urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blood_andcoffee blood_andcoffee blood_andcoffee 2007-01-11T19:30:18Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blood_andcoffee:739 2007-01-10T03:02:54Z 2007-01-11T19:30:18Z Title: <b>Let The Idiot Speak</b><br />Author: <span class='ljuser ljuser-name_bloodlilly02' lj:user='bloodlilly02' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://bloodlilly02.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://bloodlilly02.livejournal.com/'><b>bloodlilly02</b></a></span> and <span class='ljuser ljuser-name_coffeewordangel' lj:user='coffeewordangel' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://coffeewordangel.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://coffeewordangel.livejournal.com/'><b>coffeewordangel</b></a></span><br />Pairing: Bam/Ryan, Johnny/Ryan<br />Disclaimer: Fake.<br />A/N: cleaned up version of one of our tigs.<br /><br /><br /><a name="cutid1"></a>"I said I was sorry!" Johnny stood with his hands on his hips, looming over a sneezing, miserable Ryan. It had been one day since the 'Snake River BMX' stunt, and Ryan was sick in bed, cursing his boyfriend. <br /><br />"You leaned to the left," Ryan snuffled. "If you hadn't leaned to the left, I might have made it." <br /><br />Johnny scoffed. "Yeah, right! You made it half way the first time, but no one really believed you'd actually make it." He sighed, sinking down on the edge of the bed and massaging Ryan's shoulders. "Hey, you want me to call room service and ask for some chicken soup?" <br /><br />"No," Ryan grumbled. "No soup. I'm not that sick." <br /><br />"Then why are you laying here all covered up like a baby?" <br /><br />Ryan pushed him away. He glared, throwing the covers off. "I'm not a baby. I just felt like taking it easy since I've got a head cold and all the tubes in my head are clogged up. But I guess if you think I'm bein' a baby, I should go do push ups outside in the 40 degree weather." <br /><br />Just then, Bam burst into the room. "Oh, you'll never guess what just happened!" <br /><br />Johnny's eyes narrowed slightly. He'd always slightly resented Bam for the power he held over Ryan. Sure, they were best friends, but that didn't mean Ryan had to do everything he said, come whenever he called. <br /><br />Bam was dragging a protesting Ryan toward the door. "Ya gotta come see! Seriously! Dico just did this awesome backflip and there's this huge hole in the wall! And we're planning on spitting on people from the fifth floor landing. C'mon!" <br /><br />"Ryan's sick," Johnny stated, putting a protective arm around Ryan's shoulders. "He should rest or we'll never get anymore stunts out of him this week." <br /><br />"It's right down the hall!" Bam insisted. "You don't even have to come spit with us, just come and look at the hole!" <br /><br />Ryan blinked at Bam for a second and then at Johnny. His head hurt entirely too much to deal with this right now. Fuck them both for not leaving him to sleep in peace. <br /><br />"I'll come see the hole if afterwards you let me come back here and sleep. With no interruptions or your version of waking," Ryan bargained. <br /><br />Bam nodded. "Fine. Yeah. Whatever. Just come see it!" <br /><br />Ryan held out. "You promise?" <br /><br />"Yes! I promise! For fuck's sake come on!" Bam tugged insistently at his arm. <br /><br />Ryan let himself be led out the door and down the hallway but didn't do much to help the progress. <br /><br />"It's a hole, Bam. It'll still be there when we get there," Ryan told him condescendingly. <br /><br />"Yeah, but it's enormous! Jeff's gonna be so pissed about it. Wonder if he'll take it out of Bran's pay." <br /><br />Johnny followed the two, eyes lowering as Bam's hand slipped from Ryan's elbow to his hand. Bam was holding hands. With his boyfriend. He clenched his hands into fists to keep from yanking Ryan back to walk with him. <br /><br /><center>****</center><br /><br />The hole was big. And looked like it was going to be expensive to fix. <br /><br />"Holy shit!" Johnny exclaimed, sticking his head halfway through the wall. "Must have been some back flip." <br /><br />"Well, a back flip off the bed," Brandon grinned. "D'you think they'll notice?" <br /><br />"Oh, no," Ryan replied. "Put a plant in front of it, it'll disappear." <br /><br />Just then, Jeff walked into the room, sunglasses on despite the fact that he was inside (and it wasn't even bright outside). "Got the dailies from yesterday if anyone wants to check 'em out."