Generation Kill - Brad x Nate, Ray x Walt, Brad x Ray, Nate x Walt, Brad x Nate x Ray, Brad x Nate x
Generation Kill
Brad Colbert x Nate Fick & Walt Hasser x Ray Person & Brad Colbert x Ray Person & Nate Fick x Walt Hasser & Brad Colbert x Nate Fick x Ray Person & Brad Colbert x Nate Fick x Ray Person x Walt Hasser
Brad Colbert x Nate Fick
Title: Tequila
Theme: Kinky Wednesday
Prompt: ember_firedrake, Brad/Nate, frottage
Word Count: 441
Originally Posted: 02 February 2011, here
They’ve been sharing desperate kisses for the last twenty minutes, the taste of tequila and limes having long since faded, chased away by the slick-slide of tongues. Nate’s fingers curl in Brad’s belt loops, tugging urgently until Brad moves where Nate wants him, half on Nate’s lap and bracing himself on the back of the couch.
“Sir?” Brad asks, ducking his head to nip along Nate’s jaw. It’s one thing to make out on Ray’s couch when they could just blame everything on the alcohol, but it’s another thing entirely for Nate to arch his hips up and grind his erection into Brad’s ass.
“Less talking, more kissing,” Nate replies. Their tongues tangle when their lips brush together again, achingly familiar, because Nate’s mouth is made for kissing and Brad abuses it whenever he can. Nate’s fingers skim up under the hem of Brad’s shirt, causing warmth to pump through Brad’s veins, and Nate doesn’t stop rolling his hips up against Brad.
Against his better judgment, Brad lets him. He’s going to blame the alcohol for this later, and he has no real regrets in scarring Ray for life, wherever he slipped off to. He nips at Nate’s lower lip, sucking it into his mouth at the same time he rolls his hips forward against Nate’s stomach, groaning at the not enough but still good pressure and friction.
Nate just makes encouraging sounds as he teases his fingers along Brad’s spine, before dropping his hands to cup Brad’s ass and force him closer. “Fuck,” Nate says, breaking the kiss to mouth at Brad’s jaw. He has to dig his heels into the carpet for leverage, and he doesn’t stop rolling his hips up against Brad. “So good.”
And Brad would complain about Nate treating him like a girl, but they’re both drunk, and Nate’s right. Between the alcohol and the arousal buzzing through his system, Brad feels warm all over, and every slight motion of his hips makes the base of his spine tingle until Brad forgets he should complain, muttering “more” against Nate’s cheek instead.
Nate’s more than willing to oblige, mouthing kisses down Brad’s neck to his throat, biting down and sucking a red mark into the skin. The grinding of his hips is in incessant, his fingers curling painfully tight into Brad’s skin while he pants more frantically the closer he gets.
Brad knows they’ll probably regret dry humping like teenagers in the morning when they’re hung over and sticky. He can’t bring himself to care though, because Nate starts to whimper-whine before kissing Brad, and it’s not Brad’s fault if he forgets to breathe, let alone think.
Title: Too Much, Not Enough
Theme: Kinky Wednesday
Prompt: kari_hermione, messy blowjob
Word Count: 408
Originally Posted: 02 February 2011, here
The sight alone is almost enough to kill him. Nate’s on his knees in nothing but a pair of plaid shorts Brad had mocked him about earlier and his boxers, his skin shining with sweat as he moves between Brad’s legs. His lips are stretched obscenely around Brad’s dick, slick with spit and precum, and Nate ignores the mess as it dribbles down his chin.
They’re drunk, the both of them. Too drunk to be doing this but not drunk enough to forget that this isn’t a good idea, barely inside the entryway of Nate’s hotel room and Brad leaning back against the door.
Nate’s mouth is warm and slick, though, and it’s surprisingly easy for Brad to lose himself as he tangles his fingers in Nate’s too-long civilian hair and the rocking of his hips. Nate just takes it, moaning around Brad like a wanton whore and digging his nails into Brad’s thighs.
It’s not the best blowjob Brad’s ever had, not with the way Nate’s teeth keep occasionally scraping against his shaft, but Nate’s eyes are dark and watching Brad with hazy lust, pulling off to occasionally lap at the head lazily. What Nate is lacking in experience, he’s making up for in presentation and enthusiasm, and it certainly goes a long way, as far as Brad is concerned.
Brad lets go of Nate’s hair to trace a thumb along the lines of Nate’s face - across his brow and down the ridge of his nose, along a sharp cheekbone before finally tracing along Nate’s lower lip. It surprises him when Nate manages to curl his tongue around Brad’s cock before poking out to flick at the tip of Brad’s thumb.
