Thread: Desperate Addiction (Ragnar & Shura)

Kris knew how difficult he was being, and he wasnt proud of it in the slightest. It was bad enough that he was being a killjoy and ruining the mood. But apparently his selfishness wanted the spotlight for a few moments as well, and after reaching out for Brad and asking him to not move away, Kris bit his lip and reluctantly weakened his hold on the sleeve enough for the bull to break away if he tried. Well technically the strongest grip Kris could manage would even be a challenge for someone as big and strong as Brad. But it was the feeling that counted. When he felt Brad moving away he could feel his heart sinking, his eyes falling on his lap and holding back a torrent of tears which reflected how pathetic he was. But before the tears could even sneak out over his eyelashes Brad spoke out, returning with the chair in hand, and placing it right where Kris had wanted Brad to be. The gesture was enough to immediately cause the tears to recede, now being replaced by appreciation and confusion. It really shouldnt have been much of a surprise seeing as how Brad was being paid, but Kris had once again managed to force the thought away, his subconscious convinced that the night would be so much better if he didnt think about technical stuff like that. Thank you B B- he stuttered, unable to whisper out four simple letters. His cheeks were brighter now than theyd been earlier, and while calling Brad by his name shouldnt have been a big deal, there was a sense of friendly intimacy in the act that made Kris feel as if there was some sort of special meaning in the request. Brad he whispered inaudibly, going even redder and turning his head away completely. He wasnt sure if Brad had super sensitive hearing, but the bull seemed to have changed the topic, a relief since silence would have crippled Kriss courage to stay. It was sort of a mini-revelation to Kris when Brad told him about how it was inappropriate to address the bull as mister or sir. Kris himself hadnt interacted with people much older than him before, and the few people he had were usually family or people wanting to be addressed as such. Brad he whispered again, a bit louder this time. The words slipping through his lips while also spreading a comfortable warmth in his chest. The pleasant rhythmical beating of his heart giving him enough courage to finally look up a bit shyly. As rude as it might have been, Kris found himself staring at the tuxedo and picture the Ferrari in his mind as Brad explained the rather unfriendly attitude of the other customers. At first wondering if Brad was one of those rich snobs. His thoughts didnt last that long since a moment later Kris let out a soft laugh, holding his hand over his lips and looking over at Brad with a much happier look. Sorry, I didnt mean to, Its just I didnt expect you to call them assholes another suppressed laugh being muffled by his hand. The fakeness Kris had sensed earlier hadnt been present at all in the last few sentences, and while insulting and a bit crude, Kris felt like hed seen a more relatable side to Brad for the first time. I might be a bit out of place, but its no big deal if youll stay with me he smiled, the laughter gently fading away as Kris reached out for Brads arm, his hand moving slowly, coming to a stiff halt a few inches away. Uncertainty making a return. Would it be okay if I?.... Kris asked wondering if Brad would get upset if he acted to clingy.