Re: Colbert/Fick - “When I can’t bring myself to say what I need to do / my heart plays Russian idrilkaDecember 19 2010, 15:37:34 UTC
Brad considers it for a moment, but it’s too dark in the apartment to do anything, and he doesn’t know the layout, so he turns on the tall lamp standing in the far corner of the room, which giving off soft, mellow light that won’t hurt Nate’s eyes.
“Thank you,” he says, tugging Brad by the wrist until he sits on the couch beside Nate.
This is when Nate leans in and kisses him, soft and sloppy, and when he moves back, he looks equally scared and fucked up. His lips are even more red when he licks them, like he’s chasing the taste of Brad with his tongue.
“I had to,” he explains in a broken voice, “just this once, before… I had to. I’m sorry.”
Brad feels like he can’t breathe for a moment. The words he can’t say are choking him.
“Let’s get you to bed,” he tells him instead.
Nate looks like he wants to say something or do something, but he doesn’t protest when Brad leads him to his bedroom and starts to undress him, carefully avoiding his eyes.
“Sleep it off, Nate,” he says then and leaves the apartment.
He spends the next few hours quietly freaking out on Mike Wynn’s front porch.
He never considered that. That Nate might want him, too. That Nate might feel guilty about that. As if you could know Nate and not want him. Laughable, really.
Brad knows there’s a number of reasons why this is a bad idea. He might get burned again. There’s DADT. He doesn’t want to fuck up Nate’s life, it’s complicated enough as it is.
But it’s Nate. Brad has learned not to want a lot from life, but this-if he can have it-this is something he wants. It is so simple.
So come morning, he refuses Mike’s offer of coffee and toast and drives back to Nate’s apartment. He still has the keys stuffed in his pocket-he forgot to hand them back to Nate once they came in, and then he run, incapable of thinking at all.
Nate is still asleep, so Brad closes his bedroom door and, as quietly as he can, he makes two cups of coffee and one egg white omelet. He couldn’t eat anything right now anyway, his stomach is in knots.
“Nate, your breakfast is ready,” he says quietly, sitting down on the edge of the bed, and he dips his head to press his lips to the corner of Nate’s mouth, then watches him stir on the bed for a moment before he finally opens his eyes.
Brad kisses him then, while his heart is pounding so hard that the sound is nearly deafening in his ears, but his lips are sure, because he needs Nate to understand.
When he moves away, Nate’s eyes are huge and green, staring at him without blinking.
“Brad?” he asks, his voice hoarse. “What are you doing here? I thought you-”
Brad swallows and thinks of all the things he thought he couldn’t say, of all the things he thought he didn’t know how to say. Maybe he could find the right words after all.
Re: Colbert/Fick - “When I can’t bring myself to say what I need to do / my heart plays Russian lickingbeadsDecember 19 2010, 19:29:55 UTC
Oooooooohh god. THIS WASN'T HERE THIS MORNING. BUT I FOUND IT. And. And. This is, seriously, THE fucking paddle party fic I've been waiting for all this time. Nate drunk and vulnerable and wanting to--just once--and Brad, quietly freaking out on Mike Wynn’s front porch.
Besides, the first part is hitting my Brad-taking-care-of-Nate vanilla kink so fucking hard. Nnnghghg. Have I ever, by chance, told you how freaking much I love the way you write B/N? ♥
As if you could know Nate and not want him. Laughable, really. Truer words. Mmmm.
Re: Colbert/Fick - “When I can’t bring myself to say what I need to do / my heart plays Russian idrilkaDecember 21 2010, 00:14:40 UTC
I was still asleep in the morning. XD Oh God, honey, thank you so much, I'm so happy that you liked it. I have such a soft spot fot Brad taking care of Nate, too, and I simply couldn't resist. And I love the idea of Gunny Wynn, the ultimate mother hen and matchmaker extraordinaire, so yeah, Mike's front porch was the only real choice here, as far as Brad's freakout was concerned. ;)
Have I ever, by chance, told you how freaking much I love the way you write B/N? ♥ I'm grinning so hard right now, you have no idea. Thank you. ♥
Re: Colbert/Fick - “When I can’t bring myself to say what I need to do / my heart plays Russian wearemanyDecember 19 2010, 21:05:23 UTC
oh man, i love this so much. i love how brad won't let him go up alone, and won't stay, but still has to come back. and i love how it never occurred to him to think it might be mutual.
