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Um, so yeah. I was talking to Missy the other day and was reminded of this one scene ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
asuka14 and I did back when we were doing this AU Whose Line RP. It's one of my favorite sex scenes we've ever done. I'm not sure why. But I think it's where my liking of both Brad & Chip as a couple started as well Brad being a tease during sex. *smirks* She expressed interest in seeing it, so here it is.
And yes it is in script format, AND it's just one scene of a larger story, so I'm just going to post it here rather than to the comm. But if you want some Brad/Chip bathroom!sex, feel free to read. I guess I'll do one of those things....
(Untitled)
Authors: Clay & Lyndsey
Pairing: Brad/Chip
Rating: NC-17
Summary: *cracks knuckles* Okay, to give you an idea of what's happening. We decided to do an AU RP where Ryan, Colin & Greg were teachers at a college and Brad, Chip, Wayne & Jeff were students. There's more plot than this going on, obviously, but the relevant stuff is: Brad & Chip are best friends & roommates. Brad is dating Wayne. However, both Brad & Wayne think that Chip likes Wayne, so Brad wants to try out this three way relationship thing in order to make everyone happy. And the three of them had sex earlier, but Brad is still trying to get Chip comfortable with the idea of seeing him naked, not knowing that Chip actually likes Brad. Not Wayne. Confused? ^_^ Don't worry, it's mostly sex.
Word Count: 4,050
Brad: (sits his glass down and saunters back into the living room) Esten! What're you doing right now?
Chip: (raises an eyebrow at Brad) Showering. (gets up onto his feet and starts for the bathroom)
Brad: (follows Chip) Showering? Sounds like a good idea.
Chip: (nods his head at Brad and gives a little yawn) Yes, it does, doesn't it? (sits down on his bed and leans back against the headboard) I'm tired. It's been a long ass day. (blinks and glances over at Brad) What time is it, anyway? You know?
Brad: (looks over at Chip's alarm clock) Um... seven... twenty... three or eight. I can't tell at this distance. (smiles at Chip) So... how do you plan on taking a shower in your bed?
Chip: (is smirking a little) Well, since it's seven twenty three and or eight, my goal is the shower by eight twenty three and or eight.
Brad: (walks over to Chip, slowly, smiling innocently) Why don't you take a shower now? Once you get it over with, you'll feel all clean and refreshed, and then you can drink with us. We can play Twister and everything.
Chip: (pouts) 'Cause that involves moving. And what is it with you people and Twister?
Brad: (shrugs, still smiling innocently) You don't have to move. I could carry you. Strip you and everything. (smirks a little) And maybe I just like Twister because it usually gets me close to your ass.
Chip: (raises an eyebrow at Brad) You're drunk, aren't you? (shifts to the edge of the bed and stands back up; starting for the bathroom) Very, very drunk.
Brad: (frowns and follows him) I am not drunk! I'm a little tipsy, maybe, but I know what I'm saying!
Chip: (laughs and slips out of his shirt on the way) What's Jeff giving you to drink, I wonder?
Brad: (eyes Chip's naked back appreciatively, sounding slightly distracted) Um... rum and coke, I think. He made one for you if you want it.
Chip: Yeah, definitely when I get out. Tonight's plans consist of getting wasted and sleeping. (blinks at Brad) Uh, I'm going to shut the door now, Brad...
Brad: Shut the door? (smirks and puts a hand on the door, holding it open, and stepping up to Chip, forcing him back a little) Why would you want to do that?
Chip: (backs away from Brad a little, blinking at him) So that I can shower? I've found that most people close the door, Brad.
Brad: (continues advancing, forcing Chip back until he can shut the door. does so and locks it. smirks triumphantly) There. It's shut. Let's shower.
Chip: (eyes Brad and then starts a little) Wait, as in... as in you and me? I, uhh... I don't think that's a good idea...
Brad: (shrugs, smiling slightly) Why not? (pulls off his shirt and drops it on the ground) Conserving water is good for the ecosystem and all that jazz.
Chip: I... --(watches Brad remove his shirt, shrugging a little, now, and turning around to get the water going) Well, all right. I suppose. You've just... -- This is a new thing.
Brad: (starts taking his shoes and socks off but pauses, startled) All right? Really?
Chip: (can't help a slight wince) What? You didn't want me to agree or something, Brad?
Brad: (watching Chip curiously, his hands resting on his fly, voice uncharacteristically soft) No, I just didn't expect you to. (smiles slightly) I was expecting you to put up more of a fight.
Chip: (laughs a little nervously) I'm, uhh... I'm sorry? (shuffles his weight from foot to foot, now, and looks down at the ground)
Brad: (undoes his jeans and slides them and his underwear down. steps out of them and goes over to Chip, lightly touching his back)
Chip: (starts, a little, at this) Uuhh... how hot do you like the water to be? Everyone's different, you know.
Brad: (runs his index finger down Chip's spine) However hot you want it is fine with me.
Chip: (shudders at this and nods his head) Okay. It's ready if you're good to step in. (goes about removing his pants and underwear, as well)
Brad: (doesn't go in but watches Chip thoughtfully, not smiling) You know... I think today was the first time I ever saw you naked.
Chip: I... -- (cuts himself off, shaking his head and blushing horribly) I'm sorry. Here, I'll get dressed and leave, okay?
Brad: (frowns slightly. gets beside Chip, grasping his shoulder and turning him to press him against the wall next to the tub. holds him there, hands pressing Chip's shoulders against the tile, standing close enough that their chests brush when Brad breathes in. speaking very quietly) Don't. Please.
Chip: (still can't quite look Brad in the eye but he nods his head at him) Okay. I won't.
