CHAPTER ONE
Raab took a sip of some long island rum and sighed as he finished off the rest of his liquor. An all to familiar buzz ran up his spine and he walked through the sliding glass doors to find April humming gently while washing dishes and Phil reading the newspaper.
"Hey Ape, where is every one?" He handed her the glass.
"Bam and Dunn are still sleeping, I think Dicco is out running errands, that?s every one right? " He nodded.
"Nice." He spoke casually as he scaled the stairs and got a large bucket and filled it with ice-cold water. He snickered lightly as he pushed open Bam's half open door. "Sucka'." He whispered softly as he positioned the bucket over his head.
"Good Morning Sir Bam A Lot!!" Raab yelled as he poured the chilled water over Bam's head, and then dropped the bucket on Bam.
His entrancing blue eyes glared at Raab as the cold water was numbing his slightly tan skin. It dripped from his dark curly locks as he ripped the damp covers from his body, all sleep leaving him a he chased after Raab.
"I am gonna' kill you bitch!" Bam hollered as he chased after Raab, who was already out on the balcony, laughing at the soaked Bam.
The sliding glass door slammed open as Bam growled at Raab, his chest heaving.
"You are one dead fuck." He closed the door behind him. Raab watched Bam, his eyes dancing over his lean body. Little water drops rolled across his skin, some running in to a dark line of hair that ran from his navel and disappeared past his black and green pyjama pants along with the water drops.
"Ummmm....Shit." Raab took a run for the railings on the balcony and dove off, landing in the pool. The water surrounded him. His eyes peered around under the water, and saw Bam come in after him, the air pockets floating back up to the surface. Bam's middle finger pointed at him and Raab laughed under water, not the best idea because he lost all his air.
He surfaced and took a huge breath of air, his lungs welcoming it. Bam came up under him; his fist connecting with Raab's abdomen and Raab felt like puking, the rum in his system didn't like the abuse he was getting. " You win." Was all he managed to choke out while he swam over to the edge of the pool.
The water chilled him to the bone and Bam had to be even colder seeing as he only had a pair of flannel pants on. He pulled him self over the edge, water running from his soaked clothes. Raab looked up, and his eyes widened from the sight in front of him. It was Bam.
Soaking wet.
His flimsy pants were drenched and they clung to him in all his glory. The icy water making him stiff down below. Raab swallowed hard, he had seen Bam wet before, when they would go swimming, or when they played pranks on one another, but that was before. Before he started to fall for the half-witted Skater boy.
"Like what cha' see?" Bam's ever-cocky voice rang out, teasing him.
"You wish." Raab stood up, and shook off the dull throb in between his legs, he could lust after Bam, but Bam would never feel the same. He couldn't. At least that?s what he always believed.
"Taking a swim you two lovers?" Dunn rubbed the sleep from his eyes, his other hand running over his rough beard. "You know it!" Bam laughed as he tackled Raab into the pool, their wet bodies crashed into one another's. They came back up at the same time, taking in short quick breathes. Bam's fist slugged Raab's shoulder, not as hard as before, and spoke as he swam to the edge.
"Your it bitch!" He ran from the pool up the stairs, his somewhat famous laugh escaping him.
"Okay." Raab chuckled as he chased after Bam and Dunn. 'Let the fun begin.' Bam darted off to the shed while Dunn locked him self in a car.
"Haha!" Dunn yelled at Raab while laughing. Raab just laughed harder, He pulled down his pants and put ass up to the window. "Kiss it Random Hero!" Raab laughed as he ran off to the shed while pulling his wet pants up. Dunn pretending to gag in the window.
Raab opened the door and was pelted with something hard. It hit him right in the shoulder. "Fuck!" He grabbed his shoulder and looked at the item on the floor. "Oh shit." Raab looked up and saw Bam with his potato launcher.
