GK - Coming Undone, 1/1, NC17, Brad/Nate, 1,935
Title: Coming Undone
Author: sephirothflame
Fandom: Generation Kill
Rating: NC17
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Brad Colbert x Nate Fick
Warning(s): barebacking, begging (implied?), bruising/biting, coming untouched, fingering, focus on come(?), hand holding, multiple orgasms and limited refractory periods, rimming (mentioned), rough sex
Spoiler(s): None
Prompt(s): Written for the Generation Kill Anonymous Kink Meme for the prompt Brad/Nate, barebacking, First time barebacking. Brad fucks Nate and comes inside of him for the first time. He doesn't pull out, gets hard again, and fucks Nate using his come for lube. Nate loves it.
Word Count: 1,935
Notes: I’m a pervert. There was going to be more to this, but I stopped myself before I could out myself for all the kinks that do it for me. So ha! Some of me is still hidden and sacred.
Summary: It’s Brad’s first time fucking Nate without a condom on.
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.
Nate is perfect. He’s tight and hot around Brad’s cock, clenching down in time with Brad’s thrusts, soft unh unh unhs punched out of him every time Brad’s buried deep inside of him. His face is pressed into the pillow, hiding his flush and muffling his needier moans, but he presses up on his knees and shoves his hips back to meet every snap of Brad’s hips all the same.
He’s beautiful like this, his ass up in the air and sweat slicking down his back, following the curve of his spine. His hole is red around Brad’s cock, stretched so wide to accommodate him, shiny with spit from Brad licking him open. Brad thumbs Nate’s rim just to feel him buck back and shudder, whimpering at the thought of Brad pressing it inside. Brad doesn’t, but he thinks about it.
As gorgeous as Nate is, he feels even better. Brad can feel him, feel the way he clenches and shudders around Brad’s cock. Nate’s tight, a little too dry with only spit and precome to slick him up, and if Brad focuses, stops thrusting into Nate so hard, so fast, he bets he could feel the flutter of Nate’s pulse, his heartbeat. He wouldn’t even dream of it though, not when he’s so close and Nate is snaking a hand under his belly to tug at his own cock in sharp, needy jerks.
Brad closes his eyes, focuses on all these little details, things he’s never been allowed to have before. He tightens his grip on Nate’s hips, tugging at him roughly and dragging him back to meet every shove of Brad’s cock inside of him until the room is filled with the angry slapping sound of skin on skin and Nate gives up on trying to be quiet, cries out with every thrust, begging for more, harder, please, Brad until he’s hoarse from it.
Brad comes like that, cock buried deep inside of Nate, grinding his hips trying to get more, to be closer. He feels his dick pulsing, pumping string after string of come until Nate’s full with it. He feels like he’s been punched in the gut, the air wrenched out of his lungs and he can’t even cry out through his orgasm.
Nate bucks back hard, clenching tight around Brad’s cock, and it’s too much, way too much for Brad’s sensitive dick, but he doesn’t pull out. Nate comes over his fist and fingers with Brad’s half-hard cock in his ass, biting the pillow to keep back his sobs. Nate’s body is in the way, but Brad can only imagine how Nate’s come looks on the black comforter and Brad bites back a groan.
Reaching a hand out, Brad doubles over Nate’s back and slides his fingers along Nate’s elbow, his arm, until he can tangle their fingers together underneath Nate’s pillow. He wraps his arm around Nate’s waist with the other, and in a careful, practiced move, tips them over onto their sides, Brad curling around Nate’s body.
The motion knocks a soft sound out of Nate, one that fades into a groan. Nate arches his back, pressing back against Brad, before tucking an arm under his head as a pillow. He squirms, laughing breathlessly, exhausted. For a few minutes, he’s just content to lay there and catch his breath, pressed back against Brad’s chest. “You gonna stay in there all night?” he asks, amused.
“Maybe,” Brad mutters, rubbing his cheek against Nate’s shoulder. “You feel so fucking good on my dick.” He rolls his hips forwards slightly, and it’s a good thing Nate’s so slick with Brad’s come, because he’s not hard enough to really press into him otherwise.
“Fuck,” Nate mutters, squeezing weakly around Brad’s cock. “You have no idea. I can feel you inside of me.” He sucks in a breath, squirms again, tugging at the arm Brad’s got draped over him, their fingers still slotted together. He almost sounds embarrassed, shy, when he whispers, “I can feel your come inside of me.”
