Good Cookies: Prompt and Fill Post, Round Two

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Good Cookie, definition: 1. Marine Corps Good Conduct Medal; 2. Generation Kill fanworks created for YAGKYAS. Can include short (under 1000 words) ficlets, drabbles, drawables, mixtapes, fanart, whatever!

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FILL: Yielding Center 2/3

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"Brad," Nate says again, only this time he's just shy of wrecked. Brad raises his hand, straightens the brim of Nate's cover, and runs his thumb along Nate's eyebrow.

"Don't worry about this one," he says, staring into Nate's eyes with resolution of his own. "This one doesn't matter. Don't worry about it."

Nate searches Brad's face, and Brad could watch him forever. He plans to. "Brad, I--you know what it means, I just--"

Brad cups the side of his face, not missing how Nate turns so slightly into the touch. "Don't worry about this one."

Nate's hand comes up to clasp Brad's wrist, glove over glove, gaze not wavering. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"I have never not wanted to do this," Brad says before Nate can even finish speaking.

Nate's youthful smile creases the bow of his mouth. "Let me finish a sentence for once tonight, Gunny," he admonishes, moving his hand so it rests against Brad's own.

"What's the fun in that?" Brad counters, and dips his head to kiss Nate again. This time, they're on the same page; Brad can feel that the nerves Nate had been working so hard to stifle are quelled.

It's not that he wants to make a statement. Or, it's not only that he wants to make a statement. Brad disapproves of lying on general principle, and especially disapproves of lying to men he holds responsible for insuring his safety and livelihood. All that bullshit about unit cohesion was true on one account: it's harder to look a man you must trust with your life in the eye when you can't talk about the terrible family-in-law dinner you went to with your husband last week.