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FILL: Surprise Parties Don't Always Go As Planned, 2/2
He fastens his fly, gathers what dignity he can, and climbs off Nate to face the invaders head-on. He reaches for the Iceman, thankfully finds him ready and waiting again, and keeps his voice one-hundred percent flat as he says,
“Gentlemen, I never thought I’d say it, but let’s drink to our hippy-hugging, tax-raising, defense-budget-cutting Commander in Chief who got rid of DADT.”
It’s Ray, of course, who shouts over the answering Oo-rah, “Fuck that shit, Bradley, you sly, rutting beast! This is light years beyond telling. We’ve got a metric fuck-ton of asking to do to catch up, and you best believe that interrogative shit is incoming right the hell now.”
“Well,” Brad says, allowing only the smallest of smiles to catch one corner of his mouth, “I think Nate would agree that there will be no asking whatsoever without copious amounts of alcohol, so you’d better all get your worthless, misshapen, gutter-minded carcasses inside.”
The men cheer and tromp fully inside, and in the ensuing racket, Brad turns away from the group to meet Nate’s eyes. They’re calm and confident and amused, and so fucking green that Brad feels the Iceman falter for a second. Nate, already re-clothed, tosses him his discarded t-shirt from the floor and comes to stand next to him as they’re greeted with various hugs, backslaps, and affectionate insults to their parentage.
As the men move into the kitchen to deposit and start in on the various alcoholic offerings they’ve brought, Brad leans close to Nate’s ear and gives him a quiet, “Semper fi.”
Nate smiles the earnest, easy smile that first caught Brad’s eye on a boot lieutenant all those years ago. “Semper fi, Brad,” he says back, and they advance together into the kitchen to join the celebration.
...sounding for all the world like he and Brad have been talking timetables and supply chains. “Brad and I were in the middle of something.” *DIES* NEW FAVORITE PART EVER.
Squee! Nate is just so goddamn perfect in this. Love how Brad lets Nate handle the situation as he lets himself recover. And Ray! LMAO there are some brilliant lines in this - I could quote all of it.
He fastens his fly, gathers what dignity he can, and climbs off Nate to face the invaders head-on. He reaches for the Iceman, thankfully finds him ready and waiting again, and keeps his voice one-hundred percent flat as he says,
“Gentlemen, I never thought I’d say it, but let’s drink to our hippy-hugging, tax-raising, defense-budget-cutting Commander in Chief who got rid of DADT.”
It’s Ray, of course, who shouts over the answering Oo-rah, “Fuck that shit, Bradley, you sly, rutting beast! This is light years beyond telling. We’ve got a metric fuck-ton of asking to do to catch up, and you best believe that interrogative shit is incoming right the hell now.”
“Well,” Brad says, allowing only the smallest of smiles to catch one corner of his mouth, “I think Nate would agree that there will be no asking whatsoever without copious amounts of alcohol, so you’d better all get your worthless, misshapen, gutter-minded carcasses inside.”
The men cheer and tromp fully inside, and in the ensuing racket, Brad turns away from the group to meet Nate’s eyes. They’re calm and confident and amused, and so fucking green that Brad feels the Iceman falter for a second. Nate, already re-clothed, tosses him his discarded t-shirt from the floor and comes to stand next to him as they’re greeted with various hugs, backslaps, and affectionate insults to their parentage.
As the men move into the kitchen to deposit and start in on the various alcoholic offerings they’ve brought, Brad leans close to Nate’s ear and gives him a quiet, “Semper fi.”
Nate smiles the earnest, easy smile that first caught Brad’s eye on a boot lieutenant all those years ago. “Semper fi, Brad,” he says back, and they advance together into the kitchen to join the celebration.
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Glad this made you so giddy.
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*DIES* NEW FAVORITE PART EVER.
Squee! Nate is just so goddamn perfect in this. Love how Brad lets Nate handle the situation as he lets himself recover. And Ray! LMAO there are some brilliant lines in this - I could quote all of it.
*rereads a million times and adds to favorites* ♥
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Glad you enjoyed this so much!
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