Because I find it endlessly entertaining: More Prep school v military school AU! B/N starting to get frustrated now that graduation is looming and decisions have to be made. Taking said frustration out on each other.
B/N Bodyguard/POTUS son, subtle intimidation of rowing jock. Or not so subtle...
Sixty-one days to motherfucking graduation and they almost do some serious shit. It’s been a rough go for a while, studying for tests, taking them, more studying, trying to plan a whole future before you turn eighteen. It’s no wonder Nate TKOs Brad with one punch.
Brad’s used to scrapping with Nate and this isn’t his first time riding the blackout train so he’s not out for long. Just long enough to hit the ground and let Nate climb on top of him.
He wakes up when Nate slaps the shit out of him. The last time someone slapped him it was because he told Kelsey Danson he’d rather lick a toad than date her. It hurts more this time.
Even though his brains are half-scrambled Brad still manages to shove at Nate, calling him a bitch, trying not to puke. Nate laughs, but they scrabble around anyway, kicking up dust, crushing what little grass is left in the field. It’s inelegant, nothing like the fights in movies, too much grunting and too many glancing blows, hardly anything getting done.
This is supposed to be that story, with the
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So, because I am altruistic and shit, and want your mood to improve, I'm going to leave you another prompt. You can totally tell me to STFU though, since I've already left one.
Vampire!Brad or Vampire!Nate, I don't care which... one of them turning the other.
Nate turns so his cheek catches the light, the puffiness going down, his body reabsorbing what little blood he has left in him, his skin latticing back together. He smiles and the guy’s mouth trembles.
“What the fuck?” The guy breathes. He starts to recover from being pinned and struggles. Nate breaks his collar bone with a thumb and his mouth goes slack.
Nate’s hard in his pants. He’s surprised he has enough blood left, but he hasn’t been fucked since his maker left and he’s young. The man is attractive, huge and strong and hurting. Nate watches his mouth and his pain-bright eyes and he can’t wait anymore.
“I am subtle when I want to fuck a guy,” he says, tilting his head back to let his fangs out to their full potential, gripping the man’s shoulder so he moans, caught and afraid. Nate bends his head back so fast he almost snaps the man’s neck
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Brad goes as a ninja. He wears black jeans and a tight black shirt and tells Ray to fuck off when he protests that it's a poor costume. Most of the people here aren't even dressed up, so Brad and Nate are ahead of the game. Not everyone is like Ray and willing to parade around a house in a flaming red leotard and a felt devil's tail.
But it is Ray's party, and he loves Halloween and he has negative shame, so Brad just tries to ignore the outline of his cock and the taste of Ray's Nearly-Patented Halloween Punch (the secret, Ray tells him, is a lot red food colouring).
Ray shakes his maracas and his hips at Brad. "Where's your girl?"
Brad looks over Ray's shoulder. "I dunno. She's not on a leash."
Ray grins. "That would have been an amazing costume. Can you imag
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::claps:: Of COURSE Brad goes as a ninja. Ray may think he should've been a ballerina, but life's disappointing like that.
But it is Ray's party, and he loves Halloween and he has negative shame
Love that phrase! Negative shame, ha!
Nate's mouth goes pleased-sad at the look in Brad's eyes and the question. He undoes the top button to let the moonlight down his shirt.
"It's alright," he says, looking right at Brad.
Of course you blow my mind here, but I did have a question. How much does Natalie look like Nate? I've always figured quite a bit, but in that case, especially here with Nate dressing as a man, it seems like Ray (at least) would pick up on the resemblance and use it as mocking material...
::claps:: Of COURSE Brad goes as a ninja. Ray may think he should've been a ballerina, but life's disappointing like that.
It was either ninja or Guy Who Doesn't Give a Fuck, but Brad didn't want to sit through Ray's Halloween lecture. Again.
How much does Natalie look like Nate? I've always figured quite a bit, but in that case, especially here with Nate dressing as a man, it seems like Ray (at least) would pick up on the resemblance and use it as mocking material...
To be honest, I don't really know. There is some being slippery on purpose because it's more interesting, but I also don't want to get stuck in a hole. Maybe it's super awesome Mexican magic?
Or maybe Ray has had too much punch. He only gets to make it once a year, after all (the xmas punch is largely the same but green).
Nate is running. Not for his fifteen, but for his life. Behind him, Brad is changing into a monster, calling after Nate, sometimes whispering and sometimes howling.
“Honey come here sand stop stop honey Nate Nate honey NATE!Nate could shit lead, listening to that voice that’s quickly losing any edge of Brad in it, staring to hollow out
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Part OnenightanddazeNovember 13 2010, 23:10:43 UTC
Nine months later Brad texts Nate and asks if he wants to have dinner. Nate says yes absently; he’s busy and hungry and doesn’t begrudge Brad anything. They’ve gone back to being good friends in the time since they broke up, probably even better friends than they were before.
Anyway, Nate is hungry.
He doesn’t have a key anymore, but Brad hardly ever locks his door so Nate walks right in to the smell of roasting chicken and garlic bread.
“Holy shit, Brad,” he says, walking into the kitchen, “yesBrad is leaning on the oven door to keep Nate from opening it. “It’s dinner, Nate, not my dick
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Part TwonightanddazeNovember 13 2010, 23:12:10 UTC
An hour passes quietly, through four beer bottles on the coffee table and idle talk. Four minutes after the hour Nate kisses Brad. Not because he still loves Brad or aches for him down in his soul but because it was a damn good dinner and he hasn’t has sex for a few months
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More Prep school v military school AU!
