Bam / Ryan OTP

Icons?

2008-07-22T21:25:43Z

Why, yes. Yes they are. lol so basicly the deal is I only get internet like 2 days a week, so the rest of the week I spend trying to be artistic. :P lol So I made these throughout the week. ENJOY!

PS. No hotlinking, and please credit!

Teasers:

Medicine has Nothing to do With It.

2008-07-16T06:57:49Z

Title: Medicine has Nothing to do With It.

Warnings: Meh… Bit of language is all.

Word Count: 679

Summery: Ryan has slept in until noon, and Bam didn’t take his medicine. Shit. From Ryan’s point of view

Authors Note: Okay, so I’m new to this here group, and I decided that I needed to add a contribution. This isn’t the first fic that I’ve ever written, but it is my first Dugera, and I don’t usually post my work because I’m a bit self-conscious. So I hope that you all like it.

Feedback is good. *nods*

It's quiet. I would almost like it, if it weren't for the fact that it's never quiet around here. There is always something going on in the house, be it Ape doing laundry downstairs or Dico cussing out "ye fuck-faced bastard" in one of the many video games that we've accumulated over the years.

It's really quiet. I think it's a bit unnerving, really.

I roll over onto my side and look at the digital clock on the side table. At first the numbers are blurred, but as they come into focus they tell me that it is indeed, ten till noon. I know that I should get up and eat something or socialize, but I just don't think I can. I'm too damn comfortable.

At least I was.

I say this because it seems that a full grown man has decided to take a running start and pounce on me with all his might.

"MLEGHR! Bam what the fuck are you doing?" I would yell, but he knocked the wind out of me.

"How can you still be asleep? It's a fucking beautiful day outside, and you're sleeping it away," he says like he can't believe that I was even sleeping in the first place.

"For Pete’s sake, I was about to get up anyway..."

"No you weren't."

"...Yes I was."

"No, I really don't think that you were...."

"How in the name of all that is rubber and water-based would you know what the hell I was about to do?" I ask pointedly, and a little bit annoyed. He shouldn't be aloud to read minds.

"Because, I can read minds," Bam replies matter-of-factly. I stare at him and blink a couple of times. Riiiiiight. "Come on, get up, and put some pants on. We got shit to do."

"Alright," I say and move to get up. There seems to be a problem here. Bam is still stratling me, sitting on my stomach with a shit eating-grin on his face. "Hey there sunshine, you wanna get up off me so we can go do this shit of which you speak, or are you gunna sit there flashing those pearly whites at me all day?"

He just sits there. Still staring at me with that grin. It's starting to get a little bit frightening... "MOO HA HA!"

"Oh god," I moan. It's going to be a long day.. "Bam, did you take your meds today?" I ask him, remembering his ADD.

"My dearest Ryan, medicine has nothing to do with it!" He exclaims.

"So, that's a no?"

He's still sitting on my stomach, smiling his ass off. It's getting a little hard to breath, at that.

"Dude, Bam, get off, I'm starting to get hungry."

As if on queue, my stomach lets out a huge growl, that I wouldn't be surprised if all of Pennsylvania heard. I look at Bam and almost jump when I see the look on his pretty little face. His eyes are open wide, and sparkling with glee and his mouth is hanging open like I had just told him that HIM was doing a concert in his back yard this very second.

"Bam...."

"DUDE! THAT WAS SO COOL! I COULD FEEL YOUR STOMACH GROWL THROUGH MY BUTT!"

"Bam."

"You have to do it again!" He exclaims, sounding like a little kid that just saw a magic trick.

"BAM!" I yell. Finally he looks at me, giving me his full attention. "Get. The fuck. Off of me."

"Give us a kiss first," He says, as he moves his face closer to mine. He looks very business-like.

I sigh, rolling my eyes, lifting my head up to give him a quick peck on the lips. "Happy?" I ask.

"Hmmmm," He says, thinking it over. "Nope."

And with that he leans down and gives me a full-blown passionate kiss that makes my hungry tummy do front-hand springs and ariels. We break the kiss and look at each other. I know that we're both thinking the same thing.

No one is getting out of this bed anytime soon.

A bit of advertisement...

2008-07-11T19:25:48Z

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If anyone wants to join, just do ahead. And first three people to join become officers :D ~~I know, what a lame attempt to get people to join.~~

Yes, so I'm done. I shall crawl back into my hole now. Lash me if advertising is not accepted.

Fic: On The Edge 1/1

2008-06-23T04:06:47Z

Title: On the Edge

Author: dirnty-roshambo

Pairing: Ryan/Bam

Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I make no claim as to owning any real persons within this work of FICTION. No money is being made here, so suing is unnecessary.

Summary: Bam feels like he can’t do anything without Ryan. Not my best work, but I just needed to write something.~ 900 words.

You’re on the edge of that cliff, just standing there with your nose peeking over the very last rock and nothing is holding you down. You ask yourself how did it come to this, why this, why me? And for the first time in your life you really want to jump.

The skateboard beneath your feet reminds you it’s all another stunt; your friends await the great jump from down below. Their tiny bodies look like ants when you’re stationed up at several hundred fucking feet. That one person, the only person you wish were here is not, and you feel like falling. Suddenly the wheels roll closer to the edge and you swear your heart and foot are somehow directly connected because your brain sure as hell knows better.

A cheer followed by a whistle travel up to your ears, making you involuntarily cringe; you can’t pull it off without seriously fucking up, not without him.

“Let’s go, millionaire!”

That voice shakes you out of your thoughts and you realize you have a job to do; to impress, to make an even bigger idiot out of yourself than last week. Your big scared eyes squint through the burning sunlight and a mean scowl sours your face.

“Shut the fuck up, dipshits!” You scream without meaning to sound so insecure. But you are in fact insecure so the world seems to make sense up on that cliff. That mother fucking cliff.

The ramp looks flimsy, the poorly concealed duct tape starting to peel and fray on the ends over two conjoined pieces of wood. The water beyond the ramp reflects the golden sun proudly shining the rays in your direction; you’re temporarily blinded and can only hear the sounds of obnoxious and obscene hollering from down below. The gravel being pushed aside and crunched behind you is just a rabbit or bird or something, so you don’t bother to take a look.

When a narrow shadow appears beside you, you know instantly someone else is there. You tilt your head just enough to see the toes of two muddy sneakers and wisps of smoke trailing through the warm air.

“Hey,” he says awfully cavalier. Or maybe you’re only hearing it that way because you are angry, no, infuriated with him.

“You can do it,” he continues; this time his voice hitches just a bit, which makes you involuntarily crack a smile. “C’mon, Bam…”

“Ya know…” you growl as your body turns fully around, and although you can’t see his face due to the glare, the way he instantly flicks his cigarette onto the dirt when you stare at him ensures you he’s sorry. “Where the fuck have you been?”

