drabble distraction
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withimpunityI could really use some distraction at the moment, so I'm gonna be writing some 100-200 word drabbles.
Prompt me if you like!
-Generation Kill only please
-prompt with a pairing and a word (or two.)
-No Brad/Nate (I'm not hating, I just can't write it.)
- God I'm bossy.
Prompt me if you like!
-Generation Kill only please
-prompt with a pairing and a word (or two.)
-No Brad/Nate (I'm not hating, I just can't write it.)
- God I'm bossy.
Brad/Ex-Fiance
Date: 2010-09-07 06:02 pm (UTC)Re: Brad/Ex-Fiance
Date: 2010-09-07 06:48 pm (UTC)Brad’s always known what he wanted. He’s always gotten it.
She’s different. She doesn’t bend to his smile or go sad in the face when he accidentally insults her on purpose. She doesn’t give him exactly what he wants or expects. He thinks its why he likes her so much.
The sex is - he wants to say its phenomenal, but in reality its as good as all of the other sex he’s had. Not bad, but not special.
She sucks his dick like a nasty, naughty whore. She gets on her knees for him, digs her fingers into the cheeks of his ass and takes him all the way until her nose is brushing his pelvis, but she doesn’t like it when he goes down on her. She acts shy and nervous, only lets him do it on special occasions, like his birthday or when he gets her really wasted on good Tequila. Then, he takes his time with it, spreads her legs wide, licks her slow and teases her clit wiith the very tip of his tongue, flexing his finger inside of her until she’s trembling and begging him, demanding he make her come.
“Just tell me what to do,” Brad murmurs beside her ear one night, slipping his fingers into her panties. “Tell me what you want.”
She blushes and stutters when he brings his fingers to his mouth, sucks them clean, then drops down to his knees next to the bed, brings her foot to his mouth and closes his mouth over her little toe.
“Brad, stop!” She breaks away, giggling. He sighs.
“Why don’t you just let me take care of you?” She purrs, making him switch places with her.
She goes down on him for so long Brad doesn’t see how her jaw hasn’t locked up. She tries so hard, but she just doesn’t get it. Brad hates himself a little for not being able to be the sort of man that can just enjoy this, a beautiful woman that he loves only wanting to pleasure him. Its not though. He understands that now.
He closes his eyes and his mind wanders back to work. He remembers the sergeant major reaming his ass for being late to chow earlier, how he made him scrub the mess hall with a goddamn toothbrush until every surface was sparkling, how his knees and shoulders ached when he finally stood; finally, he comes.
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Date: 2010-09-07 11:36 pm (UTC)IN CONCLUSION: IDK WHY I SAID MOTORBIKE. I am rereading Prisoner of Azkaban but I'm still at the stage where everyone thinks Sirius is a psycho mass murderer.
Ray would be Remus, right? I don't know why that makes more sense to me than the reverse.
RAMBLES LIKE A DRUNK THING LOL SELF GET BACK TO WRITING YEAH.
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Date: 2010-09-07 11:41 pm (UTC)What just happened there.
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Date: 2010-09-07 11:44 pm (UTC)NATE WOULD BE JAMES, MAN. AND HAVE AN ANNOYING MINI!NATE THAT BRAD WOULD FAWN OVER FROM AN OUTLAW-Y DISTANCE AND RAY WOULD TEACH TO DEFEAT BOGGARTS.
MAN, NOW I AM SAD ABOUT WORMTAIL!WALT GETTING HIS PRETTY FINGERS SLICED OFF. BY VOLDE!ENCINO MAN. :(
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Date: 2010-09-07 11:49 pm (UTC)Wow, this is kind of disgusting.
Date: 2010-09-10 02:45 pm (UTC)"Schwinn or Huffy?" Brad asks and catches the bag of spinach as it falls, stows it in the crisper with the cucumbers.
"Oh that reminds me, I got you something on the way over." Ray says and when Brad turns around to look at him, Ray smiles wryly and offers him his middle finger. "Fuck you. No, I'm serious. I think I'm going to go today and pick one out."
"The fuck you are."
"Oh Brad,” Ray grins, twisting open one of the beers he brought in. “Jealous much? Afraid I'm going to look hotter on one of those faggy little crotch rockets than you? Seriously dude, those things are twelve kinds of gay. You can't get more phallic imagery than that, homes."