Brad: (sighs and loosens his hold on Chip but doesn't remove his hands. rubs his thumb over one of Chip's shoulders) If you really want me to go, I'll go. I don't want to make you uncomfortable.
Chip: Mm. (looks up from the floor and manages a very small smile at Brad) No. I don't want you to go.
Brad: (smiles back and presses Chip against the wall a little harder) What do you want?
Chip: For you to tell me why you're suddenly all for showering together?
Brad: Because, well... (looks past Chip, staring at the wall just to the side of his head, and pushes his hips forward, pressing his erection against Chip's hip) ...because you're kind of doing this to me right now.
Chip: (kind of smirks at Brad) Am I, now? I'm good. I wasn't even trying.
Brad: (meets Chip's eyes again, surprised) You're not freaked out or mad at me or disgusted?
Chip: (makes a slight face at Brad) Why in the Hell would I be any of those things? I mean, you're having an
effect on me, too, here...
Brad: (shrugs, smiling now) Because I'm your best friend? Because this is probably a really, really bad idea?
Chip: (frowns at Brad) How do you figure?
Brad: (shrugs) What if we fuck it up? What if I lose you?
Chip: (laughs a little) You have me pressed against a wall. I don't think I'm going anywhere.
Brad: (smiles again and then hesitates before leaning in and kissing Chip softly)
Chip: (makes a happy, little sound at this and kisses Brad back)
Brad: (makes a happy little sound himself and slides one arm around Chip's waist, placing the other on the back of his head and kissing him harder)
Chip: (rests his arms on Brad's shoulders; pulling him yet closer, slightly)
Brad: (pulls back after another moment and rests his forehead against Chip's) That was... (licks his lips) That was really nice, and (smirks) only a tiny bit weird, but I don't think I care anymore.
Chip: Mm. No, me neither. (is smiling at Brad)
Brad: (smiles widely at Chip) Good. Now, this is going to sound a little weird, but I really want to suck on your penis.
Chip: (blinks at Brad and then bursts out laughing) Even during sexual acts you're still a moron. But an amusing moron.
Brad: (raises his eyebrows, smiling) An amusing moron who has permission to suck on your penis? (calms slightly, still smiling) I wanted to do that earlier, you know, but I didn't think you wanted me touching you.
Chip: (laughs) Yeah, you've permission. An' why would you think that?
Brad: (shrugs, still smiling slightly) It would have been weird. I mean, did you even want me there?
Chip: Brad. (grins and takes Brad into his hand and strokes lightly) Shut up.
Brad: (gasps and clutches Chip's arms, smiling delightedly) Did you want me to shut myself up with this? (slides one of his hands down Chip's front, wrapping his hand around Chip's erection)
Chip: (parts his lips and lets out a slight breath; clutching at one of Brad's arms, as well, and quickens his own stroking a little) Yeah... that'd work.
Brad: (stroking Chip a little faster now and leaning against him slightly) But then you'd have to stop, wouldn't you?
Chip: (breath hitches a little and he shakes his head) No, why would I? (speeds up a bit)
Brad: (leans his forehead against Chip's shoulder, breathing heavily) Because... I want to go down... on you... I'd be... out... out of reach.
Chip: (his voice is quiet) So I can go second. (quickens his pace once more; is smiling at Brad's head on his shoulder)
Brad: (simply nods, taking his hand off Chip to clutch both of his upper arms, making small, breathy, whining sounds now)
Chip: (smiles even wider at that and leans forward to kiss Brad on his neck) I like the sounds, Brad.
Brad: (attempts to murmur some sort of thank you, but it comes out closer to a moan. presses his forehead against Chip's neck, just breathing those tiny, breathy whining breaths, obviously getting close)
Chip: (is smiling at Brad's tiny, breathy whining breaths, continuing on a little faster than before, now) You want to know something?
Brad: (makes some tiny sound of question, clutching Chip's arms tighter)
Chip: (leans forward to lightly kiss Brad's neck) I don't have a "thing" for Wayne... and I'm still not too sure how you people figured that I do. I think you're all insane. (can't help a slight smirk) I do, however, have a "thing" for you.
Brad: (mumbled against Chip's neck) Oh, God... (tenses then and comes, pressing his face into Chip's neck and whispering his name. slumps against him, breathing heavily. gives a little laugh, speaking a little breathily) That... that's probably not good...
Chip: (frowns a little) Why's that probably not good?
Brad: (breathes in deeply and kisses the side of Chip's neck) Because I have a little bit of a thing for you, too. And if we're not careful... I mean... how do you feel about Wayne?
Chip: (trails a hand, idly, up the length of Brad's arm, resting it against the back of Brad's neck) Wayne's cute and nice and sweet and funny. I just... I don't like him in that manner. No offense.
Brad: (pulls back slightly to look Chip in the eye) So...? (frowns) Fuck. What... what do you think about the whole threesome thing, then? Do you want to do that? Or...?
Chip: (frowns at Brad and, not being able to look him in the eye right now, not quite, he looks down at the ground) I... -- I'm not fond of it, no. I'd much rather just be with you. But I don't want to hurt Wayne. And you're kind of in love with Wayne, so...
Brad: (takes a step back and runs a hand through his hair) Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. (shakes his head and then steps forward again and wraps his arms around Chip, speaking quietly) I just figured this thing out with you. I don't want to have to choose. I know that makes me horrible, but I can't leave him, and I can't forget you, either.
Chip: (is making a slight face at Brad) So... even if Wayne and I don't like each other quite that way, then, you still want us to act as though we do so that you won't have to choose between us? (shakes his head at Brad, shifting a little closer to him, still, and resting his cheek against Brad's shoulder) Besides, that's not what I meant, either. I don't want you to leave Wayne.
