GK, Overnight Shift, 1/1, PG13, Walt, Brad/Nate, 787
Title: Overnight Shift
Author: sephirothflame
Fandom: Generation Kill
Rating: PG13
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Walt Hasser, John Christeson, Evan Stafford, Brad Colbert, Nate Fick (Brad/Nate, one-sided Walt/Ray)
Warning(s): AU, kidfic
Spoiler(s): None
Word Count: 787
Master List: advent
Notes: AU where Nate is the single father of bb!Christeson and bb!Stafford and Walt is their live-in nanny.
Summary: Walt is just putting the boys to bed when Nate comes home from his date.
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 is just putting John and Evan to bed when he hears the distant sound of the front door opening. It’s followed by the soft sound of laughter, both familiar and not, and Walt has to drag Evan into his lap to keep him from escaping to find his daddy. He’s small, but quick, but Walt soothes him back into his bright red car bed and promises he’ll send Nate up to tuck him in.
Most of the time, Walt likes his job. John and Evan are great kids and Nate is nice to him and doesn’t make him work ridiculous shifts for crap pay. The room he’s staying in is really nice, too, and for the most part it’s just his. The boys don’t come into it and Nate only does when they need to talk.
For all the months Walt has been living here and helping Nate take care of the boys to pay off his student loans though, nothing has quite prepared him for the sight of Nate pressing another, taller man against the large wooden front door and sharing sloppy kisses with him. He thinks he should retreat, maybe, before he gives himself away because he doesn’t want to interrupt.
Nate is a good guy and Walt wants him to be happy. He doesn’t even care if Nate is with another guy, because it’s not Walt’s business (but there’s something else, a pang of jealousy that has nothing to do with Nate and everything to do with the dark eyed boy from the coffee shop). Walt starts to back up the stairs slowly, but he isn’t paying attention and he hits the creaky step, and Nate and his friend are suddenly very aware of Walt’s presence.
”Walt,” Nate says, dropping his hands from the guy’s shirt, but he doesn’t look embarrassed. Just flustered. “This is Brad. Brad, this is the - ah - nanny I was telling you about.”
”Hello,” Brad says, amused quirk to his lips. His hands are still on Nate’s hips and holding him close, and he doesn’t seem inclined to let go anytime soon.
Walt wonders if he’d feel the same if it was Evan and John that had come down the stairs instead of Walt.
”What are you doing?” Nate asks not unkindly, shifting in Brad’s grip enough to look at Walt proper. His smile falters a little, and he looks a little confused. “Are the boys okay?”
”Um,” Walt starts, then he rubs the back of his neck. “I may have let them stay up a little late tonight, it being a Friday and all? They wanted you to tuck them in.” He doesn’t mention that it was his idea, but he wanted John and Evan to shut up and he knows Nate will do it.
Nate smiles softly then and when he pushes away from Brad, Brad lets him go. Walt is uncomfortably aware of how they look at each other, soft and sweet, but they don’t kiss again and Walt is embarrassingly grateful of it. “I’ll be right back,” he tells Brad. “Unless…”
”I’ll stay,” Brad replies softly, and he touches Nate’s face gently.
It makes Nate smile, but doesn’t stop him from pushing Brad’s hand away. “Make yourself comfortable. I’ll be back down in a minute.” He waits for Brad’s minute nod before he turns around and starts up the stairs. He squeezes Walt’s shoulder when he passes him, and Walt watches him disappear down the hall to the boys’ room.
When Walt glances at Brad, he can feel Brad watching him curiously. “Do you want coffee or something? I can put the pot on,” Walt offers, more out of a need to say something than anything else. He can’t remember the last time he felt this awkward.
”No thanks,” Brad says, and there’s a hint of amusement in his tone and smile.
It’s relaxing in a way Walt can’t even begin to understand but he thinks - he hopes - Brad might be alright after all. When he’s not grabbing Walt’s bosses ass and making out with him against the front door, anyways. “The living room is just through the arch,” Walt says. “I’m just going to go to bed. It was nice to meet you.”
”Goodnight,” Brad replies and Walt has to force himself to turn on his heels calmly and not dash for his bedroom at the far end of the upstairs hall. He’s suffered enough awkwardness today, and he’s pretty sure Brad would rather wait on the couch quietly than sit in an awkward silence with Walt.
Walt doesn’t let himself think about what Brad and Nate plan on doing but he grabs his iPod and turns the volume way up just in case.
