GK, Fact of the Matter, 1/1, PG13, Brad/Ray, 579
Title: Fact of the Matter
Author: sephirothflame
Fandom: Generation Kill
Rating: PG13
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Brad Colbert x Ray Person
Warning(s): domesticity, boys being boys
Spoiler(s): None
Prompt(s): One last Valentine's Day fic...
Word Count: 579
Notes: Apparently I don't believe in anyone celebrating this holiday.
Summary: Brad and Ray don't celebrate Valentine's Day.
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.
They don’t celebrate Valentine’s Day. It was sort of a unanimous decision when this thing between them started, and the closest they ever get is Brad buying Ray heart shaped Reese’s when they go on sale the day after and Ray bringing home cherry and chocolate flavored lube.
It works for them though. Ray’s never been a fan of this holiday and it has nothing to do with the fact he didn’t have any boyfriends in high school, fuck you very much Brad. It’s the pink and the hearts and the way to show you really love someone is to buy them a metric fuckton of chocolate and diamonds or something.
Ray would much rather celebrate on August 3rd or September 9th, in memory of the first time he sucked Brad’s dick and the first time Brad fucked him. Hell, even July 16th gets a blue dot on Ray’s calendar because it’s the first time Brad whispered I love you into Ray’s sweat slicked skin and didn’t kick him out of bed after they fucked.
He knows, like he always knows when things concern Brad, that he’d probably get mocked to Hell and back if he ever admitted any of these things. Ray’s pretty sure Brad’s caught onto the August date and the way Ray’s always so insistent of sucking him off. Ray is good with dates, and if they aren’t going to celebrate Valentine’s Day or the anniversary of the day they came out to either of their parents or admitted they're not going to stop anytime soon, then Ray at least wants this.
And Brad never objects, not really. He rolls his eyes and smiles fondly, but when push comes to shove he always gives in and consents to Ray’s half-baked schemes and tumbles into bed with him. That’s just how they work, it’s how they’ve always worked, and it’s perfect for the two of them.
Ray doesn’t need some shitty Hallmark card with mass produced confessions of love to know that Brad isn’t going anywhere anytime soon. He wouldn’t say no to chocolate, he supposes, but he thinks he’d be obligated to mock the hell out of anyone dumb enough to try to give him any. Ray’s not wired that way and he’s pretty sure Brad’s grateful for it.
That isn’t to say they don’t have fuckhot sex though, but it has nothing to do with the commercial holiday. It’s because Ray is irresistible and Brad can’t turn down a challenge. He loves the mock-saucy way Ray wiggles his hips and he’s always so eager to tear Ray’s clothes off of him and to pin Ray to the bed. Ray is more than willing to arch his hips up and let Brad have his way with him, content to let himself be pushed around and marked up and giving as good as he gets. If Ray’s the only one bearing bruises on his hips and biceps when this is done, then clearly they’re doing something wrong.
This thing, this thing that is so much more than a thing despite the fact Ray doesn’t know if there’s a word to better describe it, it’s maybe a little messed up but it works for them. Ray is Brad’s and Brad is Ray’s and they’ve never had any reason or inclination to change or stop this. They work together perfectly in a messed up, fucked up way sometimes, and as far as Ray is concerned, that’s all that matters.
Author: sephirothflame
Fandom: Generation Kill
Rating: PG13
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Brad Colbert x Ray Person
Warning(s): domesticity, boys being boys
Spoiler(s): None
Prompt(s): One last Valentine's Day fic...
Word Count: 579
Notes: Apparently I don't believe in anyone celebrating this holiday.
Summary: Brad and Ray don't celebrate Valentine's Day.
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.
They don’t celebrate Valentine’s Day. It was sort of a unanimous decision when this thing between them started, and the closest they ever get is Brad buying Ray heart shaped Reese’s when they go on sale the day after and Ray bringing home cherry and chocolate flavored lube.
It works for them though. Ray’s never been a fan of this holiday and it has nothing to do with the fact he didn’t have any boyfriends in high school, fuck you very much Brad. It’s the pink and the hearts and the way to show you really love someone is to buy them a metric fuckton of chocolate and diamonds or something.
Ray would much rather celebrate on August 3rd or September 9th, in memory of the first time he sucked Brad’s dick and the first time Brad fucked him. Hell, even July 16th gets a blue dot on Ray’s calendar because it’s the first time Brad whispered I love you into Ray’s sweat slicked skin and didn’t kick him out of bed after they fucked.
He knows, like he always knows when things concern Brad, that he’d probably get mocked to Hell and back if he ever admitted any of these things. Ray’s pretty sure Brad’s caught onto the August date and the way Ray’s always so insistent of sucking him off. Ray is good with dates, and if they aren’t going to celebrate Valentine’s Day or the anniversary of the day they came out to either of their parents or admitted they're not going to stop anytime soon, then Ray at least wants this.
And Brad never objects, not really. He rolls his eyes and smiles fondly, but when push comes to shove he always gives in and consents to Ray’s half-baked schemes and tumbles into bed with him. That’s just how they work, it’s how they’ve always worked, and it’s perfect for the two of them.
Ray doesn’t need some shitty Hallmark card with mass produced confessions of love to know that Brad isn’t going anywhere anytime soon. He wouldn’t say no to chocolate, he supposes, but he thinks he’d be obligated to mock the hell out of anyone dumb enough to try to give him any. Ray’s not wired that way and he’s pretty sure Brad’s grateful for it.
That isn’t to say they don’t have fuckhot sex though, but it has nothing to do with the commercial holiday. It’s because Ray is irresistible and Brad can’t turn down a challenge. He loves the mock-saucy way Ray wiggles his hips and he’s always so eager to tear Ray’s clothes off of him and to pin Ray to the bed. Ray is more than willing to arch his hips up and let Brad have his way with him, content to let himself be pushed around and marked up and giving as good as he gets. If Ray’s the only one bearing bruises on his hips and biceps when this is done, then clearly they’re doing something wrong.
This thing, this thing that is so much more than a thing despite the fact Ray doesn’t know if there’s a word to better describe it, it’s maybe a little messed up but it works for them. Ray is Brad’s and Brad is Ray’s and they’ve never had any reason or inclination to change or stop this. They work together perfectly in a messed up, fucked up way sometimes, and as far as Ray is concerned, that’s all that matters.