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bloatedandalone04 · 2 years

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➪the one where you’re broken up but don’t stop needing each other.

WARNINGS: swearing, drinking, smut, mentions of smut, self deprecating thoughts, and a chick named Sarah

Word Count: 5.2k

Bam’s 25 in this

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You stared at the ceiling, a frown on your face that seemed to be a permanent feature the last few weeks. A sigh of annoyance left your lips and you refrained from rolling your eyes at the loud, and quite obnoxious snoring, that came from the man beside you.

You didn’t know him. You didn’t even remember his name.

He was just some guy you brought home from the bar.

Just another hopeless distraction from the guy you actually want.

You can’t remember the last time you felt this satisfied. You felt high, despite not touching a cigarette a day in your life, you felt as though you were in the clouds. It was the feeling that, no matter what, always came from Bam. Whether he was hovering over you, in you, or under you, he never failed to make you see stars. It was no surprise that you stopped your player ways and began dating him. He was the best you’d ever had.

Bam, too, stopped his player ways committed to you. You could only assume he felt the same way about you as the words he’d say were nothing short of praises and borderline promises.

Like what he’s saying now, as he composes himself while holding himself up. He leaned down and pressed a hot kiss to your mouth, trailing his lips down your neck once you broke away to let out a string of moans. “I love the way you feel,” he mumbles against your skin while grinding his hips into yours. “Always so good.”

“Please, don’t stop,” you nearly cried out, wanting nothing more than to feel this way for the rest of your life.

He had no plans of stopping, but your words made him want to please you forever. “I’m never getting over this,” he says, feeling the familiar warmth in his lower body begin to creep up. “Never letting you go. Never gonna let you leave me.”

One would think he’d feel the same way you do, right?

It was a quiet day as both you and Bam had the day off. You were watching some random show on the TV, laying on the couch with Bam laying on your lower half. His back was pressed to your lower stomach and his arms rested on your legs. It was a position that you two often found yourselves in.

You absentmindedly played with his hair, your eyes on the screen but you wouldn’t say you were watching what was playing.

No, instead you were having an inner battle with yourself. It was September 23rd and your lips turned upwards when you realized what day it was. “Hey,” you whisper and gently scratch his scalp in an attempt to get him to look at you.

“What?” He asked and turned his head to look up at you.

“Guess what?” You asked and he raised his brows, giving you his full attention. “We’ve been together for seven months as of today.” You watch as he fights off a smile and shakes his head.

“Wow,”

“Happy seven months,” you grin.

Bam doesn’t say anything as he moves up your body and presses a quick kiss to your lips. He positioned himself so his front was pressed to yours and his head rested on your chest.

You could stay like this forever.

You loved him.

“Bam,” you say and resume messing around with his hair. He hummed in response, his eyes on the TV. Here goes nothing and everything. “I love you.”

It was as if the whole atmosphere changed and you could feel dread seeping into your skin.

You knew then that you had massively fucked up.

Bam slowly lifted his head and looked over at you, an emotion you couldn’t quite recognize on his features. “What?”

You felt confused and quite honestly embarrassed. Had you completely gotten the wrong message? Did you just fuck up the best thing in your life? “I love you,” you say again. “I want us to be together…..forever.”

The entire room became quiet. It even felt as though the actors on the TV fell silent as Bam lifted himself off you. He sat there, looking at the floor for a few minutes and you wanted to curl in on yourself. “I think it’s best if we end this,”

At his words, you felt your heart fall into the pit of your stomach. “What?”

“We need to end this,” he says again, this time more sternly. “Before things become something they’re not.”

“What are you talking about?” You asked and sat up, reaching for his hand and not bothering to hide the look of hurt on your face when he pulled away from you. “I’m sorry if I was too forward but I just thought you felt the same way.”

“I don’t,” his words were nothing short of harsh and you felt sick when you realized just how much you fucked things up. “I think you should go.”

“Bam, we can talk about this-”

“Leave, Y/n,” he snapped and stood up. “Just..just go home. This is over.” Without another word, he turned and disappeared up the stairs, leaving you to sit there in tears. You reach over and grab your jacket from off the back of the couch, squeezing the fabric in your hands as you stand, tears falling freely down your face.

Before you could embarrass yourself even further, you quickly walk over to the front door, pulling it open and fleeing from the house you no longer felt welcome in.

