Forget About The Price Tag (Brax)

[Ethan White]

“That’ll be $69.95 please,” said the blonde from behind the counter as she swiped the last of Ethan’s purchases, putting them in a bag as the boy took his credit card out of his pocket. It’s quite the total, and being a supposedly responsible young adult that Ethan is, he normally would not spend that much in one store. And considering the number of bags he already has around his feet, it would only mean that he’s already spent about a hundred dollars’ worth of goodies. And it’s not even noon.

But it’s Christmas. He’s doing his mom’s (for his numerous cousins, nephews and nieces), his fraternity’s (some thank you gifts for their sponsors and such) and his own Christmas shopping. Not to mention it’s the second weekend of the month so he has to do some grocery shopping to refill their frathouse’s pantry. (And yes, they did give him money beforehand this time, thank god). Oh life.

Putting his wallet back to his pocket, he bent over to grab his previous purchases and just now noticed that he barely have enough hands to carry them all anymore. And they still have to go to a few more shops. While he was rather thankful that he had the initiative to drag a friend along as his trusty sidekick, he’s mentally slapping his face for his choice. Of all the guys he can grab, why did he have to choose him?

“Braxton Carson!” he shouted with obvious exasperation, giving the boy a disappointed look, “Could you please leave your banana muffin for a bit and help me? I only have two arms you know.” His eyes widened to show how urgent his need is. “And seriously, lay off the flirting with the attendants. They’re obviously not interested bro,” he whispered when the boy finally approached him, laughing slightly as he stuck his tongue out.

“Let’s load these stuff up first in my car then come back later. I don’t think it’s fun bringing all these while we walk.”

[Braxton Carson]

"No, I really do mean it," He said in an almost-whisper voice. "it's probably the best one you'll ever try. No. I'm actually sure," Braxton's trademarked half-smile made his way into his face. "it is the best thing you will ever get your hands on. You will not regret it." He bit his banana muffin and continued talking with it still in his mouth. "Actually you'll want more and more, it's what I'm always told." After swallowing, he leaned towards the counter and looked directly at the blonde clerk's eyes. "So you should actually go by my house one of these days and I'd gladly..." He turned his face as he heard Ethan's screamed from the cashier. Ugh. He turned again to look at the blonde clerk. "Guess we'll have to continue talking about The Girls Next Door's first season some other time. I have your number, I'll call you and we can totally have sex too." He winked at her. "See ya around babe."

As he walked back to Ethan, he continued his muffin. What do they put in this things to make them so delicious? The little pieces of banana-flavored heaven were in reality the only reason why Brax had agreed with Ethan to accompany him in his holiday shopping spree. Braxton was not the holiday kind of guy. He used to be, though. He also used to hate the fact that mom and dad were never there for Thanksgiving or Christmas, but at least he had Sawyer and it was more than enough. But it had been suck a long time ago that Braxton barely remembered it, and if he did, he quickly shooed the memories away. Now he was a grown man, or so he says to himself, and does not care about family or silly holiday things and gatherings, such as the upcoming Christmas. He actually kind of despised them along with people that were too into them, like Ethan, who apparently was buying gifts to everyone he's ever met and their friends.

"And do I look like I have three arms?" He said as soon as he was close enough to Ethan to not have to yell. "News flash, I have two arms too and" He waved his hands in front of Ethan. "two muffins." He continued his previously bitten muffin. "I'm already helping with my credit card aren't I? I haven't forgotten you've had it for like three months now." Actually he had forgotten about. If it weren't for the fact that he recently changed wallets and noticed one credit cart missing, he would have never noticed. "And no doubt you just used it to buy..." He peered over the recently paid bag of items. "bras?" His eyebrow quickly shot upwards in his as he swallowed the piece of muffin that was still in his mouth. "I'm not even going to ask. Is this one of those gay things? You know what, I said I wasn't going to ask, I don't want to know." He continued his muffin, still some bites away from being finished. "Isn't it a little too big for you though? I'd have thought you're more of a thirty or thirty-two." Brax finally swallowed. "Or you like fill it with something? You know, it's fine. I really, really, don't want to know."