"Your not getting a bike, Ray." Brad says dryly, with a tone of permanance. He looks Ray in the eyes once and walks off, like the conversation’s over.
Ray snorts, amused, leans against the counter and takes a pull from the beer in his hand. "Yeah, Brad. I am."
Brad sits down at his computer desk and looks up at Ray, arms crossed over his chest. His jaw is tight and set. Ray knows this face. Its the "don't fucking argue with me" face. Its also the face that he ignores ninety percent of the time and the face that gets him really, really good sex if he pushes just enough, but not too far.
"What the fuck do you know about bikes, Ray?" Brad cuts Ray off as soon as he sees him open his mouth to speak. "Jack shit, that's what. I'd be endangering the citizens of California by letting your whiskey speed-addled. whiskey tango ass on something with that much power."
"Oh Brad," Ray says smiling, pretending to clutch his pearls, giving his best southern belle accent to go along with it. "I didn't know you cared."
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"You," Ray grins. "You're worried about me."
"I'm worried about you destroying something beautiful by doing something colossally retarded."
"You're worried I'd hurt myself."
"I'm not worried."
"You're totally freaking out that I'd get in a fiery crash or something."
He doesn't miss the way Brad's eye flinch on the word crash.
"Ray."
"Would you sit by my bedside with tears in your eyes, Brad? Hold my hand when no one was looking?"
"Goddammit, Ray."
“You would, wouldn't you! You big gay homo, you love me!"
Brad sighs. "If I let you drive mine, will you shut the fuck up?"
"Nah," Ray says, slipping his belt loose, tugging his shirt off over his head. Reaching behind him, Brad twists the mini blinds shut. "What do you say we stay here and you tell me how much you looooove me?"
"I'm going to throw you out on your ass, I swear to God."
"You don't believe in God. And you won't. Because you loooove me."
Brad sighs, reaches out to rest his hands on Ray's hips, stroking back and forth across the ink tattooed there. He presses his forehead to Ray's abdomen.
"If I acknowledge this, will you never speak of it again?" He says against Ray’s skin that tastes like sweat and soap from their shower that morning.
He feels Ray's fingers curl around the back of his head, stroking slowly at the nape of his neck. "Acknowledge what?"
Brad mouths at Ray's skin, leaving wet trails across his abdominal. "You're not going to make this easy for me, are you?"
"Nope," Ray grins and Brad tugs on his hips hard enough to pull Ray down into his lap. The chair isn't really big enough for the two of them, Ray's thighs squished up against the arms of the chair, but they make do.
"The corps obviously killed every last one of my fucking brain cells," Brad grumbles into Ray's collarbone.
"I love you," He murmurs next to Ray's ear, sliding his hand down the back of Ray's loose, open jeans to curl his hand around his ass. "I wanna get gay married and buy a house and have fourteen ass babies with you. Is that good enough for you, you demanding little motherfucker?"
Ray chuckles. "Sorry Brad, I don't do the whole barefoot and pregnant thing. I'm my own woman."
"How about we stick to mind-blowing, life altering pornographic sex and...this," Brad says, mumbling the words against Ray's lips before coaxing his mouth open and kissing him.
Ray gives in to Brad for a moment, letting Brad’s tongue slide across his bottom lip, grabbing Ray's hips to rock up against him.
“So okay,” Ray pulls away, slightly breathless. He hates that Brad can do that to him with just a kiss, make him feel like he’s fourteen again, fucking butterflies and sweaty palms. Dear god, he is so very, very gay. "What is this?" He asks, breathing against Brad's mouth.
Brad cups his jaw, kisses it; grins. "Its us."
Re: Wow, this is kind of disgusting.
Date: 2010-09-10 02:56 pm (UTC)... going back to reading this as soon as I stop cracking up over that.
Re: Wow, this is kind of disgusting.
Date: 2010-09-10 02:58 pm (UTC)Re: Wow, this is kind of disgusting.
Date: 2010-09-10 03:03 pm (UTC).... no but really, THIS WAS ADORABLE AND IT GAVE ME FUZZIES.
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Date: 2010-09-08 01:39 am (UTC)Brad/Ray - women. Like, not girl!Brad and Ray, 'women' is the prompt. Um. Maybe. Something easier?
Brad/Ray - morning coffee <3 (I'm having my second morning coffee now, it is inspiring :D
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Date: 2010-09-08 01:45 am (UTC)