Yeah, CAKE
Title: Cake
Fandom: Generation Kill
Rating: pg-13 for awesome
Summary: Nate eats some cake. FOR AGEOFTHEGEEK, FOR BEING AWESOME!
The tang of the strawberries was the first thing he tasted, bursting across his tongue. The syrup sticky sweet on the roof of his mouth, the solid chunk of fruit pulping between his teeth, fresh and firm. The chocolate came next, creamy and thick, smooth on his tongue, melting down his throat, cool and bittersweet. He sighed out a moan, eyes closed, and took another bite, syrup dripping down across his full lower lip. He swiped his thumb across his mouth, slow and satiated, before sucking the syrup off, then he licked his lips, making sure he'd gotten it all before taking another bite. There was a strangled sound from his right, near the register, and he looked up. The entire cafe was staring at him with focused intent, the counter worker flushed and wide-eyed in awe. Across from him, Brad growled, low in his throat, the spark of heat in his eyes intense and promising, possessive. Nate smiled slowly, a flush spreading across his cheeks, and said,
"What? It's really good cheesecake."
Fandom: Generation Kill
Rating: pg-13 for awesome
Summary: Nate eats some cake. FOR AGEOFTHEGEEK, FOR BEING AWESOME!
The tang of the strawberries was the first thing he tasted, bursting across his tongue. The syrup sticky sweet on the roof of his mouth, the solid chunk of fruit pulping between his teeth, fresh and firm. The chocolate came next, creamy and thick, smooth on his tongue, melting down his throat, cool and bittersweet. He sighed out a moan, eyes closed, and took another bite, syrup dripping down across his full lower lip. He swiped his thumb across his mouth, slow and satiated, before sucking the syrup off, then he licked his lips, making sure he'd gotten it all before taking another bite. There was a strangled sound from his right, near the register, and he looked up. The entire cafe was staring at him with focused intent, the counter worker flushed and wide-eyed in awe. Across from him, Brad growled, low in his throat, the spark of heat in his eyes intense and promising, possessive. Nate smiled slowly, a flush spreading across his cheeks, and said,
"What? It's really good cheesecake."