’d reached that stage only from having his ass fuc his his dick had barely been touched.

“Yeah, do it. Shoot your fucking load while I fuck you, let me see how much you like me fucking you. Come on Ry, I wanna see it..” Well, with Bam barking orders at him like that, Ryan couldn’t have held back if he’d wanted to but he was afraid that he might scream so he took Bam’s free hand, bought it up to his mouth and shoved two fingers inside, sucking them for all he was worth. The symbolism, while lost on Ryan, had a profound effect on Bam. “Christ.” He mumbled, watching and wishing that it were his cock in Ryan’s mouth instead. “That is so fucking hot.” His cock twitched inside Ryan, and his breathing became laboured. He was going to cum himself.

Ryan gave a small, choked whimper as he exploded, coating his and Bam’s stomachs with sticky white cum at the same instant as Bam’s own orgasm hit. Jet after jet of hot semen, pulsed against his prostate, prolonging his climax for what seemed like an eternity, leaving him breathless and trembling. At last, Bam eased out of him and dropped him back down on shaky legs. Ryan opened his mouth to speak, but before he could form any words, his ears picked up the sound of footsteps in the hallway outside and a voice called out…

“Ry!”

It was Mark. Shit!
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