Generation Kill | Brad/Nate, Ray/Nate | PG15
The research is obviously fucking with my brain bigtime, because this too is just... weird & uncalled-for. And also another one of those 'proceed at your own risk' things.
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Fuck.
He tries not to fall out of the Humvee, but he's not sure he succeeds. Probably not. His grip on the door is almost painful, but that helps a little. He gritts out "I'm going to go and check" and pretends Ray doesn't moan on the other side of the vehicle.
The sand is slippery like it hasn't been for weeks. But Brad is fucking Recon and he can fucking crawl on the bottom of the ocean with a hard-on. He can do it.
He passes the berm and sees him. Not much to see, to be honest, because Nate's turned away, but the motion of his hand is quite obvious. Brad swallows the moan that wants to escape his mouth. His dick is so hard, it's leaking already without anybody touching it.
Nate lets out a quiet moan of his own and he tilts his head just so. And Brad knows that in reality he can hardly see anything, but his imagination is working full force. In his mind, he’s right behind Nate, his nose in Nate’s hair, inhaling deep, his hands gripping Nate’s hips and he’s pushing his cock between Nate’ ( ... )
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But Brad is fucking Recon and he can fucking crawl on the bottom of the ocean with a hard-on.
AND I HONEST TO GOD BURST OUT LAUGHING, HERE, RIGHT BEFORE IT GOT HOT AS FUCK. YOU SO WIN, BB.
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And, just saying, I loved that little bit of domesticity at the end. ♥
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