A few days have gone by since Bam humiliated you at his house and left you to drive home, alone, in tears. Your steps were clumsy as you stumbled your way down the familiar path to Bam’s house.

It was a normal day for you at first. You woke up alone, instead of with Bam, and cursed at yourself for confessing your love to him. Had you kept your mouth shut for a few more months, maybe he would have grown to feel the same way you did.

As you headed for your bathroom to shower, your eyes caught sight of the calendar pinned to your wall, today’s date seeming to be the only thing you could read.

September 28th.

Fuck.

It didn’t help that you had sloppily written ‘BAM’S B-DAY <3’ in bolded sharpie when you flipped the calendar into the month of September a few weeks prior.

It was a normal day, until it wasn’t anymore.

No. Today was his day. And he was spending it without you.

And it was your fault.

This was why you don’t let yourself be close to one person. Had you not settled down with Bam, you wouldn’t be feeling like absolute shit.

Instead of showering, you got dressed and immediately headed for the nearest bar, not caring that it was nearing ten in the morning. You needed to forget him today. Alcohol would help.

It didn’t.

Instead of forgetting him, your mind was flooded with images of what you did on this day last year. You and Bam had barely been dating a week but you both acted as if you had been dating for years. You started the day by waking him up with you under the covers, then letting him take you to spend the entire day at the skatepark, where you ended the night on top of him in a secluded area with nothing but satisfaction filling your every sense.

So different from how you’re spending it this year.

Your eyes landed on the clock that was on the wall behind the bar, the time reading 9:56. You had, quite literally, spent your entire day attempting to drink away the memories you shared with Bam but ultimately ended up feeling worse than before. You tossed a bit of cash onto the bar counter before stumbling out of the door and to where you were currently.

A few minutes passed and you found yourself raising your hand to knock on the door of his house, a pathetic apology on your lips. Seconds pass before the door opens and reveals the man you grew to love three months into your seven month relationship.

“Bam,” you slurred, feeling your eyes already begin to sting at the sight of seeing him again. “I’m sorry.”

“Y/n?” He asked and caught you before you could fall. “What are you doing here?”

His hands on you sent fire through your veins and you gripped his arms, squeezing them as tears began to fall. “I’m sorry, I’m an idiot,” you rambled. “I’m such a fucking idiot and I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for fucking us up.

Bam sighed as he stepped away from you. “Y/n,” he said. “You need to go home-”

“I miss you so much, and I need you,” your words were slurred and your eyesight began to blur but you went on. “I need you so much and I know you need me too, so let’s just forget what I said, okay? I didn’t know what the fuck I was talking about but I just need you right now, please. Please, let's just go back to how we were, I-”

A figure stepped into frame, half of her body behind Bam while she peered over his shoulder at you. The words were completely ripped from your mouth as you took in the girl before you. She was stunning, blonde, skinny and her manicured hand on Bam’s bicep had you holding back all the drinks you had consumed today.

“Hi,” her voice was friendly and if it weren’t for her outfit choice leaving you speechless, you might have said hi back. She wore a baby blue bra and matching underwear, Bam’s long cardigan thrown loosely over her shoulders.

Now you really feel sick.

“Are you okay, honey?” Her sweet voice asked. “You don’t look too good.”

You stumbled back and tried to blink away the endless stream of tears falling from your eyes. How had he moved on so quickly? Had you seriously meant absolutely nothing to him? You loved him, showed it in everything you did for him and when you told him he acted as if it was the craziest thing he’d ever heard.

“Y/n,” he started to say but you shook your head and stepped away from him.

Fuck him.

With one final glance at the guy you were over the moon for and his new girl, you turned around. “Fuck you both,”

And that’s how you found yourself beside some random guy the next day. The sight of Bam with someone else sobered you up almost immediately and you went back to the bar, found the first decent looking guy and took him back to your house.

It was a bit of a waste as the guy failed to get you to the point of ecstasy and he even failed to get you turned on. It wasn’t his fault, not really. Seven months with Bam had seemed to completely change and raise your standards to a point only he could reach. So, it wasn’t this guy’s fault that he wasn’t Bam.

You woke up the next day and saw that the man you took to bed had left at some point. You didn’t feel the sinking feeling you normally get when you woke up and Bam was nowhere to be found. You were almost relieved that you didn’t have to kick him out now.

He wasn’t Bam.