Nate’s eyes light up, the corner of his lips twitching into a smile when Brad sucks in a sharp breath, and it’s enough to set Brad over the edge. He curls his fingers in Nate’s hair, trying to push him away even as he groans “Nate” in warning. Nate just digs his nails into Brad’s thighs deeper, refusing to budge until Brad’s coming down the back of his throat.
Nate doesn’t pull off until he’s sucked Brad dry and clean, wiping his mouth and chin on the back of his hand and grinning drunkenly up at Brad. “Happy?” he asks, nuzzling against Brad’s thigh, and the only thing Brad can think to do is let his head bang back against the wall and groan in appreciation.
Title: Try Me
Theme: Kinky Wednesday
Prompt: ember_firedrake, orgasm denial
Word Count: 742
Originally Posted: 09 February 2011, here
Nate flops back onto the bed, a lazy smile on his face and he stretches languidly. For a moment, he’s perfectly content to ignore Brad as he lets the euphoria being allowed to hold Brad down and fuck him open wash through his system. His limbs feel leaden, his eyelids are drooping and Nate would love nothing more to just crawl under the covers and call it a night.
He doesn’t though, because Brad crawls over Nate’s body, half draped over him. They’re pressed together all the way from their shoulders to their knees, and Brad sucks a mark into Nate’s neck, his teeth scraping roughly in an effort to avoid pleading. Brad’s hips are rocking against Nate’s, his cock smearing precum into the pan of Nate’s stomach, and it’s impossibly hot compared to the sweat cooling on Nate’s skin.
Smiling, Nate brushes his lips against Brad’s temple. He lets his hands trail down Brad’s back, his fingers gliding easily across the sweat slickened skin. “C’mere,” Nate murmurs, and he grabs at Brad’s ass and Brad lets Nate drag him further up the bed and Nate’s body. Nate sighs, still smiling, and curls his fingers around the base of Brad’s cock. “I’ve got you.”
Brad just grunts in reply. He tries to rock his hips into Nate’s hand and against his stomach, but Nate squeezes the base of Brad’s cock and digs his fingers into Brad’s ass, holding him still. “Fuck, Nate,” Brad groans, dropping his forehead to rest at Nate’s. “Don’t even.”
“Don’t even what?” Nate asks innocently. He doesn’t loosen his grip on Brad’s dick, but he lets go of Brad’s ass to run the palm of his other hand over the head slowly, smearing dribbles of precum. Nate grins when Brad groans, dropping his weight to his elbows and tucking his face next to Nate’s so they’re cheek to cheek.
“You’re a Goddamn tease and you know it,” Brad replies bitterly. He tries to rock his hips forward again, but Nate’s careful to keep Brad’s cock from finding any more contact and dragging against his stomach. “I’ve already sucked your dick and let you fuck me, just - “
Nate cuts Brad off by loosening his grip a little, his other hand circling Brad’s shaft loosely and sliding back down in a few teasing strokes. “I’m not a tease,” Nate replies, turning his head to nibble at Brad’s ear. He grins when Brad huffs at him. “Say please.”
Brad pulls back enough to give Nate an incredulous look. “You’re even less intelligent than I thought if you’re under the impression I’m going to beg you for this.” It doesn’t stop Brad from moaning when Nate tightens his fist a little, twisting his hand on the upstroke and causing Brad to jerk into Nate’s touch. “Fuck you,” Brad groans out, dropping his head again. “Fuck you.”
“Maybe later,” Nate offers, and he stops jerking Brad off in favor of skimming his fingers up Brad’s stomach and chest until he can wrap around the back of Brad’s neck and tug him in for a kiss. “I’m not asking you to beg,” Nate murmurs, flicking his tongue out to trace along Brad’s lower lip before nipping at it. “I just want you to say please.”
“Which would be the definition of begging,” Brad huffs. He parts his lips at the press of Nate’s tongue, and for a while he’s content to just tangle his tongue with Nate’s own. He fumbles between them with one hand to reach for his dick, but Nate bats his hand away, breaking the kiss off to scowl. “Don’t make me hurt you, Nate.”
“You’re absolutely no fun at all,” Nate huffs out, but he uncurls his fingers from Brad’s cock. Nate bows his back up towards Brad when Brad starts to roll his hips, sighing contently even as Brad’s cock slides against his stomach through sweat and precum. He laughs when Brad bites down on his jaw, and he digs his fingernails into Brad’s shoulders just to hold on.
Brad’s grumbling under his breath about not being fun, but his words are cut off when his hips jerk and he comes all over Nate’s stomach. Groaning long and low, Brad all but collapses on Nate and says, “I hate you”. When Nate scoffs, Brad just nips at his jaw before sighing heavily, because he has no intention of moving anytime soon even if he is probably crushing Nate.
