[Generation Kill] [Brad/Nate] Fever
Title: Fever
Subject: Generation Kill | Brad/Nate
Rating: R
Summary: The sun rising behind their backs, endless road stretching out in front of them.
Notes: For the prompt criminal AU. Um. It's set in the same verse as of the wild ones which is how it's a criminal au okay THIS IS JUST CLEVER INTERPRETATION.
They take a vacation, drive up to the lakes on Brad's bike, enough clothes for the weekend stuffed into a rucksack, everything else left behind. No phones, no books, no laptops, no guns. They borrow Mike's cabin, promise to leave it in good condition and set out, the sun rising behind their backs, endless road stretching out in front of them.
They swim, cannonball into the depths and float and stare up at the sky and share the shower afterwards. Nate mouths to conserve water to the arch of Brad's spine, to save the planet as he traces the muscle of Brad's thighs.
They eat cereal for breakfast and sandwiches for lunch and more cereal for dinner. They drink lukewarm beer and sit on the porch and pass cigarettes back and forth and they don't say much. They don't talk about work or Ray's new plan or Schwetje's latest fuck up and they don't talk about the assignments waiting for them on Nate's desk.
They sleep on the floor, Nate's head pillowed on Brad's bicep, Brad's leg curled around Nate's. They get bitten by mosquitoes and they stink of Aloe and Nate's skin freckles. They swim and they sleep and they fuck, gentle kisses and rough hands against thighs and Nate's knees blossoming with bruises and rug burn on the back of Brad's neck.
They listen to Elvis cassettes because it's all they have and Brad misses the internet and Nate misses his books and neither of them admit they wouldn't rather be anywhere else.
The weekend ends and they repack their things, lose three pairs of socks and lose a pair of shorts. The sun shines against the bike as they set off, the black paint getting too hot to the touch, the road not so endless this time.
Subject: Generation Kill | Brad/Nate
Rating: R
Summary: The sun rising behind their backs, endless road stretching out in front of them.
Notes: For the prompt criminal AU. Um. It's set in the same verse as of the wild ones which is how it's a criminal au okay THIS IS JUST CLEVER INTERPRETATION.
They take a vacation, drive up to the lakes on Brad's bike, enough clothes for the weekend stuffed into a rucksack, everything else left behind. No phones, no books, no laptops, no guns. They borrow Mike's cabin, promise to leave it in good condition and set out, the sun rising behind their backs, endless road stretching out in front of them.
They swim, cannonball into the depths and float and stare up at the sky and share the shower afterwards. Nate mouths to conserve water to the arch of Brad's spine, to save the planet as he traces the muscle of Brad's thighs.
They eat cereal for breakfast and sandwiches for lunch and more cereal for dinner. They drink lukewarm beer and sit on the porch and pass cigarettes back and forth and they don't say much. They don't talk about work or Ray's new plan or Schwetje's latest fuck up and they don't talk about the assignments waiting for them on Nate's desk.
They sleep on the floor, Nate's head pillowed on Brad's bicep, Brad's leg curled around Nate's. They get bitten by mosquitoes and they stink of Aloe and Nate's skin freckles. They swim and they sleep and they fuck, gentle kisses and rough hands against thighs and Nate's knees blossoming with bruises and rug burn on the back of Brad's neck.
They listen to Elvis cassettes because it's all they have and Brad misses the internet and Nate misses his books and neither of them admit they wouldn't rather be anywhere else.
The weekend ends and they repack their things, lose three pairs of socks and lose a pair of shorts. The sun shines against the bike as they set off, the black paint getting too hot to the touch, the road not so endless this time.