He glances down quickly, eying the sizzling orange ash as if it is going to offer him a good excuse. “I’ve been around,” he mumbles as he smothers the butt with the heel of his shoe.

“Bullshit, Ryan!” You strain a whisper rather than yell, why you are not so sure. You’re pissed, absolutely insane with fury, but by god the fact that he is finally there makes your entire body tremble with what you think is either lust or pure adrenaline; you can’t possibly be upset now.

“Well I’m here now, ok?”

His eyes are then become visible; those big grayish-green orbs that look so pathetic you actually feel sorry for even whispering at the guy. He takes a step closer, inching his way towards you with extreme caution. You turn back around to face the ramp before he can put his arm around your shoulders. Just because you feel bad doesn’t mean he needs to know that.

“So how far do you think I’ll get before I break my neck?” You ask as you look out over the water.

“Don’t talk like that, Bam,” Ryan tries to touch you again but you shimmy away just in time to avoid him. He sighs, dropping his hands at his sides and settling for pushing his body right up against yours. You can feel the roughness of his jeans through the thin fabric of your shorts. “Maybe when you hit the surface.”

“Huh!?” You turn your head swiftly to see him laughing. His smile makes you smile, and soon the giggles are contagious. His beard tickles your cheek and nothing in the world makes you want to move from the safe spot on that cliff.

“Yo! Less humpin’, more jumpin’!” Someone yells from the grassy area down below.

“You better get going,” he whispers into your hair. If only you could have felt his hot breath on your skin.

“Kiss me first.” You demand, not caring if he wants to or not. Luckily for you he does. He first presses his lips to your temple before reaching for your waiting lips. Both of your mouths are dry and the kiss doesn’t last long, but it doesn’t matter when you’re up there. He’s here, where he should be, forever, and he’ll be waiting right when you get out of the water.

You stand right over the edge, trying with all of your might not to fuck this up. Before you go, you quickly look back.

“So…see you at the bottom?”

“If you don’t break your neck.”

You grin, “Yeah, I’m not worried about it.” Finally you’re not alone up there on that fucking cliff.

End

I'm With You

2008-06-07T21:31:38Z

Title: I'm With You
Chapter: One
Word Count: 2,336
Pairing: Bam/Ryan
Warning: A bit of cussing, nothing more.
Disclaimer: Sadly, this story is not true in any way. Never happened as far as I know.
Summary: Bam isn't into Jenn anymore. Can Ryan help?
Author's Note: So, this is my first Dugera thing I've ever written in my life so...Go easy on me, I guess. Oh, most of the chapters, by the way, will have both Ryan and Bam's POV in them unless they end up being too long.

---Bam's POV---

I'm not really sure when I started to look at Ryan in a different way than usual. I mean, Jesus, he was my best friend. How could I even begin to think of him...that way. I couldn't. So I didn't...or I wouldn't tell anyone that I did. No one needed to know I wasn't attracted to Jenn anymore and that my attentions had turned to someone quite the opposite.

It got harder, though. Especially when he was around. It was even worse when they were both around. I was torn between my two loyalties: my girlfriend and my best friend. I felt a need constantly to turn away from Jenn and say anything to Ryan, to make him laugh or smile. Anything to have his eyes on me. Normally I got that sort of attention easily from just about everyone, but in Ryan's case, I felt like I had to earn it. Jenn was easy to impress and didn't offer the challenge like she used to. And I lived for challenges.

All these thoughts raced through my mind as I stared into the beer in front of me. Everyone was over, as usual, and I had slipped out of the living room and into the kitchen. I sat on a stool, my elbows resting on the counter. I couldn't take being with both of them again. I had been gone for about half an hour and was really surprised that no one had come looking for me. Of course, when Jess was home, my parents and everyone were always catching up. I checked my watch and knew I'd have to make a reappearance soon. If not, god knows what kind of search party they'd send out.

I moved to stand up and accidentally knocked over my beer. It spilled quickly from the bottle and all over the counter and my pants. "Fuck," I muttered under my breath, moving to get paper towels quickly. Ape would kill me if I let it stay there and get sticky. After a quick clean up, I made my way upstairs, hoping to God I had another pair of jeans somewhere.

I had just pulled the sticky jeans off when my door burst open. Ryan stood in the door frame, a beer in one hand, the other still on the door handle. He looked me over, an eyebrow raising. "Didnt mean to interrupt," he said, a smirk on his face.

"You didn't, jackass. I spilled beer in the kitchen. I was just changing before going back downstairs." I said, realizing my words were a bit rushed as I searched for the other jeans. Ryan had seen me with even less clothes on than this but just being without my jeans on felt awkward now.

I had the jeans pulled up and was buttoning them when he spoke again. "Good. Jenn was starting to wonder where you were. You know, no offense, but she can be a real pain in the ass."

I shrugged his comment off. I knew that. I was surprised by the fact he had added the words 'no offense' into the sentence. The cameras had been around recently and people were always a little more outgoing than normal. I was definitely no exception. I guessed the quick change back to the occasional completely nice demeanor was unexpected. He must have sensed something was wrong. "Hey, are you okay? You seem...really weird lately, man. And I'm not the only one who has noticed."

"I'm fine, Mom." I figured if I could joke about it, maybe he'd drop it. Of course not.

"Look, I'm just looking out for you. If you need to talk, we can talk. "

I could see the concern in his eyes that I heard in his voice. I hated that look. It made me want to pour out every secret he didn't know. Okay, so there was only three but still. "Then let's talk. "

He actually walked in, shutting the door behind him, before coming over and sitting on my bed. I sat down next to him and pushed my fingers through my hair. "I don't like Jenn anymore. "

Silence. That generally wasn't good. "Uhh...okay. So what're you gonna do?" He asked, rubbing his tired eyes. His beer had found a resting spot on the floor and I reached for it. I took a long swig and put it back.

"I have no idea. I don't want to lead her on. But I don't really want to have to break up with her. You know how girls get."

Ryan nodded, understanding as usual. "Well, I'd just do it. The worst that could happen is Jenn hits you." He knew that was a sore subject. I would never actually admit it, at least not yet, but Jenn could definitely kick some of my ass if she wanted to. She had anger management problems and could be really scary when drunk. "And if she does that all you gotta do is tell me."

I glanced sideways. "Tell you? Why?"

"Because I'll take you to get the damn restraining order she deserves."

I couldn't let him see the smile that had formed slightly on my lips. I could never let him know how much it meant to me that he cared that much about me.

At my silence, he raised another eyebrow at me, his head tilted slightly to the right, that dopey smile seemingly glued onto his face. "Are you sure you're not sick or something?" He reached out to touch my forehead and as much as I would have loved to feel that lightly calloused hand elsewhere, I pushed his hand away and that thought out of my head.