When you were in the shower and washing off the mess the guy left on you, you felt the burning of need in your lower abdomen. You slipped your hand down your body, needing something to forget about how unsatisfied you were last night. But, as you did the things you usually did to get yourself off, nothing seemed to be doing the trick.

With a frustrated sigh and a borderline groan of annoyance, you lift your hand up and tug on your hair in frustration. No one could please you like he could.

Not even yourself anymore.

Bam had never been this pissed off. He was frustrated, sexually, and the girl currently on her knees in front of him was not helping in the slightest. She was touching him, both with her hands and mouth, but he still felt tremendously unhappy.

And it was his fault.

He wasn’t getting off anytime soon, but the girl who was going down on him didn’t seem to realize that as she quickly bobbed her head. Bam tried, he really did. But there was no way this girl would be able to get him to the edge, not like you could.

He sat up on the couch and gently pushed her away from him, zipping up his pants when she leaned back on her knees. “Sorry,” he mumbled and tugged at his hair, taking a minute to beat himself up mentally.

“It’s okay,” the girl, whose name he couldn’t remember, said and ran her hands up his thighs. “You’re just not turned on enough yet. I can help with that.” She began to tug her shirt off but stopped when Bam shook his head.

“I’m not turned on at all, actually,” Bam said and the girl looked at him in shock. He was brutally honest. Had he not met you and had you to himself for seven months, maybe this girl in front of him would be able to get him off. But not anymore.

Not when he had all he needed just a few weeks ago and fucked it up because he was an idiot at times.

“I’m sorry,” he said again and gently ran his thumb over her cheekbone before standing up. “I think you should go home. Sorry for wasting your time.” And with that he left the room and began his journey upstairs, leaving the girl in his living room, much like he did with you. Except, this time, the girl left with a dry face and an annoyed expression, very different to how you left a couple of weeks ago with a tear stained face and a heartbroken look.

October 17th.

It was your close friend, Johnny’s, wedding day. You now had a bittersweet friendship with him, bitter because he was the one who introduced you to Bam, and sweet because he was there for you during the many weeks you were upset after Bam broke up with you.

You knew about this day for months now. Bam had asked you to be his date back in May. If only you hadn’t told him you loved him, maybe you wouldn’t be sitting here, with Dunn and Ehren beside you, knowing that you’d have no one to spend the rest of the night with after the ceremony.

The place was beautifully decorated. It was being held in a big room, white ribbons with baby blue flowers scattered everywhere. It was traditional, something you couldn’t see yourself doing for your possible future wedding. You preferred dark reds and ultra violets, but this felt like something Johnny would have during his big day, and the thought had you smiling.

While you waited for it to start, Dunn gently nudged you, leaning in so only you could hear him. “How are you doing?”

Ryan was Bam’s best friend. You had hung out with him at least once a week when you were dating Bam, but since you broke up you haven’t seen much of him. It was sad. You considered Ryan a friend and when you lost Bam you also lost him in a way. “I’m okay,”

Ryan gives you a look that says none other than bullshit and you look away from him. He didn’t understand why Bam broke up with you and he doesn't think he ever will. He spent countless nights with Bam, listening to him talk on and on about how you were the best thing in his life and how he could see himself marrying you one day. You two seemed extremely serious, so why did he freak out when it was obvious to everyone that he felt the exact same way you did? “Really? Y/n-”

“I’m fine,” you say and give him a forced smile. “Really.”

The conversation stopped there as music began to play. You look over at Johnny and see him starting to get fidgety. It was understandable. Marriage was the biggest thing to come from a relationship, with the exception of a baby.

Everyone stood up, their eyes looking to the back of the room as they waited for the first pair to come out.

First to come out was Steveo and one of Sarah’s (Johnny’s bride) friends. Their arms were linked as they walked down the aisle. Steveo looked nice, he cleaned up well for his best friend's big day and you felt yourself start to smile, genuinely this time. You truly were so happy for your friend for finding the person he wanted for the rest of his life.

That smile, however, left your lips the second the next pair of people walked into the room. Bam looked as handsome as ever in his black tux, his arm linked with another one of Sarah’s friends, as they walked on the white rose petals that covered the aisle. Bam’s eyes found yours within seconds and your heart dropped as you looked away and back to the front. You were sitting on Johnny’s side of the room, so Bam had a nearly crystal clear line of sight of you as he stood at the front of the room beside Steveo.

