You remember that AU I wrote for Brad and Nate? Where Nate was a dancer? This picture always makes me think of Brad watching Nate in the dance studio, staring at his magnificent rock solid ass, and when he’s come out of his extension, how it just softens right up into the two voluptuous perfect globes you could bounce quarters off of.
I think sometimes in that world, Brad probably just goes to the studio to watch Nate dance, and Nate’s just doing his thing, and Brad’s trying to get work done, and all of a sudden he’s dealing with inappropriate erections in a room full of annoying Juilliard students and their bitchy instructors. He probably tells himself it’s not worth the horrible rush of shame and discomfort and goddamn bewilderment that watching somebody just move can get him like that, and yet…and yet he goes back.