Re: Colbert/Fick - “When I can’t bring myself to say what I need to do / my heart plays Russian ringheledielDecember 20 2010, 16:51:23 UTC
This is five million kinds of perfect *headdesks* (Brad running away and coming back to make brekkie...I can't even start to explain how adorkable that is)
Re: Colbert/Fick - “When I can’t bring myself to say what I need to do / my heart plays Russian idrilkaDecember 21 2010, 00:20:48 UTC
Thank you so much! I'm glad you liked it. And, well, Brad needed some peace and quiet to freak out about the fact that he might get his wish after all (sometimes it's scary at first), but then he got his shit together and did the right thing. :D And given that my Brad can be pretty retarded at times, that has to count for something. XD
“Thank you,” he says, tugging Brad by the wrist until he sits on the couch beside Nate.
This is when Nate leans in and kisses him, soft and sloppy, and when he moves back, he looks equally scared and fucked up. His lips are even more red when he licks them, like he’s chasing the taste of Brad with his tongue.
“I had to,” he explains in a broken voice, “just this once, before… I had to. I’m sorry.”
Brad feels like he can’t breathe for a moment. The words he can’t say are choking him.
“Let’s get you to bed,” he tells him instead.
Nate looks like he wants to say something or do something, but he doesn’t protest when Brad leads him to his bedroom and starts to undress him, carefully avoiding his eyes.
“Sleep it off, Nate,” he says then and leaves the apartment.
He spends the next few hours quietly freaking out on Mike Wynn’s front porch.
He never considered that. That Nate might want him, too. That Nate might feel guilty about that. As if you could know Nate and not want him. Laughable, really.
Brad knows there’s a number of reasons why this is a bad idea. He might get burned again. There’s DADT. He doesn’t want to fuck up Nate’s life, it’s complicated enough as it is.
But it’s Nate. Brad has learned not to want a lot from life, but this-if he can have it-this is something he wants. It is so simple.
So come morning, he refuses Mike’s offer of coffee and toast and drives back to Nate’s apartment. He still has the keys stuffed in his pocket-he forgot to hand them back to Nate once they came in, and then he run, incapable of thinking at all.
Nate is still asleep, so Brad closes his bedroom door and, as quietly as he can, he makes two cups of coffee and one egg white omelet. He couldn’t eat anything right now anyway, his stomach is in knots.
“Nate, your breakfast is ready,” he says quietly, sitting down on the edge of the bed, and he dips his head to press his lips to the corner of Nate’s mouth, then watches him stir on the bed for a moment before he finally opens his eyes.
Brad kisses him then, while his heart is pounding so hard that the sound is nearly deafening in his ears, but his lips are sure, because he needs Nate to understand.
When he moves away, Nate’s eyes are huge and green, staring at him without blinking.
“Brad?” he asks, his voice hoarse. “What are you doing here? I thought you-”
Brad swallows and thinks of all the things he thought he couldn’t say, of all the things he thought he didn’t know how to say. Maybe he could find the right words after all.
“Yeah, I did,” he admits. “But I came back.”
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Mike, the matchmaker = ♥
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Brad Colbert, the blindest Recon Marine ever. :)
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Besides, the first part is hitting my Brad-taking-care-of-Nate vanilla kink so fucking hard. Nnnghghg. Have I ever, by chance, told you how freaking much I love the way you write B/N? ♥
As if you could know Nate and not want him. Laughable, really.
Truer words. Mmmm.
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Have I ever, by chance, told you how freaking much I love the way you write B/N? ♥
I'm grinning so hard right now, you have no idea. Thank you. ♥
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