The way he’d be a little quieter than normal when he’s feeling desperate for your attention, trying to get as close to you as possible and wanting for you to press soft kisses to his skin or play with his hair.
He’d have that glazed over look in his eyes, with his pupils all dilated and silently pleading for you to take care of him.
If he’s feeling really overwhelmed he’d get kinda teary and flushed from embarrassment, just needing you to hold him and whisper gentle praises to him for a little while to keep him grounded.
He’d be so precious I can’t even.
He loves when you slip a hand under his shirt to trace over his tattoos, trembling against you when you tease over the heartagram one along his torso.
‘Does that make you hard baby?’
You already know he’s a little brat, but I think there’d be occasions where he’s just so in that headspace and so soft when he’s with you.
He’d have times after a rough day where he feels like he’s slipping under on set, getting close to tears over little things. I think he’d need some time alone with you away from all the commotion to calm down a bit.
Although a lot of your relationship with Bam is kept private, most of the crew can tell when he’s feeling more ‘delicate’ than usual, as they put it. They don’t really mention it but they know to be a little gentler with him if he’s like that.
He gets kinda shy and flustered when you call him ‘honey’ or ‘baby.’ He’d never admit it to you but he loves it when you call him ‘Bambi.’
I think he’d enjoy being degraded and handled rough at times, but for him nothing compares to being softly praised and told he’s a ‘good boy.’
When he’s overstimulated or just feeling particularly overwhelmed, he’d just want to lay back against your chest while you coax him through an orgasm.
He’d burry his head into your neck, whimpering into your skin and bucking his hips up into your fist, unable to control himself. The quiet hitch in his breath when you rub at his tip.
‘You’re ok sweetheart. Shhh.’
He can’t get enough of you tugging and pulling at his hair. He’d let his head fall back from the mix of pain and pleasure while you suck dark bruises into his neck.
The sight of his skin littered in marks would just be… god.
Bam is such a pillow princess. I don’t make the rules. He’d lay there with his eyes glassy and his cheeks tinted pink, letting out soft whimpers and the occasional ‘please’ while he clutches onto your hand.
He goes quiet when you call him pretty, not wanting you to know how much it affects him.
Thigh grinding. I mean there’s no words. He’d have such a thing for getting himself so desperate and worked up to the point of needing to rut against you. He’d let his head lull forward onto your shoulder while he rolls his hips and moans all breathy.
The way he’d cry when he’s getting close, tears rolling down his cheeks and trembling at the feeling. You’d let your tongues roll together, biting at his bottom lip and letting him whine into your mouth.
‘You gonna cum honey?‘
The image of him trembling and shaking in your arms, choking on whimpers as he falls over the edge… bye. You’d whisper quiet praises to him and kiss at the tears on his cheeks, letting him come down from everything.
The sight of him all flushed and wrecked, the only sound being his little hiccups. I’m done.
‘Do you need some help tonight sweetheart?’ Want me and Dunn to make you feel good?’
Bam only whimpered in response, his cheeks burning up again from embarrassment over the whole thing. He felt stupid for wanting this. For wanting to be held and talked to all soft. It was pathetic.
Bam walked into the hotel room already looking on the verge of tears. His cheeks were flushed and his hands were hidden in the oversized sleeves of one of Johnny’s hoodies he found earlier.
He looked vulnerable. Delicate.
‘You alright doll?’ Johnny already knew the answer. The way Bam couldn’t meet his eyes and how shallow his breathing was from anxiety told him everything he needed to know.
He shot Dunn a look who was sat on the other bed watching some low rated movie, who only just took notice of Bam in the hallway.
It was going to be one of those nights.
Most of the time, Johnny and Dunn would make a game out of their little get togethers, which usually started with Bam refusing to admit what he wanted and ending with him crying on his knees begging them to cum.
But there were other times like tonight, where he felt fragile and all he wanted was to be held.
‘Come’re bam.’
He stood frozen. Something about today was making everything feel so much harder than the other nights he’d shown up at Knoxville’s hotel room like this.