B/N starting to get frustrated now that graduation is looming and decisions have to be made. Taking said frustration out on each other.
B/N Bodyguard/POTUS son, subtle intimidation of rowing jock. Or not so subtle...
Okay enough from me now :D
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Brad’s used to scrapping with Nate and this isn’t his first time riding the blackout train so he’s not out for long. Just long enough to hit the ground and let Nate climb on top of him.
He wakes up when Nate slaps the shit out of him. The last time someone slapped him it was because he told Kelsey Danson he’d rather lick a toad than date her. It hurts more this time.
Even though his brains are half-scrambled Brad still manages to shove at Nate, calling him a bitch, trying not to puke. Nate laughs, but they scrabble around anyway, kicking up dust, crushing what little grass is left in the field. It’s inelegant, nothing like the fights in movies, too much grunting and too many glancing blows, hardly anything getting done.
This is supposed to be that story, with the ( ... )
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HANDJOBS. PORTABLES. YOU.
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Vampire!Brad or Vampire!Nate, I don't care which... one of them turning the other.
What? I'm a sick bitch, I know. =D
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“What the fuck?” The guy breathes. He starts to recover from being pinned and struggles. Nate breaks his collar bone with a thumb and his mouth goes slack.
Nate’s hard in his pants. He’s surprised he has enough blood left, but he hasn’t been fucked since his maker left and he’s young. The man is attractive, huge and strong and hurting. Nate watches his mouth and his pain-bright eyes and he can’t wait anymore.
“I am subtle when I want to fuck a guy,” he says, tilting his head back to let his fangs out to their full potential, gripping the man’s shoulder so he moans, caught and afraid. Nate bends his head back so fast he almost snaps the man’s neck ( ... )
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Aaaaand you have broken me. And Brad. But mostly me. ::sniffs::
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ETA: I see someone's already requested that. Um...something in the Modern Romance family?
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But it is Ray's party, and he loves Halloween and he has negative shame, so Brad just tries to ignore the outline of his cock and the taste of Ray's Nearly-Patented Halloween Punch (the secret, Ray tells him, is a lot red food colouring).
Ray shakes his maracas and his hips at Brad. "Where's your girl?"
Brad looks over Ray's shoulder. "I dunno. She's not on a leash."
Ray grins. "That would have been an amazing costume. Can you imag ( ... )
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But it is Ray's party, and he loves Halloween and he has negative shame
Love that phrase! Negative shame, ha!
Nate's mouth goes pleased-sad at the look in Brad's eyes and the question. He undoes the top button to let the moonlight down his shirt.
"It's alright," he says, looking right at Brad.
Of course you blow my mind here, but I did have a question. How much does Natalie look like Nate? I've always figured quite a bit, but in that case, especially here with Nate dressing as a man, it seems like Ray (at least) would pick up on the resemblance and use it as mocking material...
But as always, awesome mindfuck of awesome.
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It was either ninja or Guy Who Doesn't Give a Fuck, but Brad didn't want to sit through Ray's Halloween lecture. Again.
How much does Natalie look like Nate? I've always figured quite a bit, but in that case, especially here with Nate dressing as a man, it seems like Ray (at least) would pick up on the resemblance and use it as mocking material...
To be honest, I don't really know. There is some being slippery on purpose because it's more interesting, but I also don't want to get stuck in a hole. Maybe it's super awesome Mexican magic?
Or maybe Ray has had too much punch. He only gets to make it once a year, after all (the xmas punch is largely the same but green).
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Brad/Nate in the Pontypool-inspired 'verse!!
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“Honey come here sand stop stop honey Nate Nate honey NATE!Nate could shit lead, listening to that voice that’s quickly losing any edge of Brad in it, staring to hollow out ( ... )
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OMG!! I should have been careful what I wished for. But they‘re gonna be all right? Right? right?...
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Anyway, Nate is hungry.
He doesn’t have a key anymore, but Brad hardly ever locks his door so Nate walks right in to the smell of roasting chicken and garlic bread.
“Holy shit, Brad,” he says, walking into the kitchen, “yesBrad is leaning on the oven door to keep Nate from opening it. “It’s dinner, Nate, not my dick ( ... )
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Brad is leaning on the oven door to keep Nate from opening it. “It’s dinner, Nate, not my dick.”
Hahahaha! Oh, Brad. ♥
After dinner Brad says, “D’you want to see something cool?” his smile hiding behind his mouth and his eyes, which means it’s good.
Such a perfect little description of Brad here. I love the familiarity that just bleeds from this sentence.
Brad wants to give Nate a fish! His pride and joy!! I don't know what to do with this. Besides HE TRUSTS NATE WITH HIS OFFSPRING!!!!!
Ahem.
“Pleasuring someone is not emasculating,” Brad had scoffed, wrist deep in Nate’s pants. “I’m not gonna flip if you put your cock in my mouth or ass.”
Oh hi, you summed up Brad and sex in five words. That's gotta be a record. You should at least get orgasms or something.
He says, “Ah, yeah,” but doesn’t ask to be touched. If Nate fucks him right he’ll come without a fist or a mouth. Nate grips his ( ... )
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