Title: One Year
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Dugera (Ryan Dunn and Bam Margera)
Summary: It's Bam and Ryan's one year anniversary, and Bam's plan go off perfectly.
Warnings: Sex, fluff, young love, general Dugera cuteness
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story. I do not know any of the famous people I write about and will never claim to. I'm just a fan and this is just my story.
Finally! After four weeks of hinting my parents finally decided to take a trip to Atlantic City leaving me home alone for the entire weekend. Jess ran off to stay at Deron’s house seconds after Phil and Ape had turned down the street. No one had even guessed that I had orchestrated the entire thing specifically for this weekend. It had been exactly one year since I started dating Ryan, and I had been planning this night for months. The roses were set up in a vase, the food had been ordered, and my favorite HIM CD was playing in the background. I was almost giddy with excitement. Ryan was the only person in the world who could have made me feel like a little school girl.
Ding dong.
I slid to
the door in my black Element socks flinging it open.
“Raab?”
I looked over my friend in complete confusion, he was grinning goofily with a bottle of Jack in his hand.
“Dude, what the fuck are you doing here?”
“Hangin out with you, Bam baby!”
“Not tonight, Raab! I told you that I had plans twice already!”
My best friend made a move to slip into the house, but I blocked him. I peeked at the clock noticing Ryan was supposed to arrive in five minutes. We were both good friends with Raab, but tonight was supposed to be about me and my boyfriend. Ryan had constantly insisted that we wait to become intimate, wait until our one year anniversary, or wait until we were older. He always had an excuse and honestly, I was starting to worry.
“Bam, common, my mom kicked me out again!”
“No! Not tonight! Go hang at Dico’s or Novak’s! I need MY house to MYSELF tonight!”
Raab gave me a pout and flipped the bird before turning around. His car pulled away just as Ryan’s came up the street. I ran around frantically for a second making sure everything was perfect before opening the door.
“Hey, baby!”
I grinned at Ryan giving him a soft, sweet kiss closing the door and locking it.
“Everything is all set up. Tonight is going to be perfect!”
I was practically bouncing with excitement
“Have you been drinking coffee again?”
Ryan giggled and I delivered a gentle, but firm punch to his arm.
“I’m trying to be romantic, asshole. Be nice.”
The door bell rung in the background and I flung the door open yet again almost snapping at the delivery man. I slid the man a twenty and snatched up the Italian pasta dish slamming the door closed again. Strong, stable arms wrapped around my waist, squeezing for a moment. He followed me to the dining room where we both sat down opposite of each other. There was little chatter as we both ate happily. I was lost in my thoughts of everything I had planned for tonight, and Ryan seemed to be too consumed with enjoying the meal. My eyes traveled over him after every bite. I simply could not look away. His golden hair fell over those mysterious eyes making him seem even more beautiful than usual. Ryan’s eyes had made me gasp the first time I had truly looked into them; they changed colors depending in the light. Sometimes they were a light faded green, other times they were emerald, but sometimes they bordered on a blue-gray. I had been mystified instantly unable to look away. Today Ryan’s eyes were emerald orbs peering nervously into my bright baby blues.
“What’s wrong, Bam?”
“Nothin.”
“You keep staring at me.”
“I like to stare at beautiful things.”
An adorable blush spread over his Irish cheeks making me giggle softly.
“I’m not beautiful”
“Well I think you are.”
He smiled and flung a piece of bread at me. We giggled in unison, and finished eating. Unceremoniously I dumped the plates in the sink to wash later. His hands naturally came to rest on my hips pulling my body into his. I smiled turning in his arms to hug him sliding my arms around his neck.
“What do you have planned, BamBam? I can see that look in your eyes. You’re up to something.”
“I’m not up to anything!”
Ryan landed a firm swat to my ass making me let out a surprised squeak. Every time he knew I was lying he would deliver a hard swat directly to the center of my cheeks. It stung but I was more concerned with keeping his hands there. I would love for him to swat me a million times if only his hand would stay on my ass to touch or feel or squeeze.
“Don’t lie to me.”
