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Sep. 24th, 2010 04:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
withimpunitySo I have this fic and its like, all planned out and shit and I know exactly what's going to happen and what I WANT to happen and ngl, I have most of the sex scenes actually written out because Porn: I Dig It. But I can't seem to actually write the other parts. You know, with the other stuff.
It's single dad!Brad. Eventual single dad!Brad/Marine Ray. (Although that might change. Fuckfuckfuck.) Anyway, I have a snippet because I've been staring at this crap for like six hours and why the hell not.
When they get to the motel, Brad is at a loss for what to do.
“I haven’t done this in a really, really long time.” He tells Ray as he starts unbuckling his belt.
“Sex? Or sex with a dude?” Ray waggles his eyebrows at him. Brad chuckles despite himself.
“With a guy,” He frowns. “I’m not a monk.”
“Well, whatever,” Ray waves his hand in the air. “I just got back from fucking war, homes. The only thing that pleasured me out there was my hand and you know that was fucking nasty. So I’ll probably last ten seconds at best.”
Then he walks over and pulls Brad’s shirt over his head and starts kissing him and the rest happens with such ease that Brad forgets what he was ever worried about.
* * * *
Brad slowly blinks awake at five thirty without the aid of an alarm clock. Outside, the garbage truck is clanging down the street, emptying everyone’s cans and Mr. Halpert’s dog next door is going batshit about it, as per usual. Brad pulls back the sheets and throws his legs over the side of the bed, turns around and makes the bed, tucking in each corner until he’s satisfied with the way it looks.
He takes a shower that last eighteen minutes, towel dries for six and a half, and gets dressed in twelve. Every morning he mixes up a smoothie of flax seed, protein powder, and whatever fruit he has lying around, usually bananas and mangoes.
After he does all of this, he goes back down the hallway and enters the second door on the left, kneels on the carpet next to the white canopy bed and turns the crank on the music box sitting on the night stand.
“Time to wake up, Maddy Jane.” He says, catching a curl around his finger as his little girl begins to stir.
It's single dad!Brad. Eventual single dad!Brad/Marine Ray. (Although that might change. Fuckfuckfuck.) Anyway, I have a snippet because I've been staring at this crap for like six hours and why the hell not.
When they get to the motel, Brad is at a loss for what to do.
“I haven’t done this in a really, really long time.” He tells Ray as he starts unbuckling his belt.
“Sex? Or sex with a dude?” Ray waggles his eyebrows at him. Brad chuckles despite himself.
“With a guy,” He frowns. “I’m not a monk.”
“Well, whatever,” Ray waves his hand in the air. “I just got back from fucking war, homes. The only thing that pleasured me out there was my hand and you know that was fucking nasty. So I’ll probably last ten seconds at best.”
Then he walks over and pulls Brad’s shirt over his head and starts kissing him and the rest happens with such ease that Brad forgets what he was ever worried about.
Brad slowly blinks awake at five thirty without the aid of an alarm clock. Outside, the garbage truck is clanging down the street, emptying everyone’s cans and Mr. Halpert’s dog next door is going batshit about it, as per usual. Brad pulls back the sheets and throws his legs over the side of the bed, turns around and makes the bed, tucking in each corner until he’s satisfied with the way it looks.
He takes a shower that last eighteen minutes, towel dries for six and a half, and gets dressed in twelve. Every morning he mixes up a smoothie of flax seed, protein powder, and whatever fruit he has lying around, usually bananas and mangoes.
After he does all of this, he goes back down the hallway and enters the second door on the left, kneels on the carpet next to the white canopy bed and turns the crank on the music box sitting on the night stand.
“Time to wake up, Maddy Jane.” He says, catching a curl around his finger as his little girl begins to stir.
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Date: 2010-09-27 10:34 pm (UTC)