GK, Bite Me, 1/1, R, Brad x Nate, 841
Title: Bite Me
Author: sephirothflame
Fandom: Generation Kill
Rating: R
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Brad Colbert x Nate Fick
Warning(s): PWP, biting, marking/claiming
Spoiler(s): None
Prompt(s): For ember_firedrake
Word Count: 841
Notes: Porny porn porn.
Summary: Brad likes to mark Nate up before he leaves.
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 off easy, chaste almost, with Brad scraping his teeth over Nate’s jaw, his tongue flicking out to taste the salt of his skin before placing a soft kiss. Here, he’s not allowed to leave marks, but Nate’s breath still catches in his throat with every drag of Brad’s lips and teeth and tongue. Nate makes soft, delicious noises that go straight to Brad’s groin and he’d never even consider passing up, possessive bite marks or not.
Nate’s lips are already bitten and bruised from kissing, slick from spit and red from Nate’s teeth digging in to fight back the noise. He whines when Brad noses his cheek, whimpers until Brad covers his mouth with his own and their tongues slick together, gliding with familiar ease. It’s not what Nate wants, but Brad is flying back to England tomorrow and he’s going to miss the feel of Nate’s mouth under his, so he takes a minute to just appreciate this. So that he can remember it better. Not that there is anything about Nate he could ever forget.
But Brad is leaving in a little less than ten hours, and as much as he’d like to pretend he has all the time in the world, he really doesn’t. He kisses down Nate’s neck, dipping his tongue into the hollow of Nate’s throat, but through here Brad doesn’t bite. Even just under Nate’s collar is forbidden to mark, their own personal no man’s land, but Brad still kisses every inch of skin that he can. If Brad had his way, Nate would be covered in bites and scratches and bruises, proof that he’s Brad’s. It’s not worth Nate’s wrath though, not with so little time to spare.
There’s already a red mark sucked and worried into Nate’s skin, just below his left nipple. Brad doesn’t remember if it was from last night or this morning, but it doesn’t matter, he just places a soft kiss to the mark before he moves to Nate’s other side to give him a matching bite.
Nate jerks up under the sharp bite of Brad’s teeth,oh Brad, fuck, Brad, yes, please, oh, oh, harders spilling from his lips. He curls his fingers into Brad’s shoulders, his nails short and clean, but long enough to hurt when he digs them in.
It’s only fair, Brad supposes, and he’ll always live to serve. He sucks at Nate’s skin, laving his tongue over the marks to chase away the pain. A bite deep enough to stay, to hurt a little, but not enough to draw blood. It isn’t about hurting Nate, after all, and they’ve both seen enough blood for this lifetime. Brad places a soft kiss over the mark before sliding farther down the bed, nipping and worrying at the skin of Nate’s stomach as he goes.
“God, Brad,” Nate moans. He squirms and arches into every scrape of teeth, gasps and moans and whimpers so prettily. His fingers curl and fist the sheets, tugging desperately, but Brad’s got a heavy hand on his stomach, and he can’t arch up under it. “Hurry up.”
There’s a bitter retort on Brad’s tongue about how this was Nate’s idea, but Brad bites it back - literally, really - by sinking his teeth into Nate’s thigh. He worries at the skin for only a moment, his tongue running along the ridges of his teeth, before he lets go and kisses it, too. He repeats the process over and over again, trailing marks down and back up the insides of Nate’s thighs until Nate is trembling with want and need.
“Please,” Nate says, his voice cracking.
Brad huffs against the inside of Nate’s thigh, resting his cheek against it before glancing up at Nate. He can see the quiet desperation, and as much as he wants to tease, to drag this out, he can only imagine the revenge Nate would enact. “Sir,” Brad says casually, digging his fingers into a fresh bite on Nate’s thigh. He waits until Nate jerks and shudders before settling back onto the mattress and licking a line up Nate’s cock.
Mouthing at the head, Brad takes a moment to savor the heady, heavy taste of it and the way Nate’s entire body tenses up in expectation. He tongues the slit, flicks at the ridge, before finally gripping the base and swallowing Nate down torturous inch by torturous inch.
Brad knows if he lets his tongue drag on the underside of Nate’s cock, if he digs his finger and nails into fresh bruises and bites and old ones, if he hums in the back of his throat, he could have Nate coming down his throat in a matter of moments, panting and writhing and screaming as he did so.
The other thing Brad knows though, is his plane leaves in a little under ten hours, and he plans on savoring every moment he has. If it means getting lockjaw and just brushing over bruises until Nate’s properly begging for it, well, it’s a course of action he’s willing to take.
