GK, Mountain Cabin, 1/1, NC17, Godfather/Nate, 2623
Title: Mountain Cabin
Author: sephirothflame
Fandom: Generation Kill
Rating: NC17
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Stephen "Godfather" Ferrando x Nate Fick
Warning(s): AU, PWP, master/servant kink, collaring, rough sex (that is also tender/sweet sex), mild begging
Spoiler(s): None
Prompt(s): kari_hermione wanted Godfather/sub!Nate, fireside sex (I'm paraphrasing here). [ *]
Word Count: 2623
Master List: n/a, but part of guild 'verse.
Notes: I really just wanted an excuse to write schmoop. No really, that's it.
Summary: Godfather always takes good care of his Nathaniel.
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.
There is snow drifting lazily from the night sky, piling up on the window ledge and everything feels surreal. Godfather gave Nate a blanket to keep him from freezing on the cold floorboards, encouraged Nate to lean into him with soft touches and murmured praises. Nate could sleep like this, maybe, if he tried.
Nate is quiet as he rests at Godfather’s feet, his cheek pressed against Godfather’s knee and watching the flames dance in the fireplace with tired eyes. He’s just far enough away from the fire to still fell chilly in his nakedness, but he doesn’t dare move closer without his Master’s permission and he enjoys the soft stroking fingers through his hair too much to ask.
They don’t say anything, and the room is silent except for the crackling of the flames and the soft whisper of Godfather turning the worn pages in his book. Nate closes his eyes and listens to the soft inhale and exhale of his Master’s breathing and heaves a content sigh of his own. This is nice. It’s good.
Eventually, Godfather stops petting him and sets his book down on the arm of the chair he’s in carefully. He smiles when Nate blinks up at him slowly, reaching out to pet Nate’s cheek gently. He cups Nate’s chin in his hands and urges Nate’s head back, his thumb brushing against Nate’s chapped lips, and Nate closes his eyes and sighs.
“Are you ready for bed, Nathaniel?” Godfather asks, his thumb rubbing against Nate’s lower lip slowly as he nods. He doesn’t make a sound when Nate’s tongue flicks out to wet his lip, to taste Godfather, but he pushes his thumb into Nate’s mouth and lets him suck lazily. He’s quite for a long while, just fucking his thumb in and out of Nate’s mouth slowly, before he pulls it free and wipes the spit on Nate’s cheek. “Spread your blanket in front of the fire and lay down on your back, legs spread and knees up.”
Nate doesn’t hesitate or think before obeying. His legs ache with cramps from kneeling at Godfather’s feet for so long, but it doesn’t stop him from picking up his blanket and spreading it as obeyed. It’s warmer closer to the fire, and the heat feels good on Nate’s cold skin.
By the time Nate rolls onto his back and spreads his legs as obeyed and bares himself for his Master, Godfather has moved to his duffle bag by the floor of the bed and pulls out a tube of slick. Nate’s heart skips a beat in his chest, a spike of arousal in his system and a twitch in his cock, and has to push his hands flat on the blanket to keep from stroking himself slowly.
His Master has not given him permission and Nate is duty-bound to obey.
Godfather does not keep Nate waiting though and strips out of his clothes carefully, folding and draping his slacks over the back of a chair before he grabs a pillow from the bed to drop between Nate’s thighs and kneeling on it between them. The tube of slick is set gently onto Nate’s stomach and for the longest time Godfather just looks at him, impressed and aroused and eager.
The first touch of Godfather’s hands to Nate’s skin is gentle, warm palms pressed against his knee caps. His palms drag against Nate’s thighs, along the outside and under, and he drags Nate closer with an easy tug. “Nathaniel,” he says softly, and Nate whispers Master in return.
It starts with touching. Godfather’s fingers skim across Nate’s thighs, fitting his palms over the sharp bones of his hips before pushing up to count Nate’s ribs with his fingertips. His nails scratch lightly and Nate moans softly in response. Slowly, Godfather drags his thumbs around Nate’s nipples in lazy circles and Nate fists the blanket beneath him to keep from arching up.