Author: sephirothflame
Fandom: Generation Kill
Rating: PG13
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Walt Hasser, John Christeson, Evan Stafford, Brad Colbert, Nate Fick (Brad/Nate, one-sided Walt/Ray)
Warning(s): AU, kidfic
Spoiler(s): None
Word Count: 787
Master List: advent
Notes: AU where Nate is the single father of bb!Christeson and bb!Stafford and Walt is their live-in nanny.
Summary: Walt is just putting the boys to bed when Nate comes home from his date.
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 is just putting John and Evan to bed when he hears the distant sound of the front door opening. It’s followed by the soft sound of laughter, both familiar and not, and Walt has to drag Evan into his lap to keep him from escaping to find his daddy. He’s small, but quick, but Walt soothes him back into his bright red car bed and promises he’ll send Nate up to tuck him in.
Most of the time, Walt likes his job. John and Evan are great kids and Nate is nice to him and doesn’t make him work ridiculous shifts for crap pay. The room he’s staying in is really nice, too, and for the most part it’s just his. The boys don’t come into it and Nate only does when they need to talk.
For all the months Walt has been living here and helping Nate take care of the boys to pay off his student loans though, nothing has quite prepared him for the sight of Nate pressing another, taller man against the large wooden front door and sharing sloppy kisses with him. He thinks he should retreat, maybe, before he gives himself away because he doesn’t want to interrupt.
Nate is a good guy and Walt wants him to be happy. He doesn’t even care if Nate is with another guy, because it’s not Walt’s business (but there’s something else, a pang of jealousy that has nothing to do with Nate and everything to do with the dark eyed boy from the coffee shop). Walt starts to back up the stairs slowly, but he isn’t paying attention and he hits the creaky step, and Nate and his friend are suddenly very aware of Walt’s presence.
”Walt,” Nate says, dropping his hands from the guy’s shirt, but he doesn’t look embarrassed. Just flustered. “This is Brad. Brad, this is the - ah - nanny I was telling you about.”
”Hello,” Brad says, amused quirk to his lips. His hands are still on Nate’s hips and holding him close, and he doesn’t seem inclined to let go anytime soon.
Walt wonders if he’d feel the same if it was Evan and John that had come down the stairs instead of Walt.
”What are you doing?” Nate asks not unkindly, shifting in Brad’s grip enough to look at Walt proper. His smile falters a little, and he looks a little confused. “Are the boys okay?”
”Um,” Walt starts, then he rubs the back of his neck. “I may have let them stay up a little late tonight, it being a Friday and all? They wanted you to tuck them in.” He doesn’t mention that it was his idea, but he wanted John and Evan to shut up and he knows Nate will do it.
Nate smiles softly then and when he pushes away from Brad, Brad lets him go. Walt is uncomfortably aware of how they look at each other, soft and sweet, but they don’t kiss again and Walt is embarrassingly grateful of it. “I’ll be right back,” he tells Brad. “Unless…”
”I’ll stay,” Brad replies softly, and he touches Nate’s face gently.
It makes Nate smile, but doesn’t stop him from pushing Brad’s hand away. “Make yourself comfortable. I’ll be back down in a minute.” He waits for Brad’s minute nod before he turns around and starts up the stairs. He squeezes Walt’s shoulder when he passes him, and Walt watches him disappear down the hall to the boys’ room.
When Walt glances at Brad, he can feel Brad watching him curiously. “Do you want coffee or something? I can put the pot on,” Walt offers, more out of a need to say something than anything else. He can’t remember the last time he felt this awkward.
”No thanks,” Brad says, and there’s a hint of amusement in his tone and smile.
It’s relaxing in a way Walt can’t even begin to understand but he thinks - he hopes - Brad might be alright after all. When he’s not grabbing Walt’s bosses ass and making out with him against the front door, anyways. “The living room is just through the arch,” Walt says. “I’m just going to go to bed. It was nice to meet you.”
”Goodnight,” Brad replies and Walt has to force himself to turn on his heels calmly and not dash for his bedroom at the far end of the upstairs hall. He’s suffered enough awkwardness today, and he’s pretty sure Brad would rather wait on the couch quietly than sit in an awkward silence with Walt.
Walt doesn’t let himself think about what Brad and Nate plan on doing but he grabs his iPod and turns the volume way up just in case.