fic: we blaze away - brad/ray

[withimpunity]

Title: We Blaze Away
Pairing: Brad/Ray
Rating: PG-13
Words: 557
A/n: I swear, one day I'll write something over 1K. *headdesk*


“Give it to me, Brad.”

“No.”

“You’re not fucking funny, just give me the fucking Ripped Fuel.”

“You haven’t slept in thirty-seven hours, Ray. You are not getting another goddamn fix until I say you can. You need sleep.”

“Fuck you, I don’t fucking need anything except for you to give me that goddamn bottle of crack, you bitch ass motherfucker.” Ray jumps for Brad and misses, or rather, Brad takes a step to the left and Ray lands in the orange desert sand, dirt caked on his bottom lip when he looks up at Brad. “Come on.”

Brad squats on the ground next to him, his backside against one of the humvee’s tires and tucks the bottle of Ripped Fuel behind his boot. “No, Ray.” Brad says quietly and reaches out, brushing the dirt off of Ray’s chin with the back of his hand. “I need you combat effective.” His thumb tugs on Ray’s bottom lip, scraping the desert sand off the wet skin. “You haven’t slept in so long your reflexes are lacking and that shit could get you hurt.” Ray’s lips close around the tip of his thumb. “Or fucking killed.”

“Can’t sleep anyway, fucking bombs and arti and Captain America‘s pussy ass bullshit in my ear all fucking night,” Ray mutters when Brad slips his thumb away from his mouth, brushes off dirt and Ray’s spit on his MOPP suit. “People screaming all the time, dead fucking bodies everywhere, little girl with her legs blown off, who fucking wants to sleep, Brad?”

Brad reaches out and covers Ray’s mouth with his hand, staring at him wide-eyed and scared. He needs Ray, of all people, to be sane and effective, to be able to keep going. They’re on the fucking point of this invasion and if Ray goes, they all fucking go. But he can’t stand to see him like this either, and a part of him knows it for a completely different reason. “Hey,” he says, slowly taking his hand away from Ray’s mouth, letting it linger on his cheek for just a second. “Hey.”

“Hey,” Ray looks up, a faint smile tugging one corner of his mouth up. Just like that, he re-composes himself, puts everything back into the right place in the back of his head where he keeps the bad thoughts, like never seeing his mom again, or getting Brad killed because of doing something stupid, something like this. “Sorry, dude. I lost it.”

“Yeah, you did.” Brad says, mouth twitching like he wants to smile. “Are you going to fucking keep it together now? Because, and if you tell anyone I said this I will feed your testicles to you while they are still attached, I can’t do this shit without you.”

Brad’s not entirely prepared when Ray gets on his knees and leans forward, catching his mouth briefly, pulling his bottom lip into his mouth, but its not completely unwelcome either.

“We’re all good now?” He asks, wiping the ring of wetness Ray left around his mouth away with the back of his dirty hand.

Ray grins as he unfolds his glasses, sliding them onto his face, not giving a shit that its zero dark thirty. “It‘s all good, brother.”

Comments

[svilleficrecs.livejournal.com]

Booooyyyyssss! *happy dance* Oh Brad. Oh Ray.

[shiplessheathen.livejournal.com]

Oh my GOD! You absolutely made me ship them in a way I hadn't before. Like, yeah. I love Brad/Ray always but this, in such a short fic, totally shows how much Brad needs Ray without him being a fucking woman about it. I LOVE YOU.

Also, I totally need an Alexander icon AND Decemberists FTW.

[and-the-damned.livejournal.com]

that was a fantastic 1k
i love your ray and brad and how much they care about each other

[darco16.livejournal.com]

Yay, I'm so happy to see more Brad/Ray. This is an awesome fic. Great mix of emotional, funny and dare I say...... romantic.

[rascalthemutant.livejournal.com]

*nods* They do need each other. You've got them perfectly.

[peopleareshapes.livejournal.com]

GLEEEEE. THIS IS PERFECT. Their voices are spot on! Totally pictured the whole thing in my head as it happened.

“Are you going to fucking keep it together now? Because, and if you tell anyone I said this I will feed your testicles to you while they are still attached, I can’t do this shit without you.”

*dead* Hilarious, horrible, ROMANTIC. LOVE IT. LOVE YOU. Re-reading now, obvs.

[recsforzombies.livejournal.com]

I'm still working through a backlog of several GK fics I haven't gotten around to reading yet, and I know I haven't read a prior brad/ray of yours. Eventually, I'll get caught up. You wrote a brad/ray for that fall fic thing for me (I'm also hard_death) which I got a kick out of, but even though that one was porn, I like this one even better because you seem to have gotten even more sure of their voices*. It seems you are honing your skill. ;) The way Brad is so serious here makes me think of those times onscreen when he stops giving Ray verbal beatdowns automatically when it is crystal-clear Ray is Not Okay. Brad is so unbearably gentle and delicate with his concern with Ray during those times and you really captured that. And the way you had Ray just flip his mood so suddenly felt so in-character. You can't do that with a lot of characters in fandom and have it still be in-character, but with Ray you can.

Keep flyin' the Brad/Ray flag, is what I'm sayin'. YOU ARE NOT ALONE. :D We need mooorre people in our camp so there will be EVEN MORE FIC slashing these two.

* Not to give the impression that I ever discourage the porn.

[irishclover.livejournal.com]

Aww... I love.

[fly-meaway.livejournal.com]

Oh this is really really gorgeous. I love the softness in this and the flow and just how you got their voices so incredibly right. Seriously this does them so much justice and now I want to go and re-read it again :D

[browncoatjack.livejournal.com]

I don't usually 'ship them, but damn that is just too sweet (and so well written; perfect dialog) I just have to love it. :)

[o-contrary.livejournal.com]

Oh, RAY. Ray, babydoll, Brad is needed because he is The Iceman, but you, darling, are the trash-talking, trailer-park-dwelling, verbal and otherwise masturbating mom. The ICEMAN needs you, man, 'nuff said.

It's a dirty job, but someone's gotta do it, and Ray deserves massive, incredible love for being all... RAY. And this fic deserves massive incredible love for portraying that so well.

[lunasky.livejournal.com]

Awwww. Poor Ray. Sometimes even he needs to have a little freak out and it's wonderful to see Brad taking care of him, in his own way. Just wonderful!

[pairatime.livejournal.com]

this was great, I love it and it's so well done.

[novembersmith.livejournal.com]

This fic packs such a fucking wallop, I keep coming back to it and going starry-eyed. It's understated and hot and so goddamned IC I am totally just declaring it canon. I love how Ray just pulls himself back together in a split second when Brad needs him, and how Brad knows what to say and what to do to pull Ray back, and just, GAH.

[salvadore-hart.livejournal.com]

BOYS!
It's such a pretty, subtle, and heart-wrenching hundred of words. I love this.