You could only bring yourself to glance at him every now and then, each time finding him looking at you already. The soon to be newlyweds exchanged their vows and you had to blink back tears at Sarah’s words. The way she described her love for Johnny was the exact way you felt about his groomsmen. Ryan gently placed his hand on your thigh and you gave him a reassured smile, standing up alongside him to clap as the new spouses shared their first kiss as husband and wife.

As the couple walked back up the aisle, hand in hand, you allowed yourself to look over at Bam. He was still standing beside Steveo, but he looked as if he was losing a mental battle he was having with himself. Before he could look over at you, the girl he walked down the aisle with came over and linked their arms once more before following Johnny and Sarah back up the aisle with Steveo and his wedding partner behind them.

You looked away once he was out of the room and allowed yourself to be escorted into the party room by Dunn. There, you took your seat next to Pontius and a girl named Talia. Dunn walked to his seat that was across the room and next to Bam. Johnny had told you a few days prior that he made sure your seat was no longer next to Bam’s as he didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable for a night he wouldn't be next to you for.

Speaking of Johnny, he made his way over to your table with Sarah next to him. You stood up and let Johnny wrap his arms around you. “Congratulations, Knox,” you say and rest your head against his chest while hugging him.

“Thank you for coming,” he said and kissed the top of your head when he pulled away.

You moved to hug Sarah, resting your chin on her shoulder. “You look so beautiful,” you say and she laughs.

“Thank you,” she says in her sweet, welcoming voice. You looked up and saw Bam next to Dunn. His eyes were on you while Dunn was talking to Steveo and for once, he looked like the odd one out. “So do you.”

You tore your eyes away from your ex and gave Sarah your (nearly) full attention. You wore a simple, ashy blue dress that fell just above your knees and your hair was down and wavy, a few pieces being pinned back. This was only your second wedding you’d been invited to, so you still weren’t quite sure how to dress for these occasions.

The night went on and Pontius, despite not being a close friend of yours (but still a friend, nonetheless), did a hell of a good job getting your mind off Bam. He joked on and off with you for hours, let you drink out of his champagne glass, gave you his bun from dinner he didn’t want and even asked you to dance with him.

Once Johnny and Sarah got their big couple dance over with, Chris stood up and extended his hand to you. You took it, more than grateful for his surprisingly gentle manners and stood up with him, letting him guide you over to where there was empty space. Johnny and Sarah were still dancing while Steveo took the hand of his date, Emily, and too, started to dance to the slow song.

You had noticed that Dunn was dancing with the girl that Bam walked down the aisle with. She seemed happier with the bubbly, more approachable guy and Dunn also seemed to be happy, too. Pontius wrapped his arms around your waist, while yours went around his neck, and he began to sway the two of you, moving at a much faster pace than those around you. You laughed at the scene he was making, hiding your face in his chest as the two of you danced a bit too fast to a slow song.

A few minutes passed and your head was still resting against Chris’ chest, your eyes closed as you let yourself feel content for the first time that night. Chris had actually begun to properly slow dance with you, his one hand on your waist while his other held yours. A few more seconds passed before Pontius stepped away from you. “I’ll be right back,” he said and you nodded, turning to look at the many couples still slow dancing together.

You hadn’t meant to, but you couldn’t help but notice that Bam was no longer sitting at his table. You actually didn’t know where he was.

Until you did.

You felt someone looking at you and when you turned to your left, that was when you saw him. He was standing a few feet away from you, his blazer off and tie loose. You kept your eyes on him as he slowly approached you. “Hi,”

The sound of his voice had you looking away from him. It was too soon.

“Can we talk?”

“Do we have to?” You were surprised at how strong you sounded despite feeling the stinging of tears behind your eyes.

“I guess not,” he said and stepped a bit closer to you. "Do you want to dance?”

The way he held his hand out to you made you bite the inside of your cheek, debating whether to take it or take off running. You weren’t a coward. At least not completely.

So, you took his hand. You let him wrap his arms around your waist and pull you completely against him, his nose burying into your hair. Your arms were around his neck, your fingers playing with each other where they met as your nerves got the better of you.

To anyone who didn’t know the pair of you would think that you two were 100% together, but it was the exact opposite.

Your eyes caught Johnny’s and he gives you a concerned look. You just smile at him before pushing your face into Bam’s neck. This would most likely be the last time you would ever be this close to him, and it was a better ending than the last one.