Title: Cupcakes
Theme: Kinky Wednesday
Prompt: ember_firedrake, finger sucking
Word Count: 766
Originally Posted: 16 February 2011, here
Nate’s a messy cook. Or baker, really. There are still stains from strawberry batter clinging to his wrist and, oddly, in the crook of his elbow. His shirt’s a mess, but most of the strawberry batter has been covered up by white frosting. The white frosting is even worse than the batter. It clings to Nate’s fingers and knuckles, follows the curve of his wrist and splatters across his forearm, but only on his right side. Frosting is smeared against Nate’s jaw and chin, on the tip of his nose and on his forehead, a slow trail upwards that leaves with a small mess in Nate’s hair.
Really, it takes everything in Brad not to laugh or demand what the fuck is going on. Because Nate looks so focused, so completely dedicated to his task he hasn’t even realized he’s wearing as much of the frosting as the cupcakes are. He probably wouldn’t have even noticed Brad’s presence if Brad had been able to bite back his confused “what the fuck?”
Nate looks up, startled at first like a deer in headlights, before a slow grin spreads across his face. “I made cupcakes,” he says, gesturing vaguely with a spatula at the pink and white mess spread across the counter. Brad ignores the glob of frosting that ends up falling on the floor, but Nate peers over the edge of the counter to look at it suspiciously. “My sister needed a favor. I swear I’ll clean this mess up.”
Brad’s too busy watching Nate rub the back of his hand along his cheek, smearing even more frosting across his skin. “I’ll help,” Brad offers vaguely, watching Nate stick his tongue out to try and clean up the mess. Brad wonders if Nate knows how bad he looks right now, but Nate’s busy watching Brad through narrowed eyes and Brad honestly doesn’t care. He crosses the room easily until he’s standing shoulder to shoulder with Nate.
“Do you want a cupcake?” Nate asks, picking up one of the cupcakes and offering it to Brad with a smile. He frowns when Brad plucks it from his fingers and puts it back on the counter, but he doesn’t have time to complain before Brad leans forward and presses their lips together in a kiss. There’s a smear of frosting on Brad’s face, he can feel it, but he’s too busy focusing on the way Nate’s mouth tastes like strawberries and vanilla to care. Nate looks a little dazed and out of breath when Brad pulls away, but he smiles and swipes at Brad’s cheek. “You’ve got a little something right there.”
It’s easy enough to capture Nate’s wrist, can feel his fingers sliding through caked on frosting and cupcake batter. Brad flicks out his tongue, teasing at first, and licks the frosting Nate just cleaned off of Brad’s cheek. When Nate just watches Brad through wide eyes and doesn’t object, Brad swirls his tongue around the finger and sucks it into his mouth.
Nate’s skin is impossibly sweet, covered in sugar, and Brad doesn’t stop until he’s chased away all the batter and frosting and the only thing left is the taste of Nate’s skin. Brad’s teeth worry at the knuckle of Nate’s ring finger before he lets it slip from between his lips and moves onto the next finger. He repeats the process slowly and methodically, from one finger to the next. Brad doesn’t take his eyes off of Nate the entire time. Nate’s eyes are half lidded, his cheeks flushed and his lower lip pinched between his teeth and it takes every ounce of self-control Brad has to flick his tongue between Nate’s fingers and suck at the webbing until it’s clean.
It’s only when Brad moves to lick the frosting from off of Nate’s palm does Nate make a sound, small and choked. Brad smirks, taking his time sucking the frosting from Nate’s skin, before he places a soft kiss to the center of it. “Something bothering you, sir?” Brad asks, turning Nate’s hand to nibble at the bone in his wrist before sucking that into his mouth as well.
“I have to finish - “ Nate starts, but Brad sucks Nate’s fingers back into his mouth and sucks hard, and Nate makes another small sound. “Fuck it, they’re just cupcakes.” He sounds breathless, and when Brad moves to push him back against the fridge, tucking a knee between Nate’s legs and pressing forward, Nate lets him, arching into the touch with a small moan. “Fuck,” Nate says, and Brad has every intention of doing just that.
Title: Stitches
Prompt: kari_hermione, Brad/Nate, anything with Toshiba
Word Count: 186
Originally Posted: 19 February 2011, here
“If you keep picking at your stitches, you’re going to get an ugly scar,” Brad comments idly, feet kicked up on the coffee table and attention focused intently on his laptop.
For a moment, Nate does stop picking at his stitches, but it’s mostly so he can glare over Brad’s shoulder at the happily purring cat behind him. “They itch,” Nate complains, running his thumb along his chin. “And if I get a scar, it’s because of your Goddamn cat.”
Brad scoffs, reaching behind his head to run his fingers through Toshiba’s thick fur while he gives Nate a disapproving look. He opens his mouth to bitch, but Nate cuts him off.
“We’re not having this argument again,” Nate scowls. “Yes, I tripped over the cat. No, it’s still not funny. Also, we’re not having sex ever again.”
