GK, Body Shots, 1/1, PG13, Ray/Walt, 373
Title: Body Shots
Author: sephirothflame
Fandom: Generation Kill
Rating: PG13
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Ray Person x Walt Hasser
Warning(s): alcohol, adult situations
Spoiler(s): None
Prompt(s): kari_hermione, Ray/Walt, bodyshots
Word Count: 373
Notes: ...
Summary: Ray does a body shot off of Walt.
Disclaimer: I do not own Generation Kill. This is a work of fiction inspired by the fictional portrayal of the actual events. No harm intended.
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.
Author: sephirothflame
Fandom: Generation Kill
Rating: PG13
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Ray Person x Walt Hasser
Warning(s): alcohol, adult situations
Spoiler(s): None
Prompt(s): kari_hermione, Ray/Walt, bodyshots
Word Count: 373
Notes: ...
Summary: Ray does a body shot off of Walt.
Disclaimer: I do not own Generation Kill. This is a work of fiction inspired by the fictional portrayal of the actual events. No harm intended.
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.