[Ethan White]

“Three and a half actually,” said Ethan, rolling his eyes. Ever since Brax ‘moved in with him’ in his apartment and his pantry’s been consuming food like never before, he decided it’d be best to have a Carson credit card in his wallet. “I’ve never used it for anything other than groceries though, since you basically go through my supplies like a vacuum cleaner. And even then it’s just emergency money.” Like when he accidentally runs out of cash or something. And he tries to pay the rich boy off as fast as he can afterwards. “Don’t you notice that sometimes money just spontaneously appears in your wallet in your sleep? Seriously dude, you need to secure your stuff better. I’m the worst thief there is and I could still outwit you.” Or maybe Brax just trusts him so much, or he just knows the boy extremely well that he could easily move behind his back. Either way, he’s really not complaining.

Rather irritated with how douche-y his friend is right now (when is he not anyway?), he promptly grabbed the other unbitten muffin and replaced it with three shopping bags from the floor. “There. Problem solved,” smirked the boy as he led the way out, taking a bite out of Brax’s muffin.

He let out an exasperated sigh when he heard his friend’s bra-comment, stopping for a bit to get Braxton to put the things back into the bag. “Those are for my cousins – Kayla, Janice and Valerie. That one you’re holding is for Valerie.” She’s always been rather big. Which would mean Ethan and her younger brother, Jasper, frequently teased her about it when they were young. “It’s either those or perfume, since Mom beat me to buying them purses for Christmas.” In retrospect though, maybe the perfume would’ve been better. Because then they may have avoided the whole gay-jokes part of the day again.

He could hope.

“You should really stop being so insecure about your manboobs. Just hit the gym and they’d be gone in no time,” he said simply as he gave Brax’s chest a slap, preferring not to deal with Mr. Homophobic at the moment. He sent Braxton a glare, hoping it’d be enough to tell his friend that he doesn’t like where he thinks the Carson boy’s heading with his quips, and promptly opened the door to the parking lot and put the bags into the trunk of his car. “Come on princess, we still have a lot of things to buy. Mom needs lots and lots of stuff for the house since we’ll be hosting the Christmas reunion this year.” Boy would that be fun or what. Thank goodness Brea’s old enough to help this time around. “Where are you planning on spending yours this year anyway?”

ooc:
Sorry this took so long (and if it is rather crappy). Last week was my finals week so I didn't have enough free time. And after that my muse was drained so it took me a while to recover. I promise to do better next time. So so sorry.
- Jam

[Braxton Carson]

"Right," Mouth full of muffin, he pointed at the many shopping bags Ethan had. "Christmas emergency right." Braxton swallowed as he thought about money appearing in his wallet. Really? He felt like scratching his head, but preferred to keep his pastries away from his hair. "That's because I... erm... trust you?" He took another bite and spoke again with his mouth full. "Yeah, totally. That is the reason, yes."

Just before finishing his beloved banana flavored muffin, he licked his lips and felt like winking at the deliciousness he was about taste. The last bite was always the best one. Fortunately he could have a last bite twice since the second muffin was still... What?

"Hey that's MY muffin." He said, carelessly dropping the shopping bags to the floor. "That you bought. But with MY money." Brax quickly hurled himself at Ethan, opening his mouth widely in shock as his brother took a bite from his muffin. "Give it back, give it back, give it back, give it back" From behind Ethan, he futilely attempted to take the dessert from the other boy's hands by surrounding him with his arms in a very hug-ish way. "give it back, give it back, give it back." Being bigger in size, Ethan had the upper hand, so Braxton just decided to stop. "You know what, fine." He said in a serious tone. "Not like I want your fagliva-wet muffin."

Following Ethan closely behind, Brax took enough steps forward to let the other boy notice he was -not- carrying the bags. He was a jerk enough to let them behind, but not jerk enough to not let Ethan know so he would go back and get them.

"What? I don't have manboobs?" Brax replied quite quickly, though unsure about the words. "You think I have manboobs?" He quickly pulled the neck of his shirt forward and looked down at his chest beneath the shirt. I don't have manboobs. He attempted to harden his chest by squeezing his arm towards his body for a moment, and then let it go. "I so not have manboobs," He finally said, looking at Ethan again. "so shut up."