Brad groans softly, kissing Nate’s shoulder. He nips at the skin, sucking lightly until the blood starts to rise. “You like the way it feels?” Brad asks. He squeezes Nate’s fingers gently, dragging their hands closer, guiding Nate’s hand to his chest, pressing slowly down towards his cock and beyond.
Nate hitches his leg up, bending his knee to let Brad press their joined hands between his thighs. Nate’s fingers brush against the rim of his asshole, just skimming against Brad’s cock, before he presses further down still to stroke his fingers along Brad’s balls.
Brad rocks his hips forward for more before he even realizes he’s doing it. He nips at Nate’s neck again, holding the skin between his teeth as he moans. It’s good, so good, but it’s too soon, he’s not ready for this, for round two. It doesn’t seem to stop Nate from fondling him as best he can with joined fingers, and Brad bites Nate again to muffle another moan. “Are you trying to kill me?”
“You feel good,” Nate mutters. He’s less shy, more determined. Nate rolls his hips slowly, trying to encourage Brad to move, for his cock to swell up with blood again so he can be fucked hard and fast and dirty, just like he likes it. He makes a small sound, strained, and he stops toying with Brad’s sac to drag their hands up to his cock. It’s already starting to swell again, half-hard under their combined touch, sticky with precome and come. “Fuck me again?”
Closing his eyes, Brad groans. How is he supposed to refuse a request like that? He keeps rocking into Nate slowly, trying to focus on the flutter of Nate around him, the rapid clenching and unclenching and the warm heat. He can feel his come slicking the way, and Brad doesn’t know why, but it turns him on more than anything else right now. He’s inside of Nate, sliding his dick through his own come, and he’s about to fuck him again. The thought of Nate’s hole just dripping with Brad’s come when Brad’s done with him causes a rush of blood to his groin, and he can feel himself getting harder in Nate.
“Oh, shit,” Nate whispers, pressing back against Brad. He tightens his fingers on his cock, pulling them free of Brad’s, and starts stroking in earnest. His eyes are closed when Brad pushes up onto an elbow, and he lets Brad touch his chin, guide his face up until their lips can brush together in a soft kiss.
Brad slides his hand down Nate’s chest, pinching and tugging at a nipple until Nate moans, before sliding it further down still. He pets Nate’s hip gently. “Careful,” he mutters, and then he’s flipping them over, pinning Nate’s body to the bed with his own.
Nate squawks, arching back against Brad. “Wet spot, asshole!” he says, but he manages to press back enough to get his elbows under him, bowing his back to get Brad to move. “Cold, wet spot!”
Brad kisses an apology into Nate’s shoulders, pushing himself up on his palms and getting his knees under him. He steadies himself with one hand, helping Nate get to his knees with the other, and he curls his fingers around Nate’s bony hip when he’s settled. There are bruises already starting to form on his skin, colorful and ugly and it’s beautiful in contrast to his pale skin, the dotting of freckles.
He squeezes Nate’s hip, digs his nails in tightly. He’s doubled over Nate’s back, Nate resting his cheek on his crossed forearms, his eyes bright as they watch Brad’s face. Brad smiles down at Nate, shifting his palm closer to Nate, careful not to topple over; Nate gets the hint, he presses his hand on top of Brad’s, tangles their fingers together again.
Brad pulls out of Nate slowly, until the rim of Nate’s hole is fluttering around the head of his cock, Nate’s body tightening to stop him from pulling out completely. A beat, time to adjust, to settle. Brad waits until Nate is squirming for it, impatient and whining, before he slams back in fast, bottoming out in one long, hard motion.
Nate screams, tucking his face into his arms and bites down to muffle the sound. His fingers tighten around Brad’s, his nails sharp, and he clenches around Brad’s cock. The noises he makes are muffled, but Brad can make out his stifled more despite it.
Who is Brad to deny Nate anything? He pulls out again, almost all the way, before slamming back in. Each slap of his hips to Nate’s ass, their thighs smacking together, draws another cry from the back of Nate’s throat. It’s easier this time, slicker, Brad’s come serving as a better lubricant than just spit. Fuck if it doesn’t do things to Brad, make him fuck into Nate harder, faster, breaking his rhythm and slipping away from the slow, deep thrusts.
