WHO: Brady and Mil WHAT: Hanging out after White Party WHEN: August 1st WHERE: Milian's flat RATING: NC-17 and what have you ;D STATUS: Incomplete/I might have to edit this intro post
After hours of dancing, Brady was finally ready to turn in, his feet sore and his body beginning to wind down. That didn't mean that the night was over, in fact, that meant it was really just beginning. He'd come with Milian, and he hadn't been disappointed in the slightest, because Milian had dressed to the nines and had been an amazing date. Brady loved dancing with Milian, and even though a few guys had tried to dance with the other man, Brady had watched as Milian pushed them all away. Even though they were taking it slow, it made Brady feel good to know that Milian wanted to be exclusive.
Now that they were both itching to get back to Milian's place, Brady couldn't help but have his hands all over Milian; he had one arm around the other's waist, and his free hand was reaching across his own body to lace with Milian's fingers. They walked out of the club, still clad in white (although Brady's shirt was now tucked into the pack pocket of his pants) and they walked past the numerous people outside of the club, smoking and talking.
"I got that whipped cream," Brady laughed, squeezing Milian closer to him. "I figure we can accio it." he grinned, walking with Milian down the street, the sides of their bodies touching.