Godfather continues to trace the dips and curves of Nate’s chest though, occasionally flicking and twisting Nate’s nipples, and Nate is left shuddering and gasping beneath him. Nate is hard without direct contact and he wants nothing more than to arch up into his Master’s hands and beg for more. Everything is so slow, so delicate, burning through Nate’s system as the heat of the fire starts to be too much.
Nate wants to move away from it now, and as if sensing Nate’s desire, Godfather presses his hands over Nate’s collarbones and dips his thumbnails under the worn leather of Nate’s collar. It’s hot and sticky, something Nate didn’t even notice until Godfather touched it, but now it’s almost unbearable.
“Beautiful,” Godfather says, his words barely a whisper, and Nate meets his gaze and wonders what he sees. Godfather leans in to kiss Nate then, nipping at his lower lip and sucking at his tongue, and this time, Nate can’t fight back the urge to arch his hips up and rub. Godfather’s stomach is warm and smooth, but he pushes Nate’s hips down easily.
Godfather kisses his way down Nate’s chest slowly, sucking at each nipple gently before tugging with his teeth. He doesn’t say anything when Nate’s fingers touch his shoulders hesitantly, and he doesn’t push Nate away. Instead, he keeps moving down, sucking kisses into the soft skin of Nate’s belly and scraping his teeth at the crease of Nate’s groin and thigh.
Nate’s cock is untouched, but this is nothing Nate didn’t expect. His Master has plans for him, Nate is sure, and if Nate is good he will be rewarded.
The soft snick of the lube being opens makes the muscles in Nate’s stomach and thighs clench in anticipation, and Godfather whispers soft praises about his good boy as he slicks up his fingers and starts to trace them in circles around Nate’s hole. He teases the rim, smiling when Nate clenches instinctively, and when Nate relaxes with a soft moan, Godfather pushes a finger into him and works it deep.
There’s a familiar ache that comes with being penetrated by his Master, even a little bit, and Nate relishes the feeling of having his Master inside of him. He rolls his hips and moans encouraging, knowing better than to beg if Godfather doesn’t want him to. As the low burn of having a single finger inside of him starts to fade, Godfather pushes in a second, fucking him slowly and taking his time working Nate up to a third and a fourth.
By the time Godfather pulls his fingers out of Nate’s hole and wipes them on his thigh, Nate’s cock is aching from neglect and there is sweat sheening on his skin from the heat of the fire and the exertion of laying still for his Master and demanding nothing.
Godfather’s thumb rubs behind the base of Nate’s balls gently and he slicks up his cock with lube one handed. The head brushes against Nate’s hole, catching against his rim, but he doesn’t push in. “Are you ready, Nathaniel?”
Nate tries to lick his lips, but his throat has gone dry and his voice cracks. “Yes.”
Still, Godfather just keeps rubbing with his thumb and the head of his cock. “And what does one say when one wants something?” Godfather prompts gently, pushing harder with his thumb.
Nate moans softly and his thighs go tense to keep from pushing back. “Please, Master,” Nate whispers, watching his Master’s shadow dance on the walls and ceiling behind him with a soft whimper. He licks his lips and tries again. “Will Master please fuck me? I would like that very much.”
There’s a quirk of Godfather’s lips, an almost fond smile, and he shifts his weight to balance himself with one hand pressed flat on the blanket next to Nate’s neck. He guides his cock into Nate’s body with his other hand, pushing in slowly and not stopping until he’s buried deep.
Clenching and shuddering, Nate’s feet slip on the blanket trying to find better purchase to roll his hips back for more. He touches a hand to Godfather’s hip, curling the other around the wrist by his neck, closing his eyes and moaning softly. “Please, Master,” Nate breathes. “Please, I need - “
What Nate needs fades to a broken moan, but Godfather takes pity on him. He pulls out slowly, until Nate’s hole is fluttering just around the head, and thrusts back into Nate with a deep shove. The pace he sets is slow, fucking his cock into Nate’s body with easy rolls of his hips and groaning softly as Nate clenches around him and tries to arch his hips up.
