@темы: Avril Lavigne, 2011, live

@темы: прекрасное, Брэд/Нейт

Not taking you to prom, bitch
Summary: It all started when Christenson hooked up with Stafford. After that, nothing was the same in the epic love affair that was Brad and Ray's friendship.
Школьная АУшка, Б/Н, много Рэя. Юмор-стеб. Оборжалась

Epitome? What the fuck does that mean? It's not even a proper big word. Shit, Fick's been rubbing off on me. Ew," Ray makes a face.

"I'm not a puppy, you know."
"Says you. Where was I. Oh, yes. Puppies.

"We should get you laid," Ray announced loudly. Brad looked around to make sure nobody had heard him.
"I'm perfectly capable of achieving that goal on my very own, Ray," Brad kept his voice calm.

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"I think we should invite Christenson and Stafford to sit with us at lunch," Nate suggested after they left English, the only class Brad, Ray, Walt, Poke and Nate had together, and walked toward cafeteria.
Everybody looked at him as if he’d lost his mind.
"Why would we do that?" Ray frowned at the suggestion, which seemed a bit out of the blue.
"They could use some friends," Nate shrugged, but it was obvious he expected their group to do the right thing.
"Can we at least fuck with them first?" Ray looked at Brad pleadingly. "We could send you first, all looming and dangerous and watch them shit themselves before we invite them for tea and cookies."
Brad grinned, clearly liking the idea.

There was silence at the table. It was like everybody froze at the same time. It was obvious the guys were trying to figure out if Ray was serious, if he was implying what they thought he was implying. Brad wondered how it would affect their friendship, so he looked at Nate. He didn't say anything, but he was pretty sure Nate could see the question Brad refused to ask written all over his face.
Nate raised his eyebrow.
Brad shrugged, because what else could he add.
Nate smiled and nodded.
"Oh for fuck's sake, enough with the telepathy shit! Just because Brad's into dick now, doesn't mean you two have to eye-fuck in front of everyone!" Ray punched Brad on the arm and glared at Nate.

But Ray was simple minded and honest with himself. Best friend trumps telepathy and intellectual conversations. It doesn't, however, trump sex. If Brad ever decided to actually go ahead and fuck Nate, Ray would have to satisfy himself with second place in Brad's heart.
Not that Ray cared about Brad's heart. Feelings were for pussies. Then again, Brad was Ray's best friend since forever, so he wanted Brad happy. Getting laid made Ray happy, so it should work on Brad too.
Nate couldn't be trusted. Obviously.

Nate seemed only half surprised when Ray grabbed him outside the school and dragged him to Nate's car.
"Should I be afraid?" he asked with a fucking amused grin on his face.
"What? No, why would you? Shut up, we need to talk." Ray shook his head.
Nate raised his eyebrow and Ray wanted to deck him. Explained why the two of them didn't hang out much. Nate irritated Ray. But right now, Ray needed the guy, so he would be the most patient guy in the history of patient guys.

@темы: GK, recs, Брэд/Нейт

Снято дрожащими руками. Босая девочка на заднем фоне

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(Брэд/Нейт, пре-канон, UST, преслэш, OOC. Обрывается на самом интересном, ааа!)

@темы: матчасть, Брэд/Нейт, U.S. Navy, YAGKYAS-2011, Generation Kill

@темы: перевод, Брэд/Нейт, nightanddaze, all those people that you know, Generation Kill, черновик