He fucks Nate like that, hard and fast and desperate, pressing his fingers into Nate’s hips until Nate’s sure to have half-moon cuts from Brad’s nails. Brad pants harshly, his thighs trembling from the effort, and he clenches his fingers around Nate’s own as he moves. He grunts when Nate starts to whimper, laughing breathlessly when Nate starts to press back desperately and cries out, needy.
Brad keeps fucking Nate until they’re both trembling with exertion, when it’s hard to tell who’s making what sounds anymore and the headboard is slapping against the wall loud and rough enough that Brad’ll have to worry about the plaster later. He doesn’t stop until Nate clenches around him again, vice-like and painful, coming without a hand touching his cock.
For the second time tonight, the first night ever, Brad comes inside of Nate. It blindsides him, the way Nate goes from clenching around him to completely slack, and the next thrust of his hips has him knocking Nate forward, tumbling them both down onto the mattress. Brad slips out of Nate before he’s done coming, can feel the head of his cock nudge between Nate’s thighs, bumping against the back of his balls.
“Fuck,” Brad says, pressing his forehead against Nate’s shoulder, kissing the sweaty skin and smiling tiredly when Nate trembles.
“You’re crushing me,” Nate whispers, ever the romantic. He groans when Brad pushes himself up, back onto his heels, and Nate’s still trembling. He’s covered in bite marks and bruises, his skin slick with sweat along his spine and his hair is damp with it. He’s thoroughly fucked, too much to even care he’s lying in his own come; clearly, Brad did a good job.
Brad is much, much more interested in the way his come is dripping out of Nate’s ass though, obscene even as it trickles slowly. He presses his thumb to Nate’s skin gently, ignoring the way Nate moans in protest, and pushes his come back up, back into Nate. Nate feels so loose around Brad’s thumb, there’s no resistance when Brad pushes his thumb into Nate and he’s not even trying. “Fuck,” Brad says again.
Nate just groans, reaching behind himself to swat Brad away from him. “Later,” he breathes, his voice hoarse from screaming and so damn exhausted. “Much, much later.”
Brad stretches out at Nate’s side, his fingers skimming along Nate’s spine and he ignores the half-hearted glare Nate sends him. He trails his fingers down the cleft of Nate’s ass, teasing against Nate’s rim again, and this time Nate doesn’t bother to shoo him away. Brad just grins.
Author: sephirothflame
Fandom: Generation Kill
Rating: NC17
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Brad Colbert x Nate Fick
Warning(s): barebacking, begging (implied?), bruising/biting, coming untouched, fingering, focus on come(?), hand holding, multiple orgasms and limited refractory periods, rimming (mentioned), rough sex
Spoiler(s): None
Prompt(s): Written for the Generation Kill Anonymous Kink Meme for the prompt Brad/Nate, barebacking, First time barebacking. Brad fucks Nate and comes inside of him for the first time. He doesn't pull out, gets hard again, and fucks Nate using his come for lube. Nate loves it.
Word Count: 1,935
Notes: I’m a pervert. There was going to be more to this, but I stopped myself before I could out myself for all the kinks that do it for me. So ha! Some of me is still hidden and sacred.
Summary: It’s Brad’s first time fucking Nate without a condom on.
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.
Nate is perfect. He’s tight and hot around Brad’s cock, clenching down in time with Brad’s thrusts, soft unh unh unhs punched out of him every time Brad’s buried deep inside of him. His face is pressed into the pillow, hiding his flush and muffling his needier moans, but he presses up on his knees and shoves his hips back to meet every snap of Brad’s hips all the same.
He’s beautiful like this, his ass up in the air and sweat slicking down his back, following the curve of his spine. His hole is red around Brad’s cock, stretched so wide to accommodate him, shiny with spit from Brad licking him open. Brad thumbs Nate’s rim just to feel him buck back and shudder, whimpering at the thought of Brad pressing it inside. Brad doesn’t, but he thinks about it.
As gorgeous as Nate is, he feels even better. Brad can feel him, feel the way he clenches and shudders around Brad’s cock. Nate’s tight, a little too dry with only spit and precome to slick him up, and if Brad focuses, stops thrusting into Nate so hard, so fast, he bets he could feel the flutter of Nate’s pulse, his heartbeat. He wouldn’t even dream of it though, not when he’s so close and Nate is snaking a hand under his belly to tug at his own cock in sharp, needy jerks.
