Time For The Truth To Be Known [Brent]

[Brent McKinney-Jackson]

[/i] irresistible." Brent rolled his eyes but stopped with the face, knowing it would be the best option for now. Brent knew better than to test Aiden like that, it was something he just wouldn't do. Not when there were still several beers left for him to drink. He reached for another one, setting his first finished bottle down on the table. Free beer. That wasn't cheap. He just couldn't help himself.

"What if I'd rather stay... and drink all your beer?" Brent asked, a grin slowly spreading across his features as he started chugging down the contents of the next bottle at an alarmingly quick rate. "Chase won't mind... he spends the night with Alex sometimes." he shrugged, "So why can't I spend the night here, eh?"[/color][/ul]

[Aiden James Murphy]

Aiden wanted to kiss Brent that very moment but fought all urges not to. It was hard and it was like being poked with a hot poker at the bottom of his feet. Aiden swallowed hard and tried keeping his smile. "If you'll stay the night... Then I'll prepare the bedroom for you... Just in case you pass out..." Aiden said as he looked away from Brent.

He was like Aiden's biggest temptation and fantasy rolled into one. And Aiden didn't want to mess anything up with Brent. Not this soon. They were just adjusting to the fact that Aiden was back in Brent's life and had Chase at the end of the altar. That annoyed Aiden but he knew it was the fact.

"Chase spends a lot of time with Alex... And your alright with that?" Aiden asked as he was about to stand up. Looking at Brent was making Aiden crazy in a very slow and painful way.

[Brent McKinney-Jackson]

[/i] He wasn't exactly sure. It was't something Brent really thought about or was going to bother thinking about... it only brought up more painful thoughts that he didn't want to think about. Brent stretched out across the sofa and soon found himself fumbling around a little desperately for yet more beer.[/color][/ul]

[Aiden James Murphy]

Aiden instantly moved to Brent's side to make sure BRent's didn't spill anything and hurt himself. Seriously, he was still going for his second or third beer and this happens. "Whoa... Careful there Brent." Aide said as he caught the smaller man before he fell on the floor. Aiden had to chuckle.

"If you need something, don't be afraid to ask me. I'd do anything and everything for you, remember?" Aiden reminded Brent and kisses his friend's fore head and smiled. "Now, let me help you sit up so you don't fall on the floor." he added before helping Brent sit down.

He noticed that Brent went to space. He must be thinking about what Aiden just said about Chase spending too much nights with Alex. This might be a good thing then: Brent questioning Chase himself.

[Brent McKinney-Jackson]

[/i] to know. That was the point, he was trying to forget. See, him having a bit to drink before leaving for Diagon Alley had turned out being helpful in letting him do so. The heaviness and slight dizziness of his head was helping and the warmth flowing through his body.

Brent chucked the now empty bottle of beer to the other end of the sofa, narrowly missing his feet before making grabby hands at Murph. Since Brent was now sprawled out across the sofa, he'd have to sit up and reached forward if he wanted a beer. That seemed like too much effort to him. "More beeeer." he whined at Murph, giving him the same puppy dog face he'd given him earlier.[/color][/ul]

[Aiden James Murphy]

Aiden chuckled and made Brent sit properly. Truly, only Brent could make Aiden scurry to do everything Brent's heart desired. "Alright... Hold on, Mr.I'm-Already-Drunk.. You'll get your beer. Just let me make you be comfortable." Aiden said as he placed a pillow behind Brent's back.

Then Aiden reached for a bottle of beer, opened it and gave it to Brent. "Here you go, Brent. Be careful and don't spill on the sofa..." Aiden said as he gave the beer to Brent's hands. How Aiden longed to hold Brent close to him and never let go. But that wasn't going to happen as long as Jackson was around.

"How many bottle did you have before you went to Diagon Alley? And be honest with me." Aiden asked Brent with a curious look. No one would be srunk this fast with just a bottle or two. Brent must have at least three or four before her went to do his errand. Truly, Aiden will never cease to worry for Brent.

[Brent McKinney-Jackson]

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[Aiden James Murphy]

Aiden was really trying his best to push all thoughts of claiming Brent right then and there. It was very frustrating since Aiden was trying not to be bad, Brent was being uncooperative that very moment. Aiden sighed and kissed Brent's head. "Never mind answering my question... Just don't spill the beer, Brent." Aiden said and gave his friend a smile as he stood up to take away the empty bottle of beer Brent just finished.

"You know, if your going to drink the whole night away, I should fix the bed your going to sleep in. I don't think you can apparate home by yourself and I don't want to go out anymore." Aiden said as he took out his wand and with a wave, his own bed was ready and clean. "What are you bloody thinking? Brent's drunk... This is your chance..." said a voice in his head.

