I'd Left Him Dreaming
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amoamaTitle: I'd Left Him Dreaming (*steals from Laura Marling* idk titles - just had it saved as doppelganger fic)
Author:amoama
Fandom (pairing/characters): Generation Kill, Brad/Ray/(celebrity appearance by Eric Northman)
Rating: R
Word Count: 2000
Summary: Ray's current boyfriend looks identical to his undead-ex. Apparently this could be conceived as problematic. Basically smutty Brad/Ray with Voyeur!Eric potentially along for the ride.
Disclaimer: Not mine, not true, not possible.
Author's Note: I think this was originally sparked by a prompt on a comm somewhere but it was so long ago I can't remember and didn't save it anywhere. :C It's been lying forgotten as a WIP for ages because I kept thinking there was way more to do but when I re-read it the other day it was more complete-feeling than I remembered. :D
Ray had nearly had a heart attack when he met Brad the first time. He’d thought he left all that behind when he quit the band and joined the marines. Yet here Brad was - the living embodiment of everything Ray was trying to forget. Or maybe not the living one. Ray wasn’t convinced Eric hadn’t found some way to fake it as an alive person. For the first week or so Ray cavorted around Brad trying to lure Eric out of him, to provoke the admittedly moody, unquestionably deadly, marine into revealing himself to be the slightly-less-than stone-hearted undead Viking Ray had known and, yes, loved. Ray would run up to Brad and leap onto his back, sing loud, obnoxious songs in his ear, poke and prod the hell out of him. Apart from the stern, “Ray” Brad always used and the occasional throw down when it wasn’t heeded, Brad remained the Iceman everyone talked about. Not one fang-revealing grimace.
And then there were the smiles. It was the smiles Ray wasn’t used to. There was never a hint of cruelty in Brad’s grins. Ray treated them like trophies, logged them in his mind smugly. They amazed him. He hadn’t known that face could look like that. But it also made him miss everything it wasn’t. He looked for the intensity, the selfish desire that often overrode everything, the way those eyes had raked over him, approving, seducing, when it was Eric that used them.
Once he was convinced Brad wasn’t Eric, Ray thought he probably should be embarrassed by the way he’d acted around Brad. Except that somehow it was okay, somehow it was all good. Brad seemed to accept their weird dynamic as a symptom of Ray’s personality and contented himself with raised eyebrows and secret smiles. Ray quickly decided that Brad was fucking brilliant and worth fucking in his own right. He squashed his qualms and set about annoying Brad into submission.
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It wasn’t until a year in that the dreams started again. It had been so long Ray didn’t realise what was happening at first. Brad had crawled on top of him and was hovering over him, careful to leave a millimetre’s gap between their bodies, except where his tongue teased along Ray’s jaw and neck and collarbone. He smelled clean and a little stale – in a cold way – and suddenly the bored gleam of the eyes and the faint scratch of teeth were sickeningly familiar and assuredly unBrad. He woke up with a shudder.
He turned his head and saw Brad sleeping beside him, naked and sprawling. Ray nestled into him, knowing he would get swatted by Brad’s hand almost immediately. Brad’s opinions on cuddling were somewhat similar to his feelings about country music. Head locks were usually good with him though. Ray kept nudging him annoyingly, acting like a puppy wanting to go out for a walk. After five minutes he even stuck his tongue out and started lapping at Brad and panting furiously over him.
“Rayyyyy”, Brad’s growl already had a good level of exasperation in it, “For fuck’s sake, I’m sleeping here. Go eat your Cheerios like a good boy.”
Ray smiled into Brad’s shoulder. Brad was here. Real and irritatingly fuckable. Ray licked on down to the small of his back moving head first down Brad’s body until his tongue ran lazy strokes between Brad’s ass-cheeks. He loved being wrong way round like this. He held Brad’s thighs open and licked around his opening. Brad groaned heavily into his pillow. He was obviously still trying to be annoyed.
“Don’t worry young Bradley, you stay asleep up there.” Ray called cheerfully from his position above Brad’s ass, “Just think of me as a 3-D, interactive wet dream. Consciousness not required.” Ray felt some of his worries fall away as he pressed his tongue into Brad purposefully - slow, teasing movements that made Brad shudder below him. So what if he dreamed about Eric? It was bound to happen from time to time, it wasn’t his fault his ex-boyfriend and his current one were identical. Really he just hoped they weren’t too closely related.
