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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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Ryan needed a shower, bad. Bam was all over him, literally, and inside him. He felt dirty, and used, like some kind of cheap whore and he didn’t like the feeling one little bit. He had to get the smell off of him, had to erase Bam’s touch before he went completely nuts.

He was half undressed already before his apartment door clicked shut behind him. He toed off his sneakers, kicking them in random directions, under the coffee table, behind the kitchen door. His t-shirt came over his head and was flung against the wall, landing in a small heap on his living room floor, he’d pick it up later. He ripped open his button fly and within two, maybe three seconds he was stepping out of his puddled jeans, leaving them where they dropped, and into the bathroom.

He turned the shower dial up to maximum, and while the water was heating up, he took a second to study his reflection in the mirror. He looked like he hadn’t slept in weeks, maybe longer. His skin was pale with red blotches, he had dark circles under his eyes and his beard was scruffy and undefined. He looked half dead. Maybe he was dying, he mused, maybe Bam was trying to kill him, or at least make him so crazy that the men in white coats had to come take him away.

“Fuck.” He mumbled under his breath. “Fuckfuckfuck.”

He yanked up his toothbrush and toothpaste from the shelf below the mirror and squeezed a large dollop of red white and blue stripes on to the bristles, shoving it roughly into his mouth and stabbing at his teeth and gums in an almost violent motion. He needed to get Bam’s taste out of his mouth. He was still brushing when he stepped beneath the shower spray.

“Shit!” The water was hot. He winced, his muscles tensing as the pain registered in his nerve endings. Quickly he turned the heat down a fraction, to a slightly more comfortable temperature. He didn’t want to end up in ER.

He stood still, letting the water wash over him as he waited for the burn to ease. Underneath the running water, he allowed his tears to flow freely, berating himself for being such a pussy but not having the energy or the inclination to fight them. At least there was no one here to see them. It was small comfort.

Why was Bam doing this to him? Ryan didn’t understand. Bam wasn’t like him, Bam wasn’t gay, he wasn’t even bi for Christ’s sake. It just didn‘t make any sense.

He was jealous, he’d admitted that much, but jealous of what? Of Mark, of their closeness? Was he afraid that Mark was going to take him away, that now he had Mark, he wouldn’t need his friend anymore. Was that what this was about? Shit. Didn’t Bam know that Ryan loved him more than any other person on the planet, they were best friends. More than that, they were soul mates, he‘d always need him. No matter what happened between him and Mark, Ryan would always need Bam. At least, that’s how he’d felt until…The memory made him groan out loud.

What Bam had done in the kitchen was so wrong. He’d used Ryan, in the worst kind of way, left him feeling dirty and ashamed.

He almost felt, in a strange sort of way, as if he’d been raped. He hadn’t wanted Bam. Well, yes, he had, but not like that, not then and Bam hadn’t taken no for an answer. He’d pushed and pushed until Ryan had had no choice but to give in. Bam had forced him, it didn’t matter that he’d loved every second of it, that he’d cum harder than he‘d ever done in his life, that the memory of it was making him harden once again. It didn’t matter that although rationally, he knew that it would be a huge mistake, he wanted to do it all again.

Bam’s hands on his body, stroking and squeezing had felt so un fucking believably good. He could still feel them. He thought that even if he took a hundred showers, or a thousand, he probably still would.

He made a grab for a bottle of shower gel, squirted a generous amount into the palm of his hand then replaced the bottle and began to lather himself up. His hands skimmed lightly over his skin, touching all the places Bam had touched, trying desperately not to think about that and failing miserably. Fingers lingered a little longer than they ought to have done at his hips, the top of his thighs, his stomach. Each touch reminded him of Bam, of what they’d done and before long he was rock hard and dripping, not just from the shower.

The urge to take his cock in his hand and pump until her spurted all over the shower wall was strong, but he fought it. He fought it with every ounce of strength he had left, knowing that if he couldn’t even resist when he was alone then he would have no chance next time they came face to face and he wanted so badly to be able to resist.

But Bam was in his head now, and seemed to have no intention of leaving and Ryan was so fucking hard it hurt. He needed to cum.

“Fuck it” He groaned, his resistance crumbling. “Fuck.” His hand caressed his stomach, drawing small circles where he’d spunked on himself earlier, with the tip of his fingers then slowly sliding them further south, wrapping them around his achingly hard length and stroking. He held himself in a tight, almost vice like grip, not really wanting to admit how close he already was just from thinking about it, and hoping to hold his climax at bay just for a little while, but his effort was in vain.

His balls tightened and his dick twitched violently. His hand began to move of it’s own volition, slipping and sliding up and down the length of his throbbing shaft. “Fuck.” It wasn’t going to take long. He gasped and groaned and panted. Nearly there, just one more stroke and…”Aaaaahhhhh, fuuuuuuuck.” He exploded all over himself, jet after jet of hot, sticky white cum hit the air, his stomach and chest, some even reached his chin, and he continued to pump until every last drop was drained, muttering under his breath…”Fuck you Bam. Fuck you.”

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