Fic: Three Things Brad Knows About Ray
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withimpunityThree Things Brad Knows About Ray That No One Else Does
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Brad/Ray teenage/bff au thing
1. Ray Orders Pepperoni Pizza and Picks off the Pepperoni
He says he likes the flavor the pepperoni leaves behind, but doesn't really want to eat whole pieces of the shit. He leaves the yellow gummy worms in the bag. He chews the shit out of his Slurpee straw, to the point that Brad can't get a fucking thing out when he steals it while Ray's not looking. He names and dates his school work on the wrong side and the teachers have gotten tired of correcting him. He had a dog when he was six years old named Magoo that got bit by a rattlesnake and died in Ray's driveway; Ray's only had fish since then.
His favorite ice cream is mint-chocolate chip, he broke his arm when he was four and a half from jumping out of the top of his Pee-pop's pecan tree, and there's a scar on his stomach where they had to take out his appendix last year. Brad remembers sitting in the waiting room with one of Ray's comic books in his lap, not reading a goddamn word. He didn't move for three hours. Brad remembers the first day of school, swapping his pudding cup for Ray's Little Debbie, and the last day of school, riding out of the parking lot in Ray's pickup, blaring Freebird.
Sometimes Brad thinks he doesn't have any memories that don't have Ray in them.
2. He Loves To Read
He won't tell anyone, not even Brad, because he thinks its not manly or some shit, but he does. When they were in seventh grade the teacher assigned them To Kill a Mockingbird and Brad remembers he and Ray laying on opposite sides of his bed, reading for hours. They were only supposed to read the first four chapter, but Ray was so into it and it made Brad so happy for some reason, seeing Ray just completely immersed in a book like that. For Christmas, he bought Ray his own copy of it and scrawled, love, Brad, on the inside of the cover.
Now Ray reads everything, from Steven King to Dickinson to Vonnegut. He'll go through Brad's bookshelf and pick out something at random, take it home or lay on Brad's bed for hours until he finishes it. One day, Brad catches him sprawled out across his bed, his white t-shirt riding up his back, so completely lost in whatever he's reading. He almost wants to grab Ray and kiss him until they both can't breathe, until his lips hurt from kissing him so much, straddle his hips and grind against him until they both come in their pants, but he doesn't. Ray hates being interrupted in the middle of a book.
The library, as it turns out, is Brad's one weakness. Ray tags along with him one evening so he can find a few more sources for his term paper, but Brad loses him at some point. He guesses Ray got bored of sitting around waiting on him and went down to the vending machines or something, but instead he finds him in the poetry section, leaning against the bookcase with The Collected Poems of Dylan Thomas nestled between his hands. He doesn't even know Brad's standing there until he yanks the book out of Ray's hands and presses him into the bookcase, holding Ray's face with one hand, stroking the curve of Ray's jaw with his thumb as he kisses him, hot and slow.
"Jesus, Brad," Ray whispers, looking around them. "What are you-"
"I want to suck your dick," Brad says conversationally, reaching between them to thumb open the button on Ray's jeans. "Here. In the poetry section of the fucking library."
"Christ, Colbert." Ray's eyes roll back in his head. "You've lost your mind."
"You make me crazy," Brad says, nibbling along the shell of Ray's ear. "Fuckin' Dylan Thomas. Swear to fuckin' God."
Then he's dropping to his knees, taking Ray's cock out right there and wrapping his soft, pretty lips around him, taking him in nice and slow and Jesus, Brad is one seriously kinky bastard.
"Brad," Ray whispers hoarsly, palming the back of Brad's head, watching his dick slide in and out of Brad's perfect mouth. "Oh, fuck."
"Shh," Brad pulls off to whisper, grinning like a mental patient - which he is, or should be. Blowjobs in a fucking library. Ray's mom was right, he is a bad influence. "Quiet." Then he's going to town, head bobbing between Ray's legs, and its so wet and messy, spit and precome all smeared across Brad's mouth, so hot Ray can barely stand it. His head lolls against the bookcase. It smells like dust and book bindings and Pledge and now it kind of smells like sex and sweat and God, that is just so dirty and wrong and it almost makes Ray come.
Brad's hand joins his mouth and he starts taking turns, jerking and sucking him off, and Ray can hear someone's voice in the distance, something about the civil war and the thrill of getting caught makes him panic, making his balls tighten and before he knows it, his hips jerk forward and he has to moan around the fist in his mouth as he spills down Brad's throat.
"Fuck," he gasps sharply and pulls Brad to his feet, shoving him into the opposite bookshelf and grinding his hand down against Brad's cock. Brad's bottom lip goes stark white when he pulls it between his teeth, fighting back a moan as Ray gets him off, his ass pressed up againstThe Poetry of Robert Frost.
"Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay," Ray whispers next to Brad's ear as Brad humps his hand. He can hear the woman's voice getting closer. "Rage, rage," He kisses Brad, licking the taste of himself out of Brad's mouth, and Brad's body stiffens, his cock jerking in Ray's hand as he comes. "Against the dying of the light."
3. He Talks in His Sleep
Most of the time its jibbery nonsense Brad can't make out, but sometimes he can pick out a word here or there. Weezer. Cheeseburger. Tadpoles. Almost as much sense as he makes when he's conscious. He's a kicker, too. And a flailer, and this time he nearly breaks Brad's fucking nose.
Brad's about to yank the sheets out from under him and toss his ass on the floor when he hears Ray mumble, "Love you, Brad nrgll mrjkn."
Brad thinks it should affect him more than it does. It should feel like a relevation, one of those heart clutching, time-stopping moments like in the movies, sweaty palms and fireworks and all that.
Instead he just leans in and presses a kiss to Ray's temple, whispering, "Love you too, Ray," before yanking the sheets out from under him and throwing his ass on the floor. Ray swears like a drunken sailor and tries to throw a lamp at his head, but misses. Then he crawls back into bed and Brad wraps his arms and legs around him, if only for self preservation.
Nothing's changed. Its not really a revelation when its something he's known his entire life.
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Date: 2010-05-31 10:23 am (UTC)... I should watch Generation Kill, right?
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Date: 2010-05-31 06:58 pm (UTC)i love these! <3
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Date: 2010-05-31 07:49 pm (UTC)Sometimes Brad thinks he doesn't have any memories that don't have Ray in them.
This line! ♥ ♥
As always, this is so amazing and perfect. I never thought about Ray reading poetry but now I just think "Of course he would!"
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Date: 2010-05-31 10:11 pm (UTC)Ha! That's fantastic! i love how comfortable they are with each other, and all of the little details that you've included in this story.
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Date: 2010-06-01 10:52 am (UTC)I totally missed this all over my flist, what a retard!
Brad's HEART! His massive heart full of love for his indomitable, livewire, brightspark bestie.
Uh, I want to take both these fics and tuck them into my heart and carry them around always.
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