It had been a long damn time since Brad had been out like this. He had to admit, his days of being young and wild in the clubs had been damn fun, but they seemed even longer ago than the decade or so that they were when he was standing there with the man he may as well have been married to in the midst of young bodies clad in far too little most of the time, and very much on the look-out for other young bodies to engage in the back room for a quick lay and move on. Brad and Ryan had well and truly become an old married couple in almost every since of the word. This wasn't their scene anymore. Not even close. But it was sure making for some hilarity in Brad's mind... being the old farts on the dance floor sticking very close to each other while everyone else was going for the gold. "Okay, I'm going to be one-hundred percent honest right now, and say I'd rather be slow dancing with you in the kitchen at home, babe," he admitted, as his fingers hooked the belt loops of Ryan's pants and he pulled him just that tiny bit closer.
Brad just shook his head. "We should've given him a sign that said, 'Not here just to pull.' But then again, if we had, nobody would've even talked to him in this joint." He shook his head and gave a little laugh. That was their Beau, though. He wasn't going to do anything he wasn't comfortable with, and Brad was proud of him for that. Since they were kids, Brad had always told both of his little brothers to respect themselves and never do anything that didn't feel right to them. But what did feel right in this particular moment was moving to the music in Ryan's arms. "Oh, yes. Yes, I did. That was one hell of a hot night, if I remember correctly. And then you had to go and leave for the army and leave a guy wondering for ten years. Not cool, babe." He shook his head. "We did watch a lot of Beavis and Butthead back in the day, but it was funny shit. At least when you were half asleep from writing a paper at the last minute, because you couldn't be fucked with it before then." He shook his head, leaning close to kiss his boyfriend. "Do you think Haydee's okay?" he asked, almost totally randomly.
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Brad just shook his head. "We should've given him a sign that said, 'Not here just to pull.' But then again, if we had, nobody would've even talked to him in this joint." He shook his head and gave a little laugh. That was their Beau, though. He wasn't going to do anything he wasn't comfortable with, and Brad was proud of him for that. Since they were kids, Brad had always told both of his little brothers to respect themselves and never do anything that didn't feel right to them. But what did feel right in this particular moment was moving to the music in Ryan's arms. "Oh, yes. Yes, I did. That was one hell of a hot night, if I remember correctly. And then you had to go and leave for the army and leave a guy wondering for ten years. Not cool, babe." He shook his head. "We did watch a lot of Beavis and Butthead back in the day, but it was funny shit. At least when you were half asleep from writing a paper at the last minute, because you couldn't be fucked with it before then." He shook his head, leaning close to kiss his boyfriend. "Do you think Haydee's okay?" he asked, almost totally randomly.