Thread: pure i m a g i n a t i o n [fics & stuff]

size-2Brady, look! The fireworks! I see 'em, Jess. But, look , it's all patriotic and shit, come on, let's stand by the water. We'll push people aside with Buck's arm. He really is too cute to be your boyfriend, Bucky grinned. I concur, Brady replied with a snort as he watched Jesse scamper off into a crowd. He was easy enough to identify in his bright red, white and blue hoodie, an ensemble he had insisted upon earlier. It's either this or I wear my lady liberty shirt, Jesse had stated, You decide, mon amour. Brady moved easily enough with his friends in tow. Three burly gentlemen and a pretty boy with a walking stick was enough of a reason for people to provide a wide berth. He settled in beside Jesse who had his hands on the rail. He shook like an excited toddler and fidgeted like a house-broken puppy, typical Pinkman. It was almost enough to bring a proper smile to Brady's face. It was so like Jesse to be thrilled about the smallest things and it always succeeded in reminding him that it was okay to let loose and enjoy himself from time to time. To think, this little outing had almost been cancelled but Brady had fought hard to take a few hours off to be with someone who was more than a significant other. Besides, nothing would have prepared him for Jesse's crestfallen face if he had backed out. Aw, sick, Jesse breathed appreciatively, his blue eyes fixed on the colourful sky. Every now and then he would glance back as if confirming Brady's presence. I'm here , Brady wanted to reach out and say, I'm right here . For a man who considered himself incapable of reading people, Jesse sure had a knack for hearing him. He moved with all the subtlety of a bull but Brady hardly minded. They were packed close enough that he couldn't see what Jesse was doing but soon enough he felt their fingers link together in a silent gesture that spoke volumes. Bursts of light rained down on them and Brady took a moment to scan the crowd for the Bs who had chosen to scatter to their own respective comfort zones. Bucky chose the front out of habit, Bae chose the back to avoid touching people and Ben was somewhere in between, a fact that many women seemed to appreciate. I don't really wanna go, Jesse admitted after a time. Brady glanced to the side and saw that his boyfriend was still admiring the fireworks but there was a tension in his jaw that his well-trained eyes understood. Don't you wanna see Badger? he ventured, resting his skinny arms on the railing. They had spoken about Jesse flying out to celebrate his friend's birthday but even over the phone Brady had identified the sadness in his boyfriend's tone. Yeah, Jesse replied, chewing on his lip and looking quite thoughtful, too thoughtful for a man who would only be gone for a couple of days at best. Brady didn't press. Experience had taught him that people spoke on their own terms and at their own pace and more often than not it was the best way to get them to say what was on their minds. Jesse turned to look at him, his back facing the water. It was an unconscious signal. You're worthy of my attention , that posture said and Brady would never really figure out what he had done to earn it. I do, but, going back... It's not the same, Jesse explained, squinting as he struggled to find the right words. He seemed to settle on an explanation that covered all bases before favouring Brady with a look that was both confident and vulnerable all at once. It's not home anymore, he said with a finality that stretched across his handsome face in a smile so bright it shamed the night sky, Home is here, with you. Brady felt a squeeze to his fingers. Jesse was looking at him as he so often did. There was devotion in those eyes that he still didn't entirely understand but they had come long way in terms of acceptance. At least Brady wasn't pushing anymore, or worse, running. Aw, Jess, you'll make me cry, he cracked, although the sentiment remained. Being apart, however brief, wasn't easy for either of them. Jesse tilted his head up and nodded. Guess they're about done. Nope, Brady replied and pulled Jesse forward against his lips. The immediate result that followed the meeting of their mouths was explosive and people gasped in unison at the beautiful flurry of colours that danced around them. It was comforting, being on one's home turf, but Jesse was right. Home wasn't a city, or a state, or even a country, it was where you were loved and these days Brady had a lot of that. He pulled back just the slightest and studied the dizzy glint in Jesse's gaze. He was smirking as he slipped his arms around his slender waist. Is this the part where I sing you that Katy Perry song? Who? Jesse laughed and pressed his forehead to Brady's. I love you, B. Yeah, yeah. Happy fourth of July, bitch . size