Brad: (sighs and holds Chip a little tighter) No, that's not what I meant. I just really don't want to have to choose between you... I know I'm probably going to have to. (smiles slightly) And I know you don't want me to leave Wayne. You're just a big old sweetheart like that. (kisses his shoulder) You're a dork.
Chip: (is scowling good-naturedly) Don't make me hurt you, Sherwood. The fact that I have a crush on you will not save you from my wrath.
Brad: (pulls back to smirk at Chip) You have a crush on me? How cute. (smile fades slowly as he watches Chip. leans in and kisses him softly)
Chip: (is smiling and then wholeheartedly kisses Brad back; wrapping his arms loosely about Brad's waist, as well, drawing him a little closer)
Brad: (pulls back, slowly, after a moment, smiling. takes Chip's hands in his and pulls him toward the shower) You still wanted to get clean, right?
Chip: (starts at the shower and then frowns a little) I'd actually forgotten I turned the thing on. (shrugs his shoulders and, nodding his head at Brad, he crosses over to the tub and steps inside)
Brad: (follows him into the shower, grinning) I still owe you, too.
Chip: (gives a little start at the tepid water, twisting around the knobs in search of a warmer temperature, and glances over at Brad, frowning) I'm sorry, what'd you say? It's a little chilly; I didn't hear you.
Brad: (wraps his arms around Chip's waist from behind, pulling him close and whispering, lips brushing the shell of his ear) I still want to go down on you. Would you like that?
Chip: (can't help a small shudder, leaning back against Brad a little, nodding his head at him) Yes. I would.
Brad: (smiles and kisses the back of Chip's shoulder, his hands wandering south) Did you find a temperature you like?
Chip: (breathing automatically deepens a little at Brad's wandering hands) Did I what? Temperature? (blinks a little and then shakes his head, smirking a bit, now) No. An' I don't really care about the water temperature right now, either.
Brad: (laughs and pulls Chip away from the tap, pushing him against the wall on the opposite side of the tub, with his back against the tile. kisses him quick and hard and then drops to his knees, fondling Chip and smiling up at him)
Chip: (presses back against the tile, making a small, little sound at what Brad's doing to him and manages a small smile back down at him) You're fast.
Brad: (snorts) No, I'm impatient. (smiles and kisses Chip's hip, stroking him very lightly and slowly)
Chip: Yeah, that too. (shifts a bit against the wall, making a slight whining sound at Brad's chosen speed) Quit teasing, Sherwood.
Brad: (playfully mocking) I wouldn't want to go too fast, though, would I? (kisses his hip again, slightly closer to where Chip really wants his mouth, still stroking him teasingly)
Chip: (gives a slight groan of lustful frustration, shifting a bit more against the wall) I am going to murder you for this, Brad.
Brad: (smirks up at Chip and then licks along the underside of his shaft) Murder me and you'll never get off.
Chip: (makes a breathy, little noise, leaning his head back against the tiles and allowing it to roll a little to one side) You're mean.
Brad: (smiles a little wistfully) And you're beautiful. (licks him again, watching him)
Chip: (makes another breathy, little noise and, squirming a little, once more, he makes a slight face down at Brad) You okay?
Brad: (smiles up at him and nods) Yeah, of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?
Chip: (gives a vague, little shrug at Brad) You looked a little sad or something, is all. You gotta remember I'm a psych major... it's my job t'notice these things.
Brad: (shakes his head, smiling) Not sad, no. Not at all. Maybe feeling a little stupid that it took me this long to make a move on you, but no, not sad. (puts his hands on Chip's hips and licks his erection again) We could keep discussing this, or I could fix this little problem you have...
Chip: (was watching Brad with a small, thoughtful smile but then gives a little jerk at what Brad does; breath hitching a little bit more and pressing closer to the tiles, still) I'm for both. If you... you need to talk, go ahead...
Brad: (smiles genuinely up at Chip and then slowly rises to his feet. kisses along his shoulder and then up the side of this neck. pauses and then whispers against Chip's ear) I think I... (smiles and shakes his head) Never mind. (presses his body against Chip's, taking the back of his head in his hand and kissing him softly)
Chip: (kisses Brad back, making a small whining sound in the back of his throat and pulling away not long after; he rests his forehead against Brad's, smiling, still, and trailing a hand back up Brad's back) You're such a tease, Sherwood.
Brad: (just stays that way for a moment, smiling, eyes closed. eventually pulls back and opens his eyes again, smirking) Time for me to stop teasing, you think? (reaches down to stroke Chip slowly)
Chip: (makes another small whining sound, leaning forward and resting his forehead against Brad's shoulder) I don't wanna boost your ego, here, Brad, but you really are driving me crazy, here. And don't mock me.
Brad: (smiles softly) I'm not going to mock you, and I think it's time I took care of you... (gets back down on his knees and strokes Chip a few more times before finally taking him in his mouth)
Chip: (can't help a breathy, little moan, here, and nearly loses his footing on the slippery surface. he catches himself, however, by placing a hand against the tiles; leaning his head a little to one side) Damn, Brad...
Brad: (pulls back and smiles innocently, placing his hands on Chip's hips again, keeping him in place) Yes? Oh, did you want me to stop?
Chip: (gives a sound that is very close to a sob; blinking down at Brad a little, pouting and frowning all at once) Evil bastard.
Brad: (laughs and kisses Chip's hip quickly before taking him back in his mouth)
Chip: (can't help a quiet, little moan; clutching at Brad's shoulders a bit)
Brad: (pulls back again and rests his forehead against Chip's hip) If you keep making noises like that, you're going to get me hard again.
