Brad goes as a ninja. He wears black jeans and a tight black shirt and tells Ray to fuck off when he protests that it's a poor costume. Most of the people here aren't even dressed up, so Brad and Nate are ahead of the game. Not everyone is like Ray and willing to parade around a house in a flaming red leotard and a felt devil's tail.
But it is Ray's party, and he loves Halloween and he has negative shame, so Brad just tries to ignore the outline of his cock and the taste of Ray's Nearly-Patented Halloween Punch (the secret, Ray tells him, is a lot red food colouring).
Ray shakes his maracas and his hips at Brad. "Where's your girl?"
Brad looks over Ray's shoulder. "I dunno. She's not on a leash."
Ray grins. "That would have been an amazing costume. Can you imag-"
Brad holds up a hand. "Stop. Right now. For the millionth time, my girlfriend is off-limits."
"Your mouth says no, but my imagination says-"
"Do you want to swallow one of those maracas?"
Ray pouts. "No, sir."
"Good. Now go get me a refill." Brad hands off his glass and Ray shakes away. Brad doesn't wait around for another glass of red Listerine. He's already a bit unsteady when he gets out of the chair and makes his way to the basement staircase.
The party is noisier upstairs than downstairs, music coursing through the kitchen and around the living room, loud enough that every step Brad takes is louder. It's warmer too, Rudy making falafel in the kitchen for more girls than should ever be in Ray's house. Brad pauses to say hello on the way past and gets a pita wrapped in a napkin for his trouble.
"It should counteract Ray's punch," Rudy says. One of the girls giggles.
"I hope you're right," Brad says. He can feel the punch in his knees.
He continues on through a body-crowded hallway to the back door, where he knows Nate is. Nate always ends up out there when the party gets crowded.
He elbows the broken door open and heads out to the night where Nate is leaning on the railing, his waistcoat tight on his back, his trousers low on his hips. He leans next to Nate, unwrapping his pita.
"Ray needs to learn to manage his cock," Brad says, taking a bite of his pita. It's warm and spicy. It's ridiculous that Rudy brings falafel mix to parties, but it's delicious.
"Tonight, or all the time?" Nate asks, clasping his hands in front of him. His hair is slicked back, smelling faintly of pine and mint.
Brad says, "Duh," around a mouthful and Nate grins. He takes the pita from Brad and takes a bite, looking out over Ray's backyard. The grass is too long.
Brad wipes his fingers on his jeans and turns so he can see Nate's bent profile. His suit doesn't fit quite right, but that's what they get for going to Goodwill the day before Halloween. Nate's curves don't help things.
He tugs down the back of the waistcoat, rubbing the fabric between his fingers. It feels like it used to be silky, before someone wore it and kept it in a closet and gave it away. Underneath the fabric Brad can feel the hard smooth plane of Nate's spine.
"Have you ever worn a three-piece suit before?"
Nate shakes his head. "No. Just the two."
"Of course you wait until you get breasts to wear a waistcoat."
Nate's mouth does something tricky, pleased and displeased. He sets the pita down on the railing and straightens his spine and the waistcoat so Brad's hand falls away. Brad puts his hand back, in the curve of Nate's waist. He's allowed now so he tries to do it when the moment is open.
"You look good," he says as Nate turns a little, so he can look at Brad. The suit and the hair really accentuate that attractive, can't-quite-place-it feeling Nate exudes, the sensation of knowing-but-maybe-not.
Brad feels lucky to know.
He presses his hand down a little into the curve of Nate. "How does it feel?"
Nate plucks at his shirt bunched in the top of the waistcoat, caught between his chest and the fabric and Brad's fingers get a little itchy, remembering doing the fine white buttons up on his shirt, covering his bra, watching Nate getting ready to pretend to be something he's not anymore.
Nate's mouth goes pleased-sad at the look in Brad's eyes and the question. He undoes the top button to let the moonlight down his shirt.