He rubbed his cock lazily between Brad’s shoulder blades, sliding over Brad’s back as he straddled him properly, keeping his tongue firmly in place in Brad’s ass. He could feel Brad pushing up, trying to take more of his tongue and then grind down into the bed. He heard Brad growl into the bed, something that sounded like, “Stop messing around Ray, if you’re going to do this, then fucking do it.”
Ray pulled off in order to make strategic changes to his current deployment but Brad took advantage of his withdrawal and before Ray knew it he was on his back on the bed. It was ridiculously annoying, fucking Iceman control-freak, “Brad, seriously, I had a plan, you’re ruining it, you’ll never know how hard you would have come if you had let me go on uninterrupted.”
Brad ignored him in favour of sucking down on Ray’s cock. Ray’s hips betrayed him by practically jumping into Brad’s mouth. “Fuck, homes, you’re killing me.”
Brad’s tongue raked up Ray’s cock in smug satisfaction, and shut up, Ray could totally tell Brad’s tongue was being smug all over his cock. Brad moved his leg over Ray’s head, straddling it, so his erection commanded all of Ray’s attention. Ray smiled up at it and began just teasing the tip with his tongue, laughing around Brad’s beautiful dick, smattering kisses along it. He felt weirdly happy, high even, as he took Brad’s cock full into his mouth, pulling Brad’s hips down lower, taking in more and more. He felt his orgasm building, as Brad sucked down hard over his cock, and he tried to call out to Brad, his mouth full of him. They came one after the other with Brad fucking into his mouth and swallowing down his come. It felt like everything, it felt like there wasn’t room for anything else. It definitely didn’t feel like someone else could be watching.
That is, until Ray rolled out from under Brad, wiping come off his face as he went, listening to Brad bitching about having come on his back from where Ray was first rubbing himself on Brad, and Ray thought he saw him in the doorframe, leaning to the side and lazily palming his erection through his jeans.
Ray blinked and he was gone but fuck. Fuck fuck fuck this was going to be a clusterfuck of a situation any time now, Ray just knew it.
Author:
amoamaFandom (pairing/characters): Generation Kill, Brad/Ray/(celebrity appearance by Eric Northman)
Rating: R
Word Count: 2000
Summary: Ray's current boyfriend looks identical to his undead-ex. Apparently this could be conceived as problematic. Basically smutty Brad/Ray with Voyeur!Eric potentially along for the ride.
Disclaimer: Not mine, not true, not possible.
Author's Note: I think this was originally sparked by a prompt on a comm somewhere but it was so long ago I can't remember and didn't save it anywhere. :C It's been lying forgotten as a WIP for ages because I kept thinking there was way more to do but when I re-read it the other day it was more complete-feeling than I remembered. :D
Ray had nearly had a heart attack when he met Brad the first time. He’d thought he left all that behind when he quit the band and joined the marines. Yet here Brad was - the living embodiment of everything Ray was trying to forget. Or maybe not the living one. Ray wasn’t convinced Eric hadn’t found some way to fake it as an alive person. For the first week or so Ray cavorted around Brad trying to lure Eric out of him, to provoke the admittedly moody, unquestionably deadly, marine into revealing himself to be the slightly-less-than stone-hearted undead Viking Ray had known and, yes, loved. Ray would run up to Brad and leap onto his back, sing loud, obnoxious songs in his ear, poke and prod the hell out of him. Apart from the stern, “Ray” Brad always used and the occasional throw down when it wasn’t heeded, Brad remained the Iceman everyone talked about. Not one fang-revealing grimace.
And then there were the smiles. It was the smiles Ray wasn’t used to. There was never a hint of cruelty in Brad’s grins. Ray treated them like trophies, logged them in his mind smugly. They amazed him. He hadn’t known that face could look like that. But it also made him miss everything it wasn’t. He looked for the intensity, the selfish desire that often overrode everything, the way those eyes had raked over him, approving, seducing, when it was Eric that used them.