You would, eventually, be okay if this was the official end to what you and Bam had.

The thought that things ended with you sobbing and him being so cold was not the ending you wanted to remember. It was this one. Embracing each other at the wedding of a close friend to you both.

“I'm getting over you,” you tell him quietly and feel goosebumps spread on his skin. You expected him to be happy to hear that, if his words and actions from last month were anything to go by.

“Please, don't,” he said back and you pulled back slightly to look at him.

“What?”

“I don’t want you to,” he says and your brows furrow. “I don’t want you to get over me.”

This was not how this was supposed to go. You were supposed to just have this final moment with him to put your heart at ease. Why was he trying to hurt you again?

This wasn’t fair. “Why not?” You ask, a firmness to your words and you look down at the floor, keeping your hands on his shoulders.

“Because,” he said, his arms tightening around your waist. “I need you. I need you in my life.”

He brought his lips to the side of your head, close to your ear and you squeezed your eyes shut. Why was he doing this to you?

“I’m sorry. Take me back, please,” he nearly whimpered and if you weren’t completely confused, you’d have melted at his words. “I need you, baby, I’m sorry. I love you.”

Your breath hitched and you stepped away from him. He didn’t let you go far as his hands stayed glued to your waist. “Why are you doing this?”

He loved you?

No, he couldn’t. How could he love you now when you spent weeks apart at this point? Was he trying to hurt you even further? Embarrass you?

“You don't love me,” you say. “You broke up with me because you didn’t love me back. Please, stop. Don’t lie to me.”

When you stepped away from him completely, Bam started to panic. “I’m not lying, I swear,” he said.

With the newly created distance between the two of you, you were able to think a bit clearer. “Why are you telling me this now?” You ask after a few seconds.

“Because it’s true,” the way he said it, with such sincerity, had you almost believing him. Almost.

“It’s too late,” you say quietly, refusing to meet his eyes as you backed away from him. “You’re too late.”

“What?” He asked with a hint of horror to his tone.

“Why didn’t you tell me this weeks ago? I would’ve fallen to my knees for you a couple of weeks ago,” you hold back a dry sob. “Why are you telling me this now?”

“Because I’m an idiot,”

“Why make me suffer just because you’re an idiot?”

“I don’t know,” he said quietly and he was glad his back was to the crowd of people so no one, other than you, saw him being this vulnerable. “I’m so fucking sorry, just please. Let’s go back to how we were. Let’s go back to being us.”

Him repeating your words from a few weeks prior had your eyes stinging once more and you leaned over and grabbed your purse that was hanging off the back of your chair. “We can’t,” you simply whisper and turn around, making a beeline for the doors.

Bam watched as you left, a nearly unbearable sinking feeling in his chest. He felt a hand on his shoulder and he didn’t have to turn around to know who it was. “I’m sorry, buddy,” Knoxville's voice said from behind him. “It’s over. You have to let her go.”

His words weren’t harsh, they were just the harsh truth. And if Bam had ever been good at one thing, it was ignoring what those around him had to say. “No,” he said and began to walk in the direction you took off in. “It’s not.”

The venue for the wedding was a walking distance from where you lived, an eight minute walk to be exact. The wedding was pretty much over, but you still felt a bit bad for leaving early and without saying goodbye. You just couldn’t be in that room, with Bam, for any longer.

“Y/n,” you hear and stop dead in your tracks. You slowly turn around and see Bam. He was standing a few feet away, under the glow of the streetlight, and looked as broken as ever.

You turned back around and began to walk quicker. His footsteps were loud and fast, faster than yours, so without really thinking much, you took off running. You glance over your shoulder and see him running after you and the sight makes you pick up your speed, making an eight minute walk a three minute run.

You burst through your front door, letting it smack against the wall beside it and bolted into your room, slamming and locking the door behind you.

Since you had failed to lock the front door, or even close the stupid thing, Bam easily slipped through it and stood outside your bedroom door, his forehead resting against it. “Y/n,” he breathed out, a bit exhausted from his unexpected run. “Please, don’t do this.”

“I didn’t do anything,” you say back from behind the closed door. “You broke up with me.”

“I know, I know,” he sounded so desperate. “Fuck, I know, but please open the door. I love you.”