Godfather’s fingers trace the back of Nate’s knee, urging it up higher on Godfather’s hip, until Nate takes the hint and wraps his legs around his Master. It pulls him closer, his thrusts sliding deeper as Godfather spreads his own knees wider.
Nate watches Godfather watch him through half-lidded eyes and there’s something about the sweet intimacy of it all that makes Nate’s chest ache. He tips his head to the side as his Master’s fingers brush against his forehead, through his hair, and Nate cranes his neck to press a dry kiss to the arm that’s supporting Godfather’s weight.
The hand touching Nate’s face drifts lower, knuckles dragging against his cheek before Godfather loops his fingers through the metal D ring on Nate's collar and holds on. He tugs lightly, thrusting into Nate harder at the same time. He smirks as Nate’s heels dig into his ass, encouraging him, and he keeps pushing into Nate with sharp, fast thrusts.
This is more like what Nate is used to, this is closer to the sharp brutal thrusts of how they usually fuck. Godfather’s hip bones are sharp as they bump into Nate’s ass, but it’s still so tame compared to some of the things they’ve done. Nate loves it anyways though, moaning his encouragement happily, and his Master keeps fucking into him with sharp snaps of his hips into Nate’s.
The first brush of Godfather’s cock to Nate’s prostate has him trembling, and when Godfather thrusts again and rubs against it hard, Nate feels like he’s burning from the inside out. His palms are clammy and Godfather’s skin too slick from the heat of the fire and sex. There’s nothing for Nate to do but cry and scratch at his Master’s back in a futile search for purchase.
Godfather huffs, a breathless laugh, and he keeps fucking into Nate hard and fast. His cock glances against Nate’s prostate, never hard enough for Nate to buck and clench, but often enough that Nate’s cock is leaking precome on his stomach and he’s biting his lip and doing everything in his power to keep from coming before his Master gives him permission.
The force of Godfather’s thrusts increases, punching the air out of Nate’s lungs. He grabs Nate’s hips, digging his fingers in tight and grinds inside of Nate with short, jerking thrusts. When he comes it’s with a final sharp snap of his hips and a low groan, followed by shallow thrusts into Nate’s clenching body.
“Nathaniel,” Godfather groans softly. He slides into Nate deep again, slowly, before pulling out of him altogether with a wet pop.
Nate clenches hard at the loss of his Master’s cock, fighting the desire to squirm at the feeling of his Master’s come dripping from inside of him. He doesn’t want to upset Godfather, not before he gets off at the very least. He tries so hard to be good but he needs so badly sometimes.
Godfather eases Nate’s thighs down his hips slowly and presses close, trapping his half-hard cock next to Nate’s throbbing one between the sweaty heat of their stomachs. He guides Nate’s face to the side with sticky fingers and sucks wet kisses into Nate’s throat above his collar. “You may come now, Nathaniel.”
It’s not instantaneous, hearing the words whispered hotly in his ear, but it doesn’t take much to get off, either. Nate grinds up against Godfather with short jerky thrusts of his cock, the head slipping wetly against the muscles in Godfather’s stomach, two, three, four times before he’s coming with quiet sob.
His throat feels like it’s burning, his lungs are on fire, and as his cock pulses hot and sloppy between their bodies Nate can’t seem to catch his breath. He keeps thrusting up against his Master, mindless of the mess he’s making, spurred on by the possessive sounds Godfather is making and the way he bites and sucks a mark high on Nate’s throat.
When Nate crashes from his high, slumping back onto the blanket spread beneath him, he’s suddenly aware of the cramps in his muscles and how hard the floor is under his back. He sucks in short, sharp breaths of air, and slowly, he’s able to calm the racing in his heart enough to catch his breath.
Godfather presses a soft kiss to Nate’s shoulder before untangling his body from Nate’s and pushing away, and the rush of cool air brought on from their separation is a welcome relief. Godfather doesn’t say anything as Nate trembles on the blanket. Nate can feel his Master's eyes on him but Nate isn’t ashamed or embarrassed.
