FIC: Poisoned pleasure or empoisonner plaisir

[missdunham]

Title: Poisoned pleasure or empoisonner plaisir
Pairing: Brad/Ray
Rating: M
Words: 336
Disclaimer: I do not own and never will (sadly)
A/n:  I got this idea after a conversation with kate_everson. It had to be written!  Brad can’t help but listen as Ray has his first Combat Jack.
Cross posted to colbert_person


Poisoned pleasure or empoisonner plaisir

Brad/Ray

M

Brad could hear him from where he was laid; snuggled in his sleeping bag in a ‘grave’.

He could hear the moans and husky groans that issued from Ray’s parted lips. He could hear the thwoping sound of skin jerking against hard muscle.

Fuck. He could almost taste it.

Brad shifted, suddenly feeling hot and uncomfortable in such a small space. He was hard and though it wasn’t painful, it was hardly the idea of comfort. Brad shifted onto his back, legs parting to give him space.

Another groan and the sound of flat palm against steel; Ray leaned against the humvee to steady himself.

Brad opened his eyes; he could just about make out Ray; his eyes were shut and he was biting his bottom lip. His arm was pumping at a speedy pace, breath coming out in ragged pants. He was close to the edge now.

Brad found his hand snaking into his camouflage pants. He gripped his member hard, biting back a moan. Ray was pumping was harder now and he was gasping into the darkness, legs shaking with effort.

Brad squeezed the tip between his forefingers, while trying to remember that this was Ray he was masturbating with; masturbating to.

Ray; the arrogant little asshole. Ray; who’s mind was so vulgar it was almost disgusting. Ray; who could be cock-loving one day and pussy-loving the next.

But, it was Ray who was making him so terribly hard and it was Ray who was so close to coming. Brad began to thrust, jerk, pull, tug, trying to match Ray’s pace.

And then Walt was there. ‘Jesus fucking Christ, Walt. Are you serious?’ came Ray’s pissed off voice. Brad pulled his hand from his pants, exhaling almost angrily into the night. He shut his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

They’d have to wait another night to complete what they’d started.

He had a war to fight and he was sure Ray would be free later.

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