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Attraction	By : Aja Category: Individual Celebrities > Brad Hawkins Views: 1083 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the celebrity I am writing about. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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Pairing: Brad Hawkins/Norman Reedus
Series: Attraction (part 4/?)
Rating: r
Disclaimer: Never happened.
Summary: Spending time together.

Red Red Red, Green
They walked down the street, almost but not quite shoulder to shoulder. Friends, out for some sightseeing, stopping for coffee where they could sit beneath a dark green awning and watch the world go by and, less blatantly, each other. Norman smoked and Brad didn't; Brad just took the opportunity to watch Norman's fingers brush his lips with every drag taken from the cigarette.
You like looking at me, Norman said, staring off at something down the street.
Brad felt his cheeks colour, though he wasn't sure why. Yeah, he admitted, scratching at his napkin. And then, feeling brave, he asked don't you like looking at me?
You're not insecure, surely, Norman said, laughing.
Just curious.
Yeah, Norman said. Stared right at Brad, so intense that it made Brad's mouth dry. Sure I like looking at you. What's not to like?
I need to buy some milk before we go back, Brad said, shifting in his seat. What do you feel like eating for dinner?
Norman smiled, gave a slight nod. Whatever you want.
Chinese takeout it is, Brad said. I hate washing dishes.
Is this weird or something?
Brad shook his head, gaze lowered.
My being here. Coming to see you. Norman lowered his voice. Does it bother you that I might want more than sex from you, too?
Bother me? No. Brad pushed the napkin away. I just don't think we should do this here. Out in the open.
What are we doing, Brad? We're just drinking coffee and talking.
You told me I don't want to know you. What did you mean by that? Staring at the table now, Brad wondered how Norman knew so much about him already, when he felt like he barely knew a thing.
I work too hard. Drink too much. I like good looks, I can't help it. But, fuck, I'm not shallow... You've got to have something to back that pretty face up with, or I'm gone. And-
You're still here, Brad said, finally relaxing enough to look at Norman again.
Reversal
Brad crawled up over Norman's outstretched legs, stroked his sides with firm hands. He watched, fascinated, as Norman blew another blueberry scented bubble. You know that's gonna pop and end up all over your face, he said, grinning and leaning in to kiss Norman's stomach.
I trust you to clean me up if that happens.
Brad just laughed and said maybe, stopped kissing to watch Norman and think about all the things that he'd learnt. He now knew about Norman's family; Norman knew about his. He knew what Norman's favourite roles had been and why; Norman knew that Brad hadn't really meant it when he'd said he'd only had shit jobs, because Brad had enjoyed at least a couple of them. Brad knew that Norman's favourite bubblegum flavour was blueberry. Norman had picked up pretty quick where Brad's ticklish spots were, and it looked like now Brad had found one of his.
Cute. When you squirm like that.
Norman started to swat at Brad's hands, but the bubble he'd been blowing had gotten pretty big, so he turned his attention to that instead.
Hey, Brad said, closing his teeth over it and sucking the bubble in until it popped. Nose wrinkled, he took the gum from Norman's surprised, open mouth and dropped it into the wrappings on the nightstand. I'm not playing second fiddle to bubblegum, he grumbled, wiping his fingers before pushing them into Norman's hair. You're quiet...
Norman smiled, lifting one knee up, between Brad's. A quick shove, and Brad was on his back with Norman's smile above him, descending. Norman's mouth tasted of watery, too-sweet blueberries, and he kissed Brad like there was nothing on Earth he'd rather be doing.
His fingers declared otherwise with strokes bordering on tender, lips said there was something better as they moved, hot and soft on Brad. All Brad could do was hold onto the sheets, reach for Norman's shoulder until his hand slipped off, then grab the sheets again as slowly, so sweetly slowly, Norman tore coherency away from him.
Brad was only dimly aware, after he came, of Norman reaching up past him for a kleenex to wipe his mouth with. He blinked and looked properly, saw the thick fluid on Norman's gritted teeth and stuck to his chin, to the smattering of stubble there. Norman, he said, voice brittle, breathless, don't. Let me get that.
Norman dropped the tissue, stiff with surprise as he was pulled down. And when Brad was done licking at his teeth, at the inside of his lower lip, at his chin and jaw, Norman sat back, laid his hand over Brad's cheek. You actually like that? He asked.
I've moved beyond trying to impress you, now.
Mm-hmm. So, are you gonna do something about this hard-on you've given me? Norman teased a finger over Brad's lips, smirked at the answering nod.
Good Morning
Brad woke up to a gentle tickle on the back of his neck. Realised it was Norman, kissing his nape and blowing at his hair. He smiled into his pillow and made a quietly appreciative sound.
Morning, Norman said, leaning back to give Brad room to turn over.
Sleep okay? Brad asked, rubbing his eyes, something stirring at the way Norman was looking at him.
Yeah. What are we going to do today?
I don't know. Brad touched Norman's lips, almost afraid to ask, but needing to know, How long are you staying?
Norman shrugged. I've gotta be back by Friday. So a couple more days. If you want me here that long.
Brad laughed, reaching further up to curl his hand behind Norman's head. You're worried I don't? Friday, huh?
Yeah. Friday.
Drive
Brad glanced at the rear view, then over at Norman, who was still watching him. What?
Nothing. I'm just watching you drive. Norman grinned, cheeky and utterly forgivable. I like to watch people when they're doing stuff like this. You get this serious look on your face, it's... sexy.
I'm just trying to figure out where to stop. Because you need to go home by Friday, so I can't keep driving forever.
Norman laughed, and the sound made Brad loosen his grip a bit on the steering wheel. Yeah, if you just keep driving, we're gonna get wet.
Ha ha, Brad said, shaking his head with a smile. You should go on the circuit or something, with wit like that.
Would you be my roadie?
How much would you pay me?
One blow job. Every day, just one.
Brad smirked. That's it?
That's my best offer, take it or leave it.
Hm. I'll take it. A second later, Brad blinked, easing his foot off the accelerator as Norman unfastened his seatbelt and shifted over, bending to - Oh, holy fuck, you don't seriously mean to - and Norman looked up at him, grinning - yeah, you do. Fuck...
Brad had to pull over after a minute, stared out at the hills and held onto Norman's head as they blurred.
Destination
Brad could still feel Norman's mouth on him, like resonance, and it kept making him shiver, squirm a little bit where he sat. Norman stood several feet away, looking like he was saluting the city below them with his hand up to shield his eyes from the sun's glare.
Wouldn't it be great to stay somewhere like this all the time? Norman asked, turning to face Brad.
What, on top of a hill?
No, you ass. Just, y'know, quiet.
Brad nodded, holding out his arms until Norman moved into them. Which made Brad swallow, because he hadn't been sure he had that sort of power yet, but, yeah. There it was. Yeah, it'd be pretty nice, he agreed, pressing his lips to Norman's neck.
So are you planning to stay out here for the rest of your life?
Brad shrugged. I just go where life takes me.
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