GK, You're masochistic for falling for me, 1/1, R, Ray/Nate, 932
Title: You're masochistic for falling for me
Author: sephirothflame
Fandom: Generation Kill
Rating: R
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Ray Person x Nate Fick
Warning(s): PWP, mild bondage, consensual name calling (teasing)
Spoiler(s): None
Prompt(s): For kari_hermione for Valentine's Day.
Word Count: 932
Notes: Ray and Nate have an awesome sex life, okay? Title is a butchered lyric from Masochist by Ingrid Michaelson.
Summary: Ray is a master of seduction but Nate is tired of games.
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.
It starts with a condom in Nate’s coat pocket with be my valentine? written on it in Ray’s messy scrawl. It makes Nate laugh, careful to tuck it into his wallet so he doesn’t lose it later, and on his lunch break he buys chocolate flavored lube to drop in Ray’s coat pocket when they meet for lunch in a small diner.
Ray’s eyes light up and Nate’s not the least bit surprised to find a pair of sparkly pink, fuzzy handcuffs in the ceramic bowl Nate usually drops his keys in when he gets home. He doesn’t ask where Ray got them, isn’t entirely sure he wants to know, but he picks them up anyways before kicking off his shoes and going to their closet to look for nylon rope.
“No more games,” Nate says when he drops the rope on Ray’s laptop, folding his arms over his chest and quirking an eyebrow. He loves that Ray doesn’t sputter, doesn’t find a million reasons to delay not doing this - like the fact it's just after five and Nate's already demanding an evening in bed.
Ray just picks up the rope and shuts his laptop before saying “bed” in an authoritative tone and there’s no reason for Nate not to listen. Ray follows, smacking Nate’s ass as they go up the stairs, and they’re barely in the room before he tosses the rope on the bed and starts tugging at Nate’s shirt. “Just the rope tonight?”
“I’ve got your handcuffs if you want those,” Nate replies. He smacks Ray’s hand away to undo his buttons himself, and smiles when Ray just starts to undo Nate’s belt and the buttons on his slacks. “And I’m pretty sure there’s some chocolate lube around here, somewhere…”
“You’re a cheeky bastard, you know that?” Ray asks fondly. He rubs Nate through his shorts, licking his lips when Nate arches his hips forward into his hand and starts to swell from the touch. “Get on the bed and give me my fucking handcuffs.”
Nate laughs and obeys, hooking his thumbs in his shorts and pushing them down slowly. He wiggles his hips, letting them fall to the floor, and he takes his time crawling onto the bed and rolling over. Nate smirks when Ray stops undressing to watch him and tosses Ray the fuzzy handcuffs. “You gonna handcuff and tie me up?”
“I am going to do so many things to you,” Ray replies. He kicks off his jeans and boxers and tosses his shirt to his side. He gets his knees on the bed, inching forward, and Nate sits up to make it easier for Ray to handcuff his hands behind his back.
There’s no pain in these, which Nate supposes is the point, and Nate vastly prefers the handcuffs hidden somewhere in Ray’s nightstand. He doesn’t complain though, and tucks his elbows into his sides obediently when Ray starts to coil the rope about his middle and tug it tight.
Ray works quietly when he works the rope around Nate, testing the tightness before every knot and waiting for Nate’s nod of approval every time. The pattern is simple, binding Nate’s chest and arms, but judging from the way Ray keeps rubbing his cock against Nate’s hip he doesn’t have the patience for anything more complex right now; it’s okay, Nate doesn’t mind.
Nate lets himself be pushed onto his back, thighs falling apart widely on instinct before Ray even moves to settle between them. He arches his hips up encouragingly when Ray sucks on his fingers and rubs the tips over Nate’s hole slowly.
The snick of the lube being open startles Nate, but not as much as the sickly sweet scent that follows it. Ray snorts and smears some on his thumb before sticking it into his mouth and sucking. He makes a face and says, “I think if I try to rim you and use this I’ll puke. It’s like, cocoa flavored sugar.”
“Less talking, more fucking,” Nate says. He curls his legs around Ray’s hips and drags him in closer, arching up against him, and Ray just catches his weight on his palms and laughs.
“You’re a bossy little bitch,” Ray says fondly. He leans down to kiss and lick one of Nate’s nipples, trying to ease Nate’s hips down his thighs so he can pull back and get his hand between them. Ray slicks his fingers up with the sickeningly sweet lube and pushes two of them inside of Nate easily
Nate groans his encouragement. “You know you love me.”
Ray hums lightly and starts to fuck Nate slowly with his fingers. He nips at Nate’s nipple before switching to lick and bite at the other one, rubbing his finger against Nate’s prostate with every sharp snap of his teeth. He groans when Nate starts to clench, trying to arch up for more of his fingers, his teeth, and Ray doesn’t bother pushing in a third finger before he pulls them out.
“Ray, just fuck me already,” Nate whines, squirming and trying to loosen his bonds, anything to be able to get his hands on Ray and drag him down to do what Nate wants.
“Like I said,” Ray grins. “Bossy little bitch.” It doesn’t stop him from slicking up his cock and pushing into Nate, and his eyes flicker shut when Nate squeezes tight and moans loudly. “Jesus, Nate, you’re going to make me come before we’ve even started.”