As big as the boy's ego was, humongous, he had always been slightly insecure of his physique. Living in a frathouse filled of steroided meatheads didn't quite make it better. Being honest, he always wanted a body more like theirs, like Ethan's, but he just weren't a gym kind of guy. He blamed his meta-powers for this since right about the age he should have started going to a gym to pull some weight was when his power's side effects peaked, and pulling weight with sore, fatigued and/or numb muscles was not the best idea ever. He just learned to deal with it. It was probably the reason he was so good chatting up girls. Well that and his hair.

"Erm... the same as every year?" Braxton replied to Ethan's question. "Drunk in whichever bar I find open." The answer probably didn't amaze anyone, Braxton was not close to any member of his family, and it wasn't like neither of them attempted to do a family thing on the holiday dates. "I think that place in the seventh will be open." He turned his face to give his trademarked smile at Ethan. "You have no idea how many girls with daddy issues and broken families go to get drunk by themselves on Christmas, dude." He raised an eyebrow. "You should come with me. You know, after you deal with all the boring family deal."

[Ethan White]

Thank god that little confession shut the brat up. Ethan wouldn’t really know what to do next if it didn’t. And that whole trust thing actually made the brunette feel happy about himself. He knows Braxton may have meant it differently, but trust is trust and it made Ethan grin rather widely.

If only it would mean things would be back to the way they were, he’d be so happy right now. But it’s a start, he says.

But as quickly as his smile widened, it was hastily replaced with another scowl. “Not everything I buy is with your money dude,” he snarled, taking another bite off the heavenly muffin in defiance, “I do have my own credit card. And for your information, I bought this for you. I may not be rich, but I have enough to sustain your muffin addiction.” His caffeine addiction however (read: those two cups of coffee he buys every morning for him and Brax) is shouldered by Brax’s card though. Not that the brunette needs to know that. (‘It’s only $6 a day anyway!’).

He stuck his tongue out playfully towards Braxton, chewing the muffin very much like in a commercial – exaggerated and extremely fake – if only to irritate the boy further. His success didn’t last for much longer though when he saw the Carson boy’s empty hands. “Seriously Braxton? Since when did you become such a brat?” he growled, licking the remaining muffin and making it as drooly as possibly before shoving it into Brax’s hands and going back for the bags. “Enjoy your muffin.”

It took a while for Ethan to catch up to the brunette once more (boy were the bags heavy), and he was definitely not in the best of moods so when Braxton asked about his manboobs, he quickly said yes. “Yes you do. They’re so jiggly and bouncy. I heard Irene say once that she’s jealous you have bigger boobs than her.” He stopped for a bit once more, exchanging two bags so both sides are of relatively equal weights. “And let’s not begin talking about your ‘belt bag’ over here,” Ethan added, poking Brax’s side just above his waistband, “Remember that time when Ned mistook you for Desiree? He said it’s because you have the same hourglass shape as her.”

Yes Ethan, fuel the boy’s insecurities more. Because everyone knows that’s the mature way to go about with things.

The boy did go silent when Brax told him how he’s going to spend his Christmas. He knew Braxton’s family situation wasn’t ideal, but he couldn’t have imagined it was that bad. And the fact that Brax seems so cool about it only broke his heart more. “You serious dude? Drunk in a bar?” Even if it means picking girls easy, it just doesn’t seem…right. “Know what, you’re going to spend Christmas with me. The guest room will be used by one of my uncles though, so I guess you’d have to sleep in my room.” And he’ll have to sleep in the couch, since Brax isn’t all good with him sleeping beside him anymore. Hohum. “Just be nice to Brea. Don’t get scared of her, ok?”

Once they reach his car, the boy took out his keys and opened the trunk, dumping their purchases inside. “So it’s almost lunch, what to grab something to eat before we look for the things you’ll give me this Christmas?”

