It’s Strange to Miss Someone You Don’t Remember | Part 4
Title: It’s Strange to Miss Someone You Don’t Remember
Part: 4/??
Fandoms: Generation Kill
Pairings/Characters: Brad/Ray, Walt
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,027 (7,474 WIP)
Warnings: Adult language, themes, and sexual content
Disclaimer: I do not own the show, or the fictional interpretations from which this is based. I’m just exercising my fangirl fantasies for a bit.
Summary: There’s a man in every picture that Brad doesn’t recognize. He sends letters, and Brad knows it’s his boyfriend, but he can’t connect. For some odd reason, Brad misses him, but he can’t love him. Not anymore. Not since the accident.
Author’s Notes: So, this is a very Walt-centric flashback from when Ray was overseas. I apologize for that but I promise that the next part will be Ray-centric, and then the part after that will be back to the modern story line.
Brad and Walt spend a day on the beach.
Walt just couldn’t say no when Brad called him up asking if he wanted to spend the afternoon together. He’d agreed on the condition that he could have some time to himself to study. Brad didn’t seem to care.
“Whatever you’ve got to do,” he had responded in an enthusiastic voice. He understood how important education was to Walt.
The slender, blonde country boy was lying on his stomach, his back warm from the Californian sun. His legs bent up at his, and slowly swung in the air. There was a bright pink spot on the side of his mouth, from the highlighter that was hanging from his lips as he read. His eyes darted across the page as he tried to soak in as much information as he could. It was more difficult than he thought. Every so often, he’d become distracted and glance up at the beautiful form that was Brad Colbert. He was out on his surfboard, riding the waves.
Walt was almost put into a trace.
Brad moved on the water with such grace and confidence. Walt wished he could move like that. He was usually falling over or dropping things. He remembered one time back home he’d been running across the yard to see if there was any damage to the barn after a large storm, when he suddenly found himself lying flat on his back with the wind knocked out him. He had no idea why, until he went back into the house and his mother asked him why there was a big red mark across his throat. Apparently the clothes line had broken and fell down. He hadn’t been paying attention because it never usually got in his way. After that he was always careful to watch where he was going when he had to run errands in the barn.
A few drops of water fell against Walt’s notes, smudging some of the ink, and a shadow came over him. He looked up at Brad with his signature goofy grin, as he closed his books.
“Oh,” Brad said regretfully, “I hope I didn’t interrupt your studying. If you want I can-“
Walt pulled the highlighter from his mouth, and capped it.
“No, no, no. It’s okay, I deserve a break anyways. I can only fit some much information in my mind at a time. I’m always careful with my brain capacity. It’s how I stay so adorable.”
The Viking gave a quizzical look. “I can see that,” he said crouching down. “And, apparently studying gives you polka dots.” He gently ran his thumb over the corner of Walt’s mouth. His soft, pink skin.
Walt shivered. Part of him loved being touched like that. It was so gentle and romantic that he couldn’t resist. He glanced away, as his face grew even brighter. It couldn’t be humanly possible to be that happy. Especially under the circumstances. Technically Brad was already seeing someone, since he refused to listen to his nurse’s advice. It had been a little over two months, and Brad still hadn’t told his boyfriend - Ray - that he had no idea who he was. That he couldn’t love the marine anymore.
Walt chuckled, “See, that’s a sign that I’ve been studying too much. You have to entertain me now.” He pushed himself up to his knees, sand sticking to his bare chest. He was by no stretch of the imagination ‘ripped’, but he kept himself in shape. Running everyday, swimming when he could. He had lost a lot of muscle mass after moving away from the farm. He didn’t have the same amount of time, or the same type of work, to sustain much muscle. But he was okay with that. It helped him blend in more, and gave him a more relaxed physique.
“Entertain you,” Brad thought aloud. “I can’t juggle or sing worth a damn. How would you like me to entertain you?”
“Can you dance,” Walt asked with a grin.
Brad can’t resist the young boy’s expressions. The grin made him feel lighter than air, like nothing could ever possibly be wrong in the world. Not with the glorious ray of sunshine that just seemed to exude from Walt Hasser.
“Not alone, and not without a moderately high blood alcohol level,” he responded.
“Well then, you aren’t very much use then.” the young man pushed himself to his feet, a layer of sand sticking to his stomach. “I want to be entertained. What am I supposed to do now?”
Brad stepped closer. “I could think of a few other things we could do. But we would have to go back to my place first. Such displays in public are usually frowned upon in civilized society.”
He moved even closer.
They were now chest-to-chest and for a moment, Walt thought he would be taken in by the advances. He felt like he was becoming intoxicated from just being in the same vicinity as Brad. He wanted the Californian to sweep him away. Make him forget everything. Fuck him so hard, he would pass out when he came.
Walt wasn’t as innocent as he looked. He could be devious and had collected a fair share of notches on his bedpost. Actually more than his fair share. With a face and ass like his, he found it surprisingly easy. This time he wanted Brad, and it seemed like the desire was reciprocated.
However, there was still one thing that Walt couldn’t shake.
He took a step back, putting some space between their half-naked bodies. “Brad. We can’t. This can’t happen.”
“Why not?”
“Because you have a boyfriend… overseas… in a war. Who still thinks that you’re still together. I may be a slut, but I do have some morals.” With that, Walt promptly bent over and picked up his books. “I have to go home and study,” he said standing back up.
Turning on his heels, Walt quickly marched away, leaving Brad alone on the beach, bewildered look on his face.