Chip: (makes a disgruntled sound when Brad pulls away once more and slides down the tiles to face him. mock-scowling a little, and not really being able to hide a playful... and very lustful... smile, he quickly presses Brad back against the wall of tiles behind him; leaning forward and, without any hesitation, kissing him a bit passionately)
Brad: (laughs, startled, and kisses him back just as passionately)
Chip: (starts a little when Brad laughs and then laughs himself; pulling away from Brad and resting his forehead against his shoulder, once more) I hate you right now, I want you to know this.
Brad: (chuckles) Maybe if you'd stop being so damned sexy I'd be able to concentrate for half a second.
Chip: (snickers into Brad's shoulder) What do you want me to do? Pick my nose?
Brad: (makes a face) Ew. No, just (nudges him a little) move. I can't suck on your penis from this angle.
Chip: (shifts around, frowning a little at Brad) How should I sit, then?
Brad: On the edge of the tub?
Chip: (shrugs) That'll work. (shifts around and perches on the edge of the tub)
Brad: (kneels between his legs and smiles up at Chip) All this stopping and starting isn't really getting on your nerves, is it?
Chip: What? Of course not. The fact that I want to drown you right about now? (makes a dismissive hand gesture) Totally unrelated.
Brad: (frowns a little) No, I know it's frustrating, but you're not mad at me, right?
Chip: (makes a face at Brad, laughing a little and shaking his head) God, no. Why would I be? I'm teasing you.
Brad: (smiles and shrugs) Just making sure. (smirks) I think I'm having too much fun. (loosely curls his hand around the base of Chip's erection, licking the tip and watching him)
Chip: (his mouth opens a little and a small, breathless sound soon follows)
Brad: (takes Chip back into his mouth, going at it seriously now)
Chip: (gives a soft moan of "Oh, God" and clutches at Brad's shoulders a little once again)
Brad: (is gripping Chip's hips; hands tighten a little at Chip's words, and he goes a little faster)
Chip: (makes a quiet, little "Ah" kind of sound when Brad starts to go faster and tightens his hands, a bit, on Brad's shoulders)
Chip: (doesn't take that much longer. comes some time later; calling Brad's name quietly)
Brad: (swallows and then sits back, leaning against the side of the tub and smiling at Chip) Chip: (is catching his breath, still, but manages a small smile back) Only took you an hour. (laughs a little) I'm kidding.
Brad: (laughs) You know you liked that. Better that than I go too quick.
Chip: (genuinely smiles at Brad) Yeah. I did like it.
Brad: (smiles back at Chip for a moment and then shifts and gets to his feet, reaching out a hand to help Chip up) Did you want to actually take that shower now, or do you think we've used up all the hot water on campus?
Chip: (laughs at Brad and nudges against him a little) I think we've used up all the hot water for a couple of schools. Let's just get out an' make sure Jeff and Wayne haven't died.
Brad: (nudges back against Chip and then kisses him softly. pulls back and shuts off the water and grabs a couple towels for them, handing one to Chip)
Chip: (smiles at Brad, accepting the towel and going about drying himself off)
Brad: (dries himself off as well and then wraps the towel around his waist and looks to Chip) We're not going out any more tonight, are we? I was thinking of just putting my bed clothes on.
Chip: Nah, I don't think we are. (is wrapping his towel about his waist, as well)
Brad: (gathers his clothes and goes to the door, unlocking it but pausing then with his hand on the door knob and frowns) What's going to happen when we leave the bathroom?
Chip: Oh. (blinks at Brad, dropping his eyes down to the ground and not being able to hide the sadness in his voice) I guess... -- You with Wayne, and I'll go back to... to... chasing Colin, I guess.
Brad: (frowns more and turns back face Chip) You're kidding, right? You seriously think I'm just going to forget this happened?
Chip: (gives Brad a little shrug and does not look up from the ground) I wasn't sure, actually. I... I... know how much Wayne means to you, and I... (trails off)
Brad: (drops his clothes and goes over to Chip, tilting his chin up and trying to meet his eyes) What about how much you mean to me?
Chip: (is still adamantly refusing to meet Brad's eyes; is looking, instead, at the wall just beyond Brad's right shoulder) I'm your best friend, Brad. Wayne's your boyfriend.
Brad: (frowns sadly and sighs, speaking softly) Yes. I know, but... (shakes his head and looks away)
Chip: (sighs, as well, and wraps an arm about his middle and continues frowning down at the ground)
Brad: (continues to stare at the wall for a moment and then groans, frustrated, and runs a hand through his hair, looking back to Chip) Okay, this is stupid. The thing is that I think I might be in love with you, or... or something. I don't know. I know I care about you a lot, though, and more than just as a friend, and... and I don't know, but I'm not forgetting about this, Chip.
Chip: (starts but then smiles widely at what Brad's saying to him) You... you think you're in love with me? Same here, actually. Uuhh... can I, you know... -- Can I have a hug?
Brad: (smiles back and nods, visibly relaxing. scoops Chip into a tight hug)
Chip: (makes a happy, little noise and returns Brad's tight hug)
Brad: (pulls back after a moment, smiling, still, but a little sadly) I think I need to talk to Wayne.
Chip: (starts at this and frowns) About what?
Brad: (shakes his head slightly) About this. About what I plan on doing about it.
Chip: (frown deepens and he rubs at one of his arms) I'm feeling the need to apologize...
Brad: (frowns and cups his hand over one of Chip's cheek and then leans in and kisses him gently, speaking softly) Don't you dare. This is my life, and I'm taking responsibility for it.
Chip: (smiles at the kiss and then nods; taking one of Brad's hands in both of his and tugging a little) 'Kay. How about we go and change? It's starting to get a little cold standing around.