For a moment, Brad is quiet, and he watches Nate curiously. “It is kind of funny that you survived Iraq without so much as a bruise only to come home, trip over a cat, and bust your chin open on carpeted floor.”
Nate glowers at Brad. “Never. Again.”
Title: Touch
Prompt: theburningdoll, Brad/Nate, learning/teaching
Word Count: 172
Originally Posted: 19 February 2011, here
Nate’s ticklish. He wiggles and squirms and his cheeks turn the faintest shade of pink whenever Brad’s fingers or lips brush the spot behind Nate’s ears, in the crook of his elbow or the inside of his wrist. If Brad rubs his knuckles just right along the curve of Nate’s ribs or the back of Nate’s knees, Nate will squeak and throw his arm out to hit Brad, glowering at him despite the flush to his cheeks.
It’s weird, because they’re the same spots on Nate’s body that turn him boneless when they’re tangled in the sheets, that make him moan so prettily and arch into Brad’s touch. They’re the same spots that Brad knows to touch when Nate’s a heartbeat away from coming, his entire body tense and desperate and waiting.
And when Nate bats Brad’s hands away and threatens to cut them off if Brad even thinks about tickling him again, Brad thinks he might like this side of Nate he’s never had the opportunity to see before even more.
Title: Teasing
Theme: Five Sentence Smut
Prompt: theburningdoll, Brad/Nate, teasing
Word Count: 133
Originally Posted: 23 February 2011, here
Nate’s fingers are gentle as they skim up the inside of Brad’s thighs, the pads of his fingertips barely brushing over hot skin. He looks up through half-lidded eyes, licking his lips slowly when he knows he’s got Brad’s full attention and blows a puff of air over the head of Brad’s cock. The fingers in Nate’s hair tighten, just shy of hurting, and the corner of Nate’s lip quirks up into a smile. Nate leans forward then, close enough to brush his lips against the shaft, his lower lip dragging along the heated flesh until he can mouth at the head lazily. Brad’s fingers tug, pulling Nate closer and arching his hips up, but it’s only when he moans “Nate, please” does Nate part his lips and swallow Brad’s cock down easily.
Title: Rough
Theme: Five Sentence Smut
Prompt: Kari_Hermione, Brad/Nate, Rough sex
Word Count: 121
Originally Posted: 23 February 2011, here
Brad’s hands hold Nate in place, his fingers digging in bruising tight and his nails pressing in sharp enough to leave little half-moon cuts on Nate’s hips. Nate’s not complaining though, would never. Nate’s fingers are curled around the headboard, knuckles white from his grip. It has less to do with stopping it from banging against the wall with every sharp thrust of Brad’s hips and more to do with Nate’s need to shove back against every single one, a strangled cry escaping him every time Brad bottomed out. It’s hard and fast and desperate and Nate’s going to have bruises for weeks, but fuck it if that isn’t the thought about this that gets Nate off in the first place.
Walt Hasser x Ray Person
Title: Body Shots
Theme: Kinky Wednesday
Prompt: Kari_Hermione, Ray/Walt, bodyshots
Word Count: 373
Originally Posted: 02 February 2011, here
Walt’s bent over backwards on Brad’s coffee table, and it’s threatening to break under his and Ray’s combined weight. He squirms when Ray hooks his fingers under Walt’s jeans and boxers, tugging them down barely an inch to give himself more room to lick the line of salt leading up towards Walt’s belly button.
“Stop squirming,” Ray says, his breath hot and wet over Walt’s stomach, and it only serves to make Walt shudder. Ray grins knowingly up at him, his dark eyes bright with amusement, and he licks the line up Walt’s stomach again to collect the last hints of salt before he seals his lips around Walt’s belly button and sucks. The tequila burns on his tongue and in his throat, but Ray takes his time in sucking the flavor from Walt’s skin, his tongue following the trail of spilled alcohol across Walt’s stomach and down his side.
Walt makes a small, pathetic sound, his fingers curling around the edge of the coffee table as he tries to keep his hands to himself. He bites down on the lime between his teeth, his tongue flicking out automatically to catch the escaping liquid, and there’s nothing for Ray to do but sit back on Walt’s thighs and watch.
“You know that’s my lime, right?” Ray asks, letting his fingers skim up Walt’s sides and naked chest, pausing to flick and pinch nipples before he scrapes his fingers back down. He grins when Walt sends him a dark look, but Ray leans forward to suck the lime out of Walt’s mouth. He pauses long enough to tear the pulp of the lime from the peel, chewing and swallowing, picking at the peel with his fingers and letting it fall to the side of the coffee table and to the floor.
