The Art of Getting Ray Person Out of Bed
Title: The Art of Getting Ray Person Out of Bed
Part: 1/1
Fandoms: Generation Kill
Pairings/Characters: Nate/Ray
Rating: R
Word Count: 630
Warnings: Adult language, and suggestive content
Disclaimer: I do not own the show, or the fictional interpretations from which this is based. I’m just exercising my fangirl fantasies for a bit.
Summary: Nate really wants his "princess" to go for a run with him.
Author’s Notes: This is part of my solution to the severe lack of Nate/Ray fics. Expect more in the future.
Ray wasn't a morning person.
"What the fuck is wrong with you? It's not even six o'clock yet."
Nate pursed his lips. This was a regular occurrence - even at 9 o'clock when he usually felt obligated to wake the slumbering princess (as Nate often called him). He watched intently as Ray buried himself forward into his pillows. It was amazing how many he had, at least half a dozen that he splayed across his side of the bed. Ray sure did like to be comfortable. But that immediately conflicted with Nate's plans.
"Get your ass out of bed, Ray. You promised you would start running with me today."
Ray groaned into his pillows. "Why can't we fucking run after dinner or something?"
"Because, then you would just complain about being too full, and we'd never actually end up running together." Nate placed his hands on hips. As much as he wanted to be annoyed by this, Ray stubbornness was one of his most prominent and endearing qualities. When his logic failed to elicit a response, Nate decided to try appealing to Ray's sympathies. "Remember Ray, this is supposed to be the start of your healthier lifestyle. You were going to do this for me, for us, so that we can live long, beautiful lives together."
This time Ray shuffled awkwardly amongst his array of pillows, and it even looked like he was making an attempt to get up. Nate's hope was short lived as Ray reached behind him, grasping for the comforter and pulled it up to his neck.
"If you wanted someone healthy, you should have picked some tree-loving dicksuck to be your boyfriend, because there is no force in heaven or earth that can make me get out of this bed and run at six o'clock in the fucking morning." He then shuffled his whole body, a motion that seemed to want to dig deeper into the mattress.
"Fine, you can just lie there and rot for all I care."
As Nate turned to leave, he heard a small groan. "You didn't even ask nicely."
A crooked grin made its way across Nate's face, a common response when Ray said or did something ridiculous (and adorable). "Oh really, that's all you want?"
Within seconds, it seemed, Nate was on his hands and knees, fumbling across the bed towards Ray's unmoving figure. Straddling Ray's lower back, Nate pulled the comforter away, exposing Ray's shoulders and the dark ink on his arms. He smiled before he gently placed kisses along Ray's shoulder blade. In between each, humming "please" against Ray's skin.
Reaching the crook in his neck, Nate pulled back. "If you come running with me, I'll make it worth your while. I'll let you pick the game afterwards."
Ray let out a small chuckle, and turned his head to the side. "Fucking asshole, by the time we finish running I won't have enough energy to play any games."
"Well, then," Nate said, slowly pushing the palms of his hands up Ray's back, "I guess you'll just have to sit back and let me do all the work, princess."
"I don't want to give you the satisfaction of giving you so much fucking control." Ray paused for a few moments, and then made a sound of defeat. "Fine, I will go running with you. But I will need coffee. As much coffee as you can possibly bring me." Ray put his face back into the pillows, and he felt Nate clambering off the bed.
But there was no coffee.
It all happened too quickly for Ray to react. He felt something latching onto one of his ankles, and before he could register what was going on, there was a swift, strong yank and Ray was flying off the mattress.
Part: 1/1
Fandoms: Generation Kill
Pairings/Characters: Nate/Ray
Rating: R
Word Count: 630
Warnings: Adult language, and suggestive content
Disclaimer: I do not own the show, or the fictional interpretations from which this is based. I’m just exercising my fangirl fantasies for a bit.
Summary: Nate really wants his "princess" to go for a run with him.
Author’s Notes: This is part of my solution to the severe lack of Nate/Ray fics. Expect more in the future.
Ray wasn't a morning person.
"What the fuck is wrong with you? It's not even six o'clock yet."
Nate pursed his lips. This was a regular occurrence - even at 9 o'clock when he usually felt obligated to wake the slumbering princess (as Nate often called him). He watched intently as Ray buried himself forward into his pillows. It was amazing how many he had, at least half a dozen that he splayed across his side of the bed. Ray sure did like to be comfortable. But that immediately conflicted with Nate's plans.
"Get your ass out of bed, Ray. You promised you would start running with me today."
Ray groaned into his pillows. "Why can't we fucking run after dinner or something?"
"Because, then you would just complain about being too full, and we'd never actually end up running together." Nate placed his hands on hips. As much as he wanted to be annoyed by this, Ray stubbornness was one of his most prominent and endearing qualities. When his logic failed to elicit a response, Nate decided to try appealing to Ray's sympathies. "Remember Ray, this is supposed to be the start of your healthier lifestyle. You were going to do this for me, for us, so that we can live long, beautiful lives together."
This time Ray shuffled awkwardly amongst his array of pillows, and it even looked like he was making an attempt to get up. Nate's hope was short lived as Ray reached behind him, grasping for the comforter and pulled it up to his neck.
"If you wanted someone healthy, you should have picked some tree-loving dicksuck to be your boyfriend, because there is no force in heaven or earth that can make me get out of this bed and run at six o'clock in the fucking morning." He then shuffled his whole body, a motion that seemed to want to dig deeper into the mattress.
"Fine, you can just lie there and rot for all I care."
As Nate turned to leave, he heard a small groan. "You didn't even ask nicely."
A crooked grin made its way across Nate's face, a common response when Ray said or did something ridiculous (and adorable). "Oh really, that's all you want?"
Within seconds, it seemed, Nate was on his hands and knees, fumbling across the bed towards Ray's unmoving figure. Straddling Ray's lower back, Nate pulled the comforter away, exposing Ray's shoulders and the dark ink on his arms. He smiled before he gently placed kisses along Ray's shoulder blade. In between each, humming "please" against Ray's skin.
Reaching the crook in his neck, Nate pulled back. "If you come running with me, I'll make it worth your while. I'll let you pick the game afterwards."
Ray let out a small chuckle, and turned his head to the side. "Fucking asshole, by the time we finish running I won't have enough energy to play any games."
"Well, then," Nate said, slowly pushing the palms of his hands up Ray's back, "I guess you'll just have to sit back and let me do all the work, princess."
"I don't want to give you the satisfaction of giving you so much fucking control." Ray paused for a few moments, and then made a sound of defeat. "Fine, I will go running with you. But I will need coffee. As much coffee as you can possibly bring me." Ray put his face back into the pillows, and he felt Nate clambering off the bed.
But there was no coffee.
It all happened too quickly for Ray to react. He felt something latching onto one of his ankles, and before he could register what was going on, there was a swift, strong yank and Ray was flying off the mattress.