Nate closes his eyes and breathes. Eventually, the floor creaks as his Master moves away and it creaks again when he comes back. There’s a heavy smack against Nate’s stomach, a punch to the gut from a sopping hand towel. It’s cold though, the water feeling like a blessing as it runs across Nate’s overheated skin. Nate doesn’t think to ask before he reaches for it with trembling fingers, but his Master doesn’t seem to object.
Nate sits up slowly to continue washing himself with the towel, but it’s covered with come and sweat so Nate assumes after a while it’s a moot point. He’s wiped the come from his stomach and between his thighs, and for now Nate assumes that is enough.
“Are you coming to bed, Nathaniel, or would you rather sleep by the fire?” Godfather asks softly, sitting on the edge of the bed and watching Nate with quiet eyes.
“Bed, please,” Nate says hoarsely. He crawls across the floor slowly until he can press his dry lips against his Master’s knee. He smiles at the gentle scrape of Godfather’s fingers through his hair, tipping his head into it and moaning lightly.
“Get yourself a glass of water to drink then come to bed,” Godfather replies quietly. “Put the dirty towel in the tub.” He keeps petting Nate’s hair gently. “You were a very good boy today, Nathaniel,” his Master praises. “Now do as you were told.”
Nate pushes himself to his feet slowly to obey, wandering tenderly through the small cabin to drop the dirty hand towel into the tub before returning to the kitchen for a glass of water. There are no lights on except for the flickering of the fire, and Nate can feel his Master’s eyes on him from where he’s laid back on the bed, propped up on the one remaining pillow. Nate downs a second glass of water desperately before joining him.
Careful not to jostle his Master, Nate curls at his side obediently, snuggling in close and using his chest as a pillow. He can feel the gentle pet of Godfather’s fingers against his spine, slow circles to lure him to sleep, and Nate tugs the worn blanket up his chest further and snuggles in close.
Nate watches the glowing embers as the fire burns it’s self out, snow still drifting lazily and blanketing the world outside, and slowly, Nate drifts to sleep warm and safe at his Master’s side.
Author: sephirothflame
Fandom: Generation Kill
Rating: NC17
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Stephen "Godfather" Ferrando x Nate Fick
Warning(s): AU, PWP, master/servant kink, collaring, rough sex (that is also tender/sweet sex), mild begging
Spoiler(s): None
Prompt(s): kari_hermione wanted Godfather/sub!Nate, fireside sex (I'm paraphrasing here). [ *]
Word Count: 2623
Master List: n/a, but part of guild 'verse.
Notes: I really just wanted an excuse to write schmoop. No really, that's it.
Summary: Godfather always takes good care of his Nathaniel.
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.
There is snow drifting lazily from the night sky, piling up on the window ledge and everything feels surreal. Godfather gave Nate a blanket to keep him from freezing on the cold floorboards, encouraged Nate to lean into him with soft touches and murmured praises. Nate could sleep like this, maybe, if he tried.
Nate is quiet as he rests at Godfather’s feet, his cheek pressed against Godfather’s knee and watching the flames dance in the fireplace with tired eyes. He’s just far enough away from the fire to still fell chilly in his nakedness, but he doesn’t dare move closer without his Master’s permission and he enjoys the soft stroking fingers through his hair too much to ask.
They don’t say anything, and the room is silent except for the crackling of the flames and the soft whisper of Godfather turning the worn pages in his book. Nate closes his eyes and listens to the soft inhale and exhale of his Master’s breathing and heaves a content sigh of his own. This is nice. It’s good.
Eventually, Godfather stops petting him and sets his book down on the arm of the chair he’s in carefully. He smiles when Nate blinks up at him slowly, reaching out to pet Nate’s cheek gently. He cups Nate’s chin in his hands and urges Nate’s head back, his thumb brushing against Nate’s chapped lips, and Nate closes his eyes and sighs.
