Brad has spent hours and hours with his skin bare, listening to the hum of the needle, feeling it pierce his skin. He never got off on it, never trembled under the gaze of curious onlookers who watched as the scene on his back took shape, just reached a zen-like state where he could acknowledge the heat and sting.
But the first time he goes to Mickey's to get fresh ink with Nate? That changes. Now it's Nate watching closely, studying skin he's mapped with his fingers and tongue, and it's all Brad can do to breathe deep breaths and remain still.
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Zen (Brad/Nate)
Date: 2011-03-11 04:10 am (UTC)But the first time he goes to Mickey's to get fresh ink with Nate? That changes. Now it's Nate watching closely, studying skin he's mapped with his fingers and tongue, and it's all Brad can do to breathe deep breaths and remain still.