The first time Ray talks him into putting where his mouth is, Nate has just returned from a covertly shared shower with Brad (everyone is Recon here, so "covert" just means Nate and Brad are telling and the guys do them the courtesy of pretendending they don't know) and is still trying to recover from the way Brad blew him, putting into good use all of the four minutes of not needing to breathe: swallowing around Nate, tight and slow, and pumping his fingers in and out of Nate's ass, like all he meant to do was drive him out of his mind.
It worked. Nate's legs still feel shaky.
So he's not completely in control of all his thought processes when Ray nudges and winks at Walt, and together they procure a bottle of Tequila, and Ray says, "Time to prove you know the rules to I never, LT."
Nate blinks. "There are barely any rules."
Ray grins. "My point exactly, homes."
Walt snickers, and Brad looks at them all unhappily. "Is this a sorry fucking excuse to get Nate to talk about sex, you lame hick?"
Ray laughs, but it's actually Walt who answers, eyes wide and innocent, "You bet your ass it is."
I have a break between classes and I went to the library to check my e-mail and there it was. YOU EVIL, EVIL WOMAN. THANK YOU.
You can write HOTNESS so easily and you can do it in one sentence, I'm in awe. NOT LIKE NATE WAS, BUT STILL.
PLEASE, TELL ME (FEEL FREE TO WRITE ME, TOO) THAT NATE DRUNK THEM UNDER THE TABLE AND THEN TALKED ABOUT SEX, BECAUSE THEY ALL KNEW NEITHER RAY OR WALT WOULD REMEMBER IT. RAY ALMOST CRIED HE WOULDN'T AND HE WANTED TO TAKE NOTES OR SOMETHING, BUT HIS FINGERS WEREN'T COOPERATING. THE ONES THAT WEREN'T ON WALT'S ASS AT THE TIME, THAT IS.
I'M IN A LIBRARY AND I'M WRITING IN CAPSLOCK. HAVE A NICE DAY.
WALT DID ONE BETTER, HE ACTUALLY DID TAKE NOTES, BALANCING THE PAPER AND PEN ON HIS KNEE UNDER THE TABLE AND EVEN GOING SO FAR AS TO WRITE LEFT-HANDED SO NO ONE WOULD NOTICE ANYTHING, BUT THEN HE SORT OF FORGOT HE WAS SITTING AT THE SAME TABLE WITH THE FREAKING ICEMAN, SO ONE TIME HE WAS USING THE HEAD AND CAME BACK THE PIECE OF PAPER WAS JUST FUCKING GONE AND WALT KNEW EXACTLY HOW TO BLAME.
SO THEN HE STARTED WRITING ON HIS WRIST, AND AT POINT EVEN NATE NOTICED AND WAS LIKE, GUYS, NOT IMPRESSED.
IF IT WAS NATE WRITING ON HIS WRIST, I'D LABEL IT NC-17. HOTNESS OVERLOAD.
AND THEY WERE LIKE, BUT WE ARE IMPRESSED, WE REALLY ARE. TELL US SOME MORE. BUT NATE DIDN'T AND RAY AND WALT CRASHED IN THEIR SPARE BEDROOM AND THEN BRAD SHOWED NATE THOSE NOTES AND WELL.
AND IN THE MORNING RAY AND WALT WERE BOTH HUNGOVER *AND* TOTALLY PISSED OFF, AND PLEDGED TO BE BETTER PREPARED NEXT TIME. IT WAS LIKE, YOU JUST WATCH IT, COLBERT, YOU NOTE-STEALING GIANT FREAK. I'LL GET YOUR BOYFRIEND TALKING AGAIN AND NEXT TIME THERE WILL BE PERMANENT MARKERS AND WE WILL GET OUR DOCUMENTED PROOF OF NATE'S FILTHY MOUTH EVEN IF WE HAVE TO WRITE THINGS RIGHT ON YOUR KITCHEN TABLE, OK.
Hahahah. Sadly, that's such a lie. I can't even remember the last time I managed actual porn. Ooops, no, yes I do. But that doesn't count because it was the creepy stag party piece. XD
AND BRAD'S LIKE, STAY AWAY FROM NATE'S MOUTH OR I WILL END YOU. AND I CAN GET RID OF THE KITCHEN TABLE. BY BREAKING IT ON YOUR STUPID HEADS, FOR EXAMPLE.
Oh, come on, you can write smut and hotness and closeness and PUT IT IN ONE SENTENCE and I'm like *____*
It worked. Nate's legs still feel shaky.
So he's not completely in control of all his thought processes when Ray nudges and winks at Walt, and together they procure a bottle of Tequila, and Ray says, "Time to prove you know the rules to I never, LT."
Nate blinks. "There are barely any rules."
Ray grins. "My point exactly, homes."
Walt snickers, and Brad looks at them all unhappily. "Is this a sorry fucking excuse to get Nate to talk about sex, you lame hick?"
Ray laughs, but it's actually Walt who answers, eyes wide and innocent, "You bet your ass it is."
(HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH GOOD MORNING BB.)
Reply
You can write HOTNESS so easily and you can do it in one sentence, I'm in awe. NOT LIKE NATE WAS, BUT STILL.
PLEASE, TELL ME (FEEL FREE TO WRITE ME, TOO) THAT NATE DRUNK THEM UNDER THE TABLE AND THEN TALKED ABOUT SEX, BECAUSE THEY ALL KNEW NEITHER RAY OR WALT WOULD REMEMBER IT. RAY ALMOST CRIED HE WOULDN'T AND HE WANTED TO TAKE NOTES OR SOMETHING, BUT HIS FINGERS WEREN'T COOPERATING. THE ONES THAT WEREN'T ON WALT'S ASS AT THE TIME, THAT IS.
I'M IN A LIBRARY AND I'M WRITING IN CAPSLOCK. HAVE A NICE DAY.
Reply
SO THEN HE STARTED WRITING ON HIS WRIST, AND AT POINT EVEN NATE NOTICED AND WAS LIKE, GUYS, NOT IMPRESSED.
Reply
AND THEY WERE LIKE, BUT WE ARE IMPRESSED, WE REALLY ARE. TELL US SOME MORE.
BUT NATE DIDN'T AND RAY AND WALT CRASHED IN THEIR SPARE BEDROOM AND THEN BRAD SHOWED NATE THOSE NOTES AND WELL.
YOU ARE BETTER AT WRITING PORN. JUST SAYING.
Reply
Hahahah. Sadly, that's such a lie. I can't even remember the last time I managed actual porn. Ooops, no, yes I do. But that doesn't count because it was the creepy stag party piece. XD
Reply
Oh, come on, you can write smut and hotness and closeness and PUT IT IN ONE SENTENCE and I'm like *____*
Reply
Leave a comment