Title: Alpine Adoration
Rating: 13+
Warnings: Mild Language, Slash, Mild Violence
Pairing: Mac/Brodi
Summary: Discussions really make you think. Thoughts lead to actions, and every action has a consequence. Although, consequences aren't always bad in the end.
A/N: This is in Mac's point of view.
So we go down the slopes again. I don't know how many times we've gone down it now, but I've almost completely memorised it. Although Brodi would say otherwise. I don't think he's ever agreed with me. On anything. Ever. But that's okay, because he's still fun to talk to.
We may have conflicting beliefs on a lot of things, yet we are still friends. I was incredibly happy when I found out that we were able to share our cabin during this tournament. Across the hall wasn't so bad either because it was Kaori and Elise, who are both nice in comparison to a lot of the other people. Although I feel bad for Eddie. He has to share a room with Luther, who is a huge slob, and doesn't give a shit for other people's belongings.
I place my headphones over my ears and prepare to take the long ride up the lift again. Normally Brodi rides the chair behind me, and we just keep to ourselves while we return to the top. Although today doesn't seem to be a normal day. Instead, he sat down to the right of me on the bench, and stretched.
"I have a kink in my neck. How about after this ride we just go back to the cabin?" He offers. I accept, as I am sick of constantly rerunning this slope. I already know I'll do well enough to get to the finals. He knows it too, but I think he's just trying to get me to freeze to death. Brodi only ever asks to practise together when the weather is in the negatives. Not that it makes much difference, with how long we're out here in a day, we're completely frozen in a few hours anyway.
It's fun though. Boarding for hours on end in freezing temperatures with a man of which you argue with about simple things may not seem fun, but it definitely is. It's not that kind of fun you get when you're with some friends watching a tacky motion picture, but it's also not the kind you get when you're just hanging out either. It's a difficult thing to explain, the amusement being around him brings to me, yet it's not.
If I was queer, I'd label our relationship as a "loving" type. Except it's not, we never do anything that a "loving" kind of relationship would do. We've even gotten into fistfights, where we've had people forcefully break us up. I remember one time I was yanked off of Brodi, whoever it was prying their fingers under my arms, which had him in a headlock. My lip was split open, and had a bruised rib. Brodi had a ring of bruises around his neck and a cut near his eye. All in all, it was our most violent fiasco, yet it seemed to strengthen our bond considerably.
So we go down again. This time Brodi screwed up on a trick and fell. I stopped and waited for him, laughing at how he screwed up such a simple jump. Although that wasn't really normal for him. He's never screwed up a jump like that before. Maybe he had a lady friend, and she was distracting his thoughts. Now that could be fun to tease him about.
So now we head in, greeted by a stereotypical fireplace and plush chairs. Elise and Psymon seemed to be arguing about something, with Kaori sniffling to the side. Presumably, Psymon was being a dick to Kaori again. If I ever catch him doing it, he's going to wish he's never been born.
Although I suppose that sounds slightly over-protective. The fact is though, is that Kaori is my "puppy dog crush." I don't think I've ever actually lusted about her, however she is definitely cute and I would have gladly dated her back in middle school. She really isn't someone I'd ever want to have sex with, it would just ruin my image of her purity. I suppose that's all it is though, my image of her.
I take off my snow-covered winter wear, and my socks. I sat on a reclining chair near the fire, curling my toes against the heat. Their fight seemed to have either died out and they dispersed, or they took it somewhere else. Either way, it was quiet. Brodi was meditating, and I was relaxing. Of course it was far too peaceful for it to last too long.
Luther came pounding down the stairs, a bag of potato chips in one of his hands, a beer in the other. How he was still in the tournament I am always left to wonder, and alcohol is prohibited, and he never practised. He was probably either friends with someone pulling rank, or a lot of the competitors weren't very good.
He jumped down on the landing, leaving a muddy print on the wood. He was wearing boots still, yet his were incredibly muddy for how much artificial snow there was out. Instead of asking, I decided to just amuse myself in thinking he was so heavy he sunk into the soil.
"There ya are, you faggots!" Luther exclaimed, pointing the hand that was holding chips at me and Brodi. "Are ya done haven your buttsex out there so I can board in peace?"
Brodi stood up quickly, his jaw clenched. He appeared as if he was going to hit Luther. But Brodi never used violence. Ever.
"Awwww, what's the matter? Do I got the receiver all riled up?" Luther prodded, his belly shaking as he laughs. He really is a pig.
