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When You're Behind That Angle by meeks00 (R)
Fandom: GENERATION KILL
Pairing: Ray Person/Walt Hasser (Nate Fick/Brad Colbert implied)
Length: 8097
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
meeks00
Author Website: LJ Fic and Art Masterlist, DW Fic and Art Masterlist
Why this must be read:
This one's about people having special powers - and it's both hilarious and hot!meeks00 is an author with a talent for voices, and a lot of her fic not only make you laugh, it also makes you think. This is one of the lighter ones, but there's always a thread of 'What if they find out?'.
In the middle of OIF, Ray starts getting visions. At first they're quite tame, but escalate rapidly to hardcore porn. Both the Ray-voice and the dialogue are excellent, and the flow is great. Hilarious fun, hot description, and it's got an excellent twist on the (very sweet) ending too!
“Ray! Get your head outta your ass and help me with this for a second, would you?”
“What now?” Ray asks before he even looks over.
When he does, he sees Walt on the ground with the Mark-19 partially dismantled. He drops his hands from the steering wheel, and he hesitates for a hot second before swinging his legs out of the victor into the sunlight.
He walks over in the sudden wash of heat, as if the universe turned the dial on the celestial thermostat between the time he was in the shade of the humvee and out of it. As he drops his pot, he feels something like dread roil around in his gut, but he’s a goddamn Recon Marine — a death-dealing, blood-crazed warrior — so he soldiers on. He settles in the dirt beside Walt, and of course that’s when it hits him.
The visions always hit him like a blow to the back of the head.
And they always come in snippets.
This time his first image is of standing against the hot metal of their humvee, MOPP suspenders around the waist, boxer briefs pulled down just under balls, and cock stuffed into a slick mouth. Hands rubbing the scruff of military-shorn hair, tugging closer, thrusting further down a throat — down, down, down until all that’s left is a boneless feeling and satiation. Suction until there’s nothing left but that good kind of emptiness and a shit-eating grin.
The funny thing about these smutty snippets is that what Ray feels and what he tastes and what he sees don’t come from his own point of view. They come from Walt’s. Yeah, that’s right — frolics-with-bunnies-in-meadows-and-slee
When You're Behind That Angle
Pairing: Ray Person/Walt Hasser (Nate Fick/Brad Colbert implied)
Length: 8097
Author on LJ:
meeks00Author Website: LJ Fic and Art Masterlist, DW Fic and Art Masterlist
Why this must be read:
This one's about people having special powers - and it's both hilarious and hot!
meeks00 is an author with a talent for voices, and a lot of her fic not only make you laugh, it also makes you think. This is one of the lighter ones, but there's always a thread of 'What if they find out?'.In the middle of OIF, Ray starts getting visions. At first they're quite tame, but escalate rapidly to hardcore porn. Both the Ray-voice and the dialogue are excellent, and the flow is great. Hilarious fun, hot description, and it's got an excellent twist on the (very sweet) ending too!
“Ray! Get your head outta your ass and help me with this for a second, would you?”
“What now?” Ray asks before he even looks over.
When he does, he sees Walt on the ground with the Mark-19 partially dismantled. He drops his hands from the steering wheel, and he hesitates for a hot second before swinging his legs out of the victor into the sunlight.
He walks over in the sudden wash of heat, as if the universe turned the dial on the celestial thermostat between the time he was in the shade of the humvee and out of it. As he drops his pot, he feels something like dread roil around in his gut, but he’s a goddamn Recon Marine — a death-dealing, blood-crazed warrior — so he soldiers on. He settles in the dirt beside Walt, and of course that’s when it hits him.
The visions always hit him like a blow to the back of the head.
And they always come in snippets.
This time his first image is of standing against the hot metal of their humvee, MOPP suspenders around the waist, boxer briefs pulled down just under balls, and cock stuffed into a slick mouth. Hands rubbing the scruff of military-shorn hair, tugging closer, thrusting further down a throat — down, down, down until all that’s left is a boneless feeling and satiation. Suction until there’s nothing left but that good kind of emptiness and a shit-eating grin.
The funny thing about these smutty snippets is that what Ray feels and what he tastes and what he sees don’t come from his own point of view. They come from Walt’s. Yeah, that’s right — frolics-with-bunnies-in-meadows-and-slee
When You're Behind That Angle