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sweetprince) wrote2009-12-29 10:10 pm
sweetprince) wrote2009-12-29 10:10 pm
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Fic: Soporific Bliss
Title: Soporific Bliss
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dark_reaction
Fandom: Generation Kill
Pairing: Brad/Nate
Word Count: 1,079
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Nate and Brad have sleepy sex in bed.
Notes: This was written fornightanddaze. She knows why. There may or may not have been serial killers involved.
Nate’s always thought headboards were tacky. Between heavy wedges of wood that made the bed look anchored to the wall and wrought-iron curlicues that rang dully when they slammed against plaster, he just didn’t want one. After years without, he’d ended up with one anyway through no fault of his own.
He’d been traveling so much for work that the apartment he bought in Logan Circle was almost completely unfurnished eight months later. His mattress and box spring had simply lain on the floor next to unopened boxes of books. His sister took it upon herself to get the place decorated while he was away. He came back to an apartment out of a realtor’s showroom—bed complete with headboard. It smacks against the wall with a solid thunk every time Brad pins his wrists to the feather pillows from the Calvin Klein bedding collection and thrusts inside him. The neighbors have complained to the super twice.
But now, awake at five AM, lying against Brad’s softly rising and falling chest, there’s a kind of beauty to the headboard. He raises his head and looks at the fingerprints showing up against the dark wood in the watery light. Last night when Brad had hammered against his prostate for the first time after cruelly holding back, Nate’s hands had flown up on the headboard in reflex, fingers curled white-knuckled around the top edge.
Brad had smiled that dirty smirk that had made Nate’s heart pound harder every time he saw it in a face smudged with desert dust and gotten his knees under him. He’d bent and kissed Nate artlessly, teeth grazing Nate’s lower lip; then his hands had come down tight on top of Nate’s clawed fingers. He’d held Nate there while he used the headboard as leverage to shove in harder and faster until Nate’s thigh muscles trembled and he’d had to bite into the muscle of his own bicep to keep from screaming. He grins at the thought.
Brad shifts under him, blowing out a breath. “Mmm, what’s up?” Brad asks, eyelids fluttering. His voice is full of sleep and Nate regrets waking him.
“Nothing, just thinking,” Nate replies softly. He drops a kiss to Brad’s jaw and says, “Go back to sleep.”
Brad ignores him, raising a hand to run his thumb over the deep red bite mark on the meat of Nate’s arm. “What are you thinking about?”
Nate thinks back to a time when Brad didn’t think he was allowed to ask that. That person Brad knew wasn’t the person he knows now. It couldn’t be. They’re both glad that’s behind them.
Nate runs his nose along the elegant swoop of Brad’s collarbone and says, “You.”
“I like it…when you think about me,” Brad replies, voice distant. It’s the kind of unfettered honesty that Nate could never hope to hear when Brad was fully awake. He smiles and strokes down over Brad’s hip, scraping his nails over the jut of Brad’s pelvis. Brad makes a sound in the back of his throat and his eyelids flutter a second time. He rolls Nate further on top of him and connects their mouths in a kiss that makes Nate shiver.
“We need to work on your sleeping habits,” Brad says roughly, lips sliding across Nate’s cheek. He nuzzles at the skin where Nate’s neck meets his jaw and says, “Your circadian rhythms are all fucked up.”
Nate feels Brad’s cock hardening against belly. He wants to say something, but his brain is stubbornly blank. Brad’s hands smooth down his body, fingertips dipping into Nate’s spine, practically pressing him into a catlike arch. Nate lets out a breath and drops his head between his shoulders. Brad’s hand continues down over the dimples at the small of Nate’s back and over his tailbone to slide between Nate’s cheeks. He presses one long finger into Nate’s sore hole and tongues Nate’s pulse as he shudders.
Brad drowsily ruts against him, pre-come wet against Nate’s thigh. He sighs when Nate repositions to bring their dicks together. The rustling of the Frette sheets that his sister picked out sounds loud in the early-morning quiet. He has a hilarious thought about the neighbors complaining that they’re tossing and turning too much.
Nate observes the way Brad’s bicep flexes against the ridge of his shoulder and the way his nipple hardens under Nate’s spread-fingered palm. In the full light of day he doesn’t notice things like this: the way tendons shift and bunch in Brad’s neck, how his calluses catch on Nate’s skin, what their exhaled breaths sound like echoing together.