“It’s about time, you Goddamn hick - “ Walt starts, but his words are cut off by Ray pressing their lips together again in a hungry kiss. This time, Walt lets himself grab at Ray, fisting his hands in Ray’s shirt and manhandling Ray to where he wants him. Walt tastes like lime and cheap bourbon and Ray’s determined to not give up until the only thing he can taste on Walt is himself.
Brad Colbert x Ray Person
Title: Daddy
Theme: Kinky Wednesday
Prompt: Kari_hermione, Brad/Ray Raincitybones’ tag “#sometimes when they’re sticky with come and sweat brad tells ray that he’s been so good for daddy and it’s slow physiology alone that keeps ray from coming again right then and there
Word Count: 599
Originally Posted: 09 February 2011, here
Ray’s thighs and arms tremble, threatening to give way under every sharp shove of Brad’s hips. He’s already had to drop to his elbows when Brad doubled over his back and his wrists are pinned together on the mattress by one of Brad’s large hands. Ray’s being held in place, willingly letting himself be so thoroughly used by Brad and Ray would complain about the rough treatment but Brad’s grunting in Ray’s ear with every thrust, his fingers digging bruises into Ray’s hip and dammit if Ray doesn’t actually love every minute of it.
“Come on, Ray,” Brad groans in Ray’s ear, snapping his hips forward as he says Ray’s name. There’s a feral grin on his lips when Ray lets out a broken whimper and shoves back and Ray can practically feel it. “Want you to come just like this, me holding you down and fucking you open and you just taking my cock like a good boy…” Every other word is met with another sharp snap of Brad’s hips, and Ray can’t do anything beyond moan and push back frantically. “Come on, baby, come for your daddy.”
It seems impossible that Brad’s words should be enough to push Ray over the edge, bucking back hard against Brad as he bows his spine, but they’ve been doing this for longer than Ray’s been able to keep track of and the blinding rush of relief when he spills his release over the bedspread is more than welcome. Shuddering, Ray gives up on trying to hold his own weight and collapses, completely ignoring and uncaring that he’s in the wet spot.
Brad laughs, low and dark, and he pulls out of Ray long enough to urge Ray to roll onto his back. He trails kisses across Ray’s chest, over fresh bruises and bite marks and faded ones before nosing Ray’s neck. Brad doesn’t bother with words or warnings when he drags Ray down the bed and towards himself, hitching Ray’s legs around his waist as he pushes back into Ray with a low moan and no warning. He can’t get the same near-punishing rhythm with Ray laying limp beneath him, but it only takes a few more thrusts before he’s coming in Ray anyway, groaning into the hollow of Ray’s throat.
“So good, baby,” Brad breathes, nosing his way up Ray’s jaw and nipping a trail to his ear. His voice is a low rumble, and Ray when Ray presses a palm to Brad’s chest, he’s pretty sure he can feel Brad’s heart jackhammering just below the surface. “Fuck, Ray.” Brad’s hands skim over Ray’s stomach and chest, light touches, and he’s practically petting Ray. “You’re so good for your daddy.”
It’s a knee-jerk reaction for Ray to tense and shudder at the words, an ingrained, learned response for Ray to come at the mention of being such a good boy coupled with the absolutely filthy way Brad says daddy. Like it’s more than just a word, like it means something, and that Brad knows exactly the response it generates in Ray and his feral grin and husky laugh are practically spiteful.
Ray’s completely drained, absolutely spent, but even that doesn’t stop him from moaning and closing his eyes, arching his back to press his chest to Brad’s, because if he didn’t have a Goddamn refractory period he has no doubts he’d have just come all over again, though this time all over Brad’s stomach. “Daddy,” Ray replies, his voice barely a whisper, because two can play at that game and Brad shuddering above him, moaning wantonly is beyond perfect.
Title: Next Time
Prompt: queeniegalore, Brad/Ray, unexpected niceness
Word Count: 229
Originally Posted: 19 February 2011, here
It starts with a to-go cup of mango lemonade, perched auspiciously on the corner of Ray’s desk, a matching container in Brad’s hand. Ray just goes with it, because debatable motives aside, it’s free lemonade in the middle of summer, and Ray trusts Brad not to slip him a roofie.
But then Brad is sharing his stash of Beffaroni with Ray, starts just changing the radio station instead of yelling at Ray, takes turns buying rounds when they go out with the rest of the boys and pretty much kicks ass with Ray when it comes to stupid barroom brawls.
In fact, if Ray hadn’t gotten completely wasted, he doesn’t think he’d have figured it out at all. “You know, if you wanted to woo me, all you had to do was buy me porn or stick your hand down my pants,” Ray says, leaning heavily against Brad’s side because the world is swimming and Brad is warm, but mostly, because he’s Ray mother fucking Person and he does whatever he wants.
Brad scoffs, his hand hot against Ray’s back even through layers of clothing as he tries to help Ray steady himself, and he rolls his eyes, saying, “I’ll keep that in mind for next time.”
