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Title: Now Stand On One Leg And Kiss
Author: terebi_ko
Pairing: Brad/Ray/Walt
Summary: Walt and Ray found Brad's chocolate liquor stash.
Warning: teeny weeny mention of daddy!kink.
When he got into his house, Brad is so dead tired he didn’t see the clutter on his living room. He’d only realized it when he heard a crackling noise when he sit on the sofa.He pulled something from under his thigh, a crumpled foil wrapper, black and white, with ‘Jack Daniels’ printed on it. And that’s when he saw there’s a whole lot of it, clutters of wrappers on the sofa and on the floor. He got up from the couch and follow the scattered trail. Down the hall (there’s one balled up near the picture frame), up the stairs (Brad saw trail of brown finger print on his wall. Someone is going to die), and to his bathroom (There’s brown on his bathroom door too).
The door is slightly ajar, he pushed it slowly with the tip of his finger. He could kind of imagine what he would see. He’d imagined there would be more foil wrappers on his bathroom floor, and more chocolate stain on his sink and mirror and maybe the shower curtain. But he didn’t expected it to be this vulgar.
Walt is laying in the tub half naked with Ray on top of it with a small bottle shape chocolate between his teeth, pouring it’s liquid content into Walt’s navel. He then spit the chocolate to the side where it fell to Walt’s side, and proceeded to dive down and suck the liquor off Walt.
Obviously none of them realized Brad was there because Walt just groan and throw his head back until it head the tub’s porcelain. Judging from the thud, it looks like it hurts but Walt doesn’t seem to mind because his groan just got louder and that just make Ray sucks harder. Walt unwrap another chocolate and feed it to Ray. Ray made a slurping noise as he tries to take both liquor and Walt’s fingers.
Brad cleared his throat and the two of them turned their heads. “Did you just drink the chocolate liquor that Nate gave me for Christmas?”
“We thought you forgot about it.” Walt replied. His voice lazy and slurred from alcohol and his eyes are sleepy. On the other hand, Ray is all hands and gestures and he talks twice faster than he usually is.
“We were going to cook dinner for you. I swear. And then we saw this on the back of your cupboard so we thought you might forgot that you even have this. We shouldn’t be wasting such good gift and it would be an affront to Nate if we let his gift goes expired.”
“Boys,” Brad said. He walks slowly to them and sit on the edge of the tub. He’s using that tone like when he was on Iraq before a mission. “There is a reason why Nate gave this to me and why I put it on the back of my cupboard.” Ray and Walt is not drunk enough to miss it and they gulped.
The two of them just look up to Brad, with glassy eyes and red cheek. Walt speak up first. “We’re sorry.”
Brad took Walt’s hand and sucks long on the melted chocolate off his fingers. Brad can taste the slight burn of alcohol that lingers, all the while looking into Ray’s eyes. “We’re sorry, what?”
Ray swallowed. He drops his gaze to Walt and then down before answering, “We’re sorry, Daddy.”
Brad smirked and stands up. “Good. Now clean your hands. I don’t want any chocolate stains on the bed.” Before heading out of the bathroom and head to their bedroom.
Author: terebi_ko
Pairing: Brad/Ray/Walt
Summary: Walt and Ray found Brad's chocolate liquor stash.
Warning: teeny weeny mention of daddy!kink.
When he got into his house, Brad is so dead tired he didn’t see the clutter on his living room. He’d only realized it when he heard a crackling noise when he sit on the sofa.He pulled something from under his thigh, a crumpled foil wrapper, black and white, with ‘Jack Daniels’ printed on it. And that’s when he saw there’s a whole lot of it, clutters of wrappers on the sofa and on the floor. He got up from the couch and follow the scattered trail. Down the hall (there’s one balled up near the picture frame), up the stairs (Brad saw trail of brown finger print on his wall. Someone is going to die), and to his bathroom (There’s brown on his bathroom door too).
The door is slightly ajar, he pushed it slowly with the tip of his finger. He could kind of imagine what he would see. He’d imagined there would be more foil wrappers on his bathroom floor, and more chocolate stain on his sink and mirror and maybe the shower curtain. But he didn’t expected it to be this vulgar.
Walt is laying in the tub half naked with Ray on top of it with a small bottle shape chocolate between his teeth, pouring it’s liquid content into Walt’s navel. He then spit the chocolate to the side where it fell to Walt’s side, and proceeded to dive down and suck the liquor off Walt.
Obviously none of them realized Brad was there because Walt just groan and throw his head back until it head the tub’s porcelain. Judging from the thud, it looks like it hurts but Walt doesn’t seem to mind because his groan just got louder and that just make Ray sucks harder. Walt unwrap another chocolate and feed it to Ray. Ray made a slurping noise as he tries to take both liquor and Walt’s fingers.
Brad cleared his throat and the two of them turned their heads. “Did you just drink the chocolate liquor that Nate gave me for Christmas?”
“We thought you forgot about it.” Walt replied. His voice lazy and slurred from alcohol and his eyes are sleepy. On the other hand, Ray is all hands and gestures and he talks twice faster than he usually is.
“We were going to cook dinner for you. I swear. And then we saw this on the back of your cupboard so we thought you might forgot that you even have this. We shouldn’t be wasting such good gift and it would be an affront to Nate if we let his gift goes expired.”
“Boys,” Brad said. He walks slowly to them and sit on the edge of the tub. He’s using that tone like when he was on Iraq before a mission. “There is a reason why Nate gave this to me and why I put it on the back of my cupboard.” Ray and Walt is not drunk enough to miss it and they gulped.
The two of them just look up to Brad, with glassy eyes and red cheek. Walt speak up first. “We’re sorry.”
Brad took Walt’s hand and sucks long on the melted chocolate off his fingers. Brad can taste the slight burn of alcohol that lingers, all the while looking into Ray’s eyes. “We’re sorry, what?”
Ray swallowed. He drops his gaze to Walt and then down before answering, “We’re sorry, Daddy.”
Brad smirked and stands up. “Good. Now clean your hands. I don’t want any chocolate stains on the bed.” Before heading out of the bathroom and head to their bedroom.