Brad: (smiles and nods. turns back to the door and opens it. looks briefly into the living room, thinks nothing of not seeing anyone and then goes to his room to change)
asuka14 and I did back when we were doing this AU Whose Line RP. It's one of my favorite sex scenes we've ever done. I'm not sure why. But I think it's where my liking of both Brad & Chip as a couple started as well Brad being a tease during sex. *smirks* She expressed interest in seeing it, so here it is.And yes it is in script format, AND it's just one scene of a larger story, so I'm just going to post it here rather than to the comm. But if you want some Brad/Chip bathroom!sex, feel free to read. I guess I'll do one of those things....
(Untitled)
Authors: Clay & Lyndsey
Pairing: Brad/Chip
Rating: NC-17
Summary: *cracks knuckles* Okay, to give you an idea of what's happening. We decided to do an AU RP where Ryan, Colin & Greg were teachers at a college and Brad, Chip, Wayne & Jeff were students. There's more plot than this going on, obviously, but the relevant stuff is: Brad & Chip are best friends & roommates. Brad is dating Wayne. However, both Brad & Wayne think that Chip likes Wayne, so Brad wants to try out this three way relationship thing in order to make everyone happy. And the three of them had sex earlier, but Brad is still trying to get Chip comfortable with the idea of seeing him naked, not knowing that Chip actually likes Brad. Not Wayne. Confused? ^_^ Don't worry, it's mostly sex.
Word Count: 4,050
Brad: (sits his glass down and saunters back into the living room) Esten! What're you doing right now?
Chip: (raises an eyebrow at Brad) Showering. (gets up onto his feet and starts for the bathroom)
Brad: (follows Chip) Showering? Sounds like a good idea.
Chip: (nods his head at Brad and gives a little yawn) Yes, it does, doesn't it? (sits down on his bed and leans back against the headboard) I'm tired. It's been a long ass day. (blinks and glances over at Brad) What time is it, anyway? You know?
Brad: (looks over at Chip's alarm clock) Um... seven... twenty... three or eight. I can't tell at this distance. (smiles at Chip) So... how do you plan on taking a shower in your bed?
Chip: (is smirking a little) Well, since it's seven twenty three and or eight, my goal is the shower by eight twenty three and or eight.
Brad: (walks over to Chip, slowly, smiling innocently) Why don't you take a shower now? Once you get it over with, you'll feel all clean and refreshed, and then you can drink with us. We can play Twister and everything.
Chip: (pouts) 'Cause that involves moving. And what is it with you people and Twister?
Brad: (shrugs, still smiling innocently) You don't have to move. I could carry you. Strip you and everything. (smirks a little) And maybe I just like Twister because it usually gets me close to your ass.
Chip: (raises an eyebrow at Brad) You're drunk, aren't you? (shifts to the edge of the bed and stands back up; starting for the bathroom) Very, very drunk.
Brad: (frowns and follows him) I am not drunk! I'm a little tipsy, maybe, but I know what I'm saying!
Chip: (laughs and slips out of his shirt on the way) What's Jeff giving you to drink, I wonder?
Brad: (eyes Chip's naked back appreciatively, sounding slightly distracted) Um... rum and coke, I think. He made one for you if you want it.
Chip: Yeah, definitely when I get out. Tonight's plans consist of getting wasted and sleeping. (blinks at Brad) Uh, I'm going to shut the door now, Brad...
Brad: Shut the door? (smirks and puts a hand on the door, holding it open, and stepping up to Chip, forcing him back a little) Why would you want to do that?
Chip: (backs away from Brad a little, blinking at him) So that I can shower? I've found that most people close the door, Brad.
Brad: (continues advancing, forcing Chip back until he can shut the door. does so and locks it. smirks triumphantly) There. It's shut. Let's shower.
Chip: (eyes Brad and then starts a little) Wait, as in... as in you and me? I, uhh... I don't think that's a good idea...
Brad: (shrugs, smiling slightly) Why not? (pulls off his shirt and drops it on the ground) Conserving water is good for the ecosystem and all that jazz.
Chip: I... --(watches Brad remove his shirt, shrugging a little, now, and turning around to get the water going) Well, all right. I suppose. You've just... -- This is a new thing.
Brad: (starts taking his shoes and socks off but pauses, startled) All right? Really?
Chip: (can't help a slight wince) What? You didn't want me to agree or something, Brad?
Brad: (watching Chip curiously, his hands resting on his fly, voice uncharacteristically soft) No, I just didn't expect you to. (smiles slightly) I was expecting you to put up more of a fight.
Chip: (laughs a little nervously) I'm, uhh... I'm sorry? (shuffles his weight from foot to foot, now, and looks down at the ground)
Brad: (undoes his jeans and slides them and his underwear down. steps out of them and goes over to Chip, lightly touching his back)
Chip: (starts, a little, at this) Uuhh... how hot do you like the water to be? Everyone's different, you know.
Brad: (runs his index finger down Chip's spine) However hot you want it is fine with me.
Chip: (shudders at this and nods his head) Okay. It's ready if you're good to step in. (goes about removing his pants and underwear, as well)
Brad: (doesn't go in but watches Chip thoughtfully, not smiling) You know... I think today was the first time I ever saw you naked.
Chip: I... -- (cuts himself off, shaking his head and blushing horribly) I'm sorry. Here, I'll get dressed and leave, okay?
Brad: (frowns slightly. gets beside Chip, grasping his shoulder and turning him to press him against the wall next to the tub. holds him there, hands pressing Chip's shoulders against the tile, standing close enough that their chests brush when Brad breathes in. speaking very quietly) Don't. Please.
Chip: (still can't quite look Brad in the eye but he nods his head at him) Okay. I won't.
