OMG, snippet party...

[sweetprince]

I've been having so much trouble finishing my fics, so you know what that means? Gimme some prompts and I'll reply with snippets. Any fandom I've participated in, although only AU prompts for J2. You can even request bits from this crazy Gladiator fic that I will never finish below...

He’s Suione. The man in the ring. Tall, with his blond hair shorn short. Nate doesn’t understand anything about the games, but he knows the Suione is good. He clips the Baktrian fighter in the jaw with the hilt of his sword and then dumps him in the sand. The crowd roars and the Suione bends down and rips out his throat, raising up again with crimson stained fists. Nate drops his eyes, and when he raises them up again he finds the Suione staring right into his box, gaze arrowing straight through him.

“Is he looking at me?” Nate’s sister breathes, grabbing at his elbow. “He’s so strong and graceful in form.”

“Could be,” Nate says softly, unable to look away from Brad.

*

Nate agrees with great reluctance to go with his friends to the Ludus Magnus. He’s never had much stomach for gladiators, but Servillius and Clodius won’t stop badgering him until he agrees to come. Nate sighs, and allows himself to be dragged out.

The ludus is saturated with the smell of sweat. They’re quickly shown the gallery by a circumspect slave, and Clodius and Servillius laugh and joke with each other, wondering if the Barbarian’s even had the facility to speak. Nate’s only half paying attention, but he doesn’t know why he’s surprised to see the Suione, running through forms in the practice ring with a wooden sword. He stops, watching the way the Suione’s muscles bunch and shift under his oiled skin.

“I see that the Suione has caught the young tribune’s eye,” the master of the ludus says, he sticks his tongue in his cheek and turns to the slave, “Summon Brad.”

Nate colors. “No, please, I importune you not to…”

His protests fall on deaf ears.

-More Winery!AU for pjvilar (from this story Here)
-Horrible First Date (from FBI!Nate/Cop!Brad 'verse) for amberlynne
-More Gladiator!Brad and Tribune!Nate for alethialia
-Sci-Fi AU: AI Brad for oxoniensis
-Brad/Nate, hottest day of the year for soul_cake_duck
-High School AU, Brad in military school for strangie
-More Gladiator!AU for melloniel
-Winery!AU: Brad's History for bijoux
-Brad/Nate Pre-Kuwait, Pre-Slash for jujubinha
-Brad/Nate, Cuddly Bear for tikiaceae

Comments

[pjvilar.livejournal.com]

OK, either:

Nate/Brad + any, Model!AU, Nate reveals a little more of his backstory

or

Nate/Brad, Vineyard!AU, playing ball with the dogs

I got laid off today, really, anything will make me so very happy. You could write about Nate buying a pack of gum, whatever works.

[amberlynne.livejournal.com]

Not even going to pretend that I haven't been waiting patiently for another one of these so I could say:

The awesome (or horrible!) first date of cop!Brad and FBI!Nate!

Please :)

[alethialia.livejournal.com]

OMG GLADIATOR!BRAD! Yay! Also, poor Nate's gotta learn to keep a poker face. Bless.

You could...continue that, if you were inspired. Or the vineyard AU! We loves that. Or cop!Brad and FBI!Nate.

(Btw, I think you repeated the last two sentences of the first paragraph in this post.)

[oxoniensis.livejournal.com]

The vision of Brad as a gladiator! Guh. And oh, so love Nate as a young tribune!

Prompt: sci-fi Brad/Nate, in which Brad's an artificial intelligence, and Nate's in love with him!

[xtinethepirate.livejournal.com]

FIREFLY.

Mal and Jayne (or Mal/Jayne if you prefer). How Mal got that tattoo on his hip.

[soul_cake_duck]

Yay!

Um, Brad/Nate, stuck somewhere because of bad weather? Oooh, Brad (or Rays) thoughts on this!

[melloniel.livejournal.com]

fjweif;jsdlkfh;FKLDJSLA;KDF GLADIATOR FIC OH MY GODDDD. Amber sent me this way but you are my new favorite person EVER for that.

More please. *___*

More Winery AU

[dark-reaction.livejournal.com]

Brad’s going over accounts on the evening Nate’s supposed to fly in. He told Brad not to bother picking up, when it would only be another hour driving right back. So Brad waits, trying to concentrate on why the numbers for January aren’t adding up. It’s raining out. Nate’ll probably be delayed.

“You’re freakin’ out,” Ray says across the room.

Brad looks up to find Ray staring at him. He rolls his eyes. “You’re mistaken.”

“Bullshit, I’m mistaken. You’re freaking out,” Ray repeats. He gets to his feet, and walks over to top off Brad’s glass of Tempranillo.

Brad catches the neck of bottle and tips it back up. “I don’t need another glass, Ray.”

