Hey Brady, did Maribelle ever try to make you learn other instruments besides the violin?

"Heh," Brady chuckled, "I bet she woulda, if things hadn't been how they ended up bein' the way they was.  By the time I got old enough to learn, her old violin ended up bein' the only instrument she still had."

Mod Brady is on Hiatus

Apologies for my absence and missing the last activity check everyone, I’ve been out of town and am now in con crunch time.  The next check will be Monday, August 18th, and one of the other mods will take care of it if I can’t.  If you have any questions specifically for me, I will still be around and reachable on Skype.

Return date- September 10th

- Mod Brady

"S-shit," Brady groaned, allowing himself to give up control again.  His hips jerked involuntarily with the attentions, and he grabbed at the pillowcase.  As many times as his lover had given him his attentions, he would never be used to it- and likely never cease embarrassing himself.  He wished he had the stamina to throw Owain onto his stomach and fuck him senseless, but at this point he was rapidly realizing that he could barely hold his head up.  Grabbing for his partner's hair, he pulled him down into a dizzying kiss.

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Brady heard Owain's pleas, and for a moment he obliged, suckling dutifully and grasping the lower half of his partner's hardness.  However, just when he heard the noises grow in desperation, he pulled away, feeling positively evil when he saw the combination of arousal and disappointment on his partner's face.  "What else ya got?" he asked.

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Brady dug his fingernails into Owain's hips and tried his hardest to oblige and take him deeper.  The lingering taste of alcohol in his mouth mingled with the saltiness of his partner's arousal as he swallowed around it, then pulled back to graze his teeth oh-so-lightly over the foreskin.  He nearly laughed- he suspected he wasn't nearly so good at this when sober, but he wasn't about to complain that his drunkenness had given him skill- or at least confidence.  The hand in his hair pulled him down, and he lowered again, trying his hardest to move up and down in a way that he knew would drive his partner mad.

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Brady chuckled, sensing his partner's impatience, and decided to be kind.  Lowering his head, he tossed aside any semblance of buildup and took the head of his partner's cock inside his mouth, running his tongue around it.  The noise he got in return told him it had been the right choice, and he worked it more enthusiastically, making sure not to take it too deep and to breathe through his nose.  Throwing up would definitely be a mood killer.  He pulled back, flicking his tongue into the slit, and smirked in triumph when he felt fingers in his hair.

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Brady tried his best to look seductive, though he suspected he mostly just looked red-faced and drunk.  "Guess I could do that."  Leaving a final kiss on Owain's lips, he crawled downwards, too eager and fuzzy-eyed to bother to make his way there slowly.  Owain's erection jutted proud and a little intimidating from the nest of blond curls between his legs, and he lowered his head to tentatively exhale against it, watching for a reaction.

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"Careful, you'll squish 'em!" Brady exclaimed, gingerly closing the box and setting it aside before truly returning the embrace. "Sorry I missed most of the day. Got kinda caught up in tryin' to find ya somethin' perfect," he admitted. Resting his forehead against Owain's, he smirked. "But we still got most of the night, and I'm sure I could think of a couple other gifts..."

Long after sunset, Brady ducked sheepishly into their shared tent. "Uhh.....S-sorry it took so long, I was out all day tryin' to find this." He held out on ornate wooden case, opening it to reveal a bottle of ink and a set of long, glossy black

quills, longer than a normal feather quill and remarkably lustrous. “They’re really old,” he explained. “The guy who sold ‘em to me swears they’re made from the feathers of the Raven Laguz from the stories.” He chuckled and admitted, “No doubt that’s horseshit, since they ain’t been around for hundreds of years, if ever, but money can’t buy no better either way. ”

Turning red, he planted an awkward kiss on Owain’s lips. “So, uh…Happy Birthday. I hope they serve ya well.”

"I was almost wondering if I’d have to spend my birthday without you," Owain said with a cheeky smile as his partner entered their tent, presenting the birthday gift he’d gotten for him.

"I love them! Be they from the ebon wings of the ravens tribes of legend or not, they still shine with the thought you’ve put into them!"

Brady’s kiss was brief and still a little reserved, but Owain pulled him close for a tight hug, whispering in his ear. “Thank you, Brady.”

Brady managed to pull himself completely onto the bed before he felt Owain's weight press down on top of him, skin-to-skin, almost unbearably heavy and hot but unbelievably arousing at the same time.  They kissed fiercely, open-mouthed, nipping at each other's lips and grabbing fistfuls of each other's hair.  Brady tangled his legs with Owain's and they gasped in unison as their cocks slid against one another.  Pressing his advantage, the swordsman rolled his hips downwards, and with a strangled moan his lover lifted his own in response.  They rutted almost mindlessly against each other, Brady burying his face in Owain's shoulder to muffle his noises as their manhoods pressed and rubbed together, slickened with sweat and the beginnings of precum.  He felt a sharp bite on his earlobe and he arched more, pulling Owain's hair so hard it had to be painful.

It was all too much, he could tell, and he didn't have the self-control at the moment to keep it from ending too soon.  "S-stop," he pleaded, squirming beneath Owain to get a respite from the barrage of sensation.  "C-come on, I ain't gonna last like this..."

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Brady stumbled for a moment as Owain let go of him to quickly rid himself of his clothing.  He tugged his own shirt over his head, having divested himself of his robes long before they went out drinking.  The backs of his knees hit the bed and he half-sat, half-fell back onto the mattress.  He reached to strip off his pants, but Owain's surer fingers were already there, tugging them off in one awkward but effective yank and taking his smallclothes with them.  He lounged back on his elbows on the bed, for once not cringing or embarrassed at his nakedness, his sallow skin flushed pink and protruding ribs heaving as he panted in a combination of exertion and lust.  It seemed he couldn't be self-conscious now, with his mind pleasantly clouded by drink and Owain looming over him, bare as the day he'd been born and ragingly hard, with that eager, hungry look in his eyes he got when he spied something he wanted badly.