::claps:: Of COURSE Brad goes as a ninja. Ray may think he should've been a ballerina, but life's disappointing like that.
But it is Ray's party, and he loves Halloween and he has negative shame
Love that phrase! Negative shame, ha!
Nate's mouth goes pleased-sad at the look in Brad's eyes and the question. He undoes the top button to let the moonlight down his shirt.
"It's alright," he says, looking right at Brad.
Of course you blow my mind here, but I did have a question. How much does Natalie look like Nate? I've always figured quite a bit, but in that case, especially here with Nate dressing as a man, it seems like Ray (at least) would pick up on the resemblance and use it as mocking material...
::claps:: Of COURSE Brad goes as a ninja. Ray may think he should've been a ballerina, but life's disappointing like that.
It was either ninja or Guy Who Doesn't Give a Fuck, but Brad didn't want to sit through Ray's Halloween lecture. Again.
How much does Natalie look like Nate? I've always figured quite a bit, but in that case, especially here with Nate dressing as a man, it seems like Ray (at least) would pick up on the resemblance and use it as mocking material...
To be honest, I don't really know. There is some being slippery on purpose because it's more interesting, but I also don't want to get stuck in a hole. Maybe it's super awesome Mexican magic?
Or maybe Ray has had too much punch. He only gets to make it once a year, after all (the xmas punch is largely the same but green).
Ray's inappropriateness re:Nate will never stop being hilarious. Just as Brad's protective side will never stop being hot.
Agreed. I want Ray and Nate to be weird BFFs and Brad to look after Nate whether he likes it or not.
Nate's costume? All types of perfection. Androgynous Nate kinda pushes my hetero buttons. I think that means I'm growing as a person.
Yes it does. Nate is very androgynous. He wears the waistcoat sometimes just with jeans or whatevs and Brad is like, hello, Nate. How are you and your breasts today?
And Nate is like, go away with your pervert's face.
But it is Ray's party, and he loves Halloween and he has negative shame, so Brad just tries to ignore the outline of his cock and the taste of Ray's Nearly-Patented Halloween Punch (the secret, Ray tells him, is a lot red food colouring).
Ray shakes his maracas and his hips at Brad. "Where's your girl?"
Brad looks over Ray's shoulder. "I dunno. She's not on a leash."
Ray grins. "That would have been an amazing costume. Can you imag-"
Brad holds up a hand. "Stop. Right now. For the millionth time, my girlfriend is off-limits."
"Your mouth says no, but my imagination says-"
"Do you want to swallow one of those maracas?"
Ray pouts. "No, sir."
"Good. Now go get me a refill." Brad hands off his glass and Ray shakes away. Brad doesn't wait around for another glass of red Listerine. He's already a bit unsteady when he gets out of the chair and makes his way to the basement staircase.
The party is noisier upstairs than downstairs, music coursing through the kitchen and around the living room, loud enough that every step Brad takes is louder. It's warmer too, Rudy making falafel in the kitchen for more girls than should ever be in Ray's house. Brad pauses to say hello on the way past and gets a pita wrapped in a napkin for his trouble.
"It should counteract Ray's punch," Rudy says. One of the girls giggles.
"I hope you're right," Brad says. He can feel the punch in his knees.
He continues on through a body-crowded hallway to the back door, where he knows Nate is. Nate always ends up out there when the party gets crowded.
He elbows the broken door open and heads out to the night where Nate is leaning on the railing, his waistcoat tight on his back, his trousers low on his hips. He leans next to Nate, unwrapping his pita.
"Ray needs to learn to manage his cock," Brad says, taking a bite of his pita. It's warm and spicy. It's ridiculous that Rudy brings falafel mix to parties, but it's delicious.
"Tonight, or all the time?" Nate asks, clasping his hands in front of him. His hair is slicked back, smelling faintly of pine and mint.