[Braxton Carson]

"Eww!" Braxton quickly exclaimed before widely opening his arms and dropping what remained of Ethan's muffin to the ground. "Great now I have gay saliva on me." He rubbed his hands against his jeans and looked dreadfully at Ethan as he took his time to catch up the bags. "Shut up, that's not what she said as she was cowgirling me." He said, but Ethan kept going on, now attacking Brax's waist. "Ok. Shut. The. Fuck. Up."

Brax was tempted to get physical with his attempt at a threat, but not only the love he had for the guy, sort of, prevented him from going there, but he also knew that such boy was a pathetic girl when fighting. His black eye from some months ago was proof was of that. It wasn't actually the fact that he had a black eye, but more the fact that it was the only bruise Brax had seen in Ethan since they know each other, and also that the other guy was apparently left unscratched, besides whatever story the brunette seemed to be telling. So Braxton just kept his "shut up" look in his eyes while looking at Ethan hoping he would catch the meaning before making him forget what held him from going aggro.

"Oh pfff." He scowled as Ethan invited him to spend Christmas with his family. "I'm so not going." He said while raising an eyebrow. He was not a family party person, he knew it and it would be sad if Ethan didn't know this by now. "Who's Brea? Is she hot?" He asked as soon as he heard a girl's name, even though it sounded amazingly familiar. "Didn't know you had hot blonde cousins, you should have started from there." Wait for it... "Wait isn't this your little sister? Eww that's gross dude why would you try to make me hook up with your five years old sister? That's disgusting." As amazing as Braxton's train of thought led him into such a bizarre conclusion, it was probably more amazing that Ethan invited him ignoring this on purpose. Who really wanted a person like Braxton in their Christmas dinner anyway? "You're getting a big amazing nothing," Brax said as he opened the door on Ethan's car, stepping inside almost immediately. "you already have my credit card. Treat yourself or something," Did Braxton just told Ethan he could buy anything as Brax's gift for him? Well that was probably the cutest thing he has said in his whole life. "just don't put a dildo on my bill. Sawyer gets them and I don't want to hear about that."

[Ethan White]

“True. That’s what she said when she was cowgirling me,” replied Ethan with a smug grin on his face, happily enjoying one of the few times he’s coming out on top. As much as he’d like to insist that he’s no pushover (and really he’s not one to most people), when it comes to discussions with Braxton, he just can’t get around disagreeing with the boy. Even if he oh-so-stubbornly thinks that they should turn right – and in most cases he would actually turn right – if he’s with the Carson boy and the boy says they turn left, he would turn left. A lot would say Brax is just a dick that doesn’t really care about what Ethan thinks, but the brunette knows that he’s partly to blame too. He knows should stop letting Brax have his way (all the time), but he just can’t find the voice to say no.

Why must things be so complicated?

He was about to say something more but then he saw the look on the younger boy’s eyes. He’s seen it a number of times before, usually directed to others and accompanied with a strong right arm hook. And with Braxton’s powers, well, a simple punch can knock a 200-pound guy cold. (It was only luck that Lukas stayed for as long as he did, or so Ethan believes). So instead of continuing his insecurity attacks, he slowly slid beside Braxton, and like a hurt puppy subtly nudged the boy’s side. “I’ll shut up now,” he said with a meek grin, “And if it helps, I think your curves are sexy.” Completely disregarding how awkward that may have sounded, Ethan poked Braxton’s side one last time and continued, “You can always join me whenever I hit the gym. You know my schedule anyway, right?” At least he hope Braxton does, because he knows Braxton’s schedule inside and out (he wakes the boy up every day anyway). “Come on, I’ll buy you another muffin before we go.”

“Never heard that I was asking,” smirked the boy as he finished loading the stuff up, “Who knows, maybe a little family spirit would shake the douchebag off your butt.” That sexy, firm butt of yours. But then Braxton had to think like that about Brea, and immediately Ethan was put in (over)protective brother-mode. “Think about Brea like that again and I’ll kill you,” warned the brunette as he got on the car, punching Brax on the arm, “And she’s twelve, not five you bozo.”