"I told you ya were a dead fuck!" Another apple hit him, and Raab ran out before he was pelted a third time. He knew Bam was after him, his bear feet thudding behind him as he ran faster.
Raab heard Bam launch another apple, but it never hit him. Bam laughed as the apple hit some one else.
"Bam!!!! Wahdda' you doing you stupid idiot! Watcha' where the hell your going or I'll choke you!" Vito yelled, Bam must have hit him with the apple.
Raab smirked. He ran up to his room, he could change while Vito yelled at Bam-Bam.
He closed the door behind him and pulled off his green Adio shirt and dropped it on the floor. He shivered when a gust of wind flew in from the open window. He closed it quickly.
Raab grabbed a towel and dried his upper body off before draping the towel over his head, searching for another shirt. He grabbed a black spitfire and threw it on. He pulled off his wet jeans, boxers and socks.
Raab grabbed a black pair of boxers, threw them on and grabbed a pair of element jeans and some miss matched pair of socks. The door swung open and Bam stood there panting, Apple potato launcher in hand. "Got any last words? Raab himself?"
Raab swallowed hard. "uhhh....I love you?" Raab said trying to be a smart ass, knowing he meant what he said.
Bam looked perplexed for a minute, a glaze going over his eyes. "Uhhh...No! Wrong answer!!" Bam brought the potato launcher up and sat watching for a second. Raab watched him as well. This was strange; Raab said I love you, just to joke around but knowing he full well meant it. And Bam, there was something swimming around in his quiet blue eyes. "Really?" Bam said finally breaking the silence.
A deep blush went over Raab's cheeks. "Why?"
"Answer the question dumb ass and I wont fire."
"Yeah." Raab's voice was quiet, embarrassed.
"Good." Bam dropped the potato launcher and found his way to Raab. His blue eyes played over his face, a smirk gracing his lips as he got closer to Raab.
Bam's hand rested on Raab's hip and he squeezed gently. "I like you Chris." Raab felt Bam's hot breath on his face and his heart rate went up, pounding in his ears.
"Bam?" Raab was nervous; Bam had never touched him like this before.
"Shhh." Bam pressed his lips lightly to Raab's, moving them gently against his. His tongue brushed against Raab's lips, asking for entrance. Raab let him in a moment?s hesitation, moving his tongue with Bam's as well. Raab tasted something in Bam's mouth, was it...Peaches?
Raab was pushed roughly against his wall, Bam's hand going up his shirt and his finger were playing over is chest. His other hand held Raab's chin, pulling him closer. Raab couldn't help but moan out, Bam's movements were growing and that faint brush of his trimmed stubble against his chin felt real nice.
"Don't drink any more." Bam pulled away, licking his lips.
"Huh?" Raab cocked an eyebrow. Bam had kissed him and now was telling him to stop drinking.
"You taste bad." Bam ran his hand over his cheek.
"I'll try."
"Good." Bam gave Raab a chaste kiss and smirked.
Raab leaned in and gave Bam a chaste kiss this time and whispered in his ear," Your it." He laughed as he ran out of the room.
Bam leaned against the wall. It really happened, Raab felt something towards him. He smiled before going into his room to change.
He pulled off his pants and dried off. He swore he jumped 5 feet when his door swung open.
"Raab?" Bam turned around and stared dumb founded at Raab, who just stared.
"Sorry." He turned around, blushing heavily.
Bam walked and pulled Raab's back to his chest. "Don't be." He kissed Raab's neck, nipping lightly.
Raab turned to face Bam, the towel he had on was the only thing covering him. Raab couldn't help but run his hand down Bam's chest, kissing his lips lightly. "Your beautiful." Raab chuckled as he ran his hand through Bam's dark, damp hair.
Raab gasped when Bam brushed his shaft against him. "B-bam?" Raab felt Bam's hand go down his pants.
"I want you." Bam nipped Raab's lips before holding his length in his hand. Raab shuddered under the skater boy's touch.
To be continued...