GK/Justified, Put your arms around me (and I'm home), 1/1, NC17, Nate/Raylan, 942
Title: Put your arms around me (and I'm home)
Author: sephirothflame
Fandom: Generation Kill/Justified
Rating: NC17
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Raylan Givens x Nate Fick
Warning(s): AU, crossover, frottage, oral sex
Spoiler(s): None
Prompt(s): kari_hermione, I think you should write Raylan/Nate reunion sex or date fluff.
Word Count: 942
Notes: I can't ship Raylan with anyone who isn't Nate. Fact.
Summary: Raylan's been gone too long and he's missed his Nate.
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.
The drive home is the longest half hour of Raylan’s life. He’s lived in this city for ages but suddenly the streets are too long, the traffic is too slow, and Nate’s too far away. He hasn’t been home in three weeks. The ten feet from the front door to where Nate’s standing in the archway leading to the den is too many miles between them.
The mug in Nate’s hand cracks when it hits the living room floor, but Raylan doesn’t care. He’s more concerned with the soft oh that escapes Nate before Raylan grabs him, fusing their lips together in a frantic kiss and shoving at Nate until they tumble back onto the couch.
It takes Nate a moment to come to terms with what’s going on, to realize that Raylan is back and pinning him to the couch, but when he does he gives as good as he gets. His fingers tug desperately at Raylan’s coat until he shrugs it off, and as soon as it’s gone he fists his hands in the back or Raylan’s faded black tee, dragging him as close as he can. His teeth are sharp when he bites back, tugging at Raylan’s lips and tongue.
There’s blood between them, but Raylan isn’t sure who’s it is.
The only thing Raylan knows for sure is that they’re both wearing too much clothing and he doesn’t know if he has the patience to take it all off. Nate’s already hard against Raylan’s hip just from the bruising kisses and manhandling, one of his thighs between Raylan’s legs and pressing against his own hard on.
Raylan pushes away from Nate long enough to tug his own shirt off. He watches as Nate mirrors him, arching up off the cushions deliciously and near tearing his shirt as he tries to get rid of it. As soon as the thing is mostly off, tangled around Nate’s elbows, Raylan leans back in and starts trailing bites and suckling kisses down Nate’s throat and across his collarbones.
Nate’s so vocal, moaning his pleasure and demanding more with every breath. He finally gets his shirt off and gets his fingers in Raylan’s hair, on his shoulder, pushing Raylan down his chest and stomach until he’s mouthing the front of Nate’s sweats.
It would be easy enough to get Nate to stop, to keep his hands to himself, if Raylan really wanted to. It’s been three weeks though, three long weeks of waking up in hotel beds all alone, working his ass off, and climbing into cold sheets after an exhausting day. He’s missed Nate, missed the warmth of his body and the sounds he makes, the way he tastes under Raylan’s tongue and the way Nate’s nails dig into his skin when he arches up and begs.
Raylan tugs Nate’s sweats down slowly, sucking kisses into the curve of Nate’s hipbones and biting the crease of his groin and thigh. Nate’s hips buck up and he gasps, and it makes for tugging Nate’s sweats and boxers down his thighs easier. Nate’s ass doesn’t even make it back down to the couch before Raylan’s wrapping his lips around Nate’s cock and sucking him down.
Nate cries out, his hips rising up again almost instantly. He wiggles and squirms, fighting to get his clothes the rest of the way off so he can wrap his legs around Raylan’s middle, dragging him in closer and holding him in place while he sucks. Nate’s fingers are tight in Raylan’s hair, guiding him, and the rush of sounds escaping his throat is endless and intoxicating.
It feels like it’s been an eternity since Raylan’s had Nate in his mouth, has let Nate’s cock glide across his tongue and nudge the back of his throat. The taste is heady and familiar, and Raylan hollows out his cheeks as he sucks, ignoring the spit dribbling down his chin. He doesn’t have time to tease or make this sweet and Raylan doesn’t think Nate minds all that much anyway.
Not when Nate comes with a strangled cry and his spine a delicate bow as he arches up. He tries to force Raylan to take him deeper, as deep as possible, his hips rolling up and thighs trembling as his cock pulses.
Raylan just sucks harder, working Nate through his orgasm with steely determination. He swallows and pulls off, crawling back up Nate’s body to kiss him breathless before Nate even has time to blink. He struggles with his belt and jeans, groaning when they refuse to give and moaning when he manages to open his jeans and slide them down his thighs.
Nate’s fingers are hot where they circle around Raylan’s cock. He doesn’t ask for permission or wait to be told what to do, and Raylan loves him for it. He knows just how to twist his wrist and press his thumb under the head, slicking Raylan up with his own precome to ease the burn of friction and it only takes a few quick strokes to have Raylan spilling all over Nate’s stomach and chest.
Raylan comes with Nate’s name on his lips, his arms quivering as he tries to hold himself up over him. His heart is thudding in his chest and there’s a lazy warmth spreading through him and when Raylan touches his fingers to Nate’s lips, he knows it’s not just his orgasm. He’s missed this. He’s missed Nate. “I love you,” Raylan whispers.
The smile on Nate’s lips is lazy and pleased, and he arches up for a kiss. “I love you, too,” Nate murmurs, his mouth against Raylan’s.
