Title: Once More (With Feeling)
Author: BipolarMolar
Disclaimer: I make no money from this, strictly non-profit.
Ok, so have some additional bralker stories. Unrelated one-shots, standalones, filled prompts are here. Stories I either didn't want to continue, or had forgotten about. The bottom layer of curios in the drawer. The last stop on the bus. This is probably going to be my LAST Bralker fic (finally, right, lol) so it would mean a lot if you could review. Don't worry though; I'm definitely going to complete ALL incomplete work on here. Seriously, thanks for the support over the months of me writing bralker, I really really appreciated it.
Bye guys,
BM xxx
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GRENADEGASM
Set during the episode where "Joel gets himself into an explosive situation." For those who haven't seen it, some bad guys (Sampson's men) kidnap Joel, tie his wrists together and place what he is told is an active grenade into his hands. If he lets go of it, he'll be blown to kingdom come. They leave Joel, who is understandably terrified. Brendan and Walker find him and Brendan takes the grenade off him, without activating it. Joel runs to a safe distance and Brendan and Walker look at each other and then Brendan drops the grenade on purpose, where it falls harmlessly to the ground. It was a fake. Anyway, a bralker fan said that Walker's face during that scene looked aroused, so dubbed that scene- "The grenadegasm scene". And thus, a plotbunny grew. I experimented with a different writing style, like a stream of consciousness thing, to match the immediacy and urgency of the scene. Enjoy.
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There are 206 bones in the human body. There are 24 ribs on average in the human body. They form a ribcage. Protecting the lungs- the heart
-His heart feels like it's bursting…
and there are 5 litres of blood in the body, being pumped around
(like a machine)
to supply oxygen and nutrients around, around, around this delicate system –
circulatory, digestive, endocrine, immune, urinary, lymphatic, muscular, reproductive, skeletal, respiratory and nervous
-He feels so nervous.
But this is useless because those systems will fail. His heart will stop beating; his lungs (which are burning in his chest right now) will stop breathing.
If…
Brendan should let go of the grenade.
Joel's run off (coward) and it's him and Brendan, Brendan Brady and Simon Walker, as it always was, through prison and now this. Brendan can't die, not yet- Walker still has to make him pay, make him bleed and beg for every second that Cam weakens- every tear Walker shed for his brain-dead brother.
But still though- this moment- it's a thrill. Walker is tripping on the high of ready adrenaline and fear and it feels like flying
(he can see why Cam took drugs. Never felt that before.)
And Brendan 's got that odd hangdog expression where his eyes look too heavy, hands clutching the grenade, holding it so tight-
(he's held Walker like that in the past-by the throat and Walker can still feel the phantom fingers pressing down, and the heavy weight of a forearm on his clavicle).
It's almost like sex(He's glad of his coat) and the roaring high that's seeping him up like a tornado, no, a tsunami, will only swoop down into a crashing low when Brendan moves, moves the damn thing, damns them( huh- they're both going to hell, that's for certain, and Walker personally can't think of a worse punishment than being Brendan Brady's cellmate for eternity) or he'll throw it, but he'll need an arm like Aleksandr Baryshnikov to throw that thing so far that the damage won't touch them.
And for- oh god, Walker's hard. He can feel it, insistent, wants to take himself in hand and work out the tension until he comes in his trousers, feel the juice drip down his thighs to stain his shoes. All with Brendan watching. He wants to feel Brendan's scorching gaze, those eyes he wants to claw out to widen invitingly, a target awaiting an archer. He wants to come and feel Brendan touching him, right here in the open because in this one moment- between living and death- nothing matters. The moment owns him.
They count, Brendan and Simon, counting "One" "Two" "Three" and then Brendan
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the grenade.
It bounces a little, to roll to a halt at Brendan's feet.
Uhh. Grenades shouldn't…he feels stupid now, like a sleepy kind of stupid zzzzzz…grenades shouldn't bounce. Grenades should explode. It didn't explode- it's a fake.
Brendan's clearly not as tough as he pretends, his breath comes out in a rush with his eyes falling closed and his head tilts back to expose that throat- Walker stares at that expanse of skin- his mouth is open but now waters for that vulnerable flesh- he wants to lick and suck and bite.
"How did you know?" When they've stolen back relieved breaths, irritation, frustration and oh damn it, admiration colours Walker's words.
Brendan gives him a blind look, not really seeing the man.
"What makes you think I knew?" He says, before leaving Walker. Alone.
Later, as Walker lies in a hard, cold bed, lips parted in a breathless gasp, bringing himself to orgasm, the high from this isn't as overwhelming, as all-consuming as facing death with Brendan Brady. Because Walker needs Brendan.
FIN