"I'm fine. I guess we'd better head back downstairs before they start thinking god knows what." I said, watching Ryan as he stood up.

He turned to me, a serious look on his face. "You mean thinking things like we're gay lovers and are having our way with each other at this very moment?"

My throat dried up for a few seconds. He began laughing, and held his hand out. I forced a laugh and a smile as I took his hand, standing up. "Yeah, things like that."

"Good thing its not true then," he said as we walked out of the bedroom together. Right. Good thing.

---Ryan's POV---

It didn't take me long to realize how much I liked Bam after I first met him. Sure, we were best friends and it felt wrong to think of him as anything more but...some things you just can't deny. I had kept the secret since highschool, knowing the one person I would ever trust enough to tell was the one person I'd never be able to. Hell, even if I did, it's not like it would matter. Bam wasn't gay and he had Jenn. And I was left in the best friend stage. It could have been worse.

Bam ended up spending more time with me, Raab, Dico, and the rest of the boys than Jenn anyway. In that instance, I felt as if I had at least one victory. Except it got harder and harder to be around him. I wanted to yell as loud as I could at him every time he wanted to do something stupid that he knew could hurt him. But could I do that? Of course not. I had to sit around, telling him how awesome it would be.

I shook my head, disappointed in myself. Something like that had happened earlier today. God, where was the backbone I supposedly had? Missing, apparently. I took a quick drink of my beer before setting it down on the table next to me. Everyone was talking loudly around me, catching up with Jess. No one seemed to have noticed that I was just staring off into space for about half an hour. Figured. Bam was the only one who ever gave a shit about me anyway. Thinking of, where was Bam? My eyes moved around the room, and fell on the empty chair next to Jenn. When had he slipped out and how had I not noticed?

"Dunn?" I heard a frantic voice ask in my general direction. I moved my eyes a few degrees to the left to look at Jenn, who looked all too entirely worried. "Do you know where Bam is?"

I shook my head before answering, "Nope, but I can go find out." She said something as I walked away, but I ignored her as usual. Nothing she said was ever worth shit anyway. The first place I looked was the kitchen, thinking maybe he had gone for another beer. Well, there was an empty one sitting forgotten on the counter if that meant anything. I headed for the fridge to get another one for myself. Where else could I look? Oh, duh. Bedroom.

I took a long drink before opening his bedroom door. I really hoped that I wasn't interrupting him doing...anything. Okay, maybe I did. What I saw, however, ended up making me smirk. He definitely wasn't doing what I thought he might have been but hey. I could still mess with him. "Didn't mean to interrupt."

"You didn't, jackass. I spilled beer in the kitchen. I was just changing before going back downstairs," he replied. His voice sounded a bit nervous and rushed but I didn't think anything of it.

Realizing how much time had passed since he had spoken, that I had spent watching him get dressed, I decided I should probably say something. "Good. Jenn was starting to wonder where you were. You know, no offense, but she can be a real pain in the ass."

He didn't seem to care. I frowned a bit, watching him. He had been acting weird lately and this was definitely weird for him. In general, he didn't really jump to Jenn's defense when it came to stuff like that but he didn't exactly let it slide that easily either. "Hey, are you okay? You seem...really weird lately. And I'm not the only one who has noticed."

"I'm fine, Mom," he replied, trying to joke with me. Eh, I wasn't that easy to throw off.

"Look, I'm just looking out for you. If you need to talk, we can talk." It wasn't often that I showed him that I was actually worried about him, but I guess I was now.

"Then let's talk."

I walked in and shut the door behind me. I knew all too well that people in this house could not keep a secret. I sat down on his bed, put my beer on the floor, and saw him sit down next to me from the corner of my eye. His next statement really shocked me. "I don't like Jenn anymore."

What exactly was I supposed to say to that? I knew what I wanted to say and wanted to do, but...that was not an option. Especially now. "Uhh...okay. So what're you gonna do?" I rubbed my eyes, knowing that I would probably be passing out soon. I hadn't gotten any sleep last night and after a day like today, my body was craving sleep. I watched as he took a drink from my beer and sat it down again. I knew some girl on eBay would pay thousands for that bottle. I rolled my eyes at myself and turned my attention back to what Bam was saying.

"I have no idea. I don't want to lead her on. But I don't really want to have to break up with her. You know how girls get."

I nodded. I had broken up with enough girls to know that the majority tended to get too emotional and started crying. I knew somewhere in my head that I shouldn't say what I ended up saying but if I didn't, he would have thought something was wrong with me. "Well, I'd just do it. The worst that could happen is Jenn hits you. And if she does that all you gotta do is tell me."

I had told myself that the minute Jenn ever laid a hand on Bam in any other way than simply joking around, I would drag his ass out of the house and take him to the police myself. She was a psycho bitch and I hated her. Of course, I could never come out and say this.

"Tell you? Why?"

As if he didn't know. "Because I'll take you to get the damn restraining order she deserves." We sat in silence for a bit and I wasn't sure if I had crossed the line or not. I didn't mean to. Not really, anyway. Okay, so maybe now would be a good time to try and get him to smile. I tilted my head slightly, smiling at him. "Are you sure you're not sick or something?" I reached out to feel his forehead and after what seemed like a slightly delayed response, he pushed my hand away.

Ah, what a common reaction. I sighed lightly under my breath, glad that he obviously hadn't heard judging by his response. "I'm fine. I guess we'd better head back downstairs before they start thinking god knows what."

I stood up, turned to him. Maybe this would be a nice opportunity to slip in a sentence that I could only wish was true. "You mean thinking things like we're gay lovers and are having our way with each other at this very moment?"

I could tell that had caught him off-guard a bit. Still, after a second or two, he laughed and smiled. I held out my hand and helped him up. "Yeah, things like that."

He had dropped my hand as quickly as he didn't need it any more. It tingled and my fingers felt a bit stiff. I stretched them out, trying to get the feeling to go away. "Good things its not true then." I was such a good liar.

So...

2008-06-01T13:45:15Z

Sometimes a photo will make you want to go there:

( I went there... )

Having Massive Writer's Block, Soooo~

2008-05-20T09:56:41Z

I'm having intense writer's block, so I figured I'd post a plea for help over at my journal.

Basically, I'm looking for pairing type prompts, with the option to throw in scenarios/word prompts/etc.

I'm most active in Bandom, and I really fear that's ALL I'll get prompt wise, so I figured I'd pop in here and offer up the chance to prompt, lol.

