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wrennetteTitle: Danger-close
Pairing: Lt. Nate Fick x Sgt. Brad Colbert
Fandom: Generation Kill
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Unbeta-ed. Drabble. Pre-slash.
Disclaimer: This is in no way factual, nor is it in anyway based in fact or intended to defame.
Summary: Fick knows the rules against fraternization.
"Your leadership is the only thing I have absolute confidence in," Brad said, meeting his gaze evenly, and again he was struck by the rugged beauty of his subordinate. Stop, he told himself. The man trusts you. Don't you fucking dare betray that. But he couldn't help but notice the lean bulk of the Iceman, couldn't help but notice the curve of his lips and the winter pale shade of his blue eyes, the slight swagger in his walk and the absolute adoration the other men had for him. When he jerked off in his Ranger Grave at night, he couldn't help but imagine Brad's big capable hands on him, and when he came, he whimpered softly, Brad's name danger-close to spilling from his lips. He knew how wrong it was, could site by paragraph and line the regulations in the UCMJ. But the UCMJ held no sway over his mind.
Title: March to Baghdad
Pairing: Lt. Nate Fick x Sgt. Brad Colbert
Fandom: Generation Kill
Rating: R/NC-17
Warnings: Unbeta-ed. PWP. Drabble.
Disclaimer: Fiction, not fact. Don't own, don't sue.
Summary: It involves blow jobs. And hand jobs. And not much by way of plot.
As the invasion progressed, Brad learned that Fick appearing out of the darkness and saying, "Brad, take a walk with me," in his most commanding tone was code for I desperately need you to shove your dick into my mouth before I go abso-fucking-lutely nuts. He didn't mind. Because nights when the lieutenant was on his knees in the dust, Brad didn't have to jerk himself off. He could fuck the lieutenant's sweet wet mouth as brutally as he liked, and Fick would love every second of it. Sometimes Fick liked it so much he creamed in his pants without either of them ever touching his dick. Even when Fick didn't have a spontaneous orgasm from sucking Brad off, he got wood from it. And those nights Brad would kneel behind his commanding officer and reach around him, stroking him roughly to shuddering completion.
Pairing: Lt. Nate Fick x Sgt. Brad Colbert
Fandom: Generation Kill
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Unbeta-ed. Drabble. Pre-slash.
Disclaimer: This is in no way factual, nor is it in anyway based in fact or intended to defame.
Summary: Fick knows the rules against fraternization.
"Your leadership is the only thing I have absolute confidence in," Brad said, meeting his gaze evenly, and again he was struck by the rugged beauty of his subordinate. Stop, he told himself. The man trusts you. Don't you fucking dare betray that. But he couldn't help but notice the lean bulk of the Iceman, couldn't help but notice the curve of his lips and the winter pale shade of his blue eyes, the slight swagger in his walk and the absolute adoration the other men had for him. When he jerked off in his Ranger Grave at night, he couldn't help but imagine Brad's big capable hands on him, and when he came, he whimpered softly, Brad's name danger-close to spilling from his lips. He knew how wrong it was, could site by paragraph and line the regulations in the UCMJ. But the UCMJ held no sway over his mind.
Title: March to Baghdad
Pairing: Lt. Nate Fick x Sgt. Brad Colbert
Fandom: Generation Kill
Rating: R/NC-17
Warnings: Unbeta-ed. PWP. Drabble.
Disclaimer: Fiction, not fact. Don't own, don't sue.
Summary: It involves blow jobs. And hand jobs. And not much by way of plot.
As the invasion progressed, Brad learned that Fick appearing out of the darkness and saying, "Brad, take a walk with me," in his most commanding tone was code for I desperately need you to shove your dick into my mouth before I go abso-fucking-lutely nuts. He didn't mind. Because nights when the lieutenant was on his knees in the dust, Brad didn't have to jerk himself off. He could fuck the lieutenant's sweet wet mouth as brutally as he liked, and Fick would love every second of it. Sometimes Fick liked it so much he creamed in his pants without either of them ever touching his dick. Even when Fick didn't have a spontaneous orgasm from sucking Brad off, he got wood from it. And those nights Brad would kneel behind his commanding officer and reach around him, stroking him roughly to shuddering completion.
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Date: 30 July 2008 01:04 pm (UTC);aoisneoie;rojeaw;'/njhjenguvbrf'jp;oeg;aodjimj;lkasdjnf'asopigdnfc
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Date: 30 July 2008 02:25 pm (UTC)turnabout is fair play!glad you liked!no subject
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Date: 13 February 2009 02:21 am (UTC)Ah, conflicted Nate! Conflicted Nate is the best Nate. Really, though, when is he going to realize that when Brad offered to kiss him, he was totally planning on going through with it? ;)
March to Baghdad
:D :D :D :D
That's pretty much all I've got. :D :D :D :D
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Date: 13 February 2009 09:17 pm (UTC)glad you liked!
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