For a moment, the swordsman only stood there, drinking him in with those intense eyes, and Brady cracked a smile, needing to somehow diffuse that expression and get Owain to touch him rather than just stare before the embarrassment set back in.  "We gonna do this, or what?" he teased with a little more confidence than he felt.

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Brady's knees went weak (well, weaker than usual) at the insistent touch between his legs and the wet mouth clumsily kissing down his neck.  He wanted to lose his senses in it entirely, let Owain have him right there against the wall in the hallway, but he still had enough wits about him to know what a bad idea that particular thought was.  God forbid any of the others should come up looking for a bed as well- if Inigo caught them they'd never hear the end of it, and he didn't even care to think of the results if their parents happened to wander upstairs.  Besides, he liked to think that his Ma had taught him a little more decorum than that.  Before the thought of Maribelle completely killed his arousal, he mumbled half-coherently to get Owain's attention.

"C'mon...we can't..." he began, pawing at Owain and pulling at his coat.  Owain made a noise of complaint, grasping more firmly at his partner's arousal, and for a moment Brady nearly gave in.  He had to grit his teeth to stay concentrated, and swatted at Owain's face where it was still latched to his neck.  "Owain...not here...we gotta..." he attempted, gesturing to the open door next to them and pulling more emphatically on his partner's coat.

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"Hey, wait a damn second!" Brady exclaimed, entirely too inebriated to resist being dragged upstairs, but still aware that there was an obvious thing they had forgotten.  "Ya gotta pay, dumbass!" he insisted, tugging at Owain's sleeve and nearly losing his balance.  Thankfully he managed to keep climbing, as a broken bone from a fall down the stairs would have quite abruptly soured the mood.  However, after a moment, he realized that no one was coming up after them to demand payment, and he figured that they innkeep had decided to catch them (likely for a higher rate) when they were sober in the morning.

The upstairs of the tavern was a narrow hallway of rooms, with some doors closed and some open.  He glanced down at the nearest open one, but he and Owain were all but clinging to each other at this point, and they lost patience before they made it through the doorway.  He yanked Owain towards him, and after a dizzy moment he found the hard wooden wall behind him and eager, enthusiastic lips crushed against his own.  With a pleased but muffled groan, he balled his fists in the back of Owain's coat, both to keep himself upright and to get every inch of his partner's firm, warm body closer. The scent and taste of alcohol was almost overwhelming, and he felt as if it made him even drunker.

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"Yer...fuckin' drunk," Brady pointed out observantly, grinning a bit too much at his companion's clumsy overtures.  At Owain's almost genuinely offended expression, he added, "'S okay...me too..."  With one hand he drained his mug so quickly it made his head spin, wincing a little at the cheap, sour taste.  The other he reached across the table to rest atop Owain's, noting as he always did the paleness and jutting knuckles before he decided he was much too drunk to get lost in his insecurities about his own infirmity next to Owain's haleness and strength.  They were both about equally useless when they were this far gone, so he took comfort in that, stroking Owain's wrist with his thumb and enjoying the smooth feel of his skin.

Watching as Owain swallowed down the last of his drink as well, he waved a hand in refusal when he saw the barkeep about to pour them another.  Owain pouted at him, but he was clearly as distracted as Brady was by that little bit of skin-to-skin contact.  "I wonder if they got a room open upstairs," Brady mused quietly enough that only his companion could hear him, pleased as the flush in Owain's cheeks darkened at what he was implying.

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Brady blinked, trying to clear his already slightly blurring vision as he heard Owain call to the innkeep for another round.  He knew he really should stop- he was already pretty well into his cups, and this was a dumb idea to begin with, but it had been so long since they could just relax, and besides, it was hard to have much self-control when Owain or Inigo or someone else had shoved a new drink at him as soon as he’d gotten close to finishing his current one.  At this point he’d lost count, of how many he’d had and of the time.  It was late, he knew that much- even Inigo had stumbled off at some point, and the crowd of rowdy clientele had thinned to a handful, most beside Owain and himself alone.

He glanced over at his partner and took the newest drink with as close to a frown as he could manage.  Owain’s cheeks were flushed red with ale and wine (and his pockets likely empty at this point, but they would deal with that in the morning), and his hair was even more of a disaster than usual.  He tried not to put too much thought into what that combination was reminiscent of, and quickly grabbed his mug and took another long drought that did little to drown the images swimming to the forefront of his addled mind.

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Brady blinked, trying to clear his already slightly blurring vision as he heard Owain call to the innkeep for another round.  He knew he really should stop- he was already pretty well into his cups, and this was a dumb idea to begin with, but it had been so long since they could just relax, and besides, it was hard to have much self-control when Owain or Inigo or someone else had shoved a new drink at him as soon as he'd gotten close to finishing his current one.  At this point he'd lost count, of how many he'd had and of the time.  It was late, he knew that much- even Inigo had stumbled off at some point, and the crowd of rowdy clientele had thinned to a handful, most beside Owain and himself alone.

He glanced over at his partner and took the newest drink with as close to a frown as he could manage.  Owain's cheeks were flushed red with ale and wine (and his pockets likely empty at this point, but they would deal with that in the morning), and his hair was even more of a disaster than usual.  He tried not to put too much thought into what that combination was reminiscent of, and quickly grabbed his mug and took another long drought that did little to drown the images swimming to the forefront of his addled mind.

I FRICKED UP

Matching faces with angry mini-Brady XD

Class change!

Aka I stole all of Inigo’s dancer shit XD