Nate comes almost without noticing it, Brad’s finger still hooked inside just to remind Nate what it was like when the ring of muscle was spread around Brad’s cockhead. Brad makes an approving sound. He drags his fingers over Nate’s mouth.
His eyes are closed, blond lashes curved against his cheek. It’s like he’s trying to construct Nate’s face inside his head. Nate watches him, drinks up flushed skin and a delicately curved lower lip. He remembers a time when Brad fucked him stupid and then wouldn’t meet his eyes as he pulled his pants on. Back then Brad used to leave his jacket or watch behind just so he would have an excuse to come back again. He bites at the pad of Brad’s fingertip and then sucks it into his mouth, swirling his tongue over it. The flush darkens on Brad’s cheeks. He pulls his finger free of Nate’s ass and tightens his arm low around Nate’s hips, directing Nate up against his dick. Nate goes easily, laying his elbows on either side of Brad’s head for balance and driving their hips together slowly. Brad’s grip on his waist loosens even as his rips rise to meet Nate’s.
“Love you,” Brad says just before he comes. Nate doubts he even knows what he’s said. He bends his head and kisses the word out of Brad’s mouth.
He loves the fact that Brad’s jaw so perfectly fits his hand. There are times when Nate thinks Brad was made just for his consumption. See how easily they slide into place. Brad relaxes against him, drifting back into sleep. Nate carefully extricates himself and pads over to the bathroom to clean up. Brad rolls over into Nate’s side of the bed and shoves his arm up under the pillows. His presence in the bed makes Nate enjoy the headboard a whole lot more.
Author:
dark_reactionFandom: Generation Kill
Pairing: Brad/Nate
Word Count: 1,079
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Nate and Brad have sleepy sex in bed.
Notes: This was written for
nightanddaze. She knows why. There may or may not have been serial killers involved. Nate’s always thought headboards were tacky. Between heavy wedges of wood that made the bed look anchored to the wall and wrought-iron curlicues that rang dully when they slammed against plaster, he just didn’t want one. After years without, he’d ended up with one anyway through no fault of his own.
He’d been traveling so much for work that the apartment he bought in Logan Circle was almost completely unfurnished eight months later. His mattress and box spring had simply lain on the floor next to unopened boxes of books. His sister took it upon herself to get the place decorated while he was away. He came back to an apartment out of a realtor’s showroom—bed complete with headboard. It smacks against the wall with a solid thunk every time Brad pins his wrists to the feather pillows from the Calvin Klein bedding collection and thrusts inside him. The neighbors have complained to the super twice.
But now, awake at five AM, lying against Brad’s softly rising and falling chest, there’s a kind of beauty to the headboard. He raises his head and looks at the fingerprints showing up against the dark wood in the watery light. Last night when Brad had hammered against his prostate for the first time after cruelly holding back, Nate’s hands had flown up on the headboard in reflex, fingers curled white-knuckled around the top edge.
Brad had smiled that dirty smirk that had made Nate’s heart pound harder every time he saw it in a face smudged with desert dust and gotten his knees under him. He’d bent and kissed Nate artlessly, teeth grazing Nate’s lower lip; then his hands had come down tight on top of Nate’s clawed fingers. He’d held Nate there while he used the headboard as leverage to shove in harder and faster until Nate’s thigh muscles trembled and he’d had to bite into the muscle of his own bicep to keep from screaming. He grins at the thought.
Brad shifts under him, blowing out a breath. “Mmm, what’s up?” Brad asks, eyelids fluttering. His voice is full of sleep and Nate regrets waking him.
“Nothing, just thinking,” Nate replies softly. He drops a kiss to Brad’s jaw and says, “Go back to sleep.”
Brad ignores him, raising a hand to run his thumb over the deep red bite mark on the meat of Nate’s arm. “What are you thinking about?”
Nate thinks back to a time when Brad didn’t think he was allowed to ask that. That person Brad knew wasn’t the person he knows now. It couldn’t be. They’re both glad that’s behind them.
Nate runs his nose along the elegant swoop of Brad’s collarbone and says, “You.”