Anyway, if you feel up to it and want some fic, let me know.
It's open to anyone who feels like posting.
♥

Fic: Stranded and Together

2008-05-17T17:46:10Z

Title: Stranded and Together
Chapter: 77
Pairing: Bam\Ryan
Word Count: 1,047
Warning: Hmm... just a little on the naughty side
Disclaimer: This is seriously total fiction. Never happened.
Authors Note: This is the continuation of the AU challenge about Bam and Ryan stranded on an island together. These will be shorter chapters but quicker updates. As long as people are reading, I'll keep writing. I can make this fic short or long, but it's kinda up to what you guys want. Hope ya like what's to come. Each "chapter" will alter between Bam and Ryan's POV.

(Chapters 1-10), (Chapters 11-15), (Chapters 16-20), (Chapter 21-25), (Chapter 26-30), (Chapter 31-35),
(Chapters 36-40), (Chapters 41-45), (Chapter 46-50), (Chapter 51-55), (Chapter 56-60), (Chapter 61-65), (Chapter 66-70), (Chapter 71), (Chapter 72), (Chapter 73), (Chapter 74), (Chapter 75), (Chapter 76)

Bam's POV

“You’re lying.”

“I am NOT lying!”

“Well then you’re stupid.”

“Thanks, idiot.”

“You’re telling me that you beat one off when there were cleaning ladies at your house?”

“Yes.”

“Yeah right dude.”

Ryan finally gets frustrated and put his hand to his forehead. “I did! And I’ll never forget it because right when I was about to… ya know…”

“Cum?”

“Yeah. They flushed the toilet and it started to over flow and so they started screamin in Spanish n’shit.”

I start to laugh and shake my head. “So what’d you do?”

“What could I do?” Ryan shrugs. “I finished, zipped up, and went out to help.”

“Dude that’s sick. Did they suspect anything?”

“I dunno.” He mumbles. “Probably. They looked at me like I was some sorta freak or something.”

Laughing even more, I ask, “Well did you come out with cum on your hand?”

Ryan rolls his eyes. “Bam, I was fifteen at the time. I wasn’t that stupid.”

“How was your orgasm?” I giggle.

“Might as well skipped it.” Ryan says and chucks a pebble hard into the ocean. It splashes in the distance and we both stare into the clear horizon.

“That’s hilarious. One of the best stories ever.”

Ryan grins and bumps his shoulder with mine. “So… I told you mine, now tell me yours.”

“Promise you won’t think less of me?” I ask, sitting up a little and grabbing some more crab meat before we start to clean up for the night.

“Not any less than I already do.” Ryan teases.

I ignore him. “So I was, I don’t know… like, sixteen or something. Just found a porno under my brother’s mattress.”

“Jess.” Ryan states, almost to tell me that he remembers his name.

“Right. So I take it down into the basement--”

“Why’d you go down there?”

“Because my mum mum was visiting.”

“Your who?”

“My mu… my grandma. On my dad’s side. Crazy as hell but funny as shit. You should see the whole family when we get together for thanksgiving or something. It’s pure chaos. One time she fell down just to rile the whole family up and--”

“Bam! Get back to the good stuff.”

“Oh yeah. Sorry.” I grab Ryan’s hand and put it on my leg. I can’t not be close to him and it’s pathetic, but I don’t care. “So I hid the porno under my shirt and started to go down stairs and almost ran straight into mum mum in the kitchen. Almost dropped the fucking magazine but I held it together.” I can feel my cheeks blushing from telling the story. “I go down into the basement, which for some reason I thought was the best idea ever at the time, and start to whack off behind some old boxes full of random shit.”

Ryan starts to giggle and squeezes my thigh, his knee bumping into mine.

“I’m half way there, ya know, really startin to get into it. Was so fucking horny man, hadn’t cum since the morning before cuz everyone and their mother was over at the house. My cousin was sleepin in my room and Jess kept bangin on the door when I took a shower that morning so I was seriously walkin around with a half rock all day.”

A soft whimper comes from Ryan and he shifts. “Stop turning me on.” He says softly, laughing slightly.

“Sorry.” I grin and touch my lips to his for a quick kiss. It lingers longer than I thought it would and now I’m starting to get turned on too. I can’t remember whose idea it was to share getting caught while beatin the stick’ stories, but I ain’t sorry about it.

“Okay, hurry up so we can go to bed.” Ryan urges and places one more sloppy kiss on my neck.

“Where was I? Oh yeah. So I’m behind the boxes with the porno when my fucking mom comes down to do laundry.”

“Oh shit. That sucks dude.” Ryan laughs.

“I know.” I nod, agreeing with him on that one. “So I have to stop, ya know? Because… ew hell no. Even with how fuckin horny I was, I couldn’t keep goin at it. So for some reason I was cupping my balls at the time--”

Ryan chuckles and raises one eyebrow up. “You were kinky even at sixteen, huh?”

“Anyway. I was holdin on to my ball sac, scared as fuck mom would find me and just holdin my breath when all of a sudden she started screamin hella fuckin loud.”

“Oh shit! She found you?”

“I thought so dude, but she just saw a mouse. Fucking scared the shit outta
me.”

Ryan starts to laugh and shakes his head.

“It’s not funny.” I tell him. “She scared me so bad that I uh… squeezed something really really really way too hard and I almost died.”

Ryan cracks up so hard he almost falls back into the sand.

“My balls were achin for days after that! It was so bad.” I shriek and shove him hard.

“Oh damn that’s funny. Really fuckin funny.” He says, wiping a tear from his eye.

I laugh a little too. It’s funny now, I guess. “Poor Jess though.”

“Why? What happen to Jess?” Ryan asks.

“Well I was so freaked out that I went upstairs and left the porno. Ape found it that afternoon and grounded Jess for a week. He thought it was my cousin that was snoopin in his room and I didn’t say a word.”

“You are an asshole.” Ryan tells me, still smiling.

“I know. And I still don’t even feel bad ‘bout it.”

Ryan leans towards me, his lips trailing over my skin and hovering at my ear. “Well I’m glad your balls healed.”

I nod and press myself into him as much as I can. “I don’t know… the story kinda brings back all of these painful memories.”

“Mmm…” Ryan growls lowly. “Maybe I should kiss ‘em to make it better? You want that?”

My breath hitches in my lungs. “Yeah… oh shit… yeah.” I whisper as his hand cups me gently.

I could get very used to swapping stories. Especially if the story ends up with Ryan’s hot mouth wrapped around… there.

TBC

Fic: Stranded and Together

2008-05-11T04:56:00Z

Title: Stranded and Together
Chapter: 76
Pairing: Bam\Ryan
Word Count: 927
Warning: Naughty!!!!
Disclaimer: This is seriously total fiction. Never happened.
Authors Note: This is the continuation of the AU challenge about Bam and Ryan stranded on an island together. These will be shorter chapters but quicker updates. As long as people are reading, I'll keep writing. I can make this fic short or long, but it's kinda up to what you guys want. Hope ya like what's to come. Each "chapter" will alter between Bam and Ryan's POV.