His words caused you to squeeze your eyes tightly. “I don’t believe you,”

“What can I do to make you believe me?” He asked and pressed his hand against the wood. “Tell me and I’ll do it. I’ll prove it, just, please.”

You’d never heard him sound so fucked up and broken during the nearly nine months you’ve known him. Maybe he was telling you the truth. Why else had he run after you? Why was he trying so hard now if he didn’t feel the same way you did?

Slowly, you reached up and turned the lock. Bam heard the click and knew you had unlocked it but he made no move to open the door and enter your room. Instead, he kept his head and hand pressed against it and waited for you to do something, anything, that showed him you wanted him again.

“This can’t be like last time,” you say quietly. “We have to talk like normal people do. I can’t go through this again, I won’t.”

“It’ll be different, I promise,” he said quickly. “I won’t ever hurt you again, I swear to you. Fuck, just please, take me back.”

You wait a few more minutes, most likely torturing the man outside your door, before turning the knob and opening the door. The second you came into view, Bam immediately wrapped his arms around you, his lips capturing yours in a desperate and heated kiss.

“I’m sorry,” he says in between kisses. “I’m such a fucking idiot. I’m so sorry.” Your hands gripped his shoulders, moving up to tug on his hair.

You felt like you were dreaming and if it weren’t for the burning feeling running through your bones, you were sure you were dreaming this.

You pulled away and gently placed your hand on his face. “I love you,” you say and knew that this time you said that to him, it would be a different outcome than last. He proved you right.

“I love you so fucking much,” he said before kissing you again, this time with no intention to stop.

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bloatedandalone04 · 2 years

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➪the one where you get invited to a jackass pool party.

Word count: 1.5k

Bam’s like 22-23 in this btw

The sun was unbearable today.

It was the day after Jackass: The Movie hit theatres and Johnny had invited the crew over for a pool party. Bam, your boyfriend of two years at that point, had invited you along with him.

The jackass guys didn’t mind at all as they all agreed that you kept Bam happy and content and he was less likely to mess with them when you were around. That proved to be very true as you had been there for just over two hours and Bam hadn’t tried to prank or piss off any of the crew at all. He seemed too content with you laying in between his legs on the lounger to care enough.

Your back was against his slightly wet chest, the cool water from the pool making goosebumps rise on your skin. Bam’s right hand held a cooler while his other one hung loosely over your shoulder, his fingertips tickling you every time he breathed out.

The sun was beating down on you and you could feel the burning on your thighs and shoulders. You had applied sunscreen about three times now yet it didn’t seem to be doing its job very well. Your bright red skin should be enough of a giveaway.

“You’re burning up, babe,” Bam’s voice said from behind you as you ran your fingers up and down his leg.

“‘M okay,” you replied. “It should cool down in a few hours.”

“You should go in the water,” he suggested but you shook your head. The sun was hot, but after dipping your feet in the freezing pool a couple hours ago, you decided that you would put up with the heat rather than freeze to death. “Too cold.”

Bam had already gone in and you weren’t quite sure how Steveo and Pontius are still in there. Dunn and Knoxville were sitting on the edge with their legs dipped in the water and Dave and Ehren were fake boxing on the grass. Preston had given up on the heat and decided to go indoors for the rest of the day and Wee Man followed to “keep Preston company”.

Bam brought his hand to grip your shoulder and he pressed into it, signalling his wanting to get up. You moved off him, your back and bikini bottoms damp from Bam’s black shorts. He placed his drink on the pavement beside the chair and stood up. You stood close to the pool, allowing the water from Steveo’s movements to splash onto your feet. Bam came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist tightly, his chin coming down to rest on your shoulder. “You should go in,” he repeated.

“No,” you say then laugh at the loud kisses he began to press to your neck. He turned you around in his arms and pressed a quick kiss to your lips before giving you his famous smirk. “What?” You asked but before you had time to realize what he was doing he had already pressed one final kiss to your jaw before pushing you backwards into the pool.

You screamed as soon as you felt yourself being pushed away from him and had little to no time to prepare yourself for the water before you were fully under it, landing a bit on Chris in the process. He had tried to catch you, you guess from his natural instincts, but failed and instead you ended up taking him under with you.

When you resurfaced you wiped the water from your face, proving to be ineffective due to your already wet hands, and looked up at the still smirking Bam. “I can’t believe you just did that,” you seethe and quickly apologize to Chris for landing on him. He dismisses you and goes back to splashing Steveo. Bam laughed and extended his hand to you. “No, fuck off.”

