fic: I Dreamed A Dream of You
Title: I Dreamed A Dream of You
Author: terebi_ko
Pairing: Brad/Walt
Summary: Brad takes a drink everytime he sees Walt smiles. And Walt smiles a lot that night.
Brad thinks maybe it’s the fact that Walt has changed so much since the last time he saw him that makes him unable to take his eyes off him that night. Walt no longer look like the ‘baby’ that Ray always referred him as back in OIF. He looks like he’s grown, his hair longer and he has a scruff that Brad desperately want to run his fingers through. He remembered seeing Walt sitting on the counter, he even remembered buying him a drink and Walt gestured a ‘thank you’ for him from afar. Brad also remembered that he needed to take a drink everytime Walt smiles. And it was a lot. Which comes to the reason why Brad thinks he can’t remember what happened to the rest of the night.
Although he remembered he was dreaming about Walt that night. He dreamed about Walt kissing him, and he kissed back. He dreamed about Walt crawling up to him, licking a broad stripe on his chest. He dreamed about Walt going down on him. And he remembered dreaming about how Walt just sat on him and rides him hard. He doesn’t remember if he came or not in the dream but he’s pretty sure he came alright, judging by the mess he had around him when he woke up in the next morning (And how can he not remember taking his clothes off and decided to sleep naked? And where is his shirt?)
“Fuck.” He mutters. He got off the bed, dragging the sheet behind him and letting it fall on the floor. He was heading to the kitchen to make some coffee when he heard a clanking sound and he looks up.
“G’morning. I hope you don’t mind me using your stuff, I made some coffee. And breakfast.” Walt is standing in his kitchen. Making coffee and toast. Holding his mug. Wearing his shirt. Oh. So that where his shirt goes.
“Walt.”
Some people probably won’t realized, but Walt is a smart kid. And the moment he saw the look on Brad’s face and hearing the tone of his voice, he figured it out. “Oh god, you don’t remember do you?”
And Brad is probably looking stupid right now, standing there naked with his mouth agape because the next thing Walt do is he puts down the mug on the counter and starts to walk out of Brad’s kitchen. “You know what, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have spend the night. Shit, I shouldn’t have kissed you last night when I know that you won’t even remember in the morning. But you didn’t punch me in the face when I kissed you so I thought..Y’know what, I think I should just leave. I’m sor..”
But Brad catches his arm just in time before Walt ran passed him, “I thought I was dreaming it all.” Walt had his head down and he closed his eyes. “No, you weren’t.” He sighed. “Can I please go now?”
“No. Because I want to do it again and this time, I will remember everything.” Brad said as he lift Walt’s chin up with his thumb and leaned down to kiss him on the lips.
Walt, definitely not expecting that, released a breath he didn’t realized he’s holding and then he smiles.
“Do you know that that smile is what got me drunk last night?” Brad confessed. “And you were smiling an awful lot last night. I hate it.”
Walt chuckled. “Well do you remember saying anything about my facial hair last night? I kinda like it.” Brad raised an eyebrow and he pulled his lips downward.
“Well,” He said as he ran a finger on Walt’s scruffy cheek. “I can’t say I do, but if you can repeat it to me I’ll say it again if you like.”
“10-4, Sarge.”
Author: terebi_ko
Pairing: Brad/Walt
Summary: Brad takes a drink everytime he sees Walt smiles. And Walt smiles a lot that night.
Brad thinks maybe it’s the fact that Walt has changed so much since the last time he saw him that makes him unable to take his eyes off him that night. Walt no longer look like the ‘baby’ that Ray always referred him as back in OIF. He looks like he’s grown, his hair longer and he has a scruff that Brad desperately want to run his fingers through. He remembered seeing Walt sitting on the counter, he even remembered buying him a drink and Walt gestured a ‘thank you’ for him from afar. Brad also remembered that he needed to take a drink everytime Walt smiles. And it was a lot. Which comes to the reason why Brad thinks he can’t remember what happened to the rest of the night.
Although he remembered he was dreaming about Walt that night. He dreamed about Walt kissing him, and he kissed back. He dreamed about Walt crawling up to him, licking a broad stripe on his chest. He dreamed about Walt going down on him. And he remembered dreaming about how Walt just sat on him and rides him hard. He doesn’t remember if he came or not in the dream but he’s pretty sure he came alright, judging by the mess he had around him when he woke up in the next morning (And how can he not remember taking his clothes off and decided to sleep naked? And where is his shirt?)
“Fuck.” He mutters. He got off the bed, dragging the sheet behind him and letting it fall on the floor. He was heading to the kitchen to make some coffee when he heard a clanking sound and he looks up.
“G’morning. I hope you don’t mind me using your stuff, I made some coffee. And breakfast.” Walt is standing in his kitchen. Making coffee and toast. Holding his mug. Wearing his shirt. Oh. So that where his shirt goes.
“Walt.”
Some people probably won’t realized, but Walt is a smart kid. And the moment he saw the look on Brad’s face and hearing the tone of his voice, he figured it out. “Oh god, you don’t remember do you?”
And Brad is probably looking stupid right now, standing there naked with his mouth agape because the next thing Walt do is he puts down the mug on the counter and starts to walk out of Brad’s kitchen. “You know what, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have spend the night. Shit, I shouldn’t have kissed you last night when I know that you won’t even remember in the morning. But you didn’t punch me in the face when I kissed you so I thought..Y’know what, I think I should just leave. I’m sor..”
But Brad catches his arm just in time before Walt ran passed him, “I thought I was dreaming it all.” Walt had his head down and he closed his eyes. “No, you weren’t.” He sighed. “Can I please go now?”
“No. Because I want to do it again and this time, I will remember everything.” Brad said as he lift Walt’s chin up with his thumb and leaned down to kiss him on the lips.
Walt, definitely not expecting that, released a breath he didn’t realized he’s holding and then he smiles.
“Do you know that that smile is what got me drunk last night?” Brad confessed. “And you were smiling an awful lot last night. I hate it.”
Walt chuckled. “Well do you remember saying anything about my facial hair last night? I kinda like it.” Brad raised an eyebrow and he pulled his lips downward.
“Well,” He said as he ran a finger on Walt’s scruffy cheek. “I can’t say I do, but if you can repeat it to me I’ll say it again if you like.”
“10-4, Sarge.”