Б/Н, college!AU, Брэд и Нейт съезжаются.
“So, you know Ray,” Brad concludes, mystery solved. Nate tilts his head and regards him quizzically.
“As much as you can know someone after one meeting and four long, unrelated and unprompted but somehow hilarious, rants. I know Walt. We went to high school together.”
“Hasser?”
“No, Disney,” Nate says dryly and Brad fights back a grin, covering it with an attempt to steal some of Nate’s fries. It goes well and Nate doesn’t even remark on it, which reinforces Brad’s decision to let him stay for a trial run.
Now that he thinks of it, Hasser might have mentioned his roommate a few times and nothing he said was terribly off-putting. All the slots for pain-in-the-asses in Brad’s life has been filled by Person already, so Nate better not turn out to be an idiot. So far, so good, and Hasser is alright, even if he seems to have a blind spot when it comes to Ray. It’s mutual, two hours after they met at the first college party they attended Ray declared he’s adopting Hasser and that he’s going to suck Walt’s dick before the end of the night. The creepiness just went up from there.
“So, you’re Nathaniel,” Brad says after a moment of freely watching Nate as he picks up Brad’s book and glances at the title before becoming engrossed in the back cover, eyes scanning the blurbs. He looks up when Brad speaks and Brad notes idly that his eyes are really green.
And really bright, especially when he smiles. “If that’s how you want it, Bradley,” he says and Brad concedes with a slow nod.
It’s probably right there and then that he starts losing his head over Nate, but of course he doesn’t notice. Of course he doesn’t.
“As much as you can know someone after one meeting and four long, unrelated and unprompted but somehow hilarious, rants. I know Walt. We went to high school together.”
“Hasser?”
“No, Disney,” Nate says dryly and Brad fights back a grin, covering it with an attempt to steal some of Nate’s fries. It goes well and Nate doesn’t even remark on it, which reinforces Brad’s decision to let him stay for a trial run.
Now that he thinks of it, Hasser might have mentioned his roommate a few times and nothing he said was terribly off-putting. All the slots for pain-in-the-asses in Brad’s life has been filled by Person already, so Nate better not turn out to be an idiot. So far, so good, and Hasser is alright, even if he seems to have a blind spot when it comes to Ray. It’s mutual, two hours after they met at the first college party they attended Ray declared he’s adopting Hasser and that he’s going to suck Walt’s dick before the end of the night. The creepiness just went up from there.
“So, you’re Nathaniel,” Brad says after a moment of freely watching Nate as he picks up Brad’s book and glances at the title before becoming engrossed in the back cover, eyes scanning the blurbs. He looks up when Brad speaks and Brad notes idly that his eyes are really green.
And really bright, especially when he smiles. “If that’s how you want it, Bradley,” he says and Brad concedes with a slow nod.
It’s probably right there and then that he starts losing his head over Nate, but of course he doesn’t notice. Of course he doesn’t.