He turned to his back for a bit, driving out from the parking lot and out to the street. “I have blonde cousins, but I don’t think of them as hot and I’m sure as hell would not let you bone them.” If there’s any White that has the right to get Brax first, it’s him. “And doesn’t Sawyer think you’re gay already? What difference would it make?”

“I still can’t think of a gift for you. You’re with Jeremy, Jack and Ivan who I have no idea what to give. Oh and Edward, yeah.” If all else fails, he’d give them lightsabers. “Where’d you want to eat?”

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Dude. Yes. That. >.<.
- Jam

[Braxton Carson]

"You fag..." Brax finally said after Ethan took a compliment on his body. "And if your girls are still talking about me when you bed them, then you have problems, dude." He let a short laugh out. "Not like it amazes me, though." He brushed his hair with his right hand and stared up for some seconds. "I'm hard to get over." The gym invitation only caused a slight sigh from Braxton, and he was about to somehow cleverly decline his invitation with an statement about his beauty and hotness already at maximum level when Ethan mentioned muffins. "Muffins! Yes!"

He pushed Ethan towards the path to the muffin store. Afterwards in the parking lot, Braxton kept rolling his eyes and munching his pastries while Ethan kept talking about his family Christmas dinner while loading the car. Little to nothing would convince the Carson boy of agreeing, but this didn't seem to matter to Ethan. Not even the Brea mistake carried away the older boy from keeping his invitation, which apparently was actually a command? Ha...

"Five, twelve, she doesn't have boobs, it's all the same, you know." He said while he was being punched in the car. Ethan had been gentle enough to drop the subject when Brax asked him too, but apparently Braxton was unaware he should do the same. After all, Sawyer is a touchy subject for Braxton as well. "Well that's just bec..." He stopped talking for a moment. Ethan didn't know the reason behind Sawyer's conclusion of Brax being gay, and it was probably better he didn't. "...stupid. That bitch's stupid all the way." He kept munching his muffin, looking away from Ethan. "Well you can buy a coffin for Edward's pedo," Air-quotes. "boyfriend. Me, I think my condoms' drawer needs a refill again, you can buy me those. Again."

[Ethan White]

He still doesn’t feel comfortable being called ‘fag’ by Braxton (or anyone else for that matter), but at least now it was an indication that the whole fiasco with him poking fun at Braxton’s baby fat has been averted. (Seems his dreams of seeing Brax with defined-abs will be just that, dreams. For the moment anyway). “You’re right, but I don’t think the problem’s with me,” replied Ethan with a smirk, “Your name just came up because Irene asked me if I know why you shouted my name when you were close.” He paused for a bit, letting that tidbit sink in before continuing. “Come to think of it, Jessica, Hannah and Yulia all asked the same thing. In fact, everyone who I fucked after you did – even Jenny from two days ago – all claim you were shouting my name instead of theirs. Is there something I should know about dude?”

Mind tricks. Ethan claims he’s good at them.

The older boy simply rolled his eyes in delight when he saw how excited Brax became at the thought of those baked goodies. God was he so lucky to have discovered the boy’s weakness. Now if only those muffins can make the boy drunk, Ethan’d be buying tons and tons of them every day.

“Can we stop talking about Brea’s boobs, please?” It’s just as unnerving as that one time when Chris asked him if growing hair around his crotch was natural. “And for your information, she apparently has some. Mom just made me buy her two ‘baby bras’ or whatever it is two days ago.” Oh the look on all those salesladies’ faces.

Ethan was all too willing to drop the subject, but since Brax brought it up again, well, he’d be damned if he lets it slide again. He knows something (Sawyer told him something about her twin brother before, not knowing he’d be best friends with him a few years later), but he wants to hear it directly from his lips. “Stupid? That’s not what Sawyer told me? Something about walking in on you watching gay porn was it?” he asked with a smug grin, “Maybe that’s why you’re so homophobic.”

“Was that old guy his boyfriend?” Ethan was obviously in shock, his eyes wide as he drove through the town streets. “I thought he was his uncle. Why’d he replace Drew with that wrinkly old guy?” No offense to Basil, he insists. “And whatever gave you the idea that I buy you new condoms? Sheila from the Office of Sexual Harassment gives me a box for free every Tuesday.”