Brad: (sighs and loosens his hold on Chip but doesn't remove his hands. rubs his thumb over one of Chip's shoulders) If you really want me to go, I'll go. I don't want to make you uncomfortable.
Chip: Mm. (looks up from the floor and manages a very small smile at Brad) No. I don't want you to go.
Brad: (smiles back and presses Chip against the wall a little harder) What do you want?
Chip: For you to tell me why you're suddenly all for showering together?
Brad: Because, well... (looks past Chip, staring at the wall just to the side of his head, and pushes his hips forward, pressing his erection against Chip's hip) ...because you're kind of doing this to me right now.
Chip: (kind of smirks at Brad) Am I, now? I'm good. I wasn't even trying.
Brad: (meets Chip's eyes again, surprised) You're not freaked out or mad at me or disgusted?
Chip: (makes a slight face at Brad) Why in the Hell would I be any of those things? I mean, you're having an
effect on me, too, here...
Brad: (shrugs, smiling now) Because I'm your best friend? Because this is probably a really, really bad idea?
Chip: (frowns at Brad) How do you figure?
Brad: (shrugs) What if we fuck it up? What if I lose you?
Chip: (laughs a little) You have me pressed against a wall. I don't think I'm going anywhere.
Brad: (smiles again and then hesitates before leaning in and kissing Chip softly)
Chip: (makes a happy, little sound at this and kisses Brad back)
Brad: (makes a happy little sound himself and slides one arm around Chip's waist, placing the other on the back of his head and kissing him harder)
Chip: (rests his arms on Brad's shoulders; pulling him yet closer, slightly)
Brad: (pulls back after another moment and rests his forehead against Chip's) That was... (licks his lips) That was really nice, and (smirks) only a tiny bit weird, but I don't think I care anymore.
Chip: Mm. No, me neither. (is smiling at Brad)
Brad: (smiles widely at Chip) Good. Now, this is going to sound a little weird, but I really want to suck on your penis.
Chip: (blinks at Brad and then bursts out laughing) Even during sexual acts you're still a moron. But an amusing moron.
Brad: (raises his eyebrows, smiling) An amusing moron who has permission to suck on your penis? (calms slightly, still smiling) I wanted to do that earlier, you know, but I didn't think you wanted me touching you.
Chip: (laughs) Yeah, you've permission. An' why would you think that?
Brad: (shrugs, still smiling slightly) It would have been weird. I mean, did you even want me there?
Chip: Brad. (grins and takes Brad into his hand and strokes lightly) Shut up.
Brad: (gasps and clutches Chip's arms, smiling delightedly) Did you want me to shut myself up with this? (slides one of his hands down Chip's front, wrapping his hand around Chip's erection)
Chip: (parts his lips and lets out a slight breath; clutching at one of Brad's arms, as well, and quickens his own stroking a little) Yeah... that'd work.
Brad: (stroking Chip a little faster now and leaning against him slightly) But then you'd have to stop, wouldn't you?
Chip: (breath hitches a little and he shakes his head) No, why would I? (speeds up a bit)
Brad: (leans his forehead against Chip's shoulder, breathing heavily) Because... I want to go down... on you... I'd be... out... out of reach.
Chip: (his voice is quiet) So I can go second. (quickens his pace once more; is smiling at Brad's head on his shoulder)
Brad: (simply nods, taking his hand off Chip to clutch both of his upper arms, making small, breathy, whining sounds now)
Chip: (smiles even wider at that and leans forward to kiss Brad on his neck) I like the sounds, Brad.
Brad: (attempts to murmur some sort of thank you, but it comes out closer to a moan. presses his forehead against Chip's neck, just breathing those tiny, breathy whining breaths, obviously getting close)
Chip: (is smiling at Brad's tiny, breathy whining breaths, continuing on a little faster than before, now) You want to know something?
Brad: (makes some tiny sound of question, clutching Chip's arms tighter)
Chip: (leans forward to lightly kiss Brad's neck) I don't have a "thing" for Wayne... and I'm still not too sure how you people figured that I do. I think you're all insane. (can't help a slight smirk) I do, however, have a "thing" for you.
Brad: (mumbled against Chip's neck) Oh, God... (tenses then and comes, pressing his face into Chip's neck and whispering his name. slumps against him, breathing heavily. gives a little laugh, speaking a little breathily) That... that's probably not good...
Chip: (frowns a little) Why's that probably not good?
Brad: (breathes in deeply and kisses the side of Chip's neck) Because I have a little bit of a thing for you, too. And if we're not careful... I mean... how do you feel about Wayne?
Chip: (trails a hand, idly, up the length of Brad's arm, resting it against the back of Brad's neck) Wayne's cute and nice and sweet and funny. I just... I don't like him in that manner. No offense.
Brad: (pulls back slightly to look Chip in the eye) So...? (frowns) Fuck. What... what do you think about the whole threesome thing, then? Do you want to do that? Or...?
Chip: (frowns at Brad and, not being able to look him in the eye right now, not quite, he looks down at the ground) I... -- I'm not fond of it, no. I'd much rather just be with you. But I don't want to hurt Wayne. And you're kind of in love with Wayne, so...
Brad: (takes a step back and runs a hand through his hair) Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. (shakes his head and then steps forward again and wraps his arms around Chip, speaking quietly) I just figured this thing out with you. I don't want to have to choose. I know that makes me horrible, but I can't leave him, and I can't forget you, either.
Chip: (is making a slight face at Brad) So... even if Wayne and I don't like each other quite that way, then, you still want us to act as though we do so that you won't have to choose between us? (shakes his head at Brad, shifting a little closer to him, still, and resting his cheek against Brad's shoulder) Besides, that's not what I meant, either. I don't want you to leave Wayne.
