For alethialia - a few good (gay) men

Everyone around Brad seems much more caught up in the Don't Ask, Don't Tell repeal than Brad is. It's never really mattered to him one way or the other. What he does is no one's business but his own.

The men he serves with don't care how he sucks cock, they care how he holds his M-4.

On the day the new bill is signed into law, Brad calls Nate late at night. "So, your liberal hippies have finally removed the last barrier to our connubial bliss."

There's a pause. "George, I've told you already we're not getting married."

"George?" Brad parrots irritably.

"You mean this isn't George Clooney?" Nate says, the hint of mockery apparent.

Brad exhales through his nose. "Cute."

"I know I am," Nate announces around a yawn. "So what is it that my people are alleged to have done now?"

"You have people? I thought I was the one with the people."

"No, you're part of the chosen people, I just have people."

"I stand corrected," Brad agrees graciously. "Now, let's talk about your people."

"What did they do?"

"They repealed DADT."

Nate yawns again. "I thought you were calling me with real news."

"You mean that's not news? I thought it was the last thing keeping you from defiling me in front of Godfather and country."

"More like platoon and country. And no, that's not what's keeping me from defiling you."

There's a long pause. "You mean you weren't restraining yourself for the sake of my career?"

Nate scoffs. "I was restraining myself for the sake of my credit card bill and flying six hours for a booty call. DADT is just a bunch of words on a piece of paper."

Brad's silent. "So, you're not a law-biding bastard, you're just a cheap one."

Nate laughs. "Damn straight."

There's a long pause before Nate speaks again. "Was there any other point to this phone call besides calling me names?"

"Yeah," Brad says. "I was actually calling to schedule a booty call."

Nate laughs again. "Now you're talking."