It's a long weekend, it's raining, and I'm working on two stories, but doing that thing where instead of stories you have documents full of weird notes and halves of sentences. In other words, nothing is getting done. So let's have some fun
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Brad is standing there, looking at the bed. He doesn’t have much of an expression on his face, but Nate’s familiar with it anyway. He leans on the bathroom door and brushes his teeth, watching Brad square off with his bed.
“We don’t have to do anything,” Nate says through foam, “you don’t want to.”
Brad looks up, fingers flexing. He glares at Nate. “Don’t give me that free-love, teenage bullshit.”
Nate holds his hands up in defense and retreats into the bathroom to spit. “It’s not a contest,” he says into the sink. “I’m not judging you.”
When he straightens back up he drops his toothbrush because Brad is looming in the mirror behind him, naked. Nate’s toothbrush bounces off the counter and lands in the toilet.
He swears, looking down at it, then swears again when Brad plasters against his back and sucks on his neck. He tries to push off the counter to give his dick some relief, but Brad just pins him, hips on his ass, hands on his hands, forcing him to hold the counter.
Brad is hard, all the way, full-stop. He rubs a little on Nate’s ass, breathing hard on the wet spot on Nate’s neck. His palms are sweaty on the back of Nate’s hands.
Nate looks his mirror-image in the eye. “You done already?”
Brad looks pissed. “No fucking way.”
Nate raises his eyebrows. “It’s perfectly normal to not last long your first time.”
“It’s not-“ Brad says, annoyed. “I’m not.”
He’s not, not really, and Nate doesn’t give a shit either way, but there’s so little to dig Brad about that Nate will even take the absence of dick in Brad’s life as something.
Brad stops sputtering and instead bites Nate’s shoulder pretty hard to get his point across, grinding his teeth. Nate’s hips jerk, dick hitting the counter. He swears.
Brad smiles, teeth still in Nate’s t-shirt. He squeezes Nate’s hips, close to his dick. Nate presses back into him.
Brad finally lets go, finding Nate’s dick without even having to look. “Now who’s judging?” he whispers.
Nate shoves back, breaking contact with the counter. Brad’s mirror-face loses some of its smugness as Nate pushes him back and back to the bed, tripping him up just right because he’s got experience on his side.
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I have a hard time imagining a vaguely believable scenario in which Brad is a full-on virgin, too. But this was... just.. YES!!
Nate being all snarky where he can (so true, Nate, that there's so little to dig about Brad) and still dropping his toothbrush in the toilet when the Iceman gets the drop on him. And Brad all hot and playful and BAMFy despite any imbalance in experience.
In summary... YES!!
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Haha, love Nate not being quite cool enough when confronted with naked Brad.
there’s so little to dig Brad about that Nate will even take the absence of dick in Brad’s life as something.
And I love Nate's teasing - I always love getting hints of his wickedly dry humour.
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Me too. He's almost-but-not-quite twisted sometimes and it's GREAT.
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He leans on the bathroom door and brushes his teeth, watching Brad square off with his bed.
I just love the way you phrased this. Because yes, it's the bed that's the issue. I can practically see Brad's determined blankness here.
Nate raises his eyebrows. “It’s perfectly normal to not last long your first time.”
Oh, how I love it when Nate's a little shit. He's got experience on his side, indeed. Heh.
Love this little window into Brad's head, their dynamic. So great.
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Can't blame Nate, really, so he'll focus on the bed. It's tangible. People have sex in it. He hates it.
Love this little window into Brad's head, their dynamic. So great.
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