"I am not queer," Brodi stated in a rather dangerous voice, his arms shaking in anger. "And neither is Mac. We have never had sex, and we never will. Ever. We are merely friends. Got it?"
"Right, right, ya homo," Luther said, waving a hand dismissively. He clearly wasn't listening. Brodi broke his own code then, whipping back and punching Luther in the nose. There was an odd crunching noise, and blood began to poor freely from both nostrils.
The room seemed to fill quickly after Luther was hit, and many of the other snowboarders whispered amongst themselves how the most peaceful of them finally snapped. Eddie seemed to either be the most courageous, or stupidest, not sure which.
"Uh, Brodi dude?" Eddie stated, tapping him on the shoulder. "Are you okay?"
"Fine, just fine," he responded sharply. He shook his head. "I'm going to my room. I need to cool off. That idiot really got to me this time."
"I'll go after him," I replied quickly, wanting to talk to him about what just happened. I followed him up the stairs, avoiding the caked dirt at the bottom. We reached our room, and I was about to ask him, when he shook his head.
"He struck a nerve," Brodi explained without being asked. "Some stuff happened when I was younger that caused people like that to get on my nerves rather quickly. I lost my temper this time."
"It's fine, he's a fag. Seriously," I respond, not really sure how to respond. So I suppose I'll just respond as myself. "He's a stupid, overweight, pasty, ignorant, fag."
"Do you have a problem with gay people, Mac?" Brodi questioned. It seemed kind of random, although I suppose since I generally use gay and fag in derogatory ways, it never hurts to ask. "I'd like to know."
"I don't see why it would matter if you were gay or not," I responded, attempting to figure out how to word it. "I have no problem with homos, because they are just like everyone else. They all have their own personalities, and who they choose to have sex with doesn't create their person. Why?"
"Well, I suppose because you always say things like 'That's so Gay' and things like that, it just kind of made me wonder," Brodi started, pausing. "Especially since a lot of people here seem to think I'm gay."
"They wish they could be as gay as you are and still be straight," I joke, moving my hair away from my eyes. "Because you're that kind of person, where your orientation doesn't make a difference, because it's not an important fact of your personality."
"I thought you just said your personality wasn't defined by you sexual preferences," Brodi responded, crossing his legs and looking at me inquisitively.
"Well, it's kind of hard to explain," I being, staring at him. "Like, there are some people, who are so gay, that's all you see about them. Then there are other people, who you totally forget their gay, because they never bring up their love life or make a big fuss about it. You'd fall into the latter if you were a homo."
So our conversation continued, each speaking our mind and debating about gay people, and terminologies for a lot of things. It was slightly uncomfortable, but it was one of those things that seemed like a pillow talk topic. Although pillow talk is more a girl thing.
I continuously felt an increasing urge to kiss Brodi, much to my horror. I know I have no problem with gay people, but I never viewed myself as someone who would be gay himself. Although we just covered this, it's not just "straight" and "gay" there are many areas in between. Besides, I only want to to see what it's like. I believe that would make me bi curious. I was listening to him, yet staring at his lips. They seemed to blend with his tan skin tone, yet they were obviously a different shade at the same time.
"Hey, Mac, have you ever thought of what it would ever be like with a guy?" Brodi asks, standing up to sit on his bed.
"I think this conversation sparked my first thoughts," I responded truthfully, looking at him. I made eye contact, not something I normally do. "Although I'm not really sure I'd be comfortable finding out anyway."
"Why not?" Brodi asked, looking at me. I shrug.
"I don't know. I just don't," I respond.
"I see," he responds, looking away. "That probably seems really awkward now that I think about it. I really hope you didn't get the wrong idea from that. I really don't swing that way."
"And I believe that, so stop making excuses for yourself," I respond jokingly, looking at him. "Otherwise I may think differently."
Night time seemed to come too soon, and pass too slowly. I spent a large portion of the night lying awake and staring at the ceiling, thinking of our conversation. I know if I were to retell the story, it would probably sound like we were hitting on each other. It's really kind of funny, actually. No one ever questions my sexuality, even I don't. Yet it seems everyone questions Brodi's, even though he acts more masculine than I do at times.
When I finally fell asleep, I had a strange dream that involved Brodi kissing me on the cheek and going down a slope. That wasn't exactly normal. It was disturbing, and made me fear falling back asleep. But tomorrow was going to be cold, so that means I better get some sleep otherwise I'm going to be tired when we go down to practise again tomorrow morning.