“I like it…when you think about me,” Brad replies, voice distant. It’s the kind of unfettered honesty that Nate could never hope to hear when Brad was fully awake. He smiles and strokes down over Brad’s hip, scraping his nails over the jut of Brad’s pelvis. Brad makes a sound in the back of his throat and his eyelids flutter a second time. He rolls Nate further on top of him and connects their mouths in a kiss that makes Nate shiver.
“We need to work on your sleeping habits,” Brad says roughly, lips sliding across Nate’s cheek. He nuzzles at the skin where Nate’s neck meets his jaw and says, “Your circadian rhythms are all fucked up.”
Nate feels Brad’s cock hardening against belly. He wants to say something, but his brain is stubbornly blank. Brad’s hands smooth down his body, fingertips dipping into Nate’s spine, practically pressing him into a catlike arch. Nate lets out a breath and drops his head between his shoulders. Brad’s hand continues down over the dimples at the small of Nate’s back and over his tailbone to slide between Nate’s cheeks. He presses one long finger into Nate’s sore hole and tongues Nate’s pulse as he shudders.
Brad drowsily ruts against him, pre-come wet against Nate’s thigh. He sighs when Nate repositions to bring their dicks together. The rustling of the Frette sheets that his sister picked out sounds loud in the early-morning quiet. He has a hilarious thought about the neighbors complaining that they’re tossing and turning too much.
Nate observes the way Brad’s bicep flexes against the ridge of his shoulder and the way his nipple hardens under Nate’s spread-fingered palm. In the full light of day he doesn’t notice things like this: the way tendons shift and bunch in Brad’s neck, how his calluses catch on Nate’s skin, what their exhaled breaths sound like echoing together.
Nate comes almost without noticing it, Brad’s finger still hooked inside just to remind Nate what it was like when the ring of muscle was spread around Brad’s cockhead. Brad makes an approving sound. He drags his fingers over Nate’s mouth.
His eyes are closed, blond lashes curved against his cheek. It’s like he’s trying to construct Nate’s face inside his head. Nate watches him, drinks up flushed skin and a delicately curved lower lip. He remembers a time when Brad fucked him stupid and then wouldn’t meet his eyes as he pulled his pants on. Back then Brad used to leave his jacket or watch behind just so he would have an excuse to come back again. He bites at the pad of Brad’s fingertip and then sucks it into his mouth, swirling his tongue over it. The flush darkens on Brad’s cheeks. He pulls his finger free of Nate’s ass and tightens his arm low around Nate’s hips, directing Nate up against his dick. Nate goes easily, laying his elbows on either side of Brad’s head for balance and driving their hips together slowly. Brad’s grip on his waist loosens even as his rips rise to meet Nate’s.
“Love you,” Brad says just before he comes. Nate doubts he even knows what he’s said. He bends his head and kisses the word out of Brad’s mouth.
He loves the fact that Brad’s jaw so perfectly fits his hand. There are times when Nate thinks Brad was made just for his consumption. See how easily they slide into place. Brad relaxes against him, drifting back into sleep. Nate carefully extricates himself and pads over to the bathroom to clean up. Brad rolls over into Nate’s side of the bed and shoves his arm up under the pillows. His presence in the bed makes Nate enjoy the headboard a whole lot more.
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I can't believe all you packed in there so quickly with like backstory and stupid boys and hot sexors and sleepy awesome hotness! Okay, I totally can believe it because you but still! AMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAZING! It was totally worth any suffering on my part if this is what happens!
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Could there be a better way to end the night? Sweet dreams indeed. Brad and Nate + sleepy/cuddly/warm wake-up sex is just...the best.
The little details are what get me. From the type of sheets, to the fingerprints on the headboard, to the mark on Nate's arm, and then you threw in Brad's collarbone. jbjsfbsfbryfbrufybf!
And you know I totally googled "Logan Circle" and "Frette sheets" for the visual effect. *sigh*
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SLEEPY FROTTAGE!!! sldfhjh it is only my most favorite kink ever! And that it's Brad/Nate makes it almost too hot to handle. OH MY. YOU ARE AMAZING ♥
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This is absolutely gorgeous, and I kind of melted into a puddle that is now soaking my desk chair. (Unfortunately, that didn't sound better in my head.)
And the neighbors complaining that they’re tossing and turning too much? So possible.
