[crossover] Just like a brother (Adrian/?)
Title: Just like a brother
Fandom: RPS/?
Pairing: Adrian/?
Rating: R
Word Count: 549 (W)
Warning(s): It's crack, people. No, really. No coherency. You're warned.
Thanks to: snopes_faith, the coherent beta.
So, when he finds himself pushed against the wall in the small cubicle of the restaurant’s bathroom, pressed by the other man who’s sucking his tongue and biting his lips, Adrian swears that he will never, ever doubt of Grunny’s mystical bullshit about evil twins.
Because destiny has a bitchy (yet admittedly pleasant) way to punish misbelievers.
While the other man - His name. He can’t recall it. Ah, Nathan - undoes Adrian’s belt with four precise and rapid movements, Adrian leans his nape against the white wall and sighs: “Fuck. This could be a little too perverse even for me”.
Nathan darts him an oblique glance, meaning more or less: “Did you ever looked at yourself?”. He wears a terrible cologne, good for a lawyer or a shrink. Adrian considers both.
“I’m serious,” he insists, when Nathan’s hand encircles Adrian’s cock. “Dunno, it’s just like… doing it with your brother or something like that.”
Nathan opens his mouth and then closes it decidedly, his face grave. Adrian thinks that lawyer is the most likely. “I’m an only child,” Nathan replies, cutting it off.
“Sure, buddy,” Adrian says, with a mild smile. “Just a manner of speaking.” He unbuttons Nathan’s Zegna trousers and pushes him against the wall at the other side of the cubicle. Nathan watches him, following every move of his.
From his new perspective at mid-height, Adrian notices for the first time the glinting of the wedding ring around Nathan’s fourth finger. “You have any kids?”
Nathan rolls his eyes, exasperatedly. “Do you want me to talk about my mom, too? So we’ve summoned all the family?”
Adrian finds this new, irritated Self quite funny. He reminds him of Milo. “I don’t know, is she good-looking?”
He can feel Nathan repress a shiver with all his strength. “For God’s sake, close that…”
Then Adrian closes that around Nathan’s cock, and Nathan falls silent, threads his fingers through Adrian’s hair and grasps it. Adrian thinks it could be about time to have a little chat with his own mother. Even there the resemblance is impressive.
When they’re done, Nathan adjusts himself looking in any direction but Adrian’s. If there’s a category Adrian finds amusing, it’s the Adulterous With Regret. But maybe Nathan just doesn’t want to see his own face still red for the orgasm - the way his face looks like after. There are things a man would rather not know.
“We won’t see each other again, you know, don’t you?” Nathan says, fixing the knot of his tie in front of an invisible mirror.
Adrian pushes cautiously down the toilet’s lid and sits on it, leaning his elbows on his knees. “Sure.” He raises a hand, in a mockery of greeting. “Say hi to the mommy.”
Nathan grasps the handle too strongly, but doesn’t reply. He pushes it down and opens the door a fraction, then he seems to change his mind. He turns back. “Anyway…”
Adrian smiles lightly. “Yeah?”
“Shave that beard. We’re not in the Seventies anymore.”
“People could mistake me for you.”
Nathan shivers, and this time he does nothing to repress it. “Right. God forbid.”
“Hey, I could say that too!” Adrian shouts to the door, now closed again. But there comes no reply from the other side.
Fandom: RPS/?
Pairing: Adrian/?
Rating: R
Word Count: 549 (W)
Warning(s): It's crack, people. No, really. No coherency. You're warned.
Thanks to: snopes_faith, the coherent beta.
So, when he finds himself pushed against the wall in the small cubicle of the restaurant’s bathroom, pressed by the other man who’s sucking his tongue and biting his lips, Adrian swears that he will never, ever doubt of Grunny’s mystical bullshit about evil twins.
Because destiny has a bitchy (yet admittedly pleasant) way to punish misbelievers.
While the other man - His name. He can’t recall it. Ah, Nathan - undoes Adrian’s belt with four precise and rapid movements, Adrian leans his nape against the white wall and sighs: “Fuck. This could be a little too perverse even for me”.
Nathan darts him an oblique glance, meaning more or less: “Did you ever looked at yourself?”. He wears a terrible cologne, good for a lawyer or a shrink. Adrian considers both.
“I’m serious,” he insists, when Nathan’s hand encircles Adrian’s cock. “Dunno, it’s just like… doing it with your brother or something like that.”
Nathan opens his mouth and then closes it decidedly, his face grave. Adrian thinks that lawyer is the most likely. “I’m an only child,” Nathan replies, cutting it off.
“Sure, buddy,” Adrian says, with a mild smile. “Just a manner of speaking.” He unbuttons Nathan’s Zegna trousers and pushes him against the wall at the other side of the cubicle. Nathan watches him, following every move of his.
From his new perspective at mid-height, Adrian notices for the first time the glinting of the wedding ring around Nathan’s fourth finger. “You have any kids?”
Nathan rolls his eyes, exasperatedly. “Do you want me to talk about my mom, too? So we’ve summoned all the family?”
Adrian finds this new, irritated Self quite funny. He reminds him of Milo. “I don’t know, is she good-looking?”
He can feel Nathan repress a shiver with all his strength. “For God’s sake, close that…”
Then Adrian closes that around Nathan’s cock, and Nathan falls silent, threads his fingers through Adrian’s hair and grasps it. Adrian thinks it could be about time to have a little chat with his own mother. Even there the resemblance is impressive.
When they’re done, Nathan adjusts himself looking in any direction but Adrian’s. If there’s a category Adrian finds amusing, it’s the Adulterous With Regret. But maybe Nathan just doesn’t want to see his own face still red for the orgasm - the way his face looks like after. There are things a man would rather not know.
“We won’t see each other again, you know, don’t you?” Nathan says, fixing the knot of his tie in front of an invisible mirror.
Adrian pushes cautiously down the toilet’s lid and sits on it, leaning his elbows on his knees. “Sure.” He raises a hand, in a mockery of greeting. “Say hi to the mommy.”
Nathan grasps the handle too strongly, but doesn’t reply. He pushes it down and opens the door a fraction, then he seems to change his mind. He turns back. “Anyway…”
Adrian smiles lightly. “Yeah?”
“Shave that beard. We’re not in the Seventies anymore.”
“People could mistake me for you.”
Nathan shivers, and this time he does nothing to repress it. “Right. God forbid.”
“Hey, I could say that too!” Adrian shouts to the door, now closed again. But there comes no reply from the other side.