GK, Untitled, 1/1, R, Brad/Ray/Nate, 255
Title: Untitled
Author: sephirothflame
Fandom: Generation Kill
Rating: R
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Brad Colbert x Nate Fick x Ray Person
Warning(s): AU, shameless smut
Spoiler(s): None
Prompt(s): Written for kari_hermione I guess. I don’t actually have the original post saved. But it sounds like something she would want.
Word Count: 355
Rants: Part of the Mob ‘verse.
Summary: Brad licks chocolate off of Nate’s stomach while Ray holds him down.
Disclaimer: I do not own Generation Kill. This was written purely for fun, based off of the fictionalized portrayal of the actual people. No disrespect or harm was intended.
The tie around Nate’s wrists is silk, one of Brad’s, maybe. Nate isn’t entirely sure. For once, he isn’t tied to the headboard. Though, that probably has something to do with the fact he’s on the kitchen floor. Nate doesn’t know, doesn’t care.
The point is is that Nate’s wrists are bound, and Ray is holding them above his head, but Nate could move them, if he wanted to.
He doesn’t.
Brad’s mouth is hot and wet where it touches Nate, his tongue slick and quick as he laps at Nate’s skin to chase away the warm chocolate dribbling across his chest and stomach. Brad’s teeth scrape, lightly, and he sucks a patch of skin just below Nate’s left nipple into his mouth and sucks, hard.
Nate gasps, arching up into the touch. The trickle of chocolate is foreign and uncomfortable, but it’s nothing compared to the familiar weight of Brad’s hands as he pushes Nate back down to the floor or the way he mouths along Nate’s ribs.
Nate squirms, but he isn’t sure what he wants anymore. More of Brad’s mouth on him or to get away from the sticky mess on his chest or to feel Ray’s fingers tighten around his wrists, holding him in place. He wants all of it, he wants none of it - Nate just wants to come.
Nate’s tired of being held down while Brad kisses and licks every inch of his chest and stomach, chasing away the taste of chocolate until the only thing that is left is Nate. He’s tired of rubbing himself against Brad’s thigh and begging for more, Brad, Ray, please, oh God, more, please.
“Stay still,” Ray says. He ducks down to bite at Nate’s jaw, nibbling a trail to Nate’s chin. When Ray kisses him, Nate parts his lips immediately and Ray takes advantage of it. His tongue slick-slides against Nate’s own, and he traces the ridge of Nate’s teeth and touches Nate’s upper palate like he owns it all.
To be fair, Ray kind of does. Ray and Brad, anyway. There’s nothing Nate has that isn’t for the two of them.
Author: sephirothflame
Fandom: Generation Kill
Rating: R
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Brad Colbert x Nate Fick x Ray Person
Warning(s): AU, shameless smut
Spoiler(s): None
Prompt(s): Written for kari_hermione I guess. I don’t actually have the original post saved. But it sounds like something she would want.
Word Count: 355
Rants: Part of the Mob ‘verse.
Summary: Brad licks chocolate off of Nate’s stomach while Ray holds him down.
Disclaimer: I do not own Generation Kill. This was written purely for fun, based off of the fictionalized portrayal of the actual people. No disrespect or harm was intended.
The tie around Nate’s wrists is silk, one of Brad’s, maybe. Nate isn’t entirely sure. For once, he isn’t tied to the headboard. Though, that probably has something to do with the fact he’s on the kitchen floor. Nate doesn’t know, doesn’t care.
The point is is that Nate’s wrists are bound, and Ray is holding them above his head, but Nate could move them, if he wanted to.
He doesn’t.
Brad’s mouth is hot and wet where it touches Nate, his tongue slick and quick as he laps at Nate’s skin to chase away the warm chocolate dribbling across his chest and stomach. Brad’s teeth scrape, lightly, and he sucks a patch of skin just below Nate’s left nipple into his mouth and sucks, hard.
Nate gasps, arching up into the touch. The trickle of chocolate is foreign and uncomfortable, but it’s nothing compared to the familiar weight of Brad’s hands as he pushes Nate back down to the floor or the way he mouths along Nate’s ribs.
Nate squirms, but he isn’t sure what he wants anymore. More of Brad’s mouth on him or to get away from the sticky mess on his chest or to feel Ray’s fingers tighten around his wrists, holding him in place. He wants all of it, he wants none of it - Nate just wants to come.
Nate’s tired of being held down while Brad kisses and licks every inch of his chest and stomach, chasing away the taste of chocolate until the only thing that is left is Nate. He’s tired of rubbing himself against Brad’s thigh and begging for more, Brad, Ray, please, oh God, more, please.
“Stay still,” Ray says. He ducks down to bite at Nate’s jaw, nibbling a trail to Nate’s chin. When Ray kisses him, Nate parts his lips immediately and Ray takes advantage of it. His tongue slick-slides against Nate’s own, and he traces the ridge of Nate’s teeth and touches Nate’s upper palate like he owns it all.
To be fair, Ray kind of does. Ray and Brad, anyway. There’s nothing Nate has that isn’t for the two of them.