GK, Only Fools Rush In, 1/1, R, Brad/Nate, 599
Title: Only Fools Rush In
Author: sephirothflame
Fandom: Generation Kill
Rating: R
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Brad Colbert x Nate Fick
Warning(s): domesticity, mentions of sex toys and adult situations
Spoiler(s): None
Prompt(s): For accol_lj for Valentine's Day.
Word Count: 599
Notes: I'm perfectly capable of not writing slutty, submissive!Nate. See?
Summary: Brad is good at distracting Nate from the horrors of what Ray deems an acceptable Valentine's Day gift.
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’s a red and pink gift basket sitting on the island in the kitchen when Nate gets home from his run, and he stops tugging his shirt off to inspect it. He’s not surprised by Brad’s sudden presence, pressing in close from behind and dropping warm kisses against his shoulder, but the “you really don’t want to know” murmured into the crook of Nate’s neck gives him pause.
“You do know that saying that only makes my curiosity worse, right?” Nate asks, but he tips his head to the side and allows Brad to mouth wet kisses to his sweaty skin. He lets his eyes flicker shut when Brad’s nails scratch down his stomach, and he makes no attempts to stop Brad’s hand from slipping down the front of his shorts.
“Ray has a stupid sense of humor,” Brad says, after a moment. He stops kissing Nate’s skin in favor of pressing his face into the crook of Nate’s neck, but his fingers don’t stop rubbing along the length of Nate’s cock. “Apparently my lack of desire to buy you dollar store chocolate was an offense to his inner teenage girl.”
Nate hums quietly and pushes up onto his toes to arch into Brad’s hand. “So I shouldn’t expect any heart shaped boxes of chocolate or handwritten declarations of love from you then?”
Brad makes a sound, something torn between a pained groan and an exasperated laugh. “If it’s that important to you, you can pretend the chocolate lube and pink vibrator Ray bought are signs of my affection,” Brad says. He presses a kiss to Nate’s neck. “I was under the impression we were skipping this bullshit holiday.” His fingers curl around Nate’s cock when he stresses the last word in contempt, and Nate bites his tongue to keep from whining in frustration.
“Mmh,” Nate hums. He curls his fingers around Brad’s wrist, trying to force his hand to move over Nate’s cock, and Brad laughs quietly, his breath hot on Nate’s ear. “I left steak to marinate this morning. Figured we’d just watch shitty sci-fi movies and fuck all night.”
Brad moans softly against Nate’s skin, pressing a wet kiss to the soft spot behind Nate’s ear. His grip changes on Nate’s cock, stroking him in earnest, and Brad wraps an arm around Nate’s middle to keep him from thrusting forward into the curl of Brad’s fingers. “I knew I loved you for a reason, sir.”
“Kiss ass,” Nate says fondly. He makes a frustrated sound, trying to arch his hips up, but Brad’s grip is tight and he doesn’t try to fight it. He’s perfectly fine with letting Brad jerk him off and grind against his ass. “So, a pink vibrator, huh?”
“Amongst other things,” Brad says. He smiles against Nate’s skin, another soft kiss, before he nips at Nate’s earlobe lightly. “But first, you are going to go shower. You reek.”
Nate smacks his elbow back into Brad’s stomach as a warning, but it's not nearly hard enough to hurt. He grins at Brad’s breathless laugh and nearly keens when Brad lets go of his cock and pushes Nate away from him. “Fine, but you’re coming with me.”
There’s a quirk to Brad’s eyebrows that makes Nate laugh, a silent, oh really, now? that fades to a grin mirroring Nate’s own. Brad doesn’t object when Nate grabs his wrist, letting himself be led away and Nate tells himself quietly to reward Brad for his easy compliance, later.
First though, Brad needs to finished what he started, and a shower isn’t a bad idea at all.
Author: sephirothflame
Fandom: Generation Kill
Rating: R
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Brad Colbert x Nate Fick
Warning(s): domesticity, mentions of sex toys and adult situations
Spoiler(s): None
Prompt(s): For accol_lj for Valentine's Day.
Word Count: 599
Notes: I'm perfectly capable of not writing slutty, submissive!Nate. See?
Summary: Brad is good at distracting Nate from the horrors of what Ray deems an acceptable Valentine's Day gift.
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’s a red and pink gift basket sitting on the island in the kitchen when Nate gets home from his run, and he stops tugging his shirt off to inspect it. He’s not surprised by Brad’s sudden presence, pressing in close from behind and dropping warm kisses against his shoulder, but the “you really don’t want to know” murmured into the crook of Nate’s neck gives him pause.
“You do know that saying that only makes my curiosity worse, right?” Nate asks, but he tips his head to the side and allows Brad to mouth wet kisses to his sweaty skin. He lets his eyes flicker shut when Brad’s nails scratch down his stomach, and he makes no attempts to stop Brad’s hand from slipping down the front of his shorts.
“Ray has a stupid sense of humor,” Brad says, after a moment. He stops kissing Nate’s skin in favor of pressing his face into the crook of Nate’s neck, but his fingers don’t stop rubbing along the length of Nate’s cock. “Apparently my lack of desire to buy you dollar store chocolate was an offense to his inner teenage girl.”
Nate hums quietly and pushes up onto his toes to arch into Brad’s hand. “So I shouldn’t expect any heart shaped boxes of chocolate or handwritten declarations of love from you then?”
Brad makes a sound, something torn between a pained groan and an exasperated laugh. “If it’s that important to you, you can pretend the chocolate lube and pink vibrator Ray bought are signs of my affection,” Brad says. He presses a kiss to Nate’s neck. “I was under the impression we were skipping this bullshit holiday.” His fingers curl around Nate’s cock when he stresses the last word in contempt, and Nate bites his tongue to keep from whining in frustration.
“Mmh,” Nate hums. He curls his fingers around Brad’s wrist, trying to force his hand to move over Nate’s cock, and Brad laughs quietly, his breath hot on Nate’s ear. “I left steak to marinate this morning. Figured we’d just watch shitty sci-fi movies and fuck all night.”
Brad moans softly against Nate’s skin, pressing a wet kiss to the soft spot behind Nate’s ear. His grip changes on Nate’s cock, stroking him in earnest, and Brad wraps an arm around Nate’s middle to keep him from thrusting forward into the curl of Brad’s fingers. “I knew I loved you for a reason, sir.”
“Kiss ass,” Nate says fondly. He makes a frustrated sound, trying to arch his hips up, but Brad’s grip is tight and he doesn’t try to fight it. He’s perfectly fine with letting Brad jerk him off and grind against his ass. “So, a pink vibrator, huh?”
“Amongst other things,” Brad says. He smiles against Nate’s skin, another soft kiss, before he nips at Nate’s earlobe lightly. “But first, you are going to go shower. You reek.”
Nate smacks his elbow back into Brad’s stomach as a warning, but it's not nearly hard enough to hurt. He grins at Brad’s breathless laugh and nearly keens when Brad lets go of his cock and pushes Nate away from him. “Fine, but you’re coming with me.”
There’s a quirk to Brad’s eyebrows that makes Nate laugh, a silent, oh really, now? that fades to a grin mirroring Nate’s own. Brad doesn’t object when Nate grabs his wrist, letting himself be led away and Nate tells himself quietly to reward Brad for his easy compliance, later.
First though, Brad needs to finished what he started, and a shower isn’t a bad idea at all.