(Chapters 1-10), (Chapters 11-15), (Chapters 16-20), (Chapter 21-25), (Chapter 26-30), (Chapter 31-35),
(Chapters 36-40), (Chapters 41-45), (Chapter 46-50), (Chapter 51-55), (Chapter 56-60), (Chapter 61-65), (Chapter 66-70), (Chapter 71), (Chapter 72), (Chapter 73), (Chapter 74), (Chapter 75)

Ryan’s POV

Bam spends a lot of time with my mouth, playing and licking and devouring until I start wishing that we had some of that fruity delicious strawberry chap stick because I know tomorrow my lips will be sucked dry.

And then it’s all down to business after that. It’s like Bam was really trying to concentrate on some sorta foreplay, but then just couldn’t handle it anymore. Sometimes the foreplay is the best thing ever and we can go for hours because hell, there’s no where else we have to be. But tonight is different and he can’t hold back. Or he just won’t. It doesn’t matter to me though; I’m all about goin along with what he wants to do.

He’s never been so god damn pretty.

“What do you want, Ry? Huh? Tell me what you want.” Bam asks, biting his bottom lip until its slick with saliva and bright pink from the sharp edges of his teeth. He’s straddling me and thrusting his hard cock against mine as his chest flushes with warmth. His shaky hand slides over and down both of our shafts pressed together and oh god… I want more.

“Jesus… yeah, yeah… anything, Bam. Fucking anything.” I squirm underneath him, trying to get him to just start moving.

“Tell me - Oh shit that feels good – Tell me what you want. Wanna make it so good for you. Wanna make you cum so hard. Want that baby? You wanna cum so fucking hard for me?” His voice is breathless as he slides his tight curved palm up and down, smoothing over our dripping heads and smearing precum all down our shafts, splashes landing on our hips.

“Yeah. Yeah. Make me cum, ah fuck, wanna cum all over you. Make you mine, Christ shit that’s, ah yes, I can’t - you’re hands are gonna…“ I start to moan and don’t even know what the hell is coming outta my mouth, but right now I just don’t care. I spread my legs to better the position and oh fuck, we couldn’t be any closer than we are right now.

“Fuck Ry, you look so damn good like this. So fucking hot. So fucking good. Want you so damn bad. Want you spread for me. Fuck – oh god, that’s it babe. Feels so good. Always so good. Better than anyone – oh shit yeah – gonna make me cum. Together. I wanna cum together. Wait for me. Shit, wait. Don’t cum yet.”

“God Bam… fuck, I’m almost there.”

“Close – fuck yeah, I’m so fucking close. Hold on.”

I close my eyes because if I look at him, I’ll lose it right now. His grip is so tight around us that he can hardly move his hands up and down. Now he’s just squeezing, first our base near our balls, then up a little around our shafts, and then up and around our dick heads.

“Wait. God, Bam… wait. Shit. I’m there. I’m gonna cum. Gonna cum so bad.”

“Ah yeah.” Bam pants, swear pouring from his forehead. “Yeah baby, yeah. Just…” He closes his eyes. “Just please cum for me. Right. Oh god, god, god. Now. Now, Ry.”

All of our words and whispers of want hang in the air as we both cum hard, letting our release go in white ropes over Bam’s hand. I don’t see any lights, but just pure darkness that swarms my mind until I open my eyes again and see Bam, still on top of me in the same position from when we came. And he is so still except for his chest that is heaving and his eyes are glossed over in a haze of contentment.

Finally, after what seems like forever, he slumps forward and I have to turn my head so he doesn’t smack into my chin. We lay like this for awhile, sticky and sweaty and so beautifully disgusting that I wouldn’t have it any other way.

After a few more minutes, I snicker and Bam whimpers slightly.

“What’s so funny?”

I smooth my hands up his spine and hug him close. “You like to call be ‘baby’ when we hump.”

“Do not.”

This makes me laugh. “Uh. Yeah ya do. I never noticed it before, but you really, really do.”

“Shut up.”

“You know what else?” I ask softly. “You can’t argue after sex. It’s like the best time to pick a fight with you because I’ll always win.”

“Not true.”

“See?” I smile, my lips turning up lazily. “You can’t even form a sentence. Not that I’m complaining because it’s actually nice for a change. I mean, to not have you talk and talk and ta--”

Bam’s hand covers my mouth and my words are muffled. “Shut. Your. Pie. Hole.”

I roll my eyes, but nod in agreement knowing full well that as soon as he takes his hand off my mouth, I’ll be talking again.

“I like talking after sex.”

Bam groans. “I know.”

“I like you.” I tell him softly.

He yawns and slowly starts to kiss my collarbone. “You just like the make up sex.”

“It wasn’t make up sex… I was rewarding you for taking that stupid thorn outta my foot.”

“Mmm hmm.” Bam sighs as he nuzzles my neck and begins to fall asleep.

I think about the mess we’re going to wake up to in the morning and as a mixture of both of our cum dries all over our skin, I think it’s the filthiest I’ve been in awhile.

And also the most comfortable.

TBC

That's All?

2008-05-08T08:45:13Z

Title That's All?
Pairing Bam Margera/Ryan Dunn
Author Me
Rating Teen
Summary For real, that's all?
Author's note First time posting this pairing. Thanks to zoewwelover for requesting it. Hope you like it!

Either it was a day of bordem or a day of absolutely, ridiculous, immature, buddy-buddy fun. So that's what it was going to be. Bam and Ryan lead the CKY crew towards the park that Bam and Ryan met at. Some one took Bam's bike, Ryan took it back. So that's where the friendship started, they talked, laughed, and yelled. Dico and his usual mockery of Rake and Novak prancing around half naked, trying to give Raab a lap dance. Raab didn't really care, it was either that or Bam's flat screen. Lap dance seemed more fun, it was more entertaining. Spotting the newly polished swing sets and several slides, the boys ran towards them, leaving Ryan and Bam behind, laughing so hard that tears leaked out.

"The British are coming! The British are coming! Polish your boots and comb your 'staches! The British are coming!" Dico cried in an english accent. Bam laughed so hard he barely made it to the bench. Ryan sat down and missed, landing on the ground, Bam's face started turning red, he squeaked and cried, he was laughing so hard, holding his stomach while flailing on the ground.

They laughed so hard, knowing that they bruised their ribs. Ryan helped Bam on the bench, Bam still giggling, and pointing at Dico. Ryan savored his moments with Bam. They always had this connection that was different from every body else. Bam always thought it was always just friendship, Ryan had other feelings though. He loves Bam, more than a friend. Staying by Bam or close to him always made him feel closer to his heart. It was like where one was, the other wasn't far away. Ryan swooned when Bam got really close, especially when drunk. Bam would lean against him and slur "looovvve yyyoouu Rrrii". Ryan would slur it back, but with more feeling.

