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sweetprince) wrote2009-10-14 11:32 am
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More Snippets
Midterms are over for me, thank god! As has become fashionable in Generation Kill fandom, I have decided to do a snippet post. You are welcome to post a picture for any fandom I write in (SPN, Generation Kill, RPF, Glee, Never Back Down) and I will respond with fic. The two fics I have in the works are frightening me, but I am in a mood to write.
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amberlynne has been threatening me with 17 requests for more Model!AU, so come participate so I'm not just writing about Brad and Nate prancing about on the runway.
ETA: Oh, song of the day, "One Pure Thought" by Hot Chip, for you dirty-minded girls out there.
-Brad owning a winery foramberlynne
-Ray's Wedding foramberlynne
-Q-Tip Turning Up on Nate's Porch foraboutademongirl
-Nate The Romance Novelist foramberlynne and really, myself.
-Nate the Archeologist, Brad the wild mountainman foramberlynne
-ASkar's epic love with Batman formemphis86. Every time I type that, I laugh.
-Glee: Brokeback The Musical formemphis86
-Model!Au: The first photoshoot after they fuck foramberlynne
-Generation Kill Victorian!Au fortrolleys
-Model!AU: Brad finds school!Nate irresistable foramberlynne
-Brad Visiting Nate At Harvard forsoul_cake_duck
-Alex taking Stark back to Sweden foramberlynne
amberlynne has been threatening me with 17 requests for more Model!AU, so come participate so I'm not just writing about Brad and Nate prancing about on the runway.ETA: Oh, song of the day, "One Pure Thought" by Hot Chip, for you dirty-minded girls out there.
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amberlynne-Ray's Wedding for
amberlynne-Q-Tip Turning Up on Nate's Porch for
aboutademongirl-Nate The Romance Novelist for
amberlynne and really, myself.-Nate the Archeologist, Brad the wild mountainman for
amberlynne-ASkar's epic love with Batman for
memphis86. Every time I type that, I laugh.-Glee: Brokeback The Musical for
memphis86-Model!Au: The first photoshoot after they fuck for
amberlynne-Generation Kill Victorian!Au for
trolleys-Model!AU: Brad finds school!Nate irresistable for
amberlynne-Brad Visiting Nate At Harvard for
soul_cake_duck-Alex taking Stark back to Sweden for
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I never said I was going to go EASY on you!
Winery, Part 1
He gets off at the first exit, burnt grass and highway detritus giving way to acres of vineyards. There’s a little turn off with a sign, and he pulls off in front of it.
“Jesus,” he says, getting out of the car to inspect the damage. The engine is smoking under the hood. He’d only had the car for two hours from the Hertz rent-a-car at San Francisco airport—if it could’ve just waited the last few miles to Healdsburg.
“Everything all right?” a voice comes from behind him.
Nate pulls of his sunglasses and turns around. Walking towards him with two rangy golden retrievers at his heels is a tree of a man. Nate knows intellectually the other guy can’t be that tall, but something about him just seems to take up space.
Nate scrubs at his face with his hand. He feels horribly out of place in his charcoal dress pants and cream dress-shirt in the face of the guy’s jeans and red t-shirt. “I’m sorry if I’m on your property. As soon as I call for a tow truck I’ll be out of your way.”
The man looks amused, slightly longish blond hair falling into his eyes. “Do you have cell reception?”
Nate pulls his blackberry out of his pocket and sighs. “Just my luck.”
“You’re fine,” the guy says, “I have a landline in the main house if you want to use it.”
He skirts past Nate up the driveway, the dogs following behind obediently. Nate swallows, watching the man’s jeans mold tight over his ass and thighs as he walks. He rolls his eyes up to the sky and then takes off behind him.
“I’m Nate by the way,” he says, catching up to the guy and offering his hand.
“Brad Colbert,” the guy replies. His grip is strong and sure, callused from work, and Nate’s hand is left tingling when he gets it back. It’s a long walk up the drive with Brad occasionally tossing a tennis ball for one of the dogs, Shadow and Fox, but somehow the silence feels more companionable than oppressive. Nate guesses Brad just doesn’t feel the use for filling the air up with pointless conversation. He can get behind that.
The main house had conjured images of a barn type compound but what Brad actually meant was a sprawling Spanish style ranch house with rugged red cliffs soaring up behind the house and vineyards. Nate has to take a second to stare. When he turns back to Brad, the other man is smiling at him.
“It’s beautiful,” Nate says.
“Thank you,” he shows Nate through the front door. He calls back to one of the dogs. “C’mon, Shadow.”