Once he was convinced Brad wasn’t Eric, Ray thought he probably should be embarrassed by the way he’d acted around Brad. Except that somehow it was okay, somehow it was all good. Brad seemed to accept their weird dynamic as a symptom of Ray’s personality and contented himself with raised eyebrows and secret smiles. Ray quickly decided that Brad was fucking brilliant and worth fucking in his own right. He squashed his qualms and set about annoying Brad into submission.
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It wasn’t until a year in that the dreams started again. It had been so long Ray didn’t realise what was happening at first. Brad had crawled on top of him and was hovering over him, careful to leave a millimetre’s gap between their bodies, except where his tongue teased along Ray’s jaw and neck and collarbone. He smelled clean and a little stale – in a cold way – and suddenly the bored gleam of the eyes and the faint scratch of teeth were sickeningly familiar and assuredly unBrad. He woke up with a shudder.
He turned his head and saw Brad sleeping beside him, naked and sprawling. Ray nestled into him, knowing he would get swatted by Brad’s hand almost immediately. Brad’s opinions on cuddling were somewhat similar to his feelings about country music. Head locks were usually good with him though. Ray kept nudging him annoyingly, acting like a puppy wanting to go out for a walk. After five minutes he even stuck his tongue out and started lapping at Brad and panting furiously over him.
“Rayyyyy”, Brad’s growl already had a good level of exasperation in it, “For fuck’s sake, I’m sleeping here. Go eat your Cheerios like a good boy.”
Ray smiled into Brad’s shoulder. Brad was here. Real and irritatingly fuckable. Ray licked on down to the small of his back moving head first down Brad’s body until his tongue ran lazy strokes between Brad’s ass-cheeks. He loved being wrong way round like this. He held Brad’s thighs open and licked around his opening. Brad groaned heavily into his pillow. He was obviously still trying to be annoyed.
“Don’t worry young Bradley, you stay asleep up there.” Ray called cheerfully from his position above Brad’s ass, “Just think of me as a 3-D, interactive wet dream. Consciousness not required.” Ray felt some of his worries fall away as he pressed his tongue into Brad purposefully - slow, teasing movements that made Brad shudder below him. So what if he dreamed about Eric? It was bound to happen from time to time, it wasn’t his fault his ex-boyfriend and his current one were identical. Really he just hoped they weren’t too closely related.
He rubbed his cock lazily between Brad’s shoulder blades, sliding over Brad’s back as he straddled him properly, keeping his tongue firmly in place in Brad’s ass. He could feel Brad pushing up, trying to take more of his tongue and then grind down into the bed. He heard Brad growl into the bed, something that sounded like, “Stop messing around Ray, if you’re going to do this, then fucking do it.”
Ray pulled off in order to make strategic changes to his current deployment but Brad took advantage of his withdrawal and before Ray knew it he was on his back on the bed. It was ridiculously annoying, fucking Iceman control-freak, “Brad, seriously, I had a plan, you’re ruining it, you’ll never know how hard you would have come if you had let me go on uninterrupted.”
Brad ignored him in favour of sucking down on Ray’s cock. Ray’s hips betrayed him by practically jumping into Brad’s mouth. “Fuck, homes, you’re killing me.”
Brad’s tongue raked up Ray’s cock in smug satisfaction, and shut up, Ray could totally tell Brad’s tongue was being smug all over his cock. Brad moved his leg over Ray’s head, straddling it, so his erection commanded all of Ray’s attention. Ray smiled up at it and began just teasing the tip with his tongue, laughing around Brad’s beautiful dick, smattering kisses along it. He felt weirdly happy, high even, as he took Brad’s cock full into his mouth, pulling Brad’s hips down lower, taking in more and more. He felt his orgasm building, as Brad sucked down hard over his cock, and he tried to call out to Brad, his mouth full of him. They came one after the other with Brad fucking into his mouth and swallowing down his come. It felt like everything, it felt like there wasn’t room for anything else. It definitely didn’t feel like someone else could be watching.
That is, until Ray rolled out from under Brad, wiping come off his face as he went, listening to Brad bitching about having come on his back from where Ray was first rubbing himself on Brad, and Ray thought he saw him in the doorframe, leaning to the side and lazily palming his erection through his jeans.
Ray blinked and he was gone but fuck. Fuck fuck fuck this was going to be a clusterfuck of a situation any time now, Ray just knew it.
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