Brad closes his eyes, focuses on all these little details, things he’s never been allowed to have before. He tightens his grip on Nate’s hips, tugging at him roughly and dragging him back to meet every shove of Brad’s cock inside of him until the room is filled with the angry slapping sound of skin on skin and Nate gives up on trying to be quiet, cries out with every thrust, begging for more, harder, please, Brad until he’s hoarse from it.
Brad comes like that, cock buried deep inside of Nate, grinding his hips trying to get more, to be closer. He feels his dick pulsing, pumping string after string of come until Nate’s full with it. He feels like he’s been punched in the gut, the air wrenched out of his lungs and he can’t even cry out through his orgasm.
Nate bucks back hard, clenching tight around Brad’s cock, and it’s too much, way too much for Brad’s sensitive dick, but he doesn’t pull out. Nate comes over his fist and fingers with Brad’s half-hard cock in his ass, biting the pillow to keep back his sobs. Nate’s body is in the way, but Brad can only imagine how Nate’s come looks on the black comforter and Brad bites back a groan.
Reaching a hand out, Brad doubles over Nate’s back and slides his fingers along Nate’s elbow, his arm, until he can tangle their fingers together underneath Nate’s pillow. He wraps his arm around Nate’s waist with the other, and in a careful, practiced move, tips them over onto their sides, Brad curling around Nate’s body.
The motion knocks a soft sound out of Nate, one that fades into a groan. Nate arches his back, pressing back against Brad, before tucking an arm under his head as a pillow. He squirms, laughing breathlessly, exhausted. For a few minutes, he’s just content to lay there and catch his breath, pressed back against Brad’s chest. “You gonna stay in there all night?” he asks, amused.
“Maybe,” Brad mutters, rubbing his cheek against Nate’s shoulder. “You feel so fucking good on my dick.” He rolls his hips forwards slightly, and it’s a good thing Nate’s so slick with Brad’s come, because he’s not hard enough to really press into him otherwise.
“Fuck,” Nate mutters, squeezing weakly around Brad’s cock. “You have no idea. I can feel you inside of me.” He sucks in a breath, squirms again, tugging at the arm Brad’s got draped over him, their fingers still slotted together. He almost sounds embarrassed, shy, when he whispers, “I can feel your come inside of me.”
Brad groans softly, kissing Nate’s shoulder. He nips at the skin, sucking lightly until the blood starts to rise. “You like the way it feels?” Brad asks. He squeezes Nate’s fingers gently, dragging their hands closer, guiding Nate’s hand to his chest, pressing slowly down towards his cock and beyond.
Nate hitches his leg up, bending his knee to let Brad press their joined hands between his thighs. Nate’s fingers brush against the rim of his asshole, just skimming against Brad’s cock, before he presses further down still to stroke his fingers along Brad’s balls.
Brad rocks his hips forward for more before he even realizes he’s doing it. He nips at Nate’s neck again, holding the skin between his teeth as he moans. It’s good, so good, but it’s too soon, he’s not ready for this, for round two. It doesn’t seem to stop Nate from fondling him as best he can with joined fingers, and Brad bites Nate again to muffle another moan. “Are you trying to kill me?”
“You feel good,” Nate mutters. He’s less shy, more determined. Nate rolls his hips slowly, trying to encourage Brad to move, for his cock to swell up with blood again so he can be fucked hard and fast and dirty, just like he likes it. He makes a small sound, strained, and he stops toying with Brad’s sac to drag their hands up to his cock. It’s already starting to swell again, half-hard under their combined touch, sticky with precome and come. “Fuck me again?”
Closing his eyes, Brad groans. How is he supposed to refuse a request like that? He keeps rocking into Nate slowly, trying to focus on the flutter of Nate around him, the rapid clenching and unclenching and the warm heat. He can feel his come slicking the way, and Brad doesn’t know why, but it turns him on more than anything else right now. He’s inside of Nate, sliding his dick through his own come, and he’s about to fuck him again. The thought of Nate’s hole just dripping with Brad’s come when Brad’s done with him causes a rush of blood to his groin, and he can feel himself getting harder in Nate.
“Oh, shit,” Nate whispers, pressing back against Brad. He tightens his fingers on his cock, pulling them free of Brad’s, and starts stroking in earnest. His eyes are closed when Brad pushes up onto an elbow, and he lets Brad touch his chin, guide his face up until their lips can brush together in a soft kiss.