“I want you, Ryan. Please! I’ve waited long enough!”
He let out a heavy sigh resting his hands on my small, perky ass. He squeezed harshly making me lift up.
“Are you sure that you’re ready? I don’t want to take you too far, too fast.”
“Ryannnn”, I practically whined grinding my lower body against his.
He gave a sigh of defeat patting my ass once before leaning down to give me a deep kiss.
“You win, Bam, but not here. Let’s go upstairs.”
I lead the way up to my bedroom pausing only to open the door. When it swung open I found myself instantly pushed down onto the black sheets. Ryan’s hard body came down to cover mine. We embraced in a kiss that was like nothing I had ever experienced. Our tongues clashed instantly making both of us moan in pure delight.
“Undress me, Ryan. Please, I need to feel you inside of me!”
My voice came out as a beg and he complied instantly pulling my belt from the loops and tossing it to the floor. My shirt ripped slightly as he tore at it, but right now I could care less. His fingers found the button of my jeans slowly pulling them off. A grin spread over my lips when he found I hadn’t worn any underwear. He stripped off his clothing immediately tossing them away as well. I reached over to my nightstand grabbing the bottle of lube I had left waiting there.
“Just go slow and everything will be okay, Ry.”
His lips met mine as I coated three of his fingers in the sticky strawberry flavored goop. A hiss escaped my lips as his finger rimmed my virgin entrance. He spread the lube before slowly pressing his finger into me. I squirmed in discomfort whimpering gently. His lips captured mine for a moment and our eyes met. He squeezed a second finger into me slowly pushing and prodding. I moaned loudly when the third finger pushed in lifting up off the bed.
"Fucckkk!”
His fingers seemed to be searching for something and he found it, my prostate. I yelped loudly lifting up as far as I could.
“You like that, baby?"
“Oh god! Right there!”
I couldn’t even string proper sentences together as my hand balled into tight fists. He shoved his finger even harder into that exact spot. If I thought my dick was hard before, it was nothing compared to this. I was leaking precum all over the bed and it felt as if I would explode at any second. His fingers pumped stretching me, but I couldn’t even feel the burning pain.
“I’m gonna cum!”
The second the sentence left my lips his fingers left my entrance. He pulled away for a moment and I felt as if I was going to cry with pent up need.
“Ryan, please!”
“Hush”, he whispered pressing his lips to my ear.
His fingers wrapped their way around my cock squeezing tightly at the base. My body begged to cum but it was being choked by his strong fingers. Every thought of cumming was pushed out of my brain when I felt the head of his dick enter my tight hole.
“Holy fuck!”
“Relax, baby, or I could hurt you.”
His pushing was slow but forceful entering me with power and passion. My whimpers of discomfort were met with his animalistic groans of pleasure. It felt as if his thick, long cock was splitting me in half, but I didn’t want it to ever stop. After a few minutes of groaning, moaning and pushing, I finally felt his coarse pubic hair against my bare skin. He stood over me panting and moaning for a couple minutes before he slowly began to fuck me. His thrusts were shallow and gentle at first. Then I started to moan. The pain was gone and pleasure was over whelming every inch of my body.
“Harder! Faster! PLEASE!”
He complied and started pummeling me; fucking me with all the power contained in his large, muscular body. I wrapped my arms and legs around him pulling him to me as his hips pistoned punching at my pelvic bone. I cried out when he released his tight grip on my cock. His hands traveled to my hips holding me so tight I knew there would be bruises tomorrow.
“I’m gonna cum! Ry, I’m gonna cum!”
Our lips mashed together with such force I tasted blood. I didn’t think it was possible but Ryan started fucking me harder. Our screams mixed together echoing across the walls as we came simultaneously. I had never came harder shooting spurt after spurt over both of our stomachs. Ryan emptied himself into my body moaning happily.
“BAM!”
“RYAN!”
He collapsed on top of me rolling to the side instantly thinking of my smaller stature. We lay there panting both trying to catch our breaths. My heart rate was sky rocketing and I saw white. Ryan recovered first and turned slightly to kiss me. We were both covered in sweat and cum, but right now neither of us cared. I could barely keep my eyes open as I curled into his body pulling up a sheet.