He shifted his gaze to meet Ryan’s eyes, pleading with him to help somehow. He’d been humiliated on set all day and now he just wanted to make it all stop.
Dunn caught on immediately and set the beer he was sipping on aside, rising from his spot on the bed and walking over to where bam was stood.
‘You need it soft tonight Bambi?’ Dunn whispered. He hooked a finger under Bam’s chin and tilted his head up, thumb pulling at his bottom lip. ‘Hmm?’
They hadn’t even started and Bam already looked out of it.
‘Yes p-please.’ He said it so softly, voice cracking just barely above a whisper. Dunn laced their fingers together and led Bam over to where Johnny was now propped up against the headboard.
As soon as he took his arm and pulled him down to lay in his lap, he curled into Johnny’s side and clutched onto his shirt as the day came crashing down on him.
‘Shhhh hun. I know, I know. You’re ok.’ Johnny hushed, his voice a lot softer on nights like these, while he stroked his hair and wiped stray tears from his cheeks. He had to be so gentle when Bam was like this.
Dunn laid down beside them, softly rubbing at Bam’s back whilst having a silent conversation with Knoxville. It was always hard to watch Bam work himself up like this.
‘You’re gonna make yourself sick Bambi. Take some deep breaths for us ok.’ Ryan said slowly, still rubbing Bam’s back in an attempt to calm him slightly.
Eventually his sobs subsided into hiccups, but his breathing was still shaky and the trembling hadn’t stopped. Johnny pressed his knuckles against Bam’s cheeks, the cool feeling nice against his flushed skin.
‘Do you need some help tonight sweetheart?’ Want me and Dunn to make you feel good?’
Bam only whimpered in response, his cheeks burning up again from embarrassment over the whole thing. He felt stupid for wanting this. For wanting to be held and talked to all soft. It was pathetic.
‘You know i need to hear you say it Bam.’ Johnny pushed a few sweaty strands of hair away from his eyes. ‘It’s ok to want it sweetheart, i just need to hear it and then you don’t have to say a word for the rest of the night if you don’t want to.’
This part was always the hardest for Bam. Some nights he admitted it quicker than others, begging them to touch him the minute he walked through the door. But tonight Johnny knew they were going to have to be patient about it or Bam wouldn’t say it at all.
After a couple beats of silence and a few hiccups, a quiet ‘please’ was whispered into Knoxville’s chest.
‘Please what Bambi?’
Bam huffed out another shaky breath and scrunched his eyes shut. He felt like crying again.
‘Please t-touch me.’
Usually Johnny and Dunn would try and get Bam to be more specific, dragging out specific details about where Bam wanted to be touched and then working to tease him until he was desperate. But tonight wasn’t that night.
Bam had been unusually quiet the moment he walked in and the fresh tears in his eyes told Johnny that he was close to breaking down again.
‘Alright baby, shhh. I know. You did so good Bam. Just relax now ok hun.’ Knoxville shifted bam more into his lap, letting him lean back against his chest as Dunn moved to slide his jeans off.
‘Wanna keep Knox’s hoodie on bub?’ Bam only nodded, eyes heavy and wet from earlier.
Once he was down to his boxers, Dunn leant over to give Bam a gentle kiss, their lips moving lazily against each other as Bam let his tongue be guided into a soft rhythm.
Johnny took that as an opportunity to reach down and slowly start rubbing over Bam’s crotch, making him let out a whine into Ryan’s mouth.
‘That feel good sweetheart?’ Bam could only whimper in response, his hips bucking up into Johnny’s hand in an attempt to get more friction.
Dunn leant back, a string of saliva connecting them as he watched Bam’s face twist up in pleasure, soft little noises leaving his lips every so often.
It was such a stark difference from watching Bam out on set when he was doing dangerous stunts or skateboarding tricks. Only him and Johnny ever got to see this side of Bam, where he was so quiet and vulnerable and just needed to be taken care of. It was something special that only the three of them shared.
‘Please. Please. I-i need it… Please knox-‘
Bam begged, tears rolling down his face again out of frustration. They’d only just started and he already felt close.
‘Hey, hey, your ok hun. You’re getting yourself worked up again doll.’