He kind of just stared at Bam, his blue eyes switching to profiles of his friends, that sinister glitter twinkling now and then. Then those blue eyes lifted to Ryan's, his heart caught in his throat.

"What?" Bam asked.

"Nothing," Ryan muttered and looked away.

"No man, what?"

"Nothin- ow! What the fuck was that for?" Bam slapped Ryan.

"You can't lie to me man, what's in that brain of yours?" Bam asked as he tapped Ryan's head with his finger.

"Your going to laugh at me."

"I always laugh at you."

"And your going to hit me."

"I always hit you."

"Then your going to kick me in the balls."

"I always kick you in the balls."

"Then your going to never want to see me again."

"I al- what? What do you mean never see you again?"

"You'll hate me forever and you'll never want to be my friend anymore."

"Well, now that you say that I won't do anything, just tell me and I'll keep my mouth shut."

Ryan look uncertainly at Bam, Bam raised his eyebrows for Ryan to continue.

Ryan sighed,"Well, we've known each other for a long time right?"

"Right."

"And there shouldn't be secrets between us, right?"

"Right."

"So, you won't be mad?"

"Should I be?"

Ryan then sat there, debating on whether to get his ass kicked or live with the regret of not telling Bam. He leaned forward and caught Bam's lips, who didn't seem appauled at all. When Ryan pulled away, Bam seemed emotionless.

"Dude, that's all? Like, for real?"

"What do you mean that's all? I love you for christ sake and that's all you can say?"

"Well yeah, I mean it's not like I would be mad at you or anything. Jeez, I'm not that much of an asshole. I love you too. Now shut up and kiss me again," Bam demanded.

Ryan smiled and kissed Bam again, Bam smiled against his lips. Just then a big splash hit them and then a roar of laughter was heard, Ryan and Bam broke apart quickly and gasped. Dico was holding the bucket and laughing so loud that a deaf person was able to hear it. All Ryan did was smiled and wipe water from his eyes.

Short but sweet.

bam_ryan_otp @ 2008-05-05T18:07:00

2008-05-06T09:19:32Z

I'm not new but I sure am lazy. I'm a Dugera fan and I'd love to contribute to this community, but I need a plot. Any suggestions? I need that little push so I can finish my other fics that are writer blocked. This, this, this and this.

So, any requests for one shots and junk?

Ahem...

2008-05-05T19:10:29Z

I was thinking there had to be a slashy explanation for this:

( Surprise... )

Fic: Stranded and Together

2008-04-27T23:16:24Z

Title: Stranded and Together
Chapter: 75
Pairing: Bam\Ryan
Word Count: 1,098
Warning: Not bad.
Disclaimer: This is seriously total fiction. Never happened.
Authors Note: This is the continuation of the AU challenge about Bam and Ryan stranded on an island together. These will be shorter chapters but quicker updates. As long as people are reading, I'll keep writing. I can make this fic short or long, but it's kinda up to what you guys want. Hope ya like what's to come. Each "chapter" will alter between Bam and Ryan's POV.

(Chapters 1-10), (Chapters 11-15), (Chapters 16-20), (Chapter 21-25), (Chapter 26-30), (Chapter 31-35),
(Chapters 36-40), (Chapters 41-45), (Chapter 46-50), (Chapter 51-55), (Chapter 56-60), (Chapter 61-65), (Chapter 66-70), (Chapter 71), (Chapter 72), (Chapter 73), (Chapter 74)

Bam’s POV

I fucked up good this time. Such a fucking idiot. And I’ll admit that at first I thought that Ryan was just being a full blown pussy for actin all pussy-like on me, but then I saw the sheer terror in his eyes and I knew exactly what coulda happen.

He just doesn’t get it though. I can’t be kept here. I can’t be kept still, in this jail, in this prison surrounded by water. Hell, I’ve done much crazier shit than jump off of a fucking cliff. Way the fuck crazier. But then I guess that there’s always been a hospital just a five minute drive away. I coulda paralyzed myself. But that’s not even the scariest part. The scariest part is that half of me doesn’t give a rats ass and half of me actually cares.

I don’t like that I care.

I don’t want to care, but I do. I’m tired and I’m restless and I want to fucking jump off cliffs and sometimes that’s just how I work shit out in my head. Obviously Ryan doesn’t get that about me yet. I want him to though. I want him to be able to read me like a fucking book and that’s a little scary too. He’s getting close fast and I don’t know how much longer I can hold out here, living like this. Pretending to be happy and play stupid games and build shitty huts and try to skate board over water. It’s not working anymore and the only thing that’s keeping me alive is him.

What if one day he’s just not enough?

I have my doubts and I’m sure he has his, but then I see him and I start to fall all over again. And this time I’m not falling off some dumb cliff. I’m falling into this world where Ryan is my rock and what’s at the bottom of that waterfall can’t hurt me anymore.

I slept alone that night and have never felt lonelier in my life. Ryan ended up falling asleep under the tree where we usually sit out the hot sun and either sleep or make out. I wanted to go over and give him a sweater, but decided to respect what he wanted and give him some time. I want to tell him that I get it, I get what he said and I understand now. Don’t think he’d listen though. He’s probably still pissed.

I don’t sleep. I stare at the spot where he usually lays and run my fingers over the empty space. Even though I know he’s just down the shore, I feel totally and completely alone. It hurts, but I swallow it down as best I can.

The next day I don’t see him at all. I don’t actively try to find him either and I know he’s around here somewhere, but the fact that I didn’t wake up to his kisses is like a stab in the chest. I really thought he woulda been over it by now.

He’s trying to make a point and I get that. I just want it to be done with. I learned my lesson and every time I close my eyes I can feel his hard gaze on me. Disappointed. Disgusted. Disenchanted with my actions. I want to beg for forgiveness in everyway possible.

The sun is just about to set and I finally venture away from our hut, wandering aimlessly down the opposite end of the shore when I see him, sitting on a log with his ankle resting on his knee, bending to look at the bottom of his foot.

“Forgive me yet?” I ask.

He squints harder at his foot. “Nope.”

I reach out to touch him but he doesn’t even look up as he turns away. “Dude, come on. I said I was sorry and it’s been a whole night and almost a whole day.”

“And that makes it better?”

“Um… yes?”

He ignores me and it’s really pissing me off. If I could only touch him, kiss him, get closer to him, then I could totally make him fall back in love with me and he wouldn’t be so mad and he’d forgive me and all would be right again. I’m desperate, but I don’t care.

“What’s wrong with your foot?” I try again.

This time he shrugs, but still doesn’t look up.

I sigh heavily. “Okay look, Ry. If you have anymore to say other what you already said yesterday then tell me now. Because I heard what you had to say and I’m sorry.” I tell him, sinking to my knees in the sand. “I’m sorry and you have to forgive me.” I choke out and then mumble twice more, “You have to forgive me. You fucking have to forgive me.”