"I won't take Brent like this. It won't be a good thing since he won't remember it in the morning and I won't have any satisfaction knowing that he was drunk the whole time." Aiden answered back. It wasn't like Aiden to act like this and not grab the opportunity but it was Brent. And Aiden would never think of hurting his beloved Brent.

[Brent McKinney-Jackson]

[/i] but was too lazy to actually try and form the words so Murph could understand what hell he was on about. Or maybe he did already? Brent didn't know, and he didn't particularly care at this moment either.

"Yeaaah." he agreed. Staying here sounded like a nice idea, going home would be too much effort. And Chase would probably be annoyed that he'd been at Murph's, getting drunk, when he'd only meant to be going to Diagon Alley to get a few pet supplies. Chase didn't matter now, Brent would think about that when it actually mattered to him. Like not now, for example.

After lazily discarding another beer bottle, Brent reached out to grab Murph's wrist and pull him down onto the sofa with him without really thinking about it first. Brent had never been one to consider keeping personal space before, especially not with Murph. And he was feeling lonely, it was almost like Murph was trying not to get too close to him though... and Brent had just made that impossible.[/color][/ul]

[Aiden James Murphy]

Aiden wondered where Brent got the strength to pull Aiden down. He looked at Brent who looked like he was going to fall asleep anytime soon. Aiden chuckled. "Would you want another bottle, Brent? Or would you rather go to sleep? I'll carry you." Aiden offered as he patted Brent's head.

Seriously, Brent had no idea how much torture he was doing to Aiden. Aiden didn't really want to violate Brent since it was Brent. His beloved Brent. But for some reason, Aiden felt that it would hurt like hell if Chase found out. Wait, why did he suddenly think that? Caring if Jackson got hurt. He wanted the man out right?

Aiden sighed. He looked down at Brent and smiled. Brent was really on force to be reckoned with.

[Brent McKinney-Jackson]

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[Aiden James Murphy]

Aiden was in shock. Brent had pulled him in and kissed him. And was still kissing him. That threw what little remaining control Aiden had in him. He held Brent tight and kissed back. Brent started it and Aiden wasn't really going to say no. But he was going to try and regain control over himself.

Aiden kissed Brent and parted his lips from Brent's. He began to kiss Brent's jaw line and down his neck. It was surprising that only Brent could make Aiden go crazy that way. "Hmmm..." was the only sound that escaped Aiden's lips as he kissed every inch of Brent's neck.

Though he was already regaining control, Brent was throwing out whatever control Aiden was trying to gather to stop before Aiden decided to take things further.

[Brent McKinney-Jackson]

[/i] to say) was forgotten as Murph's lips moved to Brent's jaw, then his neck. Brent only let out a moan in reply, incapable of speech. This really was wrong, Brent knew it. That didn't mean he could bring himself to stop it though.

He brought a hand to Murph's face before moving so he could kiss his lips again, bringing up a hand to thread through Murph's hair at the same time.[/color][/ul]

[Aiden James Murphy]

Aiden followed Brent's lead. He would never do anything that Brent didn't want Aiden to do. But from the current situation, it was half and half. Aiden kissed Brent. Held him. Aiden wanted Brent. He needed him that very moment. He moaned as he heard Brent moan. Merlin! It was really hard to stop now.

Aiden kissed Brent with all the passion, lust and love he could roll into his lips. He wanted more now. Aiden tried to use his tongue to enter Brent's mouth. He wasn't asking for permission to enter, he was breaking into Brent's mouth. He wanted to taste Brent even if he could still taste the bitterness of the beer Brent just drank.

He had to remember that it was Brent he was with. Aiden had to muster up control so that Brent wouldn't have another fight with Chase later. Wait, Jackson again? Why was Aiden even caring if Brent and Chase fight? That would be beneficial for Aiden, right? But it felt wrong. Aiden felt wrong. He was confused now. What was happening to him?

[Brent McKinney-Jackson]

[/i] be Chase but... that didn't mean he was going to stop. He didn't have it in him to bring this to the end... and Murph wanted this, that much was obvious. Brent would just have to keep telling himself that this was Chase. That wasn't too difficult a job in his drunken state of mind.

He could barely keep track of his thoughts with the way Murph was kissing him, Brent's response seemed almost dull in comparison, kissing back messily, trying to focus through the haze of the alcohol in his head. Even if he had mostly convinced himself that this was his fiancé, it still felt different. Murph was too lanky and lacking in facial hair that Brent had grown so used to over the last several months.

Before he could stop himself, Brent's hands had moved down to Murph's waist, one hand moving up his shirt, the other starting to clumsily tug it off. Brent wanted more skin.[/color][/ul]