“I love you, Ryan.”
“And I love you, Bam.”
We fell asleep just like that exhausted and sedated.
The Next Day
I woke up to a strange soreness in my ass. A groan escaped my lips when I sat up very slowly. The scent of bacon assaulted my nose making my stomach growl angrily.
“I made breakfast”, a familiar voice came from beside me.
My eyes opened blinking a few times from the blinding sunlight that was flooding through the open curtains. I sighed happily when he got the hint and closed the curtains for me. He nibbled at a piece of toast offering one to me. We ate happily grinning like Cheshire cats.
“I have a present for you.”
“Last night was enough of a present, Ry.”
He placed a small black box in my hand. Slowly I opened it to find a silver heartagram necklace. A gasp found its way out of my slightly parted lips. It had quickly become my favorite symbol, and Ryan must have gone out of his way to find a necklace with this unpopular symbol.
“Do you like it”, he questioned nervously studying my face.
“No, Ryan. I love it. Thank you so much!”
I fastened the necklace around my neck tracing the cool metal with my fingers. My eyes met his for a moment, and we both reached for each other. The moment would have been so romantic if the plates of breakfast hadn’t been knocked to the floor in our mad dash.
“Oops!”
We both giggled loudly deciding to clean it up later. I fit perfectly into his arms making myself comfortable against his strong body. We lay there comfortably for a moment until the door downstairs slammed closed. I think I may have jump 6 feet in the air. Jesse’s heavy footsteps could be heard slowly climbing the staircase. His boots clomped on the stairs and neither of us could hold in our breaths of relief. For a moment I thought my parents were home early.
“You up, Bam”, Jess called through the door.
“Yeah. Be out in a minute.”
The door handle turned and I yelled for him to go away. But my big brother being the ass he is didn’t listen and swung the door open wide. I gasped loudly grabbing for sheets to cover my still naked body while Ryan tried to hide under my comforter.
“Damnit, Jess!”
“Hey, lil br—who’s under the sheet?”
“N-n-no one?”
“Bullshit!”
Before I could stop him Jesse had ripped the comforter off of Ryan who was only wearing a pair of boxers. My brother stared from me to my best friend in confusion for a moment. I stumbled for logical words to explain the situation, but none came to mind.
“Well it’s about fucking time!”
“What?!”
“You two have been making eyes at each other since the day you met! Deron and I had a bet going. I bet a year, looks like I won!”
“Wait a fucking second! What?”
Ryan’s eyes met mine and we could only laugh at the situation. Jess had known all along, and he was cool with it.
“Well I just came home to grab some more clothes. I guess I’ll give you two the house back so you can keep on doing whatever the hell you were doing.”
I noticed a blush on Jess’s cheeks as he close the door. I curled back into Ryan bursting into a fit of laughter.
“I can’t believe that just happened”, Ryan said apparently still trying to process what had just occurred.
“He’s never gonna let us live this one down.”
“NO I’M NOT”, Jess yelled from down the hall.
I buried my face back into Ryan’s chest when I heard Jess’s boot clomp back down the stairs and out the front door. He smelled perfect.
“I wanna do it again”, I whispered into him.
“So soon? Bam, you have to be pretty sore.”
“Please, Ryan!”
His eyes were a deep emerald as they searched mine. After a couple minutes of silence he leaned down and kissed me nodding his agreement. This time Ryan went much slower giving me time to adjust and relax in his arms. It was a completely different kind of sex. The passion and love in Ryan’s every movement almost overwhelmed me. He looked slightly saddened when I called it sex; he instantly corrected me.
“We made love, BamBam. That wasn’t meaningless sex.”
I smiled hugely at him and nodded. Suddenly I was so tired and I could tell from one look in his eyes that he was exhausted too.
“Sleep?”
“Definitely.”
I curled into Ryan’s open arms as tightly as possible. Our fingers and legs naturally intertwined. As dreams began to take hold I wondered what I would do when our next anniversary came around.
