Ficlet: Brendan/Patrick
A belated (because I suck. No really.) birthday present for the wonderful shadowspin, it's just a little bit of birthday fluff. ;) *hugs*
Because the best way to hold a man is in your arms.
He knows Patrick's not too keen on public displays of affection so when the man's hand lands on his arse as they're standing at the bar in the middle of a very crowded pub, Brendan turns his head and arches one eyebrow at him, asking, "Did you just slap my arse?"
"Possibly," Patrick replies, his hand still resting on said arse and Brendan thinks Patrick probably had enough to drink for the night.
"You're drunk - " he says, studiously ignoring Russel who's rolling his eyes at the both of them.
"Possibly." The corners of Patrick's mouth turn upwards into a slight smirk and he gives a small shrug.
Brendan returns the shrug and just stands there, not sure how to respond to either the man's words or his actions, but when Patrick's arms slide around him and he starts nuzzling his neck, he tells himself Patrick is definitely drunk. Or horny. And quite possibly both.
But when he turns around he notices the smirk is gone, replaced by a small, almost shy, smile. "What?" he asks, unable to stop himself from sounding just a little suspicious.
Patrick's smile widens and he feels his arms tighten around his waist. "Nothing," he whispers then leans in close and presses their mouths together for a brief kiss before adding, his voice barely audible, "Just wanted to wish you a happy birthday."
Quote from Mae West.
Because the best way to hold a man is in your arms.
He knows Patrick's not too keen on public displays of affection so when the man's hand lands on his arse as they're standing at the bar in the middle of a very crowded pub, Brendan turns his head and arches one eyebrow at him, asking, "Did you just slap my arse?"
"Possibly," Patrick replies, his hand still resting on said arse and Brendan thinks Patrick probably had enough to drink for the night.
"You're drunk - " he says, studiously ignoring Russel who's rolling his eyes at the both of them.
"Possibly." The corners of Patrick's mouth turn upwards into a slight smirk and he gives a small shrug.
Brendan returns the shrug and just stands there, not sure how to respond to either the man's words or his actions, but when Patrick's arms slide around him and he starts nuzzling his neck, he tells himself Patrick is definitely drunk. Or horny. And quite possibly both.
But when he turns around he notices the smirk is gone, replaced by a small, almost shy, smile. "What?" he asks, unable to stop himself from sounding just a little suspicious.
Patrick's smile widens and he feels his arms tighten around his waist. "Nothing," he whispers then leans in close and presses their mouths together for a brief kiss before adding, his voice barely audible, "Just wanted to wish you a happy birthday."
Quote from Mae West.