That settles it. He’s giving Braxton a dildolightsaber.

[Braxton Carson]

"Oh yeah sure" Brax said with a funny face and voice. "That I'm a fag as well and that I have the hots for your peanut-penis, sure, yeah."

Having muffins again with him, Brax quickly agreed to stop talking about a breastless girl, who were, obviously, a dull conversation topic. When Ethan decided to not do the same with Braxton's very embarrassing subject of Sawyer's thoughts on him being gay, he saw himself forced with keeping up the charade.

"Oh yeah, sure." He continued his exaggerated funny voice as he kept drowning himself in muffin-sponsored bliss. "Several pics hot buffy big hairy guys." He didn't dare to look at Ethan's eyes as he continued. "I was also putting a finger up my ass and with Lady Gaga sounding off my iTunes and Twilight in my TV. I'm team Jacob all the way you know."

There. That should Ethan from keep asking about the subject, right? Well he sure hoped so. At least the tidbit of Edward gossip he had heard in the K-Sig halls were apparently of enough interest for Ethan to change the subject a little bit. And there he was thinking that Edward and Ethan were in telling-each-other-everything-like-teenage-girls terms. Aren't all gays superfriends?

"Yeah well," Brax took another bite from his muffin. "why a guy in first place? Eww? I mean, besides me. I'd understand it, because I'm really hot." He then gave a rather shocked and stranged look at Ethan as he found out where his condoms come from. "I use poor people condoms? God, how do you know they're good if they're free? Ugh, dude!" He knew he was being a little bit spoiled with the comment, but protection from hell-spawns, a.k.a. undesired pregnancies, was not something to play with. "How old is this Sheila anyway? She hot?"

[Ethan White]

It seems like there’s just no way Ethan’s getting the real story behind Sawyer’s colourful tales about her twin brother out from Braxton. While he knows Sawyer isn’t exactly the most honest girl on the planet, the fact that she was rather consistent with her recollection of the event that led up to such a conclusion was enough to convince the brunette about its validity. It also doesn’t help that Braxton seems rather sensitive about the whole topic, like he’s hiding something (Ethan claims to see under Brax’s sarcasm).

He says he’s getting tired of all the fag-comments from his best friend. He figures it’s time to get whatever it was out in the open; hopefully it’ll shut the boy up.

“Why a girl in the first place?” he asked – his question slightly sounding rhetorical – with his eyebrow cocked as he drove through town, reaching out to grab one of the muffins in Brax’s lap. (He felt so bad for the boy that he bought him half a dozen). “I mean, have you ever tried it with a guy? Like how would you know that the other one’s just as bad if you haven’t?” He flashed Braxton a cocky grin as he continued, “I’ve tried both and it’s not all that different I tell you. Girls just have those boobs that guys don’t. Unless of course then you, then it’s basically the same thing.” Nope. He’s not going to let the manboobs issue down just yet.

With the sushi bar he’s been craving for the past few days in sight, Ethan’s eyes began to go from side to side, looking for a decent place to park at. “But wait, you’re saying I can be gay if I’d say that I like you?” Hopefully Brax won’t look in too deep because Ethan just realized that what he said could potentially make things awkward between them again. “If it only applies to Edward though, I’d be extremely jealous. I called dibs on that ass of yours remember?” he said with a smirk. He’s already started it, no point stopping now.

“Here’s your credit card. Lunch is on me,” muttered Ethan as he got out of the car, handing the precious piece of plastic to Brax, “Well you haven’t seen any Braxton Junior’s running around have you? Then they’re working. Unless of course you’re incapable of impregnating anyone.” Ethan was really tempted to add that if he fears imps from spawning, he should try guys; no mpreg in the real world after all. But he figures he’s annoyed Braxton enough for the moment. “Sheila’s twenty-two. And rather hot. Hear she’s a lesbian though.”