Brad slides his hand down Nate’s chest, pinching and tugging at a nipple until Nate moans, before sliding it further down still. He pets Nate’s hip gently. “Careful,” he mutters, and then he’s flipping them over, pinning Nate’s body to the bed with his own.
Nate squawks, arching back against Brad. “Wet spot, asshole!” he says, but he manages to press back enough to get his elbows under him, bowing his back to get Brad to move. “Cold, wet spot!”
Brad kisses an apology into Nate’s shoulders, pushing himself up on his palms and getting his knees under him. He steadies himself with one hand, helping Nate get to his knees with the other, and he curls his fingers around Nate’s bony hip when he’s settled. There are bruises already starting to form on his skin, colorful and ugly and it’s beautiful in contrast to his pale skin, the dotting of freckles.
He squeezes Nate’s hip, digs his nails in tightly. He’s doubled over Nate’s back, Nate resting his cheek on his crossed forearms, his eyes bright as they watch Brad’s face. Brad smiles down at Nate, shifting his palm closer to Nate, careful not to topple over; Nate gets the hint, he presses his hand on top of Brad’s, tangles their fingers together again.
Brad pulls out of Nate slowly, until the rim of Nate’s hole is fluttering around the head of his cock, Nate’s body tightening to stop him from pulling out completely. A beat, time to adjust, to settle. Brad waits until Nate is squirming for it, impatient and whining, before he slams back in fast, bottoming out in one long, hard motion.
Nate screams, tucking his face into his arms and bites down to muffle the sound. His fingers tighten around Brad’s, his nails sharp, and he clenches around Brad’s cock. The noises he makes are muffled, but Brad can make out his stifled more despite it.
Who is Brad to deny Nate anything? He pulls out again, almost all the way, before slamming back in. Each slap of his hips to Nate’s ass, their thighs smacking together, draws another cry from the back of Nate’s throat. It’s easier this time, slicker, Brad’s come serving as a better lubricant than just spit. Fuck if it doesn’t do things to Brad, make him fuck into Nate harder, faster, breaking his rhythm and slipping away from the slow, deep thrusts.
He fucks Nate like that, hard and fast and desperate, pressing his fingers into Nate’s hips until Nate’s sure to have half-moon cuts from Brad’s nails. Brad pants harshly, his thighs trembling from the effort, and he clenches his fingers around Nate’s own as he moves. He grunts when Nate starts to whimper, laughing breathlessly when Nate starts to press back desperately and cries out, needy.
Brad keeps fucking Nate until they’re both trembling with exertion, when it’s hard to tell who’s making what sounds anymore and the headboard is slapping against the wall loud and rough enough that Brad’ll have to worry about the plaster later. He doesn’t stop until Nate clenches around him again, vice-like and painful, coming without a hand touching his cock.
For the second time tonight, the first night ever, Brad comes inside of Nate. It blindsides him, the way Nate goes from clenching around him to completely slack, and the next thrust of his hips has him knocking Nate forward, tumbling them both down onto the mattress. Brad slips out of Nate before he’s done coming, can feel the head of his cock nudge between Nate’s thighs, bumping against the back of his balls.
“Fuck,” Brad says, pressing his forehead against Nate’s shoulder, kissing the sweaty skin and smiling tiredly when Nate trembles.
“You’re crushing me,” Nate whispers, ever the romantic. He groans when Brad pushes himself up, back onto his heels, and Nate’s still trembling. He’s covered in bite marks and bruises, his skin slick with sweat along his spine and his hair is damp with it. He’s thoroughly fucked, too much to even care he’s lying in his own come; clearly, Brad did a good job.
Brad is much, much more interested in the way his come is dripping out of Nate’s ass though, obscene even as it trickles slowly. He presses his thumb to Nate’s skin gently, ignoring the way Nate moans in protest, and pushes his come back up, back into Nate. Nate feels so loose around Brad’s thumb, there’s no resistance when Brad pushes his thumb into Nate and he’s not even trying. “Fuck,” Brad says again.
Nate just groans, reaching behind himself to swat Brad away from him. “Later,” he breathes, his voice hoarse from screaming and so damn exhausted. “Much, much later.”
Brad stretches out at Nate’s side, his fingers skimming along Nate’s spine and he ignores the half-hearted glare Nate sends him. He trails his fingers down the cleft of Nate’s ass, teasing against Nate’s rim again, and this time Nate doesn’t bother to shoo him away. Brad just grins.