They eat chewy cheese crackers and cans of Beefaroni warmed over a camp stove. They don’t talk much, Brad because he’s tired, Nate because he’s probably thinking about the guys they live in the office building downtown with: Ray, Poke, Walt, everyone. Nate worries about them, even though he doesn’t have to
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Re: Part TwoalethialiaOctober 30 2009, 08:07:09 UTC
On particularly cold nights when he dreams about things that don’t exist, he wakes up with tears frozen on his cheeks. He has to use his fingernails to pry them off his face and rub at the white trails leftover until they’re gone.
!!! LOVE your description.
He looks at the boxes of frozen condoms and cracked bottles of lube. “Did you bring your gear? We might have to sleep here.”
::snorts:: Is that a sign or what?!
He takes a shaky little inhale of Brad’s breath, which Brad is learning means he really likes something. It’s a spur in Brad’s mind, has him shaking off one of his own mittens so he can cup Nate’s face while they kiss.
Boys kissing hotly in the freezing snow! Yis. And this is an amazing world you've created here - now I want to know where the summers went.
Who bump into each other! Nate can be the official, just-a-security-consultant type and Brad can be the CIA ghost type and then they run into each other. And, ya know, are intrigued.
I'm not married to any of that, but spies would be cool. This is my thought for the day.
Re: SPIES!nightanddazeOctober 31 2009, 20:24:01 UTC
brcolb482: have you ever tried to suck your own dick?
Nate may be a spy, but at least he’s normal. He actually has an office, and talks to people in real time. He associates with an entire building of people and targets all across the country.
Unlike Brad, who lives in some dark apartment in the other side of LA, eating Chinese food in between harassing Nate over the company messenger. Brad’s what The Company refers to colloquially as a “Ghost.” He works odd hours, slipping into people’s houses and business, stealing and editing information.
Nate’s sometimes Brad’s “Handler,” which means Nate does all the legwork, scoping out the target, sometimes meeting with them, working out the ways Brad can get in and out, stealing codes or passes as necessary.
Nate’s pretty sure Brad gets twice the salary he does, just because he likes pretending he’s Batman. It’s an injustice.
nafick998: no. go away. i’m eating lunch.
brcolb482: so am i. have you not figured out how to type with one hand? oh wait, i forgot, you’re a prude even when you
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I LOVE THIS EVEN MORE THAN I THOUGHT I WOULD. It's like a cool combination between this awesome J2 AU I once read and Grosse Point Blank! I think this deserves to become a real boy fic!
Brad’s up and ready by five-thirty. He has enough food and water to get him through most of the day, and he’s got four layers on, including his leathers.
Nate knows he’s going, but he leaves a note anyway, one that says when he’ll be home. He drops it on the night table and runs a knuckle down the curve of Nate’s nape before he leaves.
There’s sunlight, but it’s smoky and hazy, caught by the dew on the grass as Brad gets the bike out of the garage. He checks it over, like he always does, even though it’s mostly just prideful looking these days, sometimes followed by vain tweaking.
Brad built this bike from the ground up. He deserves to show it off.
Not that there’s anyone on the street this early to see it. It’s only the robins who get to witness Brad starting the bike, stoking up its rumbling purr.
He’s not going anywhere specific, but he has a beautiful bike and a case of wanderlust, so he’s just going. Maybe he’ll figure it out when he gets there, or he might just enjoy the ride.
Re: Google Image results too good not to usenightanddazeNovember 1 2009, 00:35:18 UTC
They split up as soon as they get in the door. Nate goes to the left and Brad the right. The club is packed, women and men everywhere. It smells like sex, stiflingly so
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!!! LOVE your description.
He looks at the boxes of frozen condoms and cracked bottles of lube. “Did you bring your gear? We might have to sleep here.”
::snorts:: Is that a sign or what?!
He takes a shaky little inhale of Brad’s breath, which Brad is learning means he really likes something. It’s a spur in Brad’s mind, has him shaking off one of his own mittens so he can cup Nate’s face while they kiss.
Boys kissing hotly in the freezing snow! Yis. And this is an amazing world you've created here - now I want to know where the summers went.
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I'm not married to any of that, but spies would be cool. This is my thought for the day.
Yay snippet post!
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Nate may be a spy, but at least he’s normal. He actually has an office, and talks to people in real time. He associates with an entire building of people and targets all across the country.
Unlike Brad, who lives in some dark apartment in the other side of LA, eating Chinese food in between harassing Nate over the company messenger. Brad’s what The Company refers to colloquially as a “Ghost.” He works odd hours, slipping into people’s houses and business, stealing and editing information.
Nate’s sometimes Brad’s “Handler,” which means Nate does all the legwork, scoping out the target, sometimes meeting with them, working out the ways Brad can get in and out, stealing codes or passes as necessary.
Nate’s pretty sure Brad gets twice the salary he does, just because he likes pretending he’s Batman. It’s an injustice.
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Nate knows he’s going, but he leaves a note anyway, one that says when he’ll be home. He drops it on the night table and runs a knuckle down the curve of Nate’s nape before he leaves.
There’s sunlight, but it’s smoky and hazy, caught by the dew on the grass as Brad gets the bike out of the garage. He checks it over, like he always does, even though it’s mostly just prideful looking these days, sometimes followed by vain tweaking.
Brad built this bike from the ground up. He deserves to show it off.
Not that there’s anyone on the street this early to see it. It’s only the robins who get to witness Brad starting the bike, stoking up its rumbling purr.
He’s not going anywhere specific, but he has a beautiful bike and a case of wanderlust, so he’s just going. Maybe he’ll figure it out when he gets there, or he might just enjoy the ride.
He heads for the highway.
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Or, alternately, Brad and a little person*:
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This is so awesome.
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