Fandom: Power Rangers Ninja Storm
Characters: Blake Bradley and Hunter Bradley/Cam Watanabe
Prompt: 023. Lovers
Word Count: 504
Summary: Hunter wanted to avoid this at all costs. And Blake just wants to finish his sandwich.
Hunter was investigating the taste of Cam’s back molars when Blake walked in.
And walked straight back out again.
It was three hours and two phone calls later (one a rather shocked and annoyed “The hell, man? We have signals for a reason, you know?” and the other a more laidback “Well, if you guys are finished I’d like to come home sometime soon.”) when Blake walked in the second time. This time to an empty apartment.
Finding both couch and kitchen counter relatively unmolested amid the chaos of a two-man bachelor pad, Blake decided to make himself a sandwich. CheeseWiz, peanut butter and cayenne pepper on rye, the remote to himself, a comfortable couch – what more could a guy ask for?
Blake had managed to take one bite out of his sandwich before Hunter walked back in.
He entered and sat on one arm of the couch, staring blankly at the TV and the boogying blonde girl who apparently thought Stu Starmaker was impressed by her non-existent dancing abilities.
Blake tried to swallow the ungodly amount of peanut butter in his mouth.
“I’m sorry you had to walk in on that.”
Despite being smooth peanut butter there was a chunk of nut caught between two of Blake’s teeth.
“And I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about me and Cam sooner. But it never seemed like the right time, you know? There’s attacks every week, and then we’re either working or on the track, and then there’s training. It’s not the ideal situation to tell you “hey man, I’m gay and macking it to Cam” after two hours of drop-dead-worthy drills.”
It wasn’t a nut after all, just a stray sesame seed.
“And I really did mean to put a sock on the door. To tell you I had someone over. But Cam kinda…surprised me. If you get what I’m saying.”
The tone in Hunter’s voice, along with the actually wording, would have made Blake choke if he’d still been listening.
“And it’s not like we’ve been doing it for months. It’s been all of six weeks. Really.”
Blake finally managed to swallow the bite of his sandwich. His next problem was how to get Hunter to shut up for six seconds.
“And until this afternoon it was just dancing around, you know, like you and Tori do. So I didn’t think I’d really have to tell you.”
Blake held up a hand. Hunter’s diatribe came to a close.
“Next time? You leave a sock on the door.”
Hunter seemed surprised by the lack of anger in Blake’s voice. “Next time?...well, sure, but…didn’t you-”
Blake shuddered theatrically. “You’re my bro, man. You making out with anyone is icky.”
He took a smaller bite of his sandwich and chewed thoughtfully.
“But I suppose…Cam. You could do a hell of a lot worse.”
Hunter was staring at him in possible shock.
Blake smiled back winningly, quite aware of the bread and pepper stuck between his front teeth. “Now shut up, alright? We’re missing Totally Talented.”