Meanwhile somewhere in the Iraqi desert, a group of war-weary marines were crowded around a Humvee, anxiously awaiting mail call.
Part: 4/??
Fandoms: Generation Kill
Pairings/Characters: Brad/Ray, Walt
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,027 (7,474 WIP)
Warnings: Adult language, themes, and sexual content
Disclaimer: I do not own the show, or the fictional interpretations from which this is based. I’m just exercising my fangirl fantasies for a bit.
Summary: There’s a man in every picture that Brad doesn’t recognize. He sends letters, and Brad knows it’s his boyfriend, but he can’t connect. For some odd reason, Brad misses him, but he can’t love him. Not anymore. Not since the accident.
Author’s Notes: So, this is a very Walt-centric flashback from when Ray was overseas. I apologize for that but I promise that the next part will be Ray-centric, and then the part after that will be back to the modern story line.
Brad and Walt spend a day on the beach.
Walt just couldn’t say no when Brad called him up asking if he wanted to spend the afternoon together. He’d agreed on the condition that he could have some time to himself to study. Brad didn’t seem to care.
“Whatever you’ve got to do,” he had responded in an enthusiastic voice. He understood how important education was to Walt.
The slender, blonde country boy was lying on his stomach, his back warm from the Californian sun. His legs bent up at his, and slowly swung in the air. There was a bright pink spot on the side of his mouth, from the highlighter that was hanging from his lips as he read. His eyes darted across the page as he tried to soak in as much information as he could. It was more difficult than he thought. Every so often, he’d become distracted and glance up at the beautiful form that was Brad Colbert. He was out on his surfboard, riding the waves.
Walt was almost put into a trace.
Brad moved on the water with such grace and confidence. Walt wished he could move like that. He was usually falling over or dropping things. He remembered one time back home he’d been running across the yard to see if there was any damage to the barn after a large storm, when he suddenly found himself lying flat on his back with the wind knocked out him. He had no idea why, until he went back into the house and his mother asked him why there was a big red mark across his throat. Apparently the clothes line had broken and fell down. He hadn’t been paying attention because it never usually got in his way. After that he was always careful to watch where he was going when he had to run errands in the barn.
A few drops of water fell against Walt’s notes, smudging some of the ink, and a shadow came over him. He looked up at Brad with his signature goofy grin, as he closed his books.
“Oh,” Brad said regretfully, “I hope I didn’t interrupt your studying. If you want I can-“
Walt pulled the highlighter from his mouth, and capped it.
“No, no, no. It’s okay, I deserve a break anyways. I can only fit some much information in my mind at a time. I’m always careful with my brain capacity. It’s how I stay so adorable.”
The Viking gave a quizzical look. “I can see that,” he said crouching down. “And, apparently studying gives you polka dots.” He gently ran his thumb over the corner of Walt’s mouth. His soft, pink skin.
Walt shivered. Part of him loved being touched like that. It was so gentle and romantic that he couldn’t resist. He glanced away, as his face grew even brighter. It couldn’t be humanly possible to be that happy. Especially under the circumstances. Technically Brad was already seeing someone, since he refused to listen to his nurse’s advice. It had been a little over two months, and Brad still hadn’t told his boyfriend - Ray - that he had no idea who he was. That he couldn’t love the marine anymore.
Walt chuckled, “See, that’s a sign that I’ve been studying too much. You have to entertain me now.” He pushed himself up to his knees, sand sticking to his bare chest. He was by no stretch of the imagination ‘ripped’, but he kept himself in shape. Running everyday, swimming when he could. He had lost a lot of muscle mass after moving away from the farm. He didn’t have the same amount of time, or the same type of work, to sustain much muscle. But he was okay with that. It helped him blend in more, and gave him a more relaxed physique.
“Entertain you,” Brad thought aloud. “I can’t juggle or sing worth a damn. How would you like me to entertain you?”
“Can you dance,” Walt asked with a grin.
Brad can’t resist the young boy’s expressions. The grin made him feel lighter than air, like nothing could ever possibly be wrong in the world. Not with the glorious ray of sunshine that just seemed to exude from Walt Hasser.
“Not alone, and not without a moderately high blood alcohol level,” he responded.
“Well then, you aren’t very much use then.” the young man pushed himself to his feet, a layer of sand sticking to his stomach. “I want to be entertained. What am I supposed to do now?”
Brad stepped closer. “I could think of a few other things we could do. But we would have to go back to my place first. Such displays in public are usually frowned upon in civilized society.”
He moved even closer.
They were now chest-to-chest and for a moment, Walt thought he would be taken in by the advances. He felt like he was becoming intoxicated from just being in the same vicinity as Brad. He wanted the Californian to sweep him away. Make him forget everything. Fuck him so hard, he would pass out when he came.
Walt wasn’t as innocent as he looked. He could be devious and had collected a fair share of notches on his bedpost. Actually more than his fair share. With a face and ass like his, he found it surprisingly easy. This time he wanted Brad, and it seemed like the desire was reciprocated.
However, there was still one thing that Walt couldn’t shake.
He took a step back, putting some space between their half-naked bodies. “Brad. We can’t. This can’t happen.”
“Why not?”
“Because you have a boyfriend… overseas… in a war. Who still thinks that you’re still together. I may be a slut, but I do have some morals.” With that, Walt promptly bent over and picked up his books. “I have to go home and study,” he said standing back up.
Turning on his heels, Walt quickly marched away, leaving Brad alone on the beach, bewildered look on his face.
Meanwhile somewhere in the Iraqi desert, a group of war-weary marines were crowded around a Humvee, anxiously awaiting mail call.