Brad: (sighs and holds Chip a little tighter) No, that's not what I meant. I just really don't want to have to choose between you... I know I'm probably going to have to. (smiles slightly) And I know you don't want me to leave Wayne. You're just a big old sweetheart like that. (kisses his shoulder) You're a dork.
Chip: (is scowling good-naturedly) Don't make me hurt you, Sherwood. The fact that I have a crush on you will not save you from my wrath.
Brad: (pulls back to smirk at Chip) You have a crush on me? How cute. (smile fades slowly as he watches Chip. leans in and kisses him softly)
Chip: (is smiling and then wholeheartedly kisses Brad back; wrapping his arms loosely about Brad's waist, as well, drawing him a little closer)
Brad: (pulls back, slowly, after a moment, smiling. takes Chip's hands in his and pulls him toward the shower) You still wanted to get clean, right?
Chip: (starts at the shower and then frowns a little) I'd actually forgotten I turned the thing on. (shrugs his shoulders and, nodding his head at Brad, he crosses over to the tub and steps inside)
Brad: (follows him into the shower, grinning) I still owe you, too.
Chip: (gives a little start at the tepid water, twisting around the knobs in search of a warmer temperature, and glances over at Brad, frowning) I'm sorry, what'd you say? It's a little chilly; I didn't hear you.
Brad: (wraps his arms around Chip's waist from behind, pulling him close and whispering, lips brushing the shell of his ear) I still want to go down on you. Would you like that?
Chip: (can't help a small shudder, leaning back against Brad a little, nodding his head at him) Yes. I would.
Brad: (smiles and kisses the back of Chip's shoulder, his hands wandering south) Did you find a temperature you like?
Chip: (breathing automatically deepens a little at Brad's wandering hands) Did I what? Temperature? (blinks a little and then shakes his head, smirking a bit, now) No. An' I don't really care about the water temperature right now, either.
Brad: (laughs and pulls Chip away from the tap, pushing him against the wall on the opposite side of the tub, with his back against the tile. kisses him quick and hard and then drops to his knees, fondling Chip and smiling up at him)
Chip: (presses back against the tile, making a small, little sound at what Brad's doing to him and manages a small smile back down at him) You're fast.
Brad: (snorts) No, I'm impatient. (smiles and kisses Chip's hip, stroking him very lightly and slowly)
Chip: Yeah, that too. (shifts a bit against the wall, making a slight whining sound at Brad's chosen speed) Quit teasing, Sherwood.
Brad: (playfully mocking) I wouldn't want to go too fast, though, would I? (kisses his hip again, slightly closer to where Chip really wants his mouth, still stroking him teasingly)
Chip: (gives a slight groan of lustful frustration, shifting a bit more against the wall) I am going to murder you for this, Brad.
Brad: (smirks up at Chip and then licks along the underside of his shaft) Murder me and you'll never get off.
Chip: (makes a breathy, little noise, leaning his head back against the tiles and allowing it to roll a little to one side) You're mean.
Brad: (smiles a little wistfully) And you're beautiful. (licks him again, watching him)
Chip: (makes another breathy, little noise and, squirming a little, once more, he makes a slight face down at Brad) You okay?
Brad: (smiles up at him and nods) Yeah, of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?
Chip: (gives a vague, little shrug at Brad) You looked a little sad or something, is all. You gotta remember I'm a psych major... it's my job t'notice these things.
Brad: (shakes his head, smiling) Not sad, no. Not at all. Maybe feeling a little stupid that it took me this long to make a move on you, but no, not sad. (puts his hands on Chip's hips and licks his erection again) We could keep discussing this, or I could fix this little problem you have...
Chip: (was watching Brad with a small, thoughtful smile but then gives a little jerk at what Brad does; breath hitching a little bit more and pressing closer to the tiles, still) I'm for both. If you... you need to talk, go ahead...
Brad: (smiles genuinely up at Chip and then slowly rises to his feet. kisses along his shoulder and then up the side of this neck. pauses and then whispers against Chip's ear) I think I... (smiles and shakes his head) Never mind. (presses his body against Chip's, taking the back of his head in his hand and kissing him softly)
Chip: (kisses Brad back, making a small whining sound in the back of his throat and pulling away not long after; he rests his forehead against Brad's, smiling, still, and trailing a hand back up Brad's back) You're such a tease, Sherwood.
Brad: (just stays that way for a moment, smiling, eyes closed. eventually pulls back and opens his eyes again, smirking) Time for me to stop teasing, you think? (reaches down to stroke Chip slowly)
Chip: (makes another small whining sound, leaning forward and resting his forehead against Brad's shoulder) I don't wanna boost your ego, here, Brad, but you really are driving me crazy, here. And don't mock me.
Brad: (smiles softly) I'm not going to mock you, and I think it's time I took care of you... (gets back down on his knees and strokes Chip a few more times before finally taking him in his mouth)
Chip: (can't help a breathy, little moan, here, and nearly loses his footing on the slippery surface. he catches himself, however, by placing a hand against the tiles; leaning his head a little to one side) Damn, Brad...
Brad: (pulls back and smiles innocently, placing his hands on Chip's hips again, keeping him in place) Yes? Oh, did you want me to stop?
Chip: (gives a sound that is very close to a sob; blinking down at Brad a little, pouting and frowning all at once) Evil bastard.
Brad: (laughs and kisses Chip's hip quickly before taking him back in his mouth)
Chip: (can't help a quiet, little moan; clutching at Brad's shoulders a bit)
Brad: (pulls back again and rests his forehead against Chip's hip) If you keep making noises like that, you're going to get me hard again.