Johnny moved his hand from where it was rubbing at Bam’s crotch up to his lips, drawing another whine from the boy before he slipped two fingers into Bam’s mouth.
His breathing started to slow as he let himself suck on Knox’s fingers, the weight on his tongue grounding him slightly.
Beside him, he felt Dunn pull at one of his arms and start stroking along his knuckles, taking note of the chipped polish on his nails.
‘You know you can always word out Bambi if it’s too much.’ Dunn offered carefully, just after Bam had begun to close his eyes.
Johnny felt him tense up in his hold.
‘N-no, no. Please. I’ll be good. I can be good. I’m s-sorry.’
Tears started to well again in Bam’s eyes as he let Johnny’s fingers fall from his mouth, panic setting in at the thought of not cumming tonight.
‘Shhh, there’s nothing to be sorry for baby. It’s ok. You’re being such a good boy for us.’ Johnny wiped at Bam’s tears as he spoke. ‘I just want you to breathe a little bit for me, yeah? You’re trembling again bub.’
Johnny hadn’t seen Bam like this since one of the first times he’d asked him to be taken care of.
They’d been fooling around together for a while after they first met, giving each other quickies in the bathrooms on set or making out down the hallway of Steve-O’s cheap apartment.
Knoxville had always naturally taken charge. Whether it was by caging Bam up against a wall and shoving his thigh between his legs, or whispering praise into his ear and then watching him blush and get all shy.
But Bam never let it go any further than that.
He still tried to make out like he was tough and in control of the situation, even after Johnny had just made him cum in his pants and called him a good boy only meters away from the crew.
All that changed though halfway through shooting the Jackass series, when after a particularly long day of stunts, Bam had shown up at Knoxville’s hotel room that night already in hysterics.
Sure, Johnny had seen Bam get kinda teary-eyed if he edged him for long enough, or if he didn’t let him cum when they were in the middle of shooting. But nothing like this.
He’d collapsed into Knoxville’s arms, clinging to him like a lifeline and shaking from the sobs racking through his body as his legs buckled. He looked so small and vulnerable that night it was heartbreaking to watch.
‘P-please Knox. I didn’t know where else to go. I can be g-good.’ Bam had choked out.
Johnny only shushed him and rocked him slightly in his hold, trying to comfort him as much as possible. ‘It’s ok. You’re ok hun. I’m here.’
After that night, he figured out pretty quick that when Bam was like that, he didn’t want all the teasing and mocking that normally got him off, he just wanted to be held and softly coaxed through an orgasm to the sound of reassurance.
It stayed the two of them for a while sharing this ‘thing’ they had going, until Ryan happened to be there one afternoon when Bam stumbled into Knoxville’s hotel similar to the first time.
It had kind of shocked him at first, watching Bam become so placid in Knoxville’s arms and hearing the noises that fell from his lips while he shivered at the praises he received. But Bam had trusted him to be there and soon it became almost routine for the three of them to see each other after a long day of shooting.
And that was where they found themselves again tonight.
Dunn slipped a hand under the waistband of Bam’s boxers after a few minutes of silence, freeing his cock and loosely wrapping his fist around him.
Bam shuddered at the touch, head lulling back onto Johnny’s shoulder as he whimpered into his neck at the feeling of some much needed relief.
‘You have such a pretty cock baby.’ Knoxville whispered, his lips brushing up against Bam’s ear. ‘I bet it feels so good doesn’t it sweetheart?’
Bam only hummed in response, trying to buck his hips up into Dunn’s hand as he kept a steady pace, stroking up and down and thumbing at the tip. He was already embarrassingly close and Jonny’s hold was keeping him from squirming around too much. It was like torture.
Bam chocked out a sob of frustration, too pent to keep meeting Ryan’s strokes and just wanting to cum.
‘Shhh. You’re ok bub.’ Knoxville hushed, sensing that he was starting to get overwhelmed. ‘I think you’re getting a little tired now honey? Yeah? You wanna cum?’ He asked while tracing his fingers over Bam’s heartagram tattoo.
‘Please.’
