They have a thing to go to tomorrow. An important, dress-up, talking-into-camera, promote-family-telly-show thing“Is ‘ere more wine?” Colin slurs. There’s a chance that the preceding was not all what he said. Bradley’s gotten good at understanding his crazy Irish accent, and he still doesn’t know
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SEE? YOU DID IT? AND AWESOMELY! hahaha he gave them to Colin. I can imagine Colin's "WTF do you want me to do with this?" face. Also? lacy edges and moist centre, just like a real woman SO. PERFECT.
I also love that Bradley's first thought is that they're Colin's panties. Because why else would Bradley have them?
Yeah, this is that story. You know the one. Someone’s on the right side of the tracks and someone else is on the wrong side, and they hook up and breakdown the whole youth social structure and it’s amazing and reinforces our ideas about love or whatever
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Oh, Rayray. Tell me more of this intriguing and sexy story please!
I love that Brad never goes for the face because, duh, he's not stupid and god them rolling around in that field is nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnghfdkasjfhsl. LOVE!
I think at this point I've kind of read Modern Romance an embarrassing number of times! There's just something about that Nate and Brad and girl!Nate and genderswitch and *brain overheats* (which is funny because I kind of adore Stark bigtime, but, but girl!Nate)
Which is just to say, it's um, lucky I only left one?
It’s July 26th, a Tuesday, in the morning. Walking through the automatic doors of the local Wal*Mart, Brad realizes this is the last time he’ll feel this particular brand of crazy. The one that makes it feel like his skin’s too tight and his heart might thump out of his chest.
They are finally, finally buying Nate some bras. Brad could weep. His brain can finally use his blood too, and maybe he can think about something other than Nate’s tits for a while.
But not yet. Nate’s walking quickly to keep pace with Brad as they move around the frazzled mothers and NASCAR hicks shopping, and his tits are bouncing gently under his baggy t-shirt with every step.
Brad slows down to let Nate catch up and glances at Nate as they walk under an air-conditioner. Nate shivers a little, and his next step involves bouncing and nipples
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They go because it’s their anniversary. Or as close to it as either of them can remember. Brad’s mom is pretty sure it’s in October. Whenever it is, it’s a good excuse to go to Jamaica for a week
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Brad flies home from Kabul knowing something terrible. It’s the middle of the night when the plane crosses into California and everyone else on the plane with him is asleep
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I also love that Bradley's first thought is that they're Colin's panties. Because why else would Bradley have them?
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I love that Brad never goes for the face because, duh, he's not stupid and god them rolling around in that field is nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnghfdkasjfhsl. LOVE!
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They get so dirty. After, Brad tries to brush the dirt off Nate's shoulders, but he did a good job grinding it into the fabric.
"Sorry," Brad says, pointing. "About that."
Nate just pulls him in for a kiss.
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Um. Because it is kind of my favorite thing lately, girl!Nate, a Tuesday morning. (heh, sorry)
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Which is just to say, it's um, lucky I only left one?
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They are finally, finally buying Nate some bras. Brad could weep. His brain can finally use his blood too, and maybe he can think about something other than Nate’s tits for a while.
But not yet. Nate’s walking quickly to keep pace with Brad as they move around the frazzled mothers and NASCAR hicks shopping, and his tits are bouncing gently under his baggy t-shirt with every step.
Brad slows down to let Nate catch up and glances at Nate as they walk under an air-conditioner. Nate shivers a little, and his next step involves bouncing and nipples ( ... )
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Ditto. But I don't even get freckles. I just get awkward farmer's tans :///
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