“I’m sorry, babe,” his laughter was uncontrollable and you glared at him. “Just take my hand.”

“I don’t trust you,”

“Just take it,”

You slowly approached him and reached up, letting his long fingers grab yours. He easily pulls you up and out of the water with one hand and goes to hug you but you move around him and push him. He falls back into the water, creating a big splash and the waves hit both Pontius and Steveo who are busy laughing their heads off at Bam’s possible back flop.

“Ow, fuck,” Bam says once he resurfaces.

“That’s what you get,” Ryan says as you grab your towel and wrap it around you, sticking your tongue out at Bam in the process.

“Shut up, Dunn,” he says before using both hands to send a big splash Ryan and Johnny’s way, getting them both soaked. Bam moves back over to where you were and climbs out of the water, taking the towel you pushed against his chest. “Thanks.”

“I’m mad at you,” you say and turn away from him.

“Don’t be like that,” he says and wraps his arms around your towel covered form. He gently pushes you into the direction of the lounger and away from the pool. “That really fucking hurt my back, by the way.” He groans, referring to the way his back smacked off the surface of the pool.

“Good,”

He ignores your word and instead presses a kiss to your wet shoulder, feeling the cold skin against his lips. “You can’t tell me that you don’t feel even a little bit better now you’ve cooled off,”

You rolled your eyes and let him sit you down on his lap once he sat down on the chair. “I would have preferred to have gone in slowly and not get my hair wet,” you mumbled. “I just washed it last night.”

“That was stupid of you,” he said. “I told you we were going to Knoxville’s today.”

You lightly smacked his shoulder at his words. “I wanted it to look nice,”

“Your hair always looks nice,” he says and grabs his drink from beside the chair. You adjust yourself on his lap so you’re more comfortable while he brings the drink to his lips, his arm tightening around your waist.

“Suck up,”

“Never,”

“Are you two going to fuck?” Pontius slightly yelled from his place in the pool. “No offence, Bam, but the way your girl was just all over me makes me think you’re not keeping up with your dues.”

“Fuck off, Pontius,” Bam says and you hide your face in his neck to stop the laugh that was threatening to leave your lips.

“Be nice,” you whisper in his ear and graze his lobe with your teeth. It was one of his turn ons and it was no surprise when he turned to look at you again before pressing his lips to yours. Your hand comes up to rest against the side of his face, bringing him closer to you. His hand still held his drink as you made out, a bit of the liquid spilling out and onto the pavement below you.

You had to remind yourself that there were six men nearby and quite possibly all of them were watching yours and Bam’s heated make out session. After a few more seconds you pull away and keep your hand on his face to keep him from connecting your lips again. “Come here,” he mumbles.

“We’ll continue this when we get home,”

“Or we can continue this now and prove dumbass over there wrong,” he says, obviously referring to Chris.

“Yes,” you say and turn around on his lip to properly straddle him, taking the cup from his hand and reaching behind you to set it down. You lean in and let your lips brush against his as you continue, “let’s just start passionately fucking in front of all of your friends then pretend it never happened tomorrow.”

“Fine by me,” he says and connects your lips once again, this time more roughly. You break away quicker this time, much to Bam’s disagreement, and grip his shoulders.

“So you don’t mind them seeing me completely naked?”

This makes Bam’s face turn serious. He looks over at Dunn and Knoxville who were smirking at the sight before them. “Aboslutely fucking not,”

“Hypocrite,” you say and allow him to lean back on the chair with you in his arms. “I’ve read your stunt ideas for a possible second jackass movie and showing your ass and dick is one of them. Millions of people will get to see you naked.”

“It’s just an idea, baby,” he mumbles. “I probably won’t even end up doing that one.”

“Mhmm,” you hum and lay your head on his chest, the heat from the sun seeping into the damp towel that was still somewhat around you and creating a warm feeling on your back. You sit in silence for a little bit, your fingers tracing the long tattoos on the sides of his body. “I wish everyday was like this.”

Bam didn’t answer you and instead pressed a kiss to the top of your head while watching his idiot friends mess around in the water.

He’d never admit it out loud, but he wouldn’t mind more days that involved doing absolutely nothing productive and instead spending the day with you in his arms. How could he ever want to do anything else when he could have the best thing in his life for the entire day instead?

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