Let's dirty us up some Walt!
I choose to blame this on puckling and sharksdontsleep , because they're filthy enablers.
Walt doesn't get enough porn written about him! Let's fix that. I want to have a giant Walt Porn Party, with as much smut about our favourite gunner as we can possibly manage. Any pairing, any kink, anything you can think of as long as it's something you wouldn't wanna show your mama ( Read more... )
Walt doesn't get enough porn written about him! Let's fix that. I want to have a giant Walt Porn Party, with as much smut about our favourite gunner as we can possibly manage. Any pairing, any kink, anything you can think of as long as it's something you wouldn't wanna show your mama ( Read more... )
Brad had just wanted to get a damn hotel. It’s not like his insurance wouldn’t have covered it, but as soon as he explained what had happened to Ray, Ray had practically dragged him over by the scruff of his neck. “A tree falls on my best friend’s house,” he’d said, “I’ve got to open my doors.”
Brad hadn’t really stood a chance, so he packed up a duffle, and headed on over. At least at Ray and Walt’s little two bedroom apartment he had a room to himself, even if he had to keep that information to himself.
Brad, of course, didn’t give a shit what they did in that other bedroom. He was a grown up, and besides, he wanted Ray to be happy. In his softer moments he had to admit that he liked seeing them together, like the way they were. They worked. Despite everything, they worked, clicking neatly together like puzzle pieces. Brad liked things to be neat ( ... )
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He closed his own eyes for a second and when he opened them Ray was looking straight at him.
Brad felt hot all over, felt like he’d just been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He couldn’t look away, knew he should - really, really should - but couldn’t, just kept staring at the two of them, Ray with his big eyes, Walt with his head still back on the couch, oblivious. And then Ray squeezed again, harder, hard enough that Brad could see Walt’s skin turn white, and Walt let out the smallest ( ... )
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On to the actual story:
1) The cooking, the bad action movies, the cuddling - AWWWWWWWWWW. (And watching Armageddon. HEE! I love me some bad action movies, but couldn't make it through that one.)
RAY COOKING - Clearly, Mika and I have gotten to you.
2) SLEEPY WALT. (Again, this is probably a product of Mika and my sending you mindwaves.)
3) They pressed close together, not holding hands or cuddling, but up in each other’s space, no longer trying to hide the intimacy. Their legs touched, they nudged and kicked at each other, Ray seemed to like touching Walt’s hair. AWWWWWW ... (I love hair touching. Um, just FYI.)
4) Brad watched as he dropped his head back against the couch and closed his eyes, giving another soft sigh as Ray dug his thumb in. Walt left his hand open and relaxed in Ray’s grip, palm up and strangely tender, and out of nowhere Brad felt light headed with how much he wanted. PALMS UP, Walt ( ... )
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RAY COOKING, okay, you guys HAVE gotten to me because the thought of Ray feeding Brad and Walt just grabbed me in ways I can't explain. SIGH.
Walt being sleepy - I don't even know, so again, it MUST have been you guys.
And, look, ok, I saw Armageddon when I was an impressionable teenager and I bawled my freaking eyes out. IT HAS EMOTIONAL DEPTH OK (probably not).
You realise now that we have managed to sexualize the PALMS of Walt's HANDS. It's a special talent we have, dude.
What I wanted with this story is to show Brad falling not for Ray, or for Walt, but for Ray&Walt, their relationship, from the cosy domestic stuff to the kinky bedroom stuff. Brad wants in on that. I want Brad being in on that. SOMEONE NEEDS TO WRITE BRAD BEING IN ON THAT. (It will probably be me, SIGH)
ANYWAY, Thank you! I'm glad you liked this.
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YES? DUH?
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Oh god, authentic pizza from NY (hells yeah!), Brad being cooerced into staying at their place, Aaaaahnold movies, and bruises round Walt's wrists, ump ump upm.
He closed his own eyes for a second and when he opened them Ray was looking straight at him ( ... )
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THANK YOU, BB!
authentic pizza from NY
I don't know why, but it's my personal canon that Ray's father is of Italian descent and he's from New York. I JUST MAKE SHIT UP *shrugs* Seems to work :D
Ok, and yeah, Ray is pushing to see how far Brad wants to go, trying to feel him out. And Brad is fairly oblivious, BUT. I am more than halfway through writing the follow up to this, in which there is finally some pay-off, so it's COMING SOON
*resist obvious joke*
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OR COMMENTS. But seriously email at puckling24 at gmail dot com the next time you do something like this BECAUSE I NEED TO KNOW OKAY? OKAY.
it's my personal canon that Ray's father is of Italian descent and he's from New York.
I'd buy it. Also, speaking as someone who spent most of her life the greater New York City area, as soon as you start leaving, it became nigh well impossible to find proper bagels and proper New York style pizza. The bagels are actually harder than the pizza though.
Ok, and yeah, Ray is pushing to see how far Brad wants to go, trying to feel him out. And Brad is fairly oblivious, BUT. I am more than halfway through writing the follow up to this, in which there is finally some pay-off, so it's COMING SOON
YES YES YES, FLASH THE PUCKLING SIGNAL WHEN IT'S DONE.
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!!!!!!!!!
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OH GOD I AM NOT SURE I CAN DO THIS.
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Brad rolled his eyes and handed Walt a beer. “Your grandmother was from New York.”
“Yeah, exactly,” Ray called. “This shit is authentic.”
<3
“They’d have to fight me for him,” Walt said sleepily.
Oh. Oh. That's beyond adorable.
This whole thing is just both sweet and hot. Kinda like apple pie (SORRY, but also OM NOM NOM.) Aces.
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Walt is very protective of Ray. Ray isn't allowed to make pie for ANYONE ELSE, ok (except Brad. Walt's willing to negotiate terms with Brad).
Mmmm. Apple pie and ICECREAM. Now I'm hungry.
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