(There is no need for a next time, because Ray is determined and Brad’s a little drunk too, and it’s all good.)
Title: In The Dark
Prompt: noverusername, Brad/Ray, pirates
Word Count: 231
Originally Posted: 02 February 2011, here
Ray doesn’t get sick with the lurching of the ship, not anymore, and if he wasn’t so busy all the damn time, he might actually be grateful for it. As it is, this is the first time Ray’s been able to just relax since boarding the ship, strangely content to just watch the moon and stars reflect on the glassy surface of the water and just be.
“The coast is on the port side,” Brad says, his voice soft and coming out of nowhere, but suddenly he’s there and his hand is hot against Ray’s back even through his tattered shirt.
Ray doesn’t have to look at Brad to know that Brad is smirking, his teeth feral and impossibly white even in the dark and Ray rolls his eyes in fond exasperation. “I’m not a complete idiot,” Ray says, sighing heavily and leaning back into Brad’s touch, and he resists the urge to point out he knows where the coast is and that they’d probably be dead if he didn’t.
Brad’s lips are on the back of his neck then, his teeth scraping lightly over Ray’s skin, and Ray gives up trying to talk at all because Brad’s fingers are suddenly on Ray’s chin, forcing him where Brad wants him and the feeling of Brad’s tongue slick-sliding against his own is better than any words Ray could come up with anyways.
Nate Fick x Walt Hasser
Title: Picture of Innocence
Prompt: kari_hermione, Nate/Walt, rough!sex (bonus points for Brad/Ray watching, cue dirty talk and how pretty N/W are).
Word Count: 2,104
Originally Posted: 02 February 2011, here
The thing is, none of this is Ray’s fault. Nate recorded the video, Walt broke the laptop, and Brad agreed to fix it and then just left it sitting inconspicuously on his coffee table. The only blame Ray will accept is the fact he was curious as to what kind of porn Nate had saved on his hard drive, porn the LT didn’t even bother hiding.
There is a part of Ray that feels like he should maybe feel guilty. Obviously, this isn’t the kind of thing Nate would want just anyone to watch. If Ray had found it, Brad had, though, and Ray idly wonders if Nate’s the least bit worried about people snooping through his files right now. More importantly, Ray wonders if Brad watched it or was able to resist the same temptation that’s coursing red-hot through Ray’s veins.
Ray hadn’t expected the video to be all that interesting because Nate has never really struck Ray as being the guy to be into any kinky or depraved sort of porn. It’s just that there’s something about the way the LT is smirking, pushing the laptop back (on what Ray’s pretty sure has to be Walt’s coffee table because he’s been to Walt’s place enough times) so that it captures the entire couch in his view finder that draws Ray in.
Nate tugs his shirt over his head and tosses it to the side, pausing long enough to double check that the camera on his laptop is recording before he turns around. He practically crawls towards Walt on the couch, grabbing Walt’s ankle and tugging him away from the corner to where Nate wants him before he ducks down to kiss Walt. “Trust me,” Nate says, his voice only a little tinny over the speakers.
God help them all, Walt only flashes the camera one hesitant look before he nods his head. “Whatever,” Walt says. He tugs off his Henley before letting it fall over the edge of the couch, propping himself up on his elbows to smile at Nate. “You’re such a freak.”
“Yeah, but you love me anyways.” Nate ducks down to kiss Walt again, one hand bracing himself on the arm rest of the couch and the other curling around the back of Walt’s neck. One of them moans, Ray’s not entirely sure which, and there is something absolutely obscene about the way their lips and tongues slide together.
Ray’s pressing CTRL down with his pinky, his middle finger hovering over the W uncertainly. That feeling that he’s doing something wrong, that he’s abusing someone’s trust and doing something that’ll get him in a lot of trouble has returned. Ray knows he should close the video, because the last thing he needs to do is get reamed for watching porn on Nate’s laptop, especially since it’s almost sweet the way Nate and Walt move together, fingers skimming over skin and tongues tangling. Ray doesn’t close the video though, and he’s not entirely sure why he doesn’t, but it’s not a decision he regrets entirely.
The first few minutes are pretty much any twelve year old girl’s expectation of foreplay. Nate kisses down Walt’s neck, across his shoulder and down his chest. He nips at Walt’s nipples, flicks and teases them until they’re both beaded up before continuing to leave nipping kisses down Walt’s stomach. All the while he’s whispering praises, the words near incomprehensible, and Walt holds the back of his neck with one hand and whispers encouragement.
The only reason it interests Ray at all is because he knows these guys, intimately, but not as intimately as they apparently know each other. Walt’s going to get chewed out for this as soon as Ray figures out how to bring up the subject without mentioning the amateur porn. Still, he doesn’t close the video, and it’s something he’s rewarded for as soon as Nate nuzzles against the front of Walt’s jeans.