“Well, I got Quaaludes, if you want to try that.”

“Ray, I’m not freaking out,” he replies. But he might be. He hasn’t seen Nate for months and it was all just one brief weekend, and then Nate had go back and do crime-fighting stuff, and this was the first time he could get away and it was only for a week. It could go wrong. It could go wrong in countless ways. He could’ve met somebody, or remember Brad differently, or decide this long distance relationship is not worth it. Never mind the fact that he has talked to Nate by e-mail or phone at least once a day since he left. Yeah, he’s definitely freaking out.

Fox rolls up onto her paws and lets out a shallow whine. Her tail starts thumping wildly. Brad walks over with his wineglass, bolting down the last dregs. “Is he here, girl?” he asks, scratching behind her ear.

She whines again and a few seconds later there’s a faint knock at the front door. Fox races out, yipping excitedly, and Ray follows her out of the room, picking up his coat and keys before throwing the front door open with a solid bang that Brad thinks might’ve shook the walls.

“Nate, my brother, so glad you’re here!” Brad hears echoing off the high ceilings. “Brad’s shitting himself in the office, so I’ll get out of your hair so that you can do naughty and hopefully soothing things to him.”

Brad lets out a sigh and hangs his head. He goes into the hall to greet Nate and to cut Ray off before he says anything else even more embarrassing, the older and more reserved Shadow at his heels. Nate is bending down in the doorway, petting Fox. Ray smiles over Nate’s head and delivers a sharp salute. He dashes out into the rain, with Nate calling goodbye after him.

Brad stares at him and Nate climbs to his feet, dusting his knees off. He’s wet from the rain, and his eyelashes drip crystal. He smiles softly and says, “It’s good to see you.”

Brad swallows. He doesn’t know how he’s going to cross the distance between him. Nate looks so preppy, he’s in highwaters and loafers, the perfect picture of an east coast boy and what are they doing? Somehow his feet get him to the door and then he’s pushing the door closed and thrusting Nate back against it.

Nate catches his mouth, sucking on his lower lip and combing his fingers over the fade at the back of Brad’s neck. Brad forgot how consuming Nate’s kisses were. He forgot how red his mouth was, how he always seemed to smell of bergamot, how perfectly they fit together. He pushes Nate harder against the door and Nate accepts it, moaning into his mouth and tightening his hand at the back of Brad’s neck.

Their mouths slide apart so that they can breathe and Brad holds him tight, running his nose along Nate’s cheekbone. He feels drunk, like he had that extra glass Ray was attempting to pour. “Hello,” he says.

Nate huffs out a short laugh, and pushes his thumb at the line of muscle running straight into his skull, massaging it. “I guess you’re happy to see me too.”

[jujubinha.livejournal.com]

HOLY CRAP YOU WROTE ANCIENT ROME GK AU! With Gladiator!Brad and Tribune!Nate!

I love you. No, seriously. My love for anything and everything Ancient Rome knows no bound, I'm not even kidding.

I'd love to read anything from your GK!AUs. Maybe the vineyard? That was so interesting... Or the cops/feds. Or the models. OR ALL OF THE ABOVE. :P

[strangie.livejournal.com]

Generation Kill, Brad/Nate, Brad is sent to military school and meets Nate.

[bijoux.livejournal.com]

!!! for Gladiator AU.

Also, why do I have no ideas? *racks brain*

Erm, more Winery AU, but maybe they take a roadtrip somewhere/tour the fields and we get more Brad backstory? That or the winery is in financial trouble and Brad has difficulty leaning on others for help. (Random, but I'm wondering how painful/dirty it would be if they had sex outdoors in the vineyard... have you written this yet? I can't remember)

[2ndary-author.livejournal.com]

Ditto the model!verse request. It's so rare to see Nate as the one with the mystery background....

[2ndary-author.livejournal.com]

Also, how much do I love that Winery!Brad's dogs have such lame names (Shadow? Fox the dog?!). A lot. I love it a lot.

[kashmir1.livejournal.com]

Um, I'm always up for Brad/Nate genderfuck. I... really don't have more than that right now. Or maybe Brad and Nate BOTH get turned into girls/were always girls?

Re: More Winery AU

[pjvilar.livejournal.com]

Oh, this is wonderful. I love all the little details and the quiet wanting. It's great to see Brad months in to this long distance relationship, now the one who is uncertain and excited and nervous, kind of flipping places with Nate in the first story. And Fox is happy her other dad came back to visit! Ray is once again the perfect BAMF yenta and then there is such hot sweet kissing. Thank you so much for this. It made my day.

[starlurker.livejournal.com]

I hope you allow lurkers to play! Generation Kill with occupation switch: Lt. Brad Colbert and Sgt. Nate Fick in the first OIF.