That was all the response he needed before tangling his hand into Bam’s curls and tugging softly, watching his mouth part open from the pressure and a bead of pre cum drip from his tip.
‘Can you look at me Bambi.’ He blinked up at Ryan, eyes glazed over and unfocused. ‘Good boy.’
Johnny used his grip to tilt Bam’s head down slightly.
‘Spit baby.’
And he did, some of it trailing down his chin which Dunn ran his thumb over before lightly prodding at his bottom lip, letting Bam suck for a moment.
The image was sinful. His hair was sticking to his face, his cheeks were all rosy and his eyes glistened with tears as he let out a couple hiccups. He looked so young it made Dunn think about all the times he probably needed this and couldn’t ask for it.
A comfortable silence fell over them before Ryan pulled his thumb from Bam’s mouth, making a small pop sound. Bam whined at the loss, protests catching in his throat as Knoxville moved his hand to start gently stroking at his cock.
The noise of his own spit and pre cum filling the room made Bam screw his eyes shut and try swallow his whimpers out of embarrassment. Johnny could feel his face heat up against his neck.
‘Does that make you hard honey? Cmon let me hear those pretty noises.’
Bam chocked out a soft moan at that.
‘That’s it baby.‘
After a few more strokes he could feel himself getting close. That tingly sensation was rising under his skin and he started to tremble in Knoxville’s hold again.
Dunn could hear it in the way Bam’s breathing quickened and how the quiet sounds falling from his lips became more intense. He leant back a touch, relaxing into the pillows like he always did at this point in the night, just leaving his hand to slowly rub over Bam’s thigh.
‘Knox p-please, i-i need-‘
Johnny only hushed him. ‘I know bub, I know. Just let it happen.’
He heard Bam’s breath hitch in the back of his throat.
‘You gonna cum for me sweetheart?’
And that was all it took.
Knoxville could only hold him as he milked Bam through his orgasm, watching him shake and dribble cum over his fingers and onto his own torso.
After a few more strokes, Bam’s moans soon turned into whimpers of pain. The feeling of dried cum was making him squirm and words still felt heavy on his tongue.
‘Shhh doll, you’re ok.’ Johnny said, pulling Bam’s hands down from rubbing at his eyes, not wanting them to get anymore irritated.
Dunn then left the two on the bed to go grab a glass of water and warm wash cloth from the bathroom, knowing Bam would probably be too exhausted for a bath tonight.
After setting the glass down, he climbed back onto the bed with the wash cloth and one of Johnny’s shirts for afterwards.
‘Can you sit up for me Bambi, just for a second hun.’ Ryan held his hand out and pulled him forward slightly, letting Knoxville move to help lift the hoodie he was still wearing over his head.
He then took the cloth and gently ran it over Bam’s skin, wiping away the dried tears and cum while Johnny kissed along his shoulders. Bam let his eyes flutter shut at the feeling, melting back against his hold and drifting in and out of consciousness.
After helping slip one of his old shirts back over Bam, Johnny leant over to grab the glass of water off the nightstand and held it up to his lips. Bam rested his hand on Knoxville’s arm to keep try balanced and took a couple generous sips before coughing it up slightly, his breathing still harsh and uneven.
‘Easy Bam,’ Johnny pulled the glass away, rubbing over his back. ‘Just small sips bub.’ He pressed the glass back to his lips and watched him drink a little slower this time. ‘Good boy.’
They sat like that for a couple minutes, just letting Bam come down from everything and offering gentle touches here and there.
‘I’m sorry I came over like that…’ Bam whispered into the room, the haziness starting to fade. ‘I feel stupid now.’
‘Hey none of that.’ Johnny softened his voice and used a hand to tilt Bam’s head up. ‘You’re allowed to need this hun, we’ll always give it to you.’
They’d had this conversation almost a hundred times before, and Bam still found it hard to accept that they wanted this just as much as he did.
‘You know that right Bambi?’ Dunn added, settling back against the pillows and watching Bam just nod and turn his head back into Knoxville’s shoulder.
He let himself be lulled to sleep by the sound of the tv still playing and fingers running through his hair.