“Then move already,” Nate groans, and he bites his tongue to keep from crying out loudly when Ray obeys.
Author: sephirothflame
Fandom: Generation Kill
Rating: R
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Ray Person x Nate Fick
Warning(s): PWP, mild bondage, consensual name calling (teasing)
Spoiler(s): None
Prompt(s): For kari_hermione for Valentine's Day.
Word Count: 932
Notes: Ray and Nate have an awesome sex life, okay? Title is a butchered lyric from Masochist by Ingrid Michaelson.
Summary: Ray is a master of seduction but Nate is tired of games.
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.
It starts with a condom in Nate’s coat pocket with be my valentine? written on it in Ray’s messy scrawl. It makes Nate laugh, careful to tuck it into his wallet so he doesn’t lose it later, and on his lunch break he buys chocolate flavored lube to drop in Ray’s coat pocket when they meet for lunch in a small diner.
Ray’s eyes light up and Nate’s not the least bit surprised to find a pair of sparkly pink, fuzzy handcuffs in the ceramic bowl Nate usually drops his keys in when he gets home. He doesn’t ask where Ray got them, isn’t entirely sure he wants to know, but he picks them up anyways before kicking off his shoes and going to their closet to look for nylon rope.
“No more games,” Nate says when he drops the rope on Ray’s laptop, folding his arms over his chest and quirking an eyebrow. He loves that Ray doesn’t sputter, doesn’t find a million reasons to delay not doing this - like the fact it's just after five and Nate's already demanding an evening in bed.
Ray just picks up the rope and shuts his laptop before saying “bed” in an authoritative tone and there’s no reason for Nate not to listen. Ray follows, smacking Nate’s ass as they go up the stairs, and they’re barely in the room before he tosses the rope on the bed and starts tugging at Nate’s shirt. “Just the rope tonight?”
“I’ve got your handcuffs if you want those,” Nate replies. He smacks Ray’s hand away to undo his buttons himself, and smiles when Ray just starts to undo Nate’s belt and the buttons on his slacks. “And I’m pretty sure there’s some chocolate lube around here, somewhere…”
“You’re a cheeky bastard, you know that?” Ray asks fondly. He rubs Nate through his shorts, licking his lips when Nate arches his hips forward into his hand and starts to swell from the touch. “Get on the bed and give me my fucking handcuffs.”
Nate laughs and obeys, hooking his thumbs in his shorts and pushing them down slowly. He wiggles his hips, letting them fall to the floor, and he takes his time crawling onto the bed and rolling over. Nate smirks when Ray stops undressing to watch him and tosses Ray the fuzzy handcuffs. “You gonna handcuff and tie me up?”
“I am going to do so many things to you,” Ray replies. He kicks off his jeans and boxers and tosses his shirt to his side. He gets his knees on the bed, inching forward, and Nate sits up to make it easier for Ray to handcuff his hands behind his back.
There’s no pain in these, which Nate supposes is the point, and Nate vastly prefers the handcuffs hidden somewhere in Ray’s nightstand. He doesn’t complain though, and tucks his elbows into his sides obediently when Ray starts to coil the rope about his middle and tug it tight.
Ray works quietly when he works the rope around Nate, testing the tightness before every knot and waiting for Nate’s nod of approval every time. The pattern is simple, binding Nate’s chest and arms, but judging from the way Ray keeps rubbing his cock against Nate’s hip he doesn’t have the patience for anything more complex right now; it’s okay, Nate doesn’t mind.
Nate lets himself be pushed onto his back, thighs falling apart widely on instinct before Ray even moves to settle between them. He arches his hips up encouragingly when Ray sucks on his fingers and rubs the tips over Nate’s hole slowly.
The snick of the lube being open startles Nate, but not as much as the sickly sweet scent that follows it. Ray snorts and smears some on his thumb before sticking it into his mouth and sucking. He makes a face and says, “I think if I try to rim you and use this I’ll puke. It’s like, cocoa flavored sugar.”
“Less talking, more fucking,” Nate says. He curls his legs around Ray’s hips and drags him in closer, arching up against him, and Ray just catches his weight on his palms and laughs.
“You’re a bossy little bitch,” Ray says fondly. He leans down to kiss and lick one of Nate’s nipples, trying to ease Nate’s hips down his thighs so he can pull back and get his hand between them. Ray slicks his fingers up with the sickeningly sweet lube and pushes two of them inside of Nate easily
Nate groans his encouragement. “You know you love me.”
Ray hums lightly and starts to fuck Nate slowly with his fingers. He nips at Nate’s nipple before switching to lick and bite at the other one, rubbing his finger against Nate’s prostate with every sharp snap of his teeth. He groans when Nate starts to clench, trying to arch up for more of his fingers, his teeth, and Ray doesn’t bother pushing in a third finger before he pulls them out.
“Ray, just fuck me already,” Nate whines, squirming and trying to loosen his bonds, anything to be able to get his hands on Ray and drag him down to do what Nate wants.
“Like I said,” Ray grins. “Bossy little bitch.” It doesn’t stop him from slicking up his cock and pushing into Nate, and his eyes flicker shut when Nate squeezes tight and moans loudly. “Jesus, Nate, you’re going to make me come before we’ve even started.”
“Then move already,” Nate groans, and he bites his tongue to keep from crying out loudly when Ray obeys.