[dark-reaction.livejournal.com]

I don't think I could write that. Mostly because I'm too attached to the current dichotomy. Too much of my characterization of Nate lies in the fact that he's super educated, and there's pretty much NO WAY, you'd ever see a Dartmouth grad as a non-com. If you'd like to submit a different prompt, you're perfectly allowed.

[tikiaceae.livejournal.com]

Ooooh. Brad/Nate, please! Where one of them looks after the other in small ways without that person realising it. Or tries to look after the other without being noticed. \o/

[starlurker.livejournal.com]

Thanks anyway. Hopefully another prompt comes to mind.

Re: More Winery AU

[alethialia.livejournal.com]

“Well, I got Quaaludes, if you want to try that.”

AHAHAHAHA! Oh, I heart Ray like whoa.

Their mouths slide apart so that they can breathe and Brad holds him tight, running his nose along Nate’s cheekbone. He feels drunk, like he had that extra glass Ray was attempting to pour. “Hello,” he says.

I love everything about this. Hotass!boy-kissing! WIN!

[snarkaddict.livejournal.com]

I second or third the call for Gladiator!Brad! ♥_♥ Also, I love that there's still this class divide between them in this AU.

Re: More Winery AU

[snarkaddict.livejournal.com]

Hehehehe! I love Ray's snarking and Brad's fretting! :DDD

Horrible First Date (with bonus blowjob that I never write)

[dark-reaction.livejournal.com]

It was going terribly. Brad was in a horrible mood. He hated his swordfish. He wished he’d stuck to water instead of the red wine the sommelier had picked for him. Hell he didn’t even like wine. He couldn’t believe he’d worn a dinner jacket for this. Nate sat across the table from him, hands folded features steadily resolving into a tight-lipped frown. It had taken Nate two weeks to book a table here, but Brad couldn’t stop himself.

He just couldn’t get over how angry he was at the latest buffoonery that Encino Man had gotten up to, and it was poisoning everything. Finally Nate waved down the waiter with a pantomimed gesture for signing the check. When it came he handed off his credit card without checking the bill, and then wiped his mouth, calculated the tip when it came back, and stuck his credit card back into his wallet.

Brad blinked at him.

“Up, Brad,” Nate said and gestured to the door.

Brad stood up and found himself being herded out of the restaurant and into an alley way. “Nate, what—” Nate pushed him up against a brick wall, and efficiently pulled his belt free of his pants, before working on Brad’s jeans. Brad goggled at him. “I don’t—”

“Don’t speak,” Nate replied, pulling his dick free and encircling it with his fist. Brad swallowed as Nate dropped to his knees and sucked the head of his dick into his mouth. He teased, tongue swirling, pushing into the slit, holding himself right at the tip. Brad stared at him, mouth agape. Nate looked up, catching his eyes, and slowly brought his mouth down the shaft, until Brad hit the back of his throat.

“Jesus,” Brad cried out, not knowing what to do with his hands. Nate sucked hard, bobbing his head, coaxing a full body shiver out of Brad. He pulled off, hand sliding the take up the slack, to stare at Brad. Nate’s mouth was that abused red it got if he so much as ran his tongue across it. He blinked up at Brad and smiled lazily, hand still stroking slowly up and down, sticky with his own spit.

Brad moaned and trembled and finally Nate bent his head again to lick the tip. He pushed hard under the crown of his dick with his thumb and sucked, mouth sliding to meet his fingers. Brad couldn’t help it, he had to touch Nate. He stroked nerveless fingers through Nate’s perfectly gelled hair, and nearly comes apart at the sound Nate’s makes, mouth stretched so tight around his cock.

He breathes out through his nose and swallows, trying so hard to last. But the way Nate looks at him, the way his cock looks sliding between Nate’s plush lips. He can’t take it. He comes bent in on himself, his fingers caught in Nate’s hair. Nate swallows convulsively around him, through his orgasm and the last aftershocks. He pulls off, while Brad leans back against the wall, breathing hard, and carefully puts him back into his pants.

As he zips Brad up and rebuckles his belt, he says, “I hope you’re in a better mood now.”

“I—yeah,” Brad mumbles, still not quite sure how that just happened.

“Good, you can buy me a burger for making me miss my four star tuna tartare,” Nate replies. He brings a hand across his mouth, wiping it off.

Brad leans in and presses a kiss to the corner of Nate’s mouth, tongue darting out to catch the taste of his own come. Nate makes an amused noise in the back of his throat and turns his head to make it a real kiss.

Brad’s not sure how he managed before Nate.

Re: More Winery AU

[dark-reaction.livejournal.com]

Thank you! So glad you liked it!

Re: More Winery AU

[dark-reaction.livejournal.com]

Hahaha, in my fantasy world Nate and Brad spend a lot of time just making out.