GK, Putting on a Show, 1/1, R, Ray/Nate, Brad/Walt, Nate/Walt, 543
Title: Putting on a Show
Author: sephirothflame
Fandom: Generation Kill
Rating: R
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Ray Person x Nate Fick, Brad Colbert x Walt Hasser (Nate x Walt)
Warning(s): PWP, partner sharing, daddy!kink
Spoiler(s): None
Word Count: 543
Master List: advent
Notes: I like partner sharing fic, okay?
Summary: It's hard to watch Walt and Nate make out, but not for the reasons it should be.
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 vodka burns at the back of Ray’s throat but he can’t help but feel sort of fucking classy drinking it. He doesn’t know how Brad stomachs it, because Ray is more of an as much as you can get for as cheap as you can get it kind of guy, but he’s not complaining.
Brad would probably brain him with the vodka bottle and then do filthy, unthinkable things to Nate if Ray did.
Still, the burn of the vodka isn’t too much for Ray to choke and sputter, and if it means getting to watch Walt and Nate make out and rub against each other on the hotel bed, than it’s more than worth it. Even if all Ray wants to do is drag Nate back towards him and fuck his pretty mouth and ass.
Ray is pretty sure Brad agrees, judging by the way his fingers are curling possessively around his glass and the fact he hasn’t taken his eyes off of Walt since his first whimper-moan. His eyes are dark and he’s digging his fingers into the arm of his chair to keep from stroking his cock.
Brad has always had more self-control than Ray. He doesn’t seem disturbed by the fact Ray’s rubbing himself through his jeans, and Walt and Nate are too tangled in each other to notice the world around them. They moan, beautifully, sucking on each other’s tongues and pressing marks into skin, and Ray’s note sure he’ll even last when the gets the chance to fuck Nate. Really, Ray’s pretty sure he could come just from watching.
The sound of Brad’s glass hitting the small table rings like a gunshot, and Ray can only watch helplessly when Brad says Walt’s name. He sounds pained, needy, and Walt rolls on top of Nate to look over at him in concern.
They don’t need to say anything else for Walt to crawl off the bed and to the spot between Brad’s thighs, and it’s only when Walt whispers daddy so sweetly does Nate make a sound.
He’s waiting for Ray, Ray realizes, but he doesn’t move from his spot on the bed. His legs are spread open wide, inviting, and Ray doesn’t think before pushing out of his chair and crawling on the bed. Nate’s body is warm and inviting, and he’s bowing his back to feel more of Ray and drawing Ray down for a kiss before Ray’s even had time to settle.
Ray could get lost in the feeling of Nate’s body, fingers tugging at Ray’s shirt and jeans until they can rub against each other with nothing between them, Nate’s tongue slick-sliding against his own, and it’s perfect. The wet sucking sound of Walt’s mouth on Brad’s cock and Brad’s soft groans only spur them on.
There’s no plan, nothing beyond sucking the taste of Walt from Nate’s tongue and grinding against him until one or both of them come, and that’s good enough. Later, Brad and Walt will fall onto the bed with Nate and Ray and Nate will fuck Ray until he screams, just to prove he can, but Ray’s in no rush and he has every intention of savoring Nate’s little moans and whimpers for as long as he can.
Author: sephirothflame
Fandom: Generation Kill
Rating: R
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Ray Person x Nate Fick, Brad Colbert x Walt Hasser (Nate x Walt)
Warning(s): PWP, partner sharing, daddy!kink
Spoiler(s): None
Word Count: 543
Master List: advent
Notes: I like partner sharing fic, okay?
Summary: It's hard to watch Walt and Nate make out, but not for the reasons it should be.
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 vodka burns at the back of Ray’s throat but he can’t help but feel sort of fucking classy drinking it. He doesn’t know how Brad stomachs it, because Ray is more of an as much as you can get for as cheap as you can get it kind of guy, but he’s not complaining.
Brad would probably brain him with the vodka bottle and then do filthy, unthinkable things to Nate if Ray did.
Still, the burn of the vodka isn’t too much for Ray to choke and sputter, and if it means getting to watch Walt and Nate make out and rub against each other on the hotel bed, than it’s more than worth it. Even if all Ray wants to do is drag Nate back towards him and fuck his pretty mouth and ass.
Ray is pretty sure Brad agrees, judging by the way his fingers are curling possessively around his glass and the fact he hasn’t taken his eyes off of Walt since his first whimper-moan. His eyes are dark and he’s digging his fingers into the arm of his chair to keep from stroking his cock.
Brad has always had more self-control than Ray. He doesn’t seem disturbed by the fact Ray’s rubbing himself through his jeans, and Walt and Nate are too tangled in each other to notice the world around them. They moan, beautifully, sucking on each other’s tongues and pressing marks into skin, and Ray’s note sure he’ll even last when the gets the chance to fuck Nate. Really, Ray’s pretty sure he could come just from watching.
The sound of Brad’s glass hitting the small table rings like a gunshot, and Ray can only watch helplessly when Brad says Walt’s name. He sounds pained, needy, and Walt rolls on top of Nate to look over at him in concern.
They don’t need to say anything else for Walt to crawl off the bed and to the spot between Brad’s thighs, and it’s only when Walt whispers daddy so sweetly does Nate make a sound.
He’s waiting for Ray, Ray realizes, but he doesn’t move from his spot on the bed. His legs are spread open wide, inviting, and Ray doesn’t think before pushing out of his chair and crawling on the bed. Nate’s body is warm and inviting, and he’s bowing his back to feel more of Ray and drawing Ray down for a kiss before Ray’s even had time to settle.
Ray could get lost in the feeling of Nate’s body, fingers tugging at Ray’s shirt and jeans until they can rub against each other with nothing between them, Nate’s tongue slick-sliding against his own, and it’s perfect. The wet sucking sound of Walt’s mouth on Brad’s cock and Brad’s soft groans only spur them on.
There’s no plan, nothing beyond sucking the taste of Walt from Nate’s tongue and grinding against him until one or both of them come, and that’s good enough. Later, Brad and Walt will fall onto the bed with Nate and Ray and Nate will fuck Ray until he screams, just to prove he can, but Ray’s in no rush and he has every intention of savoring Nate’s little moans and whimpers for as long as he can.