Author: sephirothflame
Fandom: Generation Kill
Rating: R
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Brad Colbert x Nate Fick
Warning(s): PWP, biting, marking/claiming
Spoiler(s): None
Prompt(s): For ember_firedrake
Word Count: 841
Notes: Porny porn porn.
Summary: Brad likes to mark Nate up before he leaves.
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 off easy, chaste almost, with Brad scraping his teeth over Nate’s jaw, his tongue flicking out to taste the salt of his skin before placing a soft kiss. Here, he’s not allowed to leave marks, but Nate’s breath still catches in his throat with every drag of Brad’s lips and teeth and tongue. Nate makes soft, delicious noises that go straight to Brad’s groin and he’d never even consider passing up, possessive bite marks or not.
Nate’s lips are already bitten and bruised from kissing, slick from spit and red from Nate’s teeth digging in to fight back the noise. He whines when Brad noses his cheek, whimpers until Brad covers his mouth with his own and their tongues slick together, gliding with familiar ease. It’s not what Nate wants, but Brad is flying back to England tomorrow and he’s going to miss the feel of Nate’s mouth under his, so he takes a minute to just appreciate this. So that he can remember it better. Not that there is anything about Nate he could ever forget.
But Brad is leaving in a little less than ten hours, and as much as he’d like to pretend he has all the time in the world, he really doesn’t. He kisses down Nate’s neck, dipping his tongue into the hollow of Nate’s throat, but through here Brad doesn’t bite. Even just under Nate’s collar is forbidden to mark, their own personal no man’s land, but Brad still kisses every inch of skin that he can. If Brad had his way, Nate would be covered in bites and scratches and bruises, proof that he’s Brad’s. It’s not worth Nate’s wrath though, not with so little time to spare.
There’s already a red mark sucked and worried into Nate’s skin, just below his left nipple. Brad doesn’t remember if it was from last night or this morning, but it doesn’t matter, he just places a soft kiss to the mark before he moves to Nate’s other side to give him a matching bite.
Nate jerks up under the sharp bite of Brad’s teeth,oh Brad, fuck, Brad, yes, please, oh, oh, harders spilling from his lips. He curls his fingers into Brad’s shoulders, his nails short and clean, but long enough to hurt when he digs them in.
It’s only fair, Brad supposes, and he’ll always live to serve. He sucks at Nate’s skin, laving his tongue over the marks to chase away the pain. A bite deep enough to stay, to hurt a little, but not enough to draw blood. It isn’t about hurting Nate, after all, and they’ve both seen enough blood for this lifetime. Brad places a soft kiss over the mark before sliding farther down the bed, nipping and worrying at the skin of Nate’s stomach as he goes.
“God, Brad,” Nate moans. He squirms and arches into every scrape of teeth, gasps and moans and whimpers so prettily. His fingers curl and fist the sheets, tugging desperately, but Brad’s got a heavy hand on his stomach, and he can’t arch up under it. “Hurry up.”
There’s a bitter retort on Brad’s tongue about how this was Nate’s idea, but Brad bites it back - literally, really - by sinking his teeth into Nate’s thigh. He worries at the skin for only a moment, his tongue running along the ridges of his teeth, before he lets go and kisses it, too. He repeats the process over and over again, trailing marks down and back up the insides of Nate’s thighs until Nate is trembling with want and need.
“Please,” Nate says, his voice cracking.
Brad huffs against the inside of Nate’s thigh, resting his cheek against it before glancing up at Nate. He can see the quiet desperation, and as much as he wants to tease, to drag this out, he can only imagine the revenge Nate would enact. “Sir,” Brad says casually, digging his fingers into a fresh bite on Nate’s thigh. He waits until Nate jerks and shudders before settling back onto the mattress and licking a line up Nate’s cock.
Mouthing at the head, Brad takes a moment to savor the heady, heavy taste of it and the way Nate’s entire body tenses up in expectation. He tongues the slit, flicks at the ridge, before finally gripping the base and swallowing Nate down torturous inch by torturous inch.
Brad knows if he lets his tongue drag on the underside of Nate’s cock, if he digs his finger and nails into fresh bruises and bites and old ones, if he hums in the back of his throat, he could have Nate coming down his throat in a matter of moments, panting and writhing and screaming as he did so.
The other thing Brad knows though, is his plane leaves in a little under ten hours, and he plans on savoring every moment he has. If it means getting lockjaw and just brushing over bruises until Nate’s properly begging for it, well, it’s a course of action he’s willing to take.