“Are you ready for bed, Nathaniel?” Godfather asks, his thumb rubbing against Nate’s lower lip slowly as he nods. He doesn’t make a sound when Nate’s tongue flicks out to wet his lip, to taste Godfather, but he pushes his thumb into Nate’s mouth and lets him suck lazily. He’s quite for a long while, just fucking his thumb in and out of Nate’s mouth slowly, before he pulls it free and wipes the spit on Nate’s cheek. “Spread your blanket in front of the fire and lay down on your back, legs spread and knees up.”
Nate doesn’t hesitate or think before obeying. His legs ache with cramps from kneeling at Godfather’s feet for so long, but it doesn’t stop him from picking up his blanket and spreading it as obeyed. It’s warmer closer to the fire, and the heat feels good on Nate’s cold skin.
By the time Nate rolls onto his back and spreads his legs as obeyed and bares himself for his Master, Godfather has moved to his duffle bag by the floor of the bed and pulls out a tube of slick. Nate’s heart skips a beat in his chest, a spike of arousal in his system and a twitch in his cock, and has to push his hands flat on the blanket to keep from stroking himself slowly.
His Master has not given him permission and Nate is duty-bound to obey.
Godfather does not keep Nate waiting though and strips out of his clothes carefully, folding and draping his slacks over the back of a chair before he grabs a pillow from the bed to drop between Nate’s thighs and kneeling on it between them. The tube of slick is set gently onto Nate’s stomach and for the longest time Godfather just looks at him, impressed and aroused and eager.
The first touch of Godfather’s hands to Nate’s skin is gentle, warm palms pressed against his knee caps. His palms drag against Nate’s thighs, along the outside and under, and he drags Nate closer with an easy tug. “Nathaniel,” he says softly, and Nate whispers Master in return.
It starts with touching. Godfather’s fingers skim across Nate’s thighs, fitting his palms over the sharp bones of his hips before pushing up to count Nate’s ribs with his fingertips. His nails scratch lightly and Nate moans softly in response. Slowly, Godfather drags his thumbs around Nate’s nipples in lazy circles and Nate fists the blanket beneath him to keep from arching up.
Godfather continues to trace the dips and curves of Nate’s chest though, occasionally flicking and twisting Nate’s nipples, and Nate is left shuddering and gasping beneath him. Nate is hard without direct contact and he wants nothing more than to arch up into his Master’s hands and beg for more. Everything is so slow, so delicate, burning through Nate’s system as the heat of the fire starts to be too much.
Nate wants to move away from it now, and as if sensing Nate’s desire, Godfather presses his hands over Nate’s collarbones and dips his thumbnails under the worn leather of Nate’s collar. It’s hot and sticky, something Nate didn’t even notice until Godfather touched it, but now it’s almost unbearable.
“Beautiful,” Godfather says, his words barely a whisper, and Nate meets his gaze and wonders what he sees. Godfather leans in to kiss Nate then, nipping at his lower lip and sucking at his tongue, and this time, Nate can’t fight back the urge to arch his hips up and rub. Godfather’s stomach is warm and smooth, but he pushes Nate’s hips down easily.
Godfather kisses his way down Nate’s chest slowly, sucking at each nipple gently before tugging with his teeth. He doesn’t say anything when Nate’s fingers touch his shoulders hesitantly, and he doesn’t push Nate away. Instead, he keeps moving down, sucking kisses into the soft skin of Nate’s belly and scraping his teeth at the crease of Nate’s groin and thigh.
Nate’s cock is untouched, but this is nothing Nate didn’t expect. His Master has plans for him, Nate is sure, and if Nate is good he will be rewarded.
The soft snick of the lube being opens makes the muscles in Nate’s stomach and thighs clench in anticipation, and Godfather whispers soft praises about his good boy as he slicks up his fingers and starts to trace them in circles around Nate’s hole. He teases the rim, smiling when Nate clenches instinctively, and when Nate relaxes with a soft moan, Godfather pushes a finger into him and works it deep.
There’s a familiar ache that comes with being penetrated by his Master, even a little bit, and Nate relishes the feeling of having his Master inside of him. He rolls his hips and moans encouraging, knowing better than to beg if Godfather doesn’t want him to. As the low burn of having a single finger inside of him starts to fade, Godfather pushes in a second, fucking him slowly and taking his time working Nate up to a third and a fourth.