“This is all well and good, Nate, but I’m pretty sure you promised to fuck me so hard I couldn’t move for a week,” Walt says. He’s laying back on the couch, one hand on his stomach and the other carding through Nate’s hair, and he sounds more amused than anything. “Not that I’m complaining.”
Nate scoffs, pushing himself up on his elbows to look at Walt. “Here I was, trying to be a nice guy…” Nate’s voice trails off as he starts to undo Walt’s jeans, and he sits back on his heels so that he can tug them down Walt’s thighs as well as his briefs. They’re discarded over the edge of the couch carelessly, and Nate grins, casting a quick look at the camera before he curls a hand around Walt’s cock and tugs it to fullness lazily. “The couch isn’t really big enough -”
“We’re Marines,” Walt huffs. “We’ll make do. Just grab the damn slick already, Nate. Besides, you’re the one who set up the camera.”
There’s a part of Ray that’s absolutely fascinated at the ease of which Nate obeys Walt’s orders and Ray really isn’t all that surprised to learn Walt’s so bossy. He gives up on the pretenses of considering to close the video and slouches farther into the couch cushions, his hands resting on his stomach idly. There’s a low hum of interest under the surface of his skin, but it’s not nearly enough for Ray to even consider acting on.
Walt keeps a tube of slick in the drawer of the end table, which Ray already knew because he’s a nosy little fucker when he wants to be, and Nate has to climb over Walt’s body to reach it. Walt holds Nate hips when Nate moves, leaning up far enough to press a kiss to Nate’s chest, before collapsing back onto the couch with a soft ‘oomph’. He undoes Nate’s belt easily, popping the button on his jeans and tugging the zipper down before he slides a hand in Nate’s boxers.
Nate groans, jerking his hips forward into Walt’s touch and muttering, “Jesus Christ, Walt.” He finds the lube easily before pushing himself back down Walt’s body. Nate pauses long enough to shed his jeans and boxers, kicking them off and away without caring where they end up. Sitting back on his heels, Nate moves just far enough out of Walt’s range that he has to jerk his cock off himself, and he ducks down to lap at the head of Walt’s dick lazily. “Just give me a minute.”
“No.” Walt says, and it makes Nate laugh. Nate sits back when he pops open the tube of slick, dribbling the lube across his fingers and coating them liberally, before he leans forward to kiss Walt again and his fingers disappear between Walt’s thighs. Walt shudders, a low moan escaping him, and he bows his spine up towards Nate’s chest and his heels dig into the couch cushions. “Fuck.”
“I thought that was the plan,” Nate grins. He mouths at Walt’s jaw aimlessly, holding himself up on one elbow and slowly working Walt open with his other hand. He groans every time Walt’s thumb brushes over the head of his cock, and when he’s done stretching Walt he rests their foreheads together and smiles. “You ready?”
“Nate.” It’s a warning for Nate to knock off the bullshit, the tone obvious to Ray simply because the sheer number of times Walt’s used it on him. Walt wraps his legs around Nate’s hips easily and without prompting, and Nate takes it as a sign to slick up his cock with the lube before letting the small tube fall over the edge of the couch.
Digging his fingers into Walt’s ass, Nate drags Walt farther down the couch and up Nate’s body. He lets go of Walt with one hand to line himself up with Walt’s hole and push in, and they both groan loudly as Nate bottoms out. “Jesus, Walt. God, you’re so tight.”
With every lazy thrust of Nate’s hips into Walt, Ray finds his hand slipping farther down his stomach until it reaches the point he needs to balance Nate’s laptop precariously on his knees just so he can get a hand inside the sweatpants he’d stolen from Brad’s laundry earlier. They’re too big on Ray, slung low on his hips and threatening to slip off, but for once it’s working to Ray’s advantage. He’s half hard already, and it doesn’t take a lot of effort on his part to get it up the rest of the way, not with the way Walt and Nate are both moaning over the laptop’s speakers.
Walt’s fingers are digging into Nate’s arm tightly, and he pushes back every time Nate rolls his hips. Letting out a soft whine, Walt curls a hand around his own dick and tugs roughly. “Come on, Nate,” He groans. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
“I told you, there isn’t room - ” Nate’s fingers slip on Walt’s hip, and Nate lets out a train of expletives while he grips the back of Walt’s thigh and drags him back into place. “Don’t,” Nate says when Walt opens his mouth to complain, and on his next thrust into Walt, Nate shoves hard enough for Walt to gasp, startled, digging his nails into Nate’s arms. “Better?”