Brad says, "Duh," around a mouthful and Nate grins. He takes the pita from Brad and takes a bite, looking out over Ray's backyard. The grass is too long.
Brad wipes his fingers on his jeans and turns so he can see Nate's bent profile. His suit doesn't fit quite right, but that's what they get for going to Goodwill the day before Halloween. Nate's curves don't help things.
He tugs down the back of the waistcoat, rubbing the fabric between his fingers. It feels like it used to be silky, before someone wore it and kept it in a closet and gave it away. Underneath the fabric Brad can feel the hard smooth plane of Nate's spine.
"Have you ever worn a three-piece suit before?"
Nate shakes his head. "No. Just the two."
"Of course you wait until you get breasts to wear a waistcoat."
Nate's mouth does something tricky, pleased and displeased. He sets the pita down on the railing and straightens his spine and the waistcoat so Brad's hand falls away. Brad puts his hand back, in the curve of Nate's waist. He's allowed now so he tries to do it when the moment is open.
"You look good," he says as Nate turns a little, so he can look at Brad. The suit and the hair really accentuate that attractive, can't-quite-place-it feeling Nate exudes, the sensation of knowing-but-maybe-not.
Brad feels lucky to know.
He presses his hand down a little into the curve of Nate. "How does it feel?"
Nate plucks at his shirt bunched in the top of the waistcoat, caught between his chest and the fabric and Brad's fingers get a little itchy, remembering doing the fine white buttons up on his shirt, covering his bra, watching Nate getting ready to pretend to be something he's not anymore.
Nate's mouth goes pleased-sad at the look in Brad's eyes and the question. He undoes the top button to let the moonlight down his shirt.
"It's alright," he says, looking right at Brad.
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But it is Ray's party, and he loves Halloween and he has negative shame
Love that phrase! Negative shame, ha!
Nate's mouth goes pleased-sad at the look in Brad's eyes and the question. He undoes the top button to let the moonlight down his shirt.
"It's alright," he says, looking right at Brad.
Of course you blow my mind here, but I did have a question. How much does Natalie look like Nate? I've always figured quite a bit, but in that case, especially here with Nate dressing as a man, it seems like Ray (at least) would pick up on the resemblance and use it as mocking material...
But as always, awesome mindfuck of awesome.
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It was either ninja or Guy Who Doesn't Give a Fuck, but Brad didn't want to sit through Ray's Halloween lecture. Again.
How much does Natalie look like Nate? I've always figured quite a bit, but in that case, especially here with Nate dressing as a man, it seems like Ray (at least) would pick up on the resemblance and use it as mocking material...
To be honest, I don't really know. There is some being slippery on purpose because it's more interesting, but I also don't want to get stuck in a hole. Maybe it's super awesome Mexican magic?
Or maybe Ray has had too much punch. He only gets to make it once a year, after all (the xmas punch is largely the same but green).
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Brad looks over Ray's shoulder. "I dunno. She's not on a leash."
A million points to you Kface! You go, Kface.
Ray grins. "That would have been an amazing costume. Can you imag-"
Brad holds up a hand. "Stop. Right now. For the millionth time, my girlfriend is off-limits."
"Your mouth says no, but my imagination says-"
"Do you want to swallow one of those maracas?"
Ray's inappropriateness re:Nate will never stop being hilarious. Just as Brad's protective side will never stop being hot.
Nate's costume? All types of perfection. Androgynous Nate kinda pushes my hetero buttons. I think that means I'm growing as a person.
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Agreed. I want Ray and Nate to be weird BFFs and Brad to look after Nate whether he likes it or not.
Nate's costume? All types of perfection. Androgynous Nate kinda pushes my hetero buttons. I think that means I'm growing as a person.
Yes it does. Nate is very androgynous. He wears the waistcoat sometimes just with jeans or whatevs and Brad is like, hello, Nate. How are you and your breasts today?
And Nate is like, go away with your pervert's face.
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