Winery, Part 2
Nate stares at him and then turns back to look at Brad who seems annoyed rather than embarrassed. “Shut up, Ray,” he says. “The phone is next to my retarded associate, please help yourself.”
He stalks out of the room and Ray follows after, attempting to apologize, but clearly only annoying Brad further. Nate eavesdrops on their argument for a moment longer before picking the phone up out of its cradle. He calls a towing company first. They promise him forty-five minutes to an hour. Nate looks at his watch, he’ll probably be late.
He calls Amanda next. “I’m going to be late,” he tells her as soon as she picks up.
She sighs, sounding beleaguered. “Of course you are, first no date, second not on time, third you’ve started voting republican again.”
He laughs. “I assure you it stops at being late.”
“Where are you?”
“Not too far. My car broke down and this guy is letting me use his phone.”
“Christ, Nate, how late are you going to be?”
He spends several more minutes appeasing her and telling her everything is going to be fine. Finally she relents and hangs up on him. Nate doesn’t take it personally. This whole wedding thing has been making everybody nuts. He walks out of the room, following the sound of voices.
He finds Brad and Ray in a living room in the back, overlooking the rear of the property. One wall is entirely glass and the rows of carefully tamed vines seem to go on for ever. Ray is telling some story about rabies and pole dancers in Reno and Nate can tell that Brad is mostly not listening. They both turn when he enters the room.
“Thanks for letting me use your phone,” Nate says, finding it hard not to stare at Brad who is backlit by the window and seeming to glow with it. “I’ll uh…get out of your hair.”
“You’re welcome to wait here,” Brad replies evenly. Ray snorts and Brad turns to him, “Get out, Ray.”
Ray raises his hands in supplication, but rolls to his feet and leaves. He winks at Nate as he goes. Nate raises his eyebrows at Brad. “Ignore him,” Brad replies and walks over to a sideboard. “Can I help you to a glass?” He holds up a bottle of Campo Viejo Rioja.
“Not your own wine?” Nate asks.
Brad laughs. “If I only drank my own wine, I’d miss a whole lot.”
He pours Nate a glass and hands it to him. Nate looks down at his watch. Only 4:43 PM. He supposes he’s in wine country. He thinks about sitting down on one of the long leather couches, but it somehow feels appropriate standing here next to Brad. Brad clinks their glasses together and takes a sip, his eyes never leaving Nate’s. Nate takes a bigger swallow than he meant to and winds up tonguing the excess off his lower lip. Brad’s eyes darken and drop to his mouth.
“I uh…don’t suppose there’s anywhere you have to be tonight?” Nate asks, knowing he’s completely lost his mind.
Brad takes another sip, his throat working, and then sets the glass down on a low coffee table.
“No, I don’t suppose there is.”
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ALSO YOU CANNOT STOP THERE!
Here, let me help:
Seriously, that last one was one of the first things I found in my search and I couldn't NOT share it. :D
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Ray's Wedding
“Dawg, you gotta admire the fact that his old lady let him do this,” Poke says, appearing at his elbow.
“How do you know it wasn’t her idea?” Brad replies. “Maybe Ray found the other half of his soul.”
“Dawg, I only know one person with a soulmate and it’s y—” Poke breaks off suddenly, lips slamming together like he can gate in what he was attempting to say.
Brad stares at him. “What?”
“Nah, nothing,” Poke replies. Ray’s wife is letting him smear cake on her face so that he can lick it off. “Maybe you’re right, maybe Ray has found his soulmate.”
“Mmm,” Brad replies, staring at the antics over his cup of beer. He looks past Ray and his wife and sees Nate stepping out of port-o-potty. Almost all of Ray’s guests are way overdressed, because they were expecting an actual wedding and not this farce, but somehow Nate looks even more pristine. The wind is blowing slightly and his jacket flaps back. Brad watches Nate smile and shade his eyes, lifting his chin to the sky.
When he turns back to Poke, he finds him staring at Brad with a nonplussed expression, arms crossed. “What?” Poke shakes his head and walks away. Brad turns to look back at Nate and their eyes connect through the shifting melee of fake hillbillies.
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May I request Brad/Nate based on this:
It could be period!Brad or model!Brad in a photoshoot - whatever works for you. :D
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*brain starts turning over and over*
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Brad and Nate caught up in Victorian Politics
They don’t have much time alone. Just the few bare hours they can scrape together in Nate’s rented room in Cheapside and then Nate has to return to his wife and young son and pretend he doesn’t know Brad beyond mutual invitations to the club and run-ins at the theater. Brad lives with this, because there’s no other way to be. He sometimes thinks that Nate would love to live like Edward Carpenter, throw all this aside, set up right next door in Millthorpe, but they would only render themselves impotent. Nate is Gladstone’s man and perhaps one day he will run for Prime Minister. They can’t pitch it all away. Not to mention the hell Brad went through to get elected as an MP as a mere ward of the Colberts and not their actual son.
