GK, Overtime, 1/1, PG13, Ray/Nate, 674
Title: Overtime
Author: sephirothflame
Fandom: Generation Kill
Rating: PG13
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Nate Fick x Ray Person, Nathan Christopher (mentions of Brad Colbert)
Warning(s): AU, The West Wing/Political fusion, adult language and situations
Spoiler(s): None
Word Count: 674
Master List: advent
Notes: I've been watching The West Wing a lot lately...
Summary: Nate sometimes forget he needs to sleep. As the First Lady, it's Ray's job to remind him (even if everyone insists that's not Ray's actual title).
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.
Nate is still bent over his desk in the Oval Office when Ray makes his way towards him. He hopes the fact he’s wearing sweats and one of Nate’s faded old Dartmouth shirts is enough to guilt him into coming to bed, but he doesn’t even look up after Christopher announces Ray’s presence. It’s not until Ray snatches the pen from his fingers that Nate seems conscious of the fact other people still exist at all.
”Oh, hey,” he says dumbly. He glances from Ray’s face, to the borrowed shirt, to the fancy black pen Ray tucks into the waistband of his sweats. “I need that back. I’ve got this thing to write - “
”That’s the thing about being the President,” Ray says dryly. “You’ve got Poke and Pappy to write your papers for you. Fuck, even Mike would do it if you made those eyes.”
”I don’t make eyes,” Nate objects. “And give me my pen back before I have you kicked out of the Office.”
”You would have me kicked out of the Office?” Ray asks, folding his arms over his chest and quirking a questioning eyebrow. He does it partly to be spiteful and partly because he knows Nate understands the silent threat of being kicked out of bed. “If you want your pen, come and get it.”
”If I stick my hand in your sweats, it’s not because I want your pen,” Nate says with tired amusement. “I have other pens. I can find one of them. I don’t need that one.” It doesn’t stop Nate’s eyes dropping to the one tucked into Ray’s sweats.
Ray purposefully groans and stretches his arms over his head in a wide arch, causing his borrowed shirt to pull up and show off a sliver of his stomach. Ray smirks, and Nate’s tongue peaks out in a miniscule way to wet his lips before he catches himself. “Come to bed. Whatever you’re doing can wait until the morning.”
”You have no idea what I’m doing,” Nate counters half-heartedly. “You have no idea if it can wait until the morning or not.”
Rolling his eyes, Ray backpedals back to wear Christopher is sitting outside the Oval Office and staring blankly at his computer screen. “I’m taking the President to the Residence. If he starts to fight, I want you to call Brad in to taze him until he complies.”
Christopher smiles, like he isn’t quite sure if he’s supposed to obey Ray or not, but he’s new, so Ray forgives him. He’ll catch on soon enough.
Nate is gathering up his files when Ray pops back at his side, and he smiles tiredly. He doesn’t complain when Ray loops a finger through a loop on his slacks, and lets himself be dragged away from his desk and towards the Residence. “Do I still get to go after the pen when we get in bed?”
”If it’s the pen you’re after, I’m kicking you to the floor,” Ray replies breezily. “If that’s your new nickname for my dick, you’re sleeping in the Office for the rest of the week.”
”The pen was a metaphor,” Nate says easily. He loops one of his arms around Ray’s shoulder and kisses his jaw softly. Dropping his voice, he says, “I already told you if I was sticking my hand in your pants, it’s not the damn pen I’m after.”
Ray bites his tongue to keep the slur of obscenities at bay, and he has to fight the urge to just push and shove Nate to his knees where they stand. Brad’s already explained why it’s not Presidential to be caught having sex in someplace they shouldn’t - even if it is just by the Secret Service - but it doesn’t stop the fact that getting to the Residence and falling naked into bed takes entirely too long.
It’s only for a few years, Ray tells himself, then he and Nate can have all the kinky public sex they want (as soon as Ray convinces Nate that that’s what he wants).
Author: sephirothflame
Fandom: Generation Kill
Rating: PG13
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Nate Fick x Ray Person, Nathan Christopher (mentions of Brad Colbert)
Warning(s): AU, The West Wing/Political fusion, adult language and situations
Spoiler(s): None
Word Count: 674
Master List: advent
Notes: I've been watching The West Wing a lot lately...
Summary: Nate sometimes forget he needs to sleep. As the First Lady, it's Ray's job to remind him (even if everyone insists that's not Ray's actual title).
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.
Nate is still bent over his desk in the Oval Office when Ray makes his way towards him. He hopes the fact he’s wearing sweats and one of Nate’s faded old Dartmouth shirts is enough to guilt him into coming to bed, but he doesn’t even look up after Christopher announces Ray’s presence. It’s not until Ray snatches the pen from his fingers that Nate seems conscious of the fact other people still exist at all.
”Oh, hey,” he says dumbly. He glances from Ray’s face, to the borrowed shirt, to the fancy black pen Ray tucks into the waistband of his sweats. “I need that back. I’ve got this thing to write - “
”That’s the thing about being the President,” Ray says dryly. “You’ve got Poke and Pappy to write your papers for you. Fuck, even Mike would do it if you made those eyes.”
”I don’t make eyes,” Nate objects. “And give me my pen back before I have you kicked out of the Office.”
”You would have me kicked out of the Office?” Ray asks, folding his arms over his chest and quirking a questioning eyebrow. He does it partly to be spiteful and partly because he knows Nate understands the silent threat of being kicked out of bed. “If you want your pen, come and get it.”
”If I stick my hand in your sweats, it’s not because I want your pen,” Nate says with tired amusement. “I have other pens. I can find one of them. I don’t need that one.” It doesn’t stop Nate’s eyes dropping to the one tucked into Ray’s sweats.
Ray purposefully groans and stretches his arms over his head in a wide arch, causing his borrowed shirt to pull up and show off a sliver of his stomach. Ray smirks, and Nate’s tongue peaks out in a miniscule way to wet his lips before he catches himself. “Come to bed. Whatever you’re doing can wait until the morning.”
”You have no idea what I’m doing,” Nate counters half-heartedly. “You have no idea if it can wait until the morning or not.”
Rolling his eyes, Ray backpedals back to wear Christopher is sitting outside the Oval Office and staring blankly at his computer screen. “I’m taking the President to the Residence. If he starts to fight, I want you to call Brad in to taze him until he complies.”
Christopher smiles, like he isn’t quite sure if he’s supposed to obey Ray or not, but he’s new, so Ray forgives him. He’ll catch on soon enough.
Nate is gathering up his files when Ray pops back at his side, and he smiles tiredly. He doesn’t complain when Ray loops a finger through a loop on his slacks, and lets himself be dragged away from his desk and towards the Residence. “Do I still get to go after the pen when we get in bed?”
”If it’s the pen you’re after, I’m kicking you to the floor,” Ray replies breezily. “If that’s your new nickname for my dick, you’re sleeping in the Office for the rest of the week.”
”The pen was a metaphor,” Nate says easily. He loops one of his arms around Ray’s shoulder and kisses his jaw softly. Dropping his voice, he says, “I already told you if I was sticking my hand in your pants, it’s not the damn pen I’m after.”
Ray bites his tongue to keep the slur of obscenities at bay, and he has to fight the urge to just push and shove Nate to his knees where they stand. Brad’s already explained why it’s not Presidential to be caught having sex in someplace they shouldn’t - even if it is just by the Secret Service - but it doesn’t stop the fact that getting to the Residence and falling naked into bed takes entirely too long.
It’s only for a few years, Ray tells himself, then he and Nate can have all the kinky public sex they want (as soon as Ray convinces Nate that that’s what he wants).