July 23, 2011

friday five Brad/Ray fanfic recs

robotlauren:

kwintessens:

(again, note: randomly chosen from my long list of favourites, choosing quotes is hard because I don’t want to spoil the story or beautiful lines by taking them out of context. also, i’ve tried to not rec the same authors as last week simply because i’m assuming if you like a story, you do what i always do and check out the rest of their work. right?)

- Carrying Dangerous Goods by novembersmith (NC-17)
This is a story about Ray and Brad growing up together. Also, there are dragons.

Ray thinks on his better days that he should just stop pining for Brad’s snotty, perfect ass and set about seducing Walt in earnest. Walt’s got big brilliant blue eyes and a square jaw and a wicked streak underlining his sweet disposition. It’s fun as hell teasing him. Plus, he’s probably the best marksman in the Corps, and Ray’s always been attracted to blonde, blue-eyed geniuses.

“Days like this,” Ray says meditatively, knocking a clay pigeon out of the air and missing the next three entirely. “I swear to Christ, flying is almost better than sex.” And it is. Everything’s right in his world at the moment, the sunshine fizzing in his veins like the bubbles in champagne and the crisp summer wind cradling his entire body. It’s like being fondled by the sky. “You ever have better sex than this, Hasser? I mean, really, really good fellatio comes close. You know the kind, where it’s all sloppy and wet and noisy? Yeah, that’s the stuff. Still, I can’t say I’ve ever bedded a whore that’s better than being in the air on a fine fucking day like this one.”

Hasser is flushing bright red, biting his lower lip. It’s damned cute, and Ray’s pretty sure Hasser would go for a no-strings-attached blowjob in camp tonight, if Ray really wanted to follow up on it, except then a hand comes down hard on Ray’s shoulder. Ray jumps, nearly dropping his gun and losing it to the depths of the Atlantic below.

“Goddammit, Brad,” he swears, chest oddly tight all of a sudden.

“Sir, I had no idea you were so incompetent in the bedroom,” Brad says from behind him, a slight edge to his voice. Hasser snickers and Ray reminds himself to dump something prickly in the little bastard’s bedroll later. No blowjob for him, not that Ray was seriously considering it anyway. Damned command structure.

- And Then I’ll Tell You What You Need To Know by pjvilar (NC-17)

“Interrogative.” Brad says it with a push of seduction, after pulling away wetly from Ray’s mouth.
 
Ray looks at Brad like he was just dropped on his head, but doesn’t move his legs from where they’re entangled with Brad’s, or his hands from Brad’s ass.
 
“Okay, you were my TL, dude. You don’t actually have to say that.”

“I’m sorry. I thought this was Brad trying to play a game with his boyfriend, the one who’s constantly bitching about how I’m too serious all the time. Not the TL and the Corporal observing real protocols while bare-ass naked in bed.”

- The Difference Between Us by pyrimidine (PG)
1950’s AU

“You romantic bastard,” Ray finally crows. It sounds funny because it feels like his heart is about to beat out of his stupid chest. He gives Brad a playful shove to the shoulders to cover it up. “You goddamn dumb romantic bastard. Geez, Brad. Want to wear my letterman jacket after school? They opened a new drive-in down by the shake shop, maybe we could go there and canoodle, hey.”

Brad doesn’t say anything. Ray waits. Brad doesn’t say anything.

“Don’t you fucking pull that Charlie Chaplin shit on me,” Ray says a little wildly. Sometimes, out of the blue, it becomes clear just how well Brad knows him. Ray always feels thrown off by it.

- In The Weeds by timeofnoreply (PG-13)
Brad and Ray as chefs AU

“You’re the new grill cook?” Brad asks, sort of unable to believe it. At least Ray’s not sounding all weird and respectful anymore, now that he knows it’s Brad in charge.

“No, I’m the fucking president of the United States.” Ray looks exasperated now. “Yes, I’m the new grill cook. Thanks for the welcome, asshole.”

“It’s just…a surprise.” He knows exactly how lame that sounds.

“Didn’t think you’d ever see me again?” Ray suggests, the dark shadow of what might be disappointment lurking around his eyes.

- Three Things Brad Stole From Ray That Ray Will Never Get Back by meeks00 (R)

And there is that one other thing Ray stole that Brad didn’t put on the list — because Brad doesn’t seem to mind that Ray took it. Ray knows Brad knows about it. It’s in the bottom of his side table drawer. The shirt never has time to gather dust because it is recycled for a new one every time Brad comes home and leaves again so it can retain what Ray jokes is the ass smell but is really just a nice Brad smell. In the morning, while Brad gets his last shit in before shipping off, Ray picks out a shirt for his side table drawer, but then he opens it and sees that one is already there for him. He sits on the bed beside Brad’s half-packed duffel and waits. He always waits. Always will.

carrying dangerous goods is so good omg!! (and hot as hell)

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