But whatever Nate’s thoughts, he is also endlessly practical, and he never says he will leave his wife. Throw their carefully constructed into the Thames like so much trash. It’s just a look he gets in his eyes. He turns his head to face Brad, and Brad simply knows what’s running through his head. But now he is not thinking of any of that. He sweeps a hand through his hair and levels his gaze on Brad. “Bradley, why are you still dressed?”
Nate pulls a chair out from the rickety old desk and sits upon it, legs crossed, determined to wait. He’s dispensed with his weskit and pocket watch, and the fine linen of his shirt from a better tailor than Brad ever bothers with is torn at the neck. He is going to make Brad strip before him and then he’s going to run his mouth down every plane of Brad’s skin. That is the look in his eyes.
Brad quirks a grin. “What think you of the Cockburn Commission’s findings?” He unbuttons his collar and sets aside his coat.
“That parliament should decriminalize trade unions?” Nate says, leaning his chin on his fist and taking in Brad’s movements. His cheeks are flushed even though the room is drafty at best.
“Does it not rankle that Salisbury’s government will introduce this reform and we will yet again be made to look like fools?” Brad unbuttons his smalls and pulls his shirt tails free.
Nate sighs, eyes on his hands. “Just so, but it takes a meaner man than I not to admit that we desperately need it.”
Brad shakes his head, pulling his shirt off and tossing it at Nate. “You astonish me.”
“Oh?” Nate raises his eyes back up to Brad’s face. “That I can talk of politics before your nakedness? You brought the subject up, but I might add that it has been several days since I have been able to converse with one who shares so many of my opinions.” He grins and re-crosses his legs. “You should join me for brandy at the club, and then I could empty my mind of everything but you.”
Brad kicks off his boots. “Dangerous,” he says, taking a moment with his soft trousers, watching as Nate sinks his teeth into his lower lip. “You stare at me, my lord.” Nate has always been able to find his gaze, to meet it, to convey perhaps more than words, and it has always been a distraction. Nate, bloody obstinate, knows it.
But now he gets to his feet. “Do not ‘my lord’ me, Brad, not here,” he says, closing the last few feet of space between them. Brad hides a smile and accepts his kiss. With Nate’s hand at the back of his head, his mouth brushing across Brad’s, and the feeling that wells up in Brad every time they do this, even Brad occasionally entertains thoughts of moving to Millthorpe. Nate’s teeth scrape over his lower lip and his fingers drag down Brad’s spine. A moan jerks out of him, unbidden. Before he knew Nate and his arresting laugh and bright eyes, there was only the thrill of change, and the power behind it. Now, occasionally, something in him aches, wishes he could’ve met Nate at a card party or a trifling tea dance. The two things he loves most are mutually exclusive and he cannot find the strength in himself to give up either.
Nate has this strength. And it scares him.
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The premise is so TRAGIC yet completely fitting ;_____; I love the transposition of their canon relationship into this setting, how it amplifies the *forbidden nature*, and that Brad is sort of at Nate's mercy here and the fear that comes along with that trust. On a shallow note, Brad stripping for Nate! \o/ And Nate calling him Bradley! And the language is PERFECT, I would read volumes of this. Seriously, awesome job, thank you so so much! ♥ ♥ ♥
P.S. Your icon is mesmerizing and I kept scrolling up to stare while typing this comment, haha. /collarbone fetish
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I do not approve of LJ's shenanigans. :(((((
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okay will stop spamming you now.
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Wait, is there no more? Waa! This is a big ol' tease, then? Hmph!
But as teases go, it's FABULOUS.
“Ooh la la la, Brad, this is a higher class hooker than you usually pay for.”
AHAHAHA! I have a story with this exact same sentiment that I was just working on and - yeah, gmta, I laughed. Also, Nate would look quite pretty given what he was wearing. Hmmm.
“I uh…don’t suppose there’s anywhere you have to be tonight?” Nate asks, knowing he’s completely lost his mind.
Brad takes another sip, his throat working, and then sets the glass down on a low coffee table.
Hee! Does Brad think he's being propositioned?! I thought he'd figure he was being propositioned. That could be awkward. Or hot. Take your pick.
Also, I am not understanding the whole more model!AU = bad. Someone will have to explain it to me.
So awesome!
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