Finally, he looks into my eyes and I don’t see anymore anger, I see sadness. I realize that this was the one time when I couldn’t fix everything by kissing him or touching him or sucking his cock. This time it’s real and all I can do is hope that time has healed.

“Yeah Bam. It’s cool. We’re cool.”

I stare at him, probably looking like a complete moron with my mouth hanging open and my eyes wide.

“Please. Just don’t pull that shit again.”

“I won’t.” I tell him firmly, my voice surprisingly steady. “I promise.”

“Or I’ll have to kill you myself.” He smiles a little, the corner of his lips turning up.

I scoot a little closer to him. “I kinda like it when you’re all protective of me. The threats I could live without, but if it means you’re not gonna be pissed at me anymore, you can threaten me all you want.”

His eyes lift to meet mine again. “I just care about you, Bam. If you’re not gonna watch out for yourself then someone has to. But I’ll tell you what, it’s gonna get old after awhile.”

All I can do is nod and tell him that I know.

“Good. Now help me get this fucker of a thorn outta my foot.”

“Ew.” I crunch my nose as I rub the flat of my hand up his leg and pull his big foot in my lap. “How’d you do this?”

“Uh. Walking?” He teases and before I can get started with the thorn in his foot which for some reason I feel like resembles myself, he leans is head down to kiss me.

“I love you, asshole.”

I kiss him back and tell him the same thing.

TCB

The fun kind of spring cleaning...

2008-04-13T13:51:42Z

While organising my folders, I came across this:

( And silliness ensued... )

bam_ryan_otp @ 2008-04-11T20:48:00

2008-04-12T02:51:47Z

Title: Stranded and Together
Chapter: 74
Pairing: Bam\Ryan
Word Count: 1,095
Warning: Not too bad...
Disclaimer: This is seriously total fiction. Never happened.
Authors Note: This is the continuation of the AU challenge about Bam and Ryan stranded on an island together. These will be shorter chapters but quicker updates. As long as people are reading, I'll keep writing. I can make this fic short or long, but it's kinda up to what you guys want. Hope ya like what's to come. Each "chapter" will alter between Bam and Ryan's POV.

(Chapters 1-10), (Chapters 11-15), (Chapters 16-20), (Chapter 21-25), (Chapter 26-30), (Chapter 31-35),
(Chapters 36-40), (Chapters 41-45), (Chapter 46-50), (Chapter 51-55), (Chapter 56-60), (Chapter 61-65), (Chapter 66-70), (Chapter 71), (Chapter 72), (Chapter 73)

Ryan's POV

I wait until I see his dumb head pop up from the water. Then I wait to see if the water would fill with a crimson liquid of which I can’t even think of the real word, because if I did I’d probably kill Bam myself if that dive from the cliff didn’t first.

My face is stern, my teeth clenched, and my eyes are narrow as I stare at him. I’m so not amused right now.

“Oh come on dude! I’m fine!”

Blank. I can’t even think of something to say, probably because my heart is in my throat.

“Fuck! That was such a sweet trip! You gotta do it, Ry! Don’t pussy out on me.”

I hate him. Never have I hated and loved someone so much at the same time. Right now I really fucking hate him.

The water drips down his face, slides against his lips that are formed into a smirk. He’s treading with his arms like it’s nothing, like he almost didn’t plummet to his fucking death and leave me on this fucking island by my fucking self to bury his limp, cold body probably by the small circle of trees a good distance from here. Am I seriously thinking of where I'd bury his body? Fucking sick.

“Seriously?” He says, swimming closer to me. “You’re seriously gonna get pissed because I jumped off some random cliff?”

I open my mouth to say something back, but nothing comes out. I’m still completely stunned. He’s a fucking asshole. Such a fucking asshole. A shadow of darkness falls over my eyes and I can feel my stomach sink back into place. My lungs start working again and a breath that I’ve been holding finally sets free. My left finger twitches and my heart finally starts to beat again.

Bam’s smirk softens and concern crosses over those crystal blue eyes. And finally, he knows that he’s crossed the line.

Turning on my heel, I walk away and start towards the beach. I can hear him calling my name and apologize. I don’t even care. His voice sounds like a distant plea as I walk away and when I finally clear the beach, I feel like I can breathe for real. I don’t think I’ve ever been more scared in my life. I need to get away from here and away from him, so all I can do is start to walk. The trek along the shore is long so there’s some distance between me and Bam, but it’s still not enough. I wish I had my car so I could drive away and get the hell outta here.

Trapped. I’m trapped in this hell hole with a dude that doesn’t give a fuck. I thought that he might but I guess I was wrong. The cycle of fear is rapidly turning into anger and I my shoulders tense. I don’t see the sand, I don’t see the ocean, I don’t see the trees or any other god damn thing on this beach other than the vision of blood slowly dripping down a sharp edged rock, covering the stones at the bottom of the waterfall with red thickness and death. It almost makes me sick and I can feel the burn of vomit in the back of my throat.

“Ryan! Stop!” Bam is panting behind me suddenly and I can smell the dampness of his chilled skin. “Dude, I’m sorry. I didn’t think it’d be that big of a deal…”

Keep going. Just keep walking.

“Ryan?”

Even if I wanted to say something, my throat has closed up.

“Oh for fucks sake! Fine! We’ve gone over this before, but if you’re still gonna be a dick head then see if I fucking care--”

I start to yell. I didn’t think I had it in me, but I guess that I do. “You seriously don’t fucking get it, do you Bam? After all this time? After everything? I know you’re scared of losing me so what? You don’t think I’m scared of losing you? You coulda fucking died so easily back there! Do you even realize that? Can you comprehend that through your thick skull that coulda been shattered to pieces if you landed wrong? Do you get that I would have to pick up those pieces?”

His eyes lower and he stares at the sand. He can’t even look at me.

“Look… I just… I’m sorry, okay? I wasn’t thinking.” He says softly.

I shake my head. “I don’t even care. I don’t care right now, Bam. I’ve been caring too damn much this whole time anyway and I can’t do it anymore. Maybe I can in awhile, but just not right now. It’s fucking exhausting and I’m tired as hell so just leave me alone. Leave me alone and don’t do anything fucking stupid because even though I’m telling you that I don’t care, I really fucking do. But I need a break and I’m taking it now. So just leave and let me think. I just need some time to think.”

His lips tremble and he nods slightly. Thank God he stopped trying to make pitiful excuses because if he did, I might just have to punch him in the mouth to shut his face up. The same mouth that I can kiss endlessly throughout the night, I want never to open again. I hope that he finally gets it because if he doesn’t by now then I don’t know what else to say.