Chip: (makes a disgruntled sound when Brad pulls away once more and slides down the tiles to face him. mock-scowling a little, and not really being able to hide a playful... and very lustful... smile, he quickly presses Brad back against the wall of tiles behind him; leaning forward and, without any hesitation, kissing him a bit passionately)
Brad: (laughs, startled, and kisses him back just as passionately)
Chip: (starts a little when Brad laughs and then laughs himself; pulling away from Brad and resting his forehead against his shoulder, once more) I hate you right now, I want you to know this.
Brad: (chuckles) Maybe if you'd stop being so damned sexy I'd be able to concentrate for half a second.
Chip: (snickers into Brad's shoulder) What do you want me to do? Pick my nose?
Brad: (makes a face) Ew. No, just (nudges him a little) move. I can't suck on your penis from this angle.
Chip: (shifts around, frowning a little at Brad) How should I sit, then?
Brad: On the edge of the tub?
Chip: (shrugs) That'll work. (shifts around and perches on the edge of the tub)
Brad: (kneels between his legs and smiles up at Chip) All this stopping and starting isn't really getting on your nerves, is it?
Chip: What? Of course not. The fact that I want to drown you right about now? (makes a dismissive hand gesture) Totally unrelated.
Brad: (frowns a little) No, I know it's frustrating, but you're not mad at me, right?
Chip: (makes a face at Brad, laughing a little and shaking his head) God, no. Why would I be? I'm teasing you.
Brad: (smiles and shrugs) Just making sure. (smirks) I think I'm having too much fun. (loosely curls his hand around the base of Chip's erection, licking the tip and watching him)
Chip: (his mouth opens a little and a small, breathless sound soon follows)
Brad: (takes Chip back into his mouth, going at it seriously now)
Chip: (gives a soft moan of "Oh, God" and clutches at Brad's shoulders a little once again)
Brad: (is gripping Chip's hips; hands tighten a little at Chip's words, and he goes a little faster)
Chip: (makes a quiet, little "Ah" kind of sound when Brad starts to go faster and tightens his hands, a bit, on Brad's shoulders)
Chip: (doesn't take that much longer. comes some time later; calling Brad's name quietly)
Brad: (swallows and then sits back, leaning against the side of the tub and smiling at Chip) Chip: (is catching his breath, still, but manages a small smile back) Only took you an hour. (laughs a little) I'm kidding.
Brad: (laughs) You know you liked that. Better that than I go too quick.
Chip: (genuinely smiles at Brad) Yeah. I did like it.
Brad: (smiles back at Chip for a moment and then shifts and gets to his feet, reaching out a hand to help Chip up) Did you want to actually take that shower now, or do you think we've used up all the hot water on campus?
Chip: (laughs at Brad and nudges against him a little) I think we've used up all the hot water for a couple of schools. Let's just get out an' make sure Jeff and Wayne haven't died.
Brad: (nudges back against Chip and then kisses him softly. pulls back and shuts off the water and grabs a couple towels for them, handing one to Chip)
Chip: (smiles at Brad, accepting the towel and going about drying himself off)
Brad: (dries himself off as well and then wraps the towel around his waist and looks to Chip) We're not going out any more tonight, are we? I was thinking of just putting my bed clothes on.
Chip: Nah, I don't think we are. (is wrapping his towel about his waist, as well)
Brad: (gathers his clothes and goes to the door, unlocking it but pausing then with his hand on the door knob and frowns) What's going to happen when we leave the bathroom?
Chip: Oh. (blinks at Brad, dropping his eyes down to the ground and not being able to hide the sadness in his voice) I guess... -- You with Wayne, and I'll go back to... to... chasing Colin, I guess.
Brad: (frowns more and turns back face Chip) You're kidding, right? You seriously think I'm just going to forget this happened?
Chip: (gives Brad a little shrug and does not look up from the ground) I wasn't sure, actually. I... I... know how much Wayne means to you, and I... (trails off)
Brad: (drops his clothes and goes over to Chip, tilting his chin up and trying to meet his eyes) What about how much you mean to me?
Chip: (is still adamantly refusing to meet Brad's eyes; is looking, instead, at the wall just beyond Brad's right shoulder) I'm your best friend, Brad. Wayne's your boyfriend.
Brad: (frowns sadly and sighs, speaking softly) Yes. I know, but... (shakes his head and looks away)
Chip: (sighs, as well, and wraps an arm about his middle and continues frowning down at the ground)
Brad: (continues to stare at the wall for a moment and then groans, frustrated, and runs a hand through his hair, looking back to Chip) Okay, this is stupid. The thing is that I think I might be in love with you, or... or something. I don't know. I know I care about you a lot, though, and more than just as a friend, and... and I don't know, but I'm not forgetting about this, Chip.
Chip: (starts but then smiles widely at what Brad's saying to him) You... you think you're in love with me? Same here, actually. Uuhh... can I, you know... -- Can I have a hug?
Brad: (smiles back and nods, visibly relaxing. scoops Chip into a tight hug)
Chip: (makes a happy, little noise and returns Brad's tight hug)
Brad: (pulls back after a moment, smiling, still, but a little sadly) I think I need to talk to Wayne.
Chip: (starts at this and frowns) About what?
Brad: (shakes his head slightly) About this. About what I plan on doing about it.
Chip: (frown deepens and he rubs at one of his arms) I'm feeling the need to apologize...
Brad: (frowns and cups his hand over one of Chip's cheek and then leans in and kisses him gently, speaking softly) Don't you dare. This is my life, and I'm taking responsibility for it.
Chip: (smiles at the kiss and then nods; taking one of Brad's hands in both of his and tugging a little) 'Kay. How about we go and change? It's starting to get a little cold standing around.
Brad: (smiles and nods. turns back to the door and opens it. looks briefly into the living room, thinks nothing of not seeing anyone and then goes to his room to change)
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