Linkin Park, Brad/Chester, #036 Smell
Title Smoke
Fandom LP, Brad/Chester
Rating PG13
Prompt #036 Smell
Summary Chester smells.
“Could you not do that, please?” Brad asks, turning his face away.
“Why?” I ask and blow more smoke at him.
“Because it’s fucking disgusting and I’m through with smelling like an ashtray every time we go on a date.”
I roll my eyes. When Brad and I got together he asked if I smoke. I thought he was going to dump me right there on his doorstep. But he didn’t. He just tilted his head so he was looking down his nose at me and said, “I don’t like that you smoke.”
I do it anyway, though. I don’t like that he’s a lawyer, but I don’t go around telling him to quit his job.
“You don’t smell like an ashtray.” I protest. “Nobody does. Are you saying I smell?”
Not looking at me he says, “Yeah. That’s exactly what I’m saying.”
“Pfft. You smell.”
“Yeah I do now that you’ve blown your little toxic cloud all over me.”
“No, Brad, you smell anyway.” Which he does. Like soap and marshmallows. Which isn’t a bad thing, but I’m not going to tell him that.
He turns to me and glares, mouth open. “I do not!”
“Yeah you do! Like the inside of an ass, actually.” This is really starting to annoy him. What I’m not going to tell him is that I love how he smells. Especially after sex, when I just want to tear his skin off.
Probably, even after sex, I smell like cigarettes. But he started this stupid argument in the first place.
“Shut up, Chester, you’re just being an asshole now. All I asked you to do was stop smoking around me, you didn’t have to get so…” He trails off and looks away again.
“Brad…hey. Brad, you don’t smell.”
He doesn’t say anything so I shuffle my chair closer to his.
“Nobody in this entire restaurant thinks you smell.”
“No because all they can smell is smoke seeing as you made us sit in the smoking area, you freak.”
I’m trying to apologise here, but he doesn’t get it, so I stub my cigarette out angrily and fold my arms over my chest. “Fine. I’ll buy some fucking nicotine patches.”
“Fine.”
“Fine.”
“You still smell.”
“Fuck you, Brad.”
Fandom LP, Brad/Chester
Rating PG13
Prompt #036 Smell
Summary Chester smells.
“Could you not do that, please?” Brad asks, turning his face away.
“Why?” I ask and blow more smoke at him.
“Because it’s fucking disgusting and I’m through with smelling like an ashtray every time we go on a date.”
I roll my eyes. When Brad and I got together he asked if I smoke. I thought he was going to dump me right there on his doorstep. But he didn’t. He just tilted his head so he was looking down his nose at me and said, “I don’t like that you smoke.”
I do it anyway, though. I don’t like that he’s a lawyer, but I don’t go around telling him to quit his job.
“You don’t smell like an ashtray.” I protest. “Nobody does. Are you saying I smell?”
Not looking at me he says, “Yeah. That’s exactly what I’m saying.”
“Pfft. You smell.”
“Yeah I do now that you’ve blown your little toxic cloud all over me.”
“No, Brad, you smell anyway.” Which he does. Like soap and marshmallows. Which isn’t a bad thing, but I’m not going to tell him that.
He turns to me and glares, mouth open. “I do not!”
“Yeah you do! Like the inside of an ass, actually.” This is really starting to annoy him. What I’m not going to tell him is that I love how he smells. Especially after sex, when I just want to tear his skin off.
Probably, even after sex, I smell like cigarettes. But he started this stupid argument in the first place.
“Shut up, Chester, you’re just being an asshole now. All I asked you to do was stop smoking around me, you didn’t have to get so…” He trails off and looks away again.
“Brad…hey. Brad, you don’t smell.”
He doesn’t say anything so I shuffle my chair closer to his.
“Nobody in this entire restaurant thinks you smell.”
“No because all they can smell is smoke seeing as you made us sit in the smoking area, you freak.”
I’m trying to apologise here, but he doesn’t get it, so I stub my cigarette out angrily and fold my arms over my chest. “Fine. I’ll buy some fucking nicotine patches.”
“Fine.”
“Fine.”
“You still smell.”
“Fuck you, Brad.”