I watch him sniff and turn away. He hesitates while his back is turned towards me and he slowly starts to walk back down the shore. The water from his hair is dripping in clear trails across his shoulders and down the line of his spine to the small of his back. The sight makes me take a quick breath in. He had gotten right out of the water to run after me. I think he doesn’t care, but he really does. Or maybe I just want him to really fucking bad. I want him to care about me just as much as I care about him, but to do that he has to give a fuck about himself first.

What’s turned into fear, to anger, is now turning into pure fucking love and if this is what love feels like, I don’t know if I want to feel this way. It too fucking scary and I don’t know if I can take the plunge off the cliff to take a chance on him.

TBC

Fic: Stranded and Together

2008-04-08T04:32:58Z

Title: Stranded and Together
Chapter: 73
Pairing: Bam\Ryan
Word Count: 1,135
Warning: Not too bad...
Disclaimer: This is seriously total fiction. Never happened.
Authors Note: This is the continuation of the AU challenge about Bam and Ryan stranded on an island together. These will be shorter chapters but quicker updates. As long as people are reading, I'll keep writing. I can make this fic short or long, but it's kinda up to what you guys want. Hope ya like what's to come. Each "chapter" will alter between Bam and Ryan's POV.

(Chapters 1-10), (Chapters 11-15), (Chapters 16-20), (Chapter 21-25), (Chapter 26-30), (Chapter 31-35),
(Chapters 36-40), (Chapters 41-45), (Chapter 46-50), (Chapter 51-55), (Chapter 56-60), (Chapter 61-65), (Chapter 66-70), (Chapter 71), (Chapter 72)

Bam's POV

I think I don’t want to go home. I think if I don’t want to go home long enough, then maybe I won’t get my wish and I’ll end up going home anyway. I wonder if reverse psychology can work on my own wishes.

Anyway, I’m done thinking for today. Ryan’s done enough of that for both of us and we’ve already learned that thinking really can’t get us anywhere good. So I’ll settle for acting like a complete moron instead and possibly drive Ryan crazy in the process.

“Bam, you’re driving me crazy.”

Well that didn’t take long.

“Why?” I ask. “What am I even doing that could make you mad?”

“Well for starters? You’ve been jumping around in a circle for the past twenty god damn minutes.”

“Have not.”

“Uh yes you have.” Ryan glares from where he’s sitting in the sand, the huge waterfall crashing down a couple yards away.

“Well excuse me.” I roll my eyes and continue to jump. I’m fucking restless as hell and my legs just can’t seem to keep still. I want to run and jump and hop and kick and for the first time in awhile, I hate the feeling of sand between my toes. What I wouldn’t give for some tennis shoes and socks right now…

“Bam! Stop. Moving. Around.”

“I can’t! I have too much freakin energy today. It’s all that fruit you made me eat this morning…”

“You didn’t complain when you were eatin it… off of me.”

My hops slow as I remember early this morning when I woke up and found Ryan making a mess outta a piece of fruit and I sucked the juices from his lips… and from other places on his body. But this isn’t the point. The point is I want to do something that doesn’t involve sitting and staring.

“We’ve been sittin around all fucking week and just wanna do something. I feel stuck.”

“We are stuck.” Ryan points out.

“I know that, dipshit. I just wanna fuckin fly off the handle or something.”

“Look, how ‘bout we play a round of corn hole, huh?”

I shake my head. “That aint’ gonna cut it today, man.”

He stares at the sand hard, furrowing his forehead in thought. “I know something we could do to take the edge off.” Ryan winks suggestively and wiggles his eyebrows up and down.

“Later babe, later.” I tell him. “We’ve got plenty of time to get me off, you off, and get off together by the end of the night.”

Ryan looks disappointed for a second, but then shrugs and lies back on the sand. “Why don’t you go for a run or something?”

I curl my lip up, like that’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard of. “And… where exactly would I run to?”

“I don’t know. Away from me.”

I sigh and am about to protest again when a run actually does sound like a pretty good idea. “Okay, okay… I’m goin. I’ll be back soon.”

“’Kay.” Ryan says softly and closes his eyes. I wonder why he doesn’t feel as restless as I do, but then he’s always been chill like that. Always the one to be calm. Always the one to be quiet and still.

I bend down to kiss his lips before I start jogging away from the waterfall. He smiles when he feels my mouth against his and I see him settle even more after that.

Making my way through the brush, I stop when I see a trail that somehow Ryan and I musta missed all this time. It’s a really small path of dirt and probably leads to no where, but it’s exactly something new that I’ve been craving for. I push the fat green leaves out of the way and watch my footing, realizing that the dirt path is slowly turning into a trail of pebbles, just like the ones down by the waterfall. It leads uphill and by the time I’ve gone a good distance, I’m almost outta breath. The path curves up and I wonder if at one point there was other people following this same faint trail.

My chest tightens as I come to a clearing and I realize fast where I am. I’m at the top of the waterfall, and can see the stream where Ryan and I found the bones a couple months back. I wonder why we never found the clearing before and look around to find it shielded with thicker trees. I can’t help but to think what else we might’ve overlooked if we were this stupid to miss finding this place.

I peer down over the water and spot Ryan, just as I left him, arms crossed behind his head and I swear, if he had a fruity drink with a pink umbrella in it I would think he was at some tropical resort. The torn up and dirty shorts he’s wearing remind me that this is so not the case and I laugh to myself a little. I used to crave going to the beach when I was little. I don’t think I’ll be craving that anytime soon ever again.

“Yo! Ry!”

Ryan’s startled by my yell and sits up, looking in the direction of where I left. I can see him shade the sun from his eyes and say “Bam?”

“Yo!”

“Where the hell…” He starts and turns to look now from the direction of my voice. “Hey! What the hell you doin? How the hell d’you get up there?” He shouts when he spots me.

I grin back and shrug. “Just lucky I guess!”

“Anything cool up there?” He yells.

Looking around, I shake my head. “Nope. Nothing.”

“Damn.” I can hear Ryan grumble from all the way up here.

“Hey!” I shout and walk closer to the edge, almost falling as I go. The rocks are fucking slippery in the water. “You look good from up here babe. I think I might wanna come down and join your hot ass!”

Ryan’s mouth settles in a thin line and I know that look. “Well then you better walk yourself back down here and don’t even fucking think about jumping off that cliff, Bam. There’s too many rocks and if those don’t kill you then I sure as hell will.”

“Whatever dude! It’ll be fine, worry wart!”

And with that, before I can hear what Ryan’s yells back and before I change my mind, I leap off the edge and pull my knees to my chest, canon ball style.

As I fall with the water I feel the restlessness I’ve been feeling all day finally leave my muscles. Expect now the tension is replaced by fear instead when all I see is dark water before my body hits the surface. Hard.

TBC

I'm Spreading the LOVE

2008-04-06T15:13:22Z

Watch it. Enjoy it. Love it.
Bam talks about Ryan for a few minutes.