69. two out of three ain't bad
Title: The Best Way To Make It Through With Hearts and Wrists Intact Is To Realize That Two Out Of Three Ain't Bad
Rating: R?
Fandom: Generation Kill
Pairings: Walt/Ray, Walt/Nate, Walt/Brad, Brad/Nate
A/N: shutupanddplay posted 100 lyric prompts. She was going to do one everyday but somehow it turned into me doing one everyday... This is for #69. Lyrics from I'm Like A Lawyer With The Way I'm Always Trying To Get You Off (Me & You) by Fall Out Boy
There is no way to come back from war as the same person who left. The lucky ones never sleep the same. Some get PTSD. Others return minus a limb or two.
Walt has come up with a way to deal.
one out of three
The innocent puppy dog thing. It’s an act. Part of The Plan.
Ray likes to think he is badass. Walt knows he’ll get off on the idea of corrupting a good old boy-next-door.
Walt can only keep up the act for so long. It gets harder when he is down on his knees. It’s not like he can give Ray a bad blow job. Even if it is supposed to be his first time. Ray doesn’t even notice.
Four days later in the midst of an unusual silence in the humvee Ray notices. “That wasn’t your first time.” he says to the team as a whole before banging out the first few notes of country song on the steering wheel. Walt doesn’t have time to recognize it. Brad doesn’t let it go past the first verse.
Walt smiles and returns his gaze to the desert.
two out of three
Walt has never minded being on his knees. He even enjoys it. When he looks at Lieutenant Fick he sees the roles reversed.
Have you seen his mouth?
And really this one is easy. Maybe easier than Ray.
All Walt has to do is catch Nate after the chain of command has fucked something up. So basically any time works. But it is best to be the next person he talks to.
A nod towards a secluded spot. A slow kiss. Fingernails on the back of his neck, only just in his hair. Done deal. Easy.
three out of three
Iceman. His facade is melting. He feels more than the others. Just keeps it locked up. Walt can exploit that.
A little tongue. Just a quick slip between the lips.
A little bending over. Ass nice and high in the air.
Nothing.
Brad’s eyes linger on the LT’s lips. Walt can’t blame him.
In Walt’s plan to get some, two out of three ain’t bad.
Rating: R?
Fandom: Generation Kill
Pairings: Walt/Ray, Walt/Nate, Walt/Brad, Brad/Nate
A/N: shutupanddplay posted 100 lyric prompts. She was going to do one everyday but somehow it turned into me doing one everyday... This is for #69. Lyrics from I'm Like A Lawyer With The Way I'm Always Trying To Get You Off (Me & You) by Fall Out Boy
There is no way to come back from war as the same person who left. The lucky ones never sleep the same. Some get PTSD. Others return minus a limb or two.
Walt has come up with a way to deal.
one out of three
The innocent puppy dog thing. It’s an act. Part of The Plan.
Ray likes to think he is badass. Walt knows he’ll get off on the idea of corrupting a good old boy-next-door.
Walt can only keep up the act for so long. It gets harder when he is down on his knees. It’s not like he can give Ray a bad blow job. Even if it is supposed to be his first time. Ray doesn’t even notice.
Four days later in the midst of an unusual silence in the humvee Ray notices. “That wasn’t your first time.” he says to the team as a whole before banging out the first few notes of country song on the steering wheel. Walt doesn’t have time to recognize it. Brad doesn’t let it go past the first verse.
Walt smiles and returns his gaze to the desert.
two out of three
Walt has never minded being on his knees. He even enjoys it. When he looks at Lieutenant Fick he sees the roles reversed.
Have you seen his mouth?
And really this one is easy. Maybe easier than Ray.
All Walt has to do is catch Nate after the chain of command has fucked something up. So basically any time works. But it is best to be the next person he talks to.
A nod towards a secluded spot. A slow kiss. Fingernails on the back of his neck, only just in his hair. Done deal. Easy.
three out of three
Iceman. His facade is melting. He feels more than the others. Just keeps it locked up. Walt can exploit that.
A little tongue. Just a quick slip between the lips.
A little bending over. Ass nice and high in the air.
Nothing.
Brad’s eyes linger on the LT’s lips. Walt can’t blame him.
In Walt’s plan to get some, two out of three ain’t bad.