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Haha...And you, of course.
But mostly, yay sleepyfic! I see a bunch of people like it AND YET NO ONE WRITES IT. Which makes me full of despair.
But this was lovely enough to make up for the lack. I'm really fond of stories where the past and present collide (or flow nicely, such as here) and you get the sense of change and the fluidity of time in one cohesive story.
And the mood is so nice. Sleep(y)fic is one of the few places that have a great sense of peace about them, which is excellent when you have people like me giggling about serial killer rps in the background.
Thank you for this, lady!
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And hey, we need more RPS, serial killer or otherwise!
ETA: But you know, it's also important to push yourself!
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This caused much gasping and shrieking type noises. You paint a beautiful picture here. Hoo whee!
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First, let me just say that sleepy sex is a personal kink of mine, so I LOVE it when people write it in GK. IIRC, Signe wrote a sleepy sex piece for Porn Battle over the summer, but it was sleepy!Nate. I'm not gonna lie, I'm kind of in love with sleepy!Brad after this.
Nate’s thigh muscles trembled and he’d had to bite into the muscle of his own bicep to keep from screaming.
It’s the kind of unfettered honesty that Nate could never hope to hear when Brad was fully awake.
His eyes are closed, blond lashes curved against his cheek. It’s like he’s trying to construct Nate’s face inside his head
Nate doubts he even knows what he’s said. He bends his head and kisses the word out of Brad’s mouth.
I fucking love these lines. They're just so matter of fact, so Brad and Nate, and they still manage to be romantic at the same time. Gorgeous.
He remembers a time when Brad fucked him stupid and then wouldn’t meet his eyes as he pulled his pants on. Back then Brad used to leave his jacket or watch behind just so he would have an excuse to come back again.
I... good god, I want this story. It's so gorgeous and painful and fucked up and hopeful, all at the same time.
Lovely story!!
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Seconded!
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Apparently I should just always write off the cuff. It seems to produce the best results. Glad you liked it!
As for that story...you are not helping my new years resolution to actually work on my senior thesis!
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He remembers a time when Brad fucked him stupid and then wouldn’t meet his eyes as he pulled his pants on. Back then Brad used to leave his jacket or watch behind just so he would have an excuse to come back again.
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I really love how you mixed the sweetness & the hotness of the situation. Makes the whole thing even hotter.
“Love you,” Brad says just before he comes. Nate doubts he even knows what he’s said.
NATE. OH, NATE. Poor baby can't see what's right in front of him. Like Brad would say something he doesn't think!
So in short: wonderful job :)
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*sighs all happy-like* ♥
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Also, Nate should keep in mind that it's very hard to get tied up to a bed if said bed has no headboard. Whoever invented headboards was clearly a very forward-thinking individual.
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Nate thinks back to a time when Brad didn’t think he was allowed to ask that. I was happily surprised when I realized that it wasn't just PWP - which would have been awesome, too - but something more meaningful. So this line, and all the memories that their lovemaking brings up in Nate, totally filled me with joy.
He presses one long finger into Nate’s sore hole and tongues Nate’s pulse as he shudders. Hello, bullet-proof kink!! I - just - yes.
the Frette sheets that his sister picked out Of course she has good taste. Mmmm, I love bed linens. So you hit yet another kink.
He remembers a time when Brad fucked him stupid and then wouldn’t meet his eyes as he pulled his pants on Oh, ouch. I'm so glad that they got over that!
His presence in the bed makes Nate enjoy the headboard a whole lot more. Yes. I think it's safe to say we all enjoy the headboard now!
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Yes. I think it's safe to say we all enjoy the headboard now!
I pretty much DIED laughing. Oh grumpy Nate. Thanks so much for reading!
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Sleepy sex is the best.
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My pleasure ;)
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I love these angsty stories with happy endings... Even if we just see them in the after, you were teasing and wonderful at showing us this little moments of angst and of pretty boys being stupid. I love this!
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I am absolutely in love with a Brad who's comfortable enough to say the big scary L word. I can't imagine it's easy for him to open up like that; the fact that he says it so carelessly is amazing to me.
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I adore their sleepy sexin' and the little things Nate notices that make the story all the more real, and sleep-vulnerable Brad that's so different from the Iceman persona.
I am so adding this to my memories.