No Major Injuries
After a very enjoyable fifty seconds (or so), brad drew back and opened his eyes.
Words
At least he'd gotten brad out of the house. the brad of today was almost a different person. animated, eager, cheerful, even.
Some Sort of Context
Wallace breathed out a bit, and gave brad a look that made him feel pretty good about himself. and wasn't that what brad had wanted, after all?
Almost Let Go
"no problem," brad said. "it was the least i could do." "i don't even know your name..." the raccoon observed, with a little smile. "oh. brad. brad wilson. i, uh, saw yours on your paper. jonathon, right?"
Canned Goods
"come on, brad, don't be shy." "arright fine. if it'll shut you up." brad shoved a can of coffee to the back and dropped his husky voice into a low, smooth baritone.
Beginning to Solidify
So was brad. their tails flicked and swirled behind them; brad's was still caught in the hole in the rear of the seat. jonathon's was waving behind him, angled upward.
Oh, Real Subtle
Scratch work for brad, one of his sources on elevators, the homework for biochem that he'd been working on while brad puzzled his way through things he understood. brad chuckled a little. "relax. my class doesn't start for another thirty minutes."
The Verdict
brad looked at him, squirmed, nodded. "okay. sorry." "don't 'sorry'... just... here." jonathon reached out and took brad's paws in his own, holding gently. "i... i'm glad to see you too."
Just Do It
brad grinned slowly. "you won't balk when i tell you to grab my barbell, will you?" the raccoon's eyes widened a bit, and belatedly brad worried that was a bit much for a first date.
In A Different Light
They traipsed up the stairs, and brad pulled out his keys and unlocked the door.
The Intention
Then he worked progressively back up the wolf's muzzle, and brad met his lips with familiarity, affection, eagerness. they kissed, and jonathon tasted like brad smelled, and it was silly amounts of hot.
Over Drinks
brad took off his jacket, revealing a tight black shirt beneath it.