<br /> <br />"Isn't the purpose of dailies to, ya know, be watched on the day you shot them?" Johnny asked, leaning against the wall to block Jeff's view. <br /><br />Jeff shrugged. "Well yeah, but I had to deal with the police, then I crashed. So you wanna watch them or not?" <br /><br />"Yeah!" Ryan bounced on the balls of his feet, and Johnny rolled his eyes. He just wanted another excuse to point out how it was Johnny's fault. <br /><br />"Good, let's go." When Jeff left the room, they let out a collective sigh. Crisis averted. For now. <br /><br /><center>****</center><br /><br />"That bike is so shitty!" Bam laughed. <br /><br />"Try riding it into a big pile of water-covered rocks," Ryan griped. <br /><br />Bam slid a look over at Ryan who was still sniffling and sneezing. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair and quickly looked back at the screen. <br /><br />For some reason it was bothering him more than usual that Johnny found little ways around showing his and Ryan's relationship on-screen. Although, if he were honest with himself, he'd admit that it had nothing to do with on-screen anything and more to do with the relationship itself. <br /><br />Every time Johnny touched Ryan he wanted to drag Ryan away and sometimes he wanted to knock Johnny out. It was ridiculous. There was no reason for it. None. <br /><br />On-screen Ryan was complaining about Johnny's bearings. He looked adorable all soaked and shivering. The cold made his cheeks more flushed and his wet curls clung to his skin. And this line of thinking was dangerous and futile. <br /><br />Bam pursed his lips and vowed to pay stricter attention to the film. <br /><br />Johnny laughed a little too loudly when Ryan glared and called Bam an idiot for asking if he was cold. He ignored Ryan's strange look, talking to Jeff about the exposure. <br /><br />"No, seriously. Are you really cold?" On-screen Bam asked. "I could go get an extra blanket." <br /><br />Johnny's head snapped toward the screen. He hadn't seen this before. He had been too busy talking with Jeff and the cop. Ryan and Bam were sitting on the ground by the fence, and Bam had his arm wrapped around Ryan's shoulders, rubbing his arms rapidly. <br /><br />"No, I'm good," on-screen Ryan replied. <br /><br />"K." <br /><br />Why hadn't he noticed?!? When on-screen Johnny turned around, Bam had been standing up, fiddling with the camera. Then Ryan had started acting pissy, whining about 'leaning to the left' and 'such a dumb idea'. Had he been acting pissy because Johnny had come back, ruining any chance for more Bam cuddles? <br /><br />He glanced at Ryan, who was sitting between him and Bam. And speaking of Bam, he looked uncomfortable and vaguely guilty. Hmm... <br /><br />Bam blanched slightly when the scene continued with him rubbing Ryan to warm him up and then immediately blushed. He hadn't realized the camera was still on them at that point, although he should have known. It was just that recently, when he was around Ryan, he forgot about the little details around him and focused instead on the way Ryan's lips moved when he talked. <br /><br />He forced himself not to look over at Johnny even though he could feel the other man sizing him up. It wasn't that he was moving in on Ryan, not really, or at least not in any overt way. It was just that Ryan had been his friend for way longer than either of them had even known Johnny.<br /> <br />It was also that he kept wishing he'd realized how he felt about Ryan a little bit sooner, before Johnny had entered the picture. But he hadn't. And done was done. And it didn't matter how insanely jealous he was every time Johnny touched Ryan; he didn't have the right to do anything about it. <br /><br />"Hey, are you alright?" Ryan asked. <br /><br />His breath caressed Bam's cheek and Bam clenched his jaw to stave off a shiver. <br /><br />"Fine," Bam replied tersely, drawing his knees up to his chest. <br /><br />"Okay," Ryan replied, unconvinced. <br /><br />Johnny grabbed his hand, not being too discreet about it. He was staring at the screen with a troubled look on his face. <br /><br />When Ryan doubled over as a coughing fit seized him, both Bam and Johnny put a hand on his back, but Bam took his away almost immediately. <br /><br />Jeff stopped the tape. "I think we should cut it after Ryan calls Bam an idiot." <br /><br />"Good call," Johnny said hurriedly. <br /><br />"Sounds good," Bam replied. "Anyone wanna go down to the bar?" <br /><br />Ryan stood up and stretched. "Sure." <br /><br />"Cool." <br /><br />Ryan started to follow Bam out of the room, but Johnny grabbed him by the arm. "Wait for me. I gotta go over some stuff with Tremaine." <br /><br />"We'll be down at the bar! Not like we're going far or anything," Bam replied. <br /><br />Johnny glared at him. "I was talking to Ryan." <br /><br />Ryan looked from one to the other. Bam looked confused and agitated, and Johnny looked pissed off. "We'll catch up with you in a bit, Bam." <br /><br />Bam scoffed. "Whatever." <br /><br />Ryan sat back down in his chair, blowing his nose on a kleenex. What was up with everyone today?