By the time Godfather pulls his fingers out of Nate’s hole and wipes them on his thigh, Nate’s cock is aching from neglect and there is sweat sheening on his skin from the heat of the fire and the exertion of laying still for his Master and demanding nothing.
Godfather’s thumb rubs behind the base of Nate’s balls gently and he slicks up his cock with lube one handed. The head brushes against Nate’s hole, catching against his rim, but he doesn’t push in. “Are you ready, Nathaniel?”
Nate tries to lick his lips, but his throat has gone dry and his voice cracks. “Yes.”
Still, Godfather just keeps rubbing with his thumb and the head of his cock. “And what does one say when one wants something?” Godfather prompts gently, pushing harder with his thumb.
Nate moans softly and his thighs go tense to keep from pushing back. “Please, Master,” Nate whispers, watching his Master’s shadow dance on the walls and ceiling behind him with a soft whimper. He licks his lips and tries again. “Will Master please fuck me? I would like that very much.”
There’s a quirk of Godfather’s lips, an almost fond smile, and he shifts his weight to balance himself with one hand pressed flat on the blanket next to Nate’s neck. He guides his cock into Nate’s body with his other hand, pushing in slowly and not stopping until he’s buried deep.
Clenching and shuddering, Nate’s feet slip on the blanket trying to find better purchase to roll his hips back for more. He touches a hand to Godfather’s hip, curling the other around the wrist by his neck, closing his eyes and moaning softly. “Please, Master,” Nate breathes. “Please, I need - “
What Nate needs fades to a broken moan, but Godfather takes pity on him. He pulls out slowly, until Nate’s hole is fluttering just around the head, and thrusts back into Nate with a deep shove. The pace he sets is slow, fucking his cock into Nate’s body with easy rolls of his hips and groaning softly as Nate clenches around him and tries to arch his hips up.
Godfather’s fingers trace the back of Nate’s knee, urging it up higher on Godfather’s hip, until Nate takes the hint and wraps his legs around his Master. It pulls him closer, his thrusts sliding deeper as Godfather spreads his own knees wider.
Nate watches Godfather watch him through half-lidded eyes and there’s something about the sweet intimacy of it all that makes Nate’s chest ache. He tips his head to the side as his Master’s fingers brush against his forehead, through his hair, and Nate cranes his neck to press a dry kiss to the arm that’s supporting Godfather’s weight.
The hand touching Nate’s face drifts lower, knuckles dragging against his cheek before Godfather loops his fingers through the metal D ring on Nate's collar and holds on. He tugs lightly, thrusting into Nate harder at the same time. He smirks as Nate’s heels dig into his ass, encouraging him, and he keeps pushing into Nate with sharp, fast thrusts.
This is more like what Nate is used to, this is closer to the sharp brutal thrusts of how they usually fuck. Godfather’s hip bones are sharp as they bump into Nate’s ass, but it’s still so tame compared to some of the things they’ve done. Nate loves it anyways though, moaning his encouragement happily, and his Master keeps fucking into him with sharp snaps of his hips into Nate’s.
The first brush of Godfather’s cock to Nate’s prostate has him trembling, and when Godfather thrusts again and rubs against it hard, Nate feels like he’s burning from the inside out. His palms are clammy and Godfather’s skin too slick from the heat of the fire and sex. There’s nothing for Nate to do but cry and scratch at his Master’s back in a futile search for purchase.
Godfather huffs, a breathless laugh, and he keeps fucking into Nate hard and fast. His cock glances against Nate’s prostate, never hard enough for Nate to buck and clench, but often enough that Nate’s cock is leaking precome on his stomach and he’s biting his lip and doing everything in his power to keep from coming before his Master gives him permission.
The force of Godfather’s thrusts increases, punching the air out of Nate’s lungs. He grabs Nate’s hips, digging his fingers in tight and grinds inside of Nate with short, jerking thrusts. When he comes it’s with a final sharp snap of his hips and a low groan, followed by shallow thrusts into Nate’s clenching body.