It’s good to be home.
Author: sephirothflame
Fandom: Generation Kill/Justified
Rating: NC17
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Raylan Givens x Nate Fick
Warning(s): AU, crossover, frottage, oral sex
Spoiler(s): None
Prompt(s): kari_hermione, I think you should write Raylan/Nate reunion sex or date fluff.
Word Count: 942
Notes: I can't ship Raylan with anyone who isn't Nate. Fact.
Summary: Raylan's been gone too long and he's missed his Nate.
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.
The drive home is the longest half hour of Raylan’s life. He’s lived in this city for ages but suddenly the streets are too long, the traffic is too slow, and Nate’s too far away. He hasn’t been home in three weeks. The ten feet from the front door to where Nate’s standing in the archway leading to the den is too many miles between them.
The mug in Nate’s hand cracks when it hits the living room floor, but Raylan doesn’t care. He’s more concerned with the soft oh that escapes Nate before Raylan grabs him, fusing their lips together in a frantic kiss and shoving at Nate until they tumble back onto the couch.
It takes Nate a moment to come to terms with what’s going on, to realize that Raylan is back and pinning him to the couch, but when he does he gives as good as he gets. His fingers tug desperately at Raylan’s coat until he shrugs it off, and as soon as it’s gone he fists his hands in the back or Raylan’s faded black tee, dragging him as close as he can. His teeth are sharp when he bites back, tugging at Raylan’s lips and tongue.
There’s blood between them, but Raylan isn’t sure who’s it is.
The only thing Raylan knows for sure is that they’re both wearing too much clothing and he doesn’t know if he has the patience to take it all off. Nate’s already hard against Raylan’s hip just from the bruising kisses and manhandling, one of his thighs between Raylan’s legs and pressing against his own hard on.
Raylan pushes away from Nate long enough to tug his own shirt off. He watches as Nate mirrors him, arching up off the cushions deliciously and near tearing his shirt as he tries to get rid of it. As soon as the thing is mostly off, tangled around Nate’s elbows, Raylan leans back in and starts trailing bites and suckling kisses down Nate’s throat and across his collarbones.
Nate’s so vocal, moaning his pleasure and demanding more with every breath. He finally gets his shirt off and gets his fingers in Raylan’s hair, on his shoulder, pushing Raylan down his chest and stomach until he’s mouthing the front of Nate’s sweats.
It would be easy enough to get Nate to stop, to keep his hands to himself, if Raylan really wanted to. It’s been three weeks though, three long weeks of waking up in hotel beds all alone, working his ass off, and climbing into cold sheets after an exhausting day. He’s missed Nate, missed the warmth of his body and the sounds he makes, the way he tastes under Raylan’s tongue and the way Nate’s nails dig into his skin when he arches up and begs.
Raylan tugs Nate’s sweats down slowly, sucking kisses into the curve of Nate’s hipbones and biting the crease of his groin and thigh. Nate’s hips buck up and he gasps, and it makes for tugging Nate’s sweats and boxers down his thighs easier. Nate’s ass doesn’t even make it back down to the couch before Raylan’s wrapping his lips around Nate’s cock and sucking him down.
Nate cries out, his hips rising up again almost instantly. He wiggles and squirms, fighting to get his clothes the rest of the way off so he can wrap his legs around Raylan’s middle, dragging him in closer and holding him in place while he sucks. Nate’s fingers are tight in Raylan’s hair, guiding him, and the rush of sounds escaping his throat is endless and intoxicating.
It feels like it’s been an eternity since Raylan’s had Nate in his mouth, has let Nate’s cock glide across his tongue and nudge the back of his throat. The taste is heady and familiar, and Raylan hollows out his cheeks as he sucks, ignoring the spit dribbling down his chin. He doesn’t have time to tease or make this sweet and Raylan doesn’t think Nate minds all that much anyway.
Not when Nate comes with a strangled cry and his spine a delicate bow as he arches up. He tries to force Raylan to take him deeper, as deep as possible, his hips rolling up and thighs trembling as his cock pulses.
Raylan just sucks harder, working Nate through his orgasm with steely determination. He swallows and pulls off, crawling back up Nate’s body to kiss him breathless before Nate even has time to blink. He struggles with his belt and jeans, groaning when they refuse to give and moaning when he manages to open his jeans and slide them down his thighs.
Nate’s fingers are hot where they circle around Raylan’s cock. He doesn’t ask for permission or wait to be told what to do, and Raylan loves him for it. He knows just how to twist his wrist and press his thumb under the head, slicking Raylan up with his own precome to ease the burn of friction and it only takes a few quick strokes to have Raylan spilling all over Nate’s stomach and chest.
Raylan comes with Nate’s name on his lips, his arms quivering as he tries to hold himself up over him. His heart is thudding in his chest and there’s a lazy warmth spreading through him and when Raylan touches his fingers to Nate’s lips, he knows it’s not just his orgasm. He’s missed this. He’s missed Nate. “I love you,” Raylan whispers.
The smile on Nate’s lips is lazy and pleased, and he arches up for a kiss. “I love you, too,” Nate murmurs, his mouth against Raylan’s.
It’s good to be home.