[Braxton Carson]

Brax suddenly realized coincidences are a bitch when he sadly finished his muffin to listen to Ethan say the words "have you ever tried it with a guy?". He felt like screaming and jumping out the car. He did one of them, actually.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa." Braxton started to sort-of-mock-yell while covering his ears as Ethan went into what considered too many details on having sex with guys. "Shuuuuut uuuup. Aaaaaaaaaaaaa." Thankfully for him, Ethan stopped talking and Brax sighed and took a deep breath in relaxation. Saying nothing to whatever Ethan had said, although he had pretty much listened to it all, he decided to just grab another pastry when Ethan went on about liking Brax. "Oh my god aaaaaaaaaaaaaa enouuuuuuugh aaaaaaaaaaa."

Braxton screamed while covering his ears. Worst. Car. Ride. Ever. He finally rested when he heard a mention of lunch.

"Oh change of topic, yes, perfect." He grabbed a muffin as he got out of the car, declining to receive his credit card back. "Meh, I have another." As he took his first bite of the baked piece of heaven, however, he saw himself forced to spit it in shock of what Ethan was saying now. "For Christ's sake don't say that out loud!" Braxton quickly slapped the back of Ethan's head before crossing himself with two fingers. "God protects from little devil spawns." He shook his head a bit. "What, aren't you supposed to have a gaydar? Or it doesn't work on lesbies? Give me her number, if she's not into me, she definitely likes pussy." Overconfident, as usual. Both boys entered the sushi bar and Braxton quickly led the way into their seats. "Feel like sake?" He asked, and without waiting for an answer, he beckoned the closest waiter. "Sake! Please..."

[Ethan White]

As expected, once the topic of gay sex came to light, Braxton did everything he can to tune Ethan out. And boy was the Carson kid anything but subtle about it. Not to mention incredibly childish. Not like he expected anything less though.

One day he’ll get things sorted out with the boy. One day he swears.

Shrugging when Braxton declined taking his card back, he simply slid it back to his wallet after locking his car, double-checking by trying to open the door again. Hopefully the tons of goods he has in the trunk isn’t too attractive for potential felons. Not that a lot of crime happens in their little town, but hey, doesn’t hurt to be extra careful right?

“Oww, that hurt?” yelped Ethan as he got slapped, but chuckled soon after when he saw Braxton do the cross, “Didn’t know you were such a saint dude. But if you’re that scared of Little Brat-tons walking around-” -yes, it’s a pun that Ethan’s extremely proud of, hence the nudging and eyebrow-raising and the smug grinning- “-there’s a hundred percent way of making sure they don’t appear, and it doesn’t involve gay sex.” Teasing, of course. Hell would’ve grown cold a thousand times over by the time Brax decides to abstain. “I’d gladly take care of any hellspawns though. Or you can give them away to the others in the house like baby puppies. I’m sure someone will gladly take some.”

Thank god his mother isn’t hearing such a conversation right now.

He simply rolled his eyes when Brax mentioned the whole gaydar thing, and shook his head when the boy ordered sake almost immediately. “It’s not a hundred percent science you know,” muttered the boy as he looked over the menu, “And mine’s not finely tuned. I mean, I thought you were gay when I first saw you.” He gave Braxton a smirk, checking the things he’d want to order first. (Hooray all-you-can-eat sushi buffets). “You know, with the shoes and the jacket and that cocky grin of yours. Screams total fag from afar.”

After asking Braxton what he wants (other than sake, which he still have doubts if they’ll be served), he promptly gave the waiter their order. “Since we’re into holiday plans, you know where you’ll be spending New Year’s? Jennifer and Harold both invited me to their parties; Jennifer says she’ll even cover airfare and the beach seems like a lovely way to welcome 2012, but Harold’s booze and wild company is hard to say no to too.”

[Braxton Carson]

"Pills aren't a hundred percent effective either you know?" Ethan should have known that abstinence was not a word in Braxton's vocabulary, so it wasn't the first thing he thought when Ethan sort of hinted it. "That's why i double-bag it when they're not on the pill." He nodded and gave a wise-ish expression. "I triple-bagged when with STD-Stacey. Did you know she has chlamydia again? Heard from Jack. Bet he knows 'cause he has it too now."