“Nathaniel,” Godfather groans softly. He slides into Nate deep again, slowly, before pulling out of him altogether with a wet pop.
Nate clenches hard at the loss of his Master’s cock, fighting the desire to squirm at the feeling of his Master’s come dripping from inside of him. He doesn’t want to upset Godfather, not before he gets off at the very least. He tries so hard to be good but he needs so badly sometimes.
Godfather eases Nate’s thighs down his hips slowly and presses close, trapping his half-hard cock next to Nate’s throbbing one between the sweaty heat of their stomachs. He guides Nate’s face to the side with sticky fingers and sucks wet kisses into Nate’s throat above his collar. “You may come now, Nathaniel.”
It’s not instantaneous, hearing the words whispered hotly in his ear, but it doesn’t take much to get off, either. Nate grinds up against Godfather with short jerky thrusts of his cock, the head slipping wetly against the muscles in Godfather’s stomach, two, three, four times before he’s coming with quiet sob.
His throat feels like it’s burning, his lungs are on fire, and as his cock pulses hot and sloppy between their bodies Nate can’t seem to catch his breath. He keeps thrusting up against his Master, mindless of the mess he’s making, spurred on by the possessive sounds Godfather is making and the way he bites and sucks a mark high on Nate’s throat.
When Nate crashes from his high, slumping back onto the blanket spread beneath him, he’s suddenly aware of the cramps in his muscles and how hard the floor is under his back. He sucks in short, sharp breaths of air, and slowly, he’s able to calm the racing in his heart enough to catch his breath.
Godfather presses a soft kiss to Nate’s shoulder before untangling his body from Nate’s and pushing away, and the rush of cool air brought on from their separation is a welcome relief. Godfather doesn’t say anything as Nate trembles on the blanket. Nate can feel his Master's eyes on him but Nate isn’t ashamed or embarrassed.
Nate closes his eyes and breathes. Eventually, the floor creaks as his Master moves away and it creaks again when he comes back. There’s a heavy smack against Nate’s stomach, a punch to the gut from a sopping hand towel. It’s cold though, the water feeling like a blessing as it runs across Nate’s overheated skin. Nate doesn’t think to ask before he reaches for it with trembling fingers, but his Master doesn’t seem to object.
Nate sits up slowly to continue washing himself with the towel, but it’s covered with come and sweat so Nate assumes after a while it’s a moot point. He’s wiped the come from his stomach and between his thighs, and for now Nate assumes that is enough.
“Are you coming to bed, Nathaniel, or would you rather sleep by the fire?” Godfather asks softly, sitting on the edge of the bed and watching Nate with quiet eyes.
“Bed, please,” Nate says hoarsely. He crawls across the floor slowly until he can press his dry lips against his Master’s knee. He smiles at the gentle scrape of Godfather’s fingers through his hair, tipping his head into it and moaning lightly.
“Get yourself a glass of water to drink then come to bed,” Godfather replies quietly. “Put the dirty towel in the tub.” He keeps petting Nate’s hair gently. “You were a very good boy today, Nathaniel,” his Master praises. “Now do as you were told.”
Nate pushes himself to his feet slowly to obey, wandering tenderly through the small cabin to drop the dirty hand towel into the tub before returning to the kitchen for a glass of water. There are no lights on except for the flickering of the fire, and Nate can feel his Master’s eyes on him from where he’s laid back on the bed, propped up on the one remaining pillow. Nate downs a second glass of water desperately before joining him.
Careful not to jostle his Master, Nate curls at his side obediently, snuggling in close and using his chest as a pillow. He can feel the gentle pet of Godfather’s fingers against his spine, slow circles to lure him to sleep, and Nate tugs the worn blanket up his chest further and snuggles in close.
Nate watches the glowing embers as the fire burns it’s self out, snow still drifting lazily and blanketing the world outside, and slowly, Nate drifts to sleep warm and safe at his Master’s side.