“Harder,” Walt demands. His ankles are hooked behind Nate’s back and he still manages to roll his hips to meet every one of Nate’s thrusts. “Please, Nate, I want you to - ”
“I heard you,” Nate huffs. “This won’t work. Get on your knees.” Sitting back on his heels, Nate runs a hand through his sweaty hair while he watches Walt struggle to obey. One of Walt’s knees slip over the edge of the couch, but Nate steadies him and it’s only a moment before Nate is curling his hand around the back of Walt’s neck and forcing him into the couch. He offers no words or warnings before he pushes back into Walt, and he doesn’t wait for Walt to adjust before he pulls out and shoves in again. “Better?” He repeats.
Walt moans wantonly, spreading his legs as far as he can on the couch before shoving back to meet Nate’s next thrust. His face is hidden by his forearms, but even muffled the sounds he’s making still carry through the laptop’s speakers. “Nate, Nate, Nate,” Walt groans, and he fumbles between his own legs to start jerking himself off again.
“I’ve got you,” Nate replies. He doubles over Walt’s back to bite at his neck and shoulders, quick nips followed by a flick of his tongue, and his knuckles are curled so tightly around Walt’s hips they’re starting to turn white.
Coupled with the brutal snapping of Nate’s hips, Walt has to be hurting. The fact that Walt’s just taking it, honestly encouraging it and just begging for “more, harder, please” might actually be the death of Ray. Ray arches his hips to shove his borrowed sweatpants and boxers far enough down his thighs to free his cock, rolling his hips up into his fist with every harsh thrust of Nate’s cock into Walt.
Ray’s not going to last long, not during something like this, but he can’t bring himself to care. Not when Walt starts sounding a little more desperate with each passing moment and he’s grabbing the base of his dick just to keep from coming, prolonging the moment as Nate keeps pounding into him, panting heavily in Walt’s ear and groaning incomprehensible encouragements with every thrust.
And there’s a special level of Hell waiting for Ray after he dies, but watching Walt buck back against Nate when Nate reaches for Walt’s cock and Walt coming before Nate even manages to finish a stroke, crying out and practically thrashing under Nate - it’s enough for Ray to get off, coming harder than he has in a real long time and the only thing he can think as he slumps back into the couch and wipes his hand on his stomach is that this is definitely not his fault.
Brad Colbert x Nate Fick x Ray Person
Title: Magical Sex Powers
Prompt: kari_hermione, Brad/Nate/Ray
Word Count: 287
Originally Posted: 02 February 2011, here
Nate has magical sex powers. As soon as he starts taking off his clothes, everything that comes out of his mouth instantly sounds like a good idea. One look of Nate’s chest and the pale happy trail leading under the hem of his jeans is enough to make anyone’s mouth water. He could probably convince Saddam and Bush that war was stupid.
It’s the only logical explanation for why Ray is stripped naked and between an equally naked Nate and Brad. Why he’s letting Brad dig bruises into his hips while he fucks Ray open, muttering obscenities and praises under his breath and forcing Ray forward onto Nate’s cock with every sharp shove of his hips until Ray’s practically choking and still wanting more.
Ray doesn’t do this, ever. Most of the time, he doesn’t even swing this way. The only reason he’s here, why he’s scrambling to find purchase on Nate’s sweat slicked hips, curling his fingers until they’re tight enough to bruise just so he can hold on, is because there was a little bit of Jack and Nate’s magical sex powers.
Later, they’re going to be sticky and sated and quite possibly a boneless heap on the floor, and Ray doesn’t think he’s ever going to be able to move again. Ray doesn’t want to ever move again now, from this moment, trapped between two men who overpower him so easily together and hold him where they want him.
Plus, as long as Nate never puts his shirt back on, he’ll probably be able to keep Ray and Brad from freaking out and regretting this ever happened. Perpetual half naked Nate with magical sex powers seems like a definite forever win in Ray’s book.
Brad Colbert x Nate Fick x Ray Person x Walt Hasser
Title: OneMoment
Theme: Five Sentence Smut
Prompt: accol_lj, for nomorerippedfuel’s birthday, the OT4 writhing on a Camaro
Word Count: 188
Originally Posted: 23 February 2011, here
There isn’t room for the four of them, not really, not comfortably, but they’re Marines - they make do. The metal of the hood is cool from the evening breeze, but it heats up easily under long expanses of naked skin and soft gasps fill the air every time there’s a brush of heated skin against freezing metal.
It’s kind of a miracle no one ends up with an elbow or a knee where it shouldn’t, that no one is getting any bruises from this that aren’t entirely intentional.
That’s not what tonight is about though, not really, not when they’ve gone so long without just being - trading soft kisses and letting their hands roam, all four of them together and not caring whose fingers are running down their sides or gripping them tight, whose lips are pressed to the shell of an ear or the hollow of a collar bone. Tonight is slow and lazy, it’s for taking time and wasting intent, for teasing and stroking and tasting until every last one of them is trembling and sticky and sated, for a few odd hours where everyone belongs.