Ethan went on with the crazy idea of little baby-Braxes around and the Carson twin couldn't help but all sort of nasty faces as he imagined that. It was seriously close to his worst nightmares.

"You taking care of my children?" Oh god, I can't believe I just said 'my children'. "You fag, all you want is play fake family with me don't you?" Brax said jokingly and raised an eyebrow before taking a little bit more serious tone. "Keep wishing and don't hold your breath."

Being thought as gay was not something Brax was unfamiliar with. Sawyer was a proof of that, but by far not the only one. He blames his clothing style, rather large collection of glasses and thin body. And his strikingly beautiful face. Whichever the reasons are, however, such thoughts are almost immediately broken after he talks.

"I love that jacket." Brax stared far away for a moment. "I have no idea where it is. Never found it after moving to the K-Sig house." He twisted his lip as he thought, even putting his index finger in his cheekbone. "Didn't I leave it in your apartment once?" He shrugged it off. "Well anyway."

Both boys ordered and Ethan returned to the holidays topic.

"Beach?" Brax exclaimed as his mind was filled first with girls in bikini, and then, unsurprisingly, with naked girls. "Totally Jennifer." He didn't actually heard an invitation anywhere in that phrase, but he didn't care, and even if Ethan did care, Braxton still didn't. "There's boobs everywhere, man." He shook his head a bit. "I mean booze. Well, boobs too. But scantily clad boobs? Beach." Braxton grabbed Ethan by his shoulders and shook him rather violently. "Beach and bitches man!" He exclaimed loudly, probably calling the attention of half the place. Fortunately the sake arrived just in time. "Oh perfect," He served himself a cup and raised it a little towards Ethan. "cheers!" He drank the whole thing in one movement before strongly placing the cup back in the table while doing a hurt face. "Damn that's hot. Burned my everything." He closed his eyes for a quick second and recovered, serving himself another cup immediately. "Whoooooooo!"

[Ethan White]

“What? You still did it with STD-Stacey? Tell me it wasn’t within this month. Harry was just complaining about it two days ago.” Cruel as it might be, how he’d love for Braxton to contract one just to teach him to mellow down a bit. But then again, given their current arrangement, he’d probably get the short end of the stick anyway, his ‘nanny duties’ probably doubling even tripling during that period. “That dick will really be the end of you, you know that.” He probably does, but that’s what good best friends do – state the obvious and rub it to your face ‘till you live with it.

But really, Ethan should’ve known that unless he tells Braxton about it straight up, abstinence wouldn’t even cross the poor boy’s mind. “I have to say that this is the first time I’ve heard about double-bagging,” he chuckled, shaking his head, “Sure you do that to protect yourself or you want to make yours thicker? That why no matter how small it is, people keep on coming back?” He gave Braxton a smirk, doing an obscene gesture with his pinky regarding Braxton’s supposed size. “Ever thought about abstaining? Maybe even for a week at least?”

His laughter went into overload at the mention of the fake family. Is Braxton’s mouth gold or what? “I doubt you’d make a very sexy mother Braxton, so I’d rather not. If anything, I’ll get Jack to help me raise your kids. He’d be helpful with housework at least.” He couldn’t believe he just said that of the man. Thankfully Braxton won’t really tell Jack that, or so he hopes.

“You wore it on the day of the move. But the guys liked it so much that they borrowed it one by one,” grumbled Ethan as he tried to remember who had it last, “I think it’s with Bart. Told him to have it dry cleaned before he returns it. You know how he can be.” Made that mistake with his own leather jacket once, won’t ever do it again.

With the scene the younger man is making, boy is Ethan thankful that the drinks finally arrived. There’s no point shushing the obviously driven guy, so might as well join him. “Great. You’ll come with me then?” he said with a hopeful grin, growing wider as the waitress brought them the first few plates of their order, “I don’t want to be left alone with her whiny best friend.” Whom Ethan has proven, time and time again, has an unhealthy obsession with him. Yes, even he couldn’t believe it. “You know how Paula can be. Unless of course you already had something planned. Sawyer or your parents contacted you yet?”

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Late and extremely crappy. I apologize. ><
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