Drabble dump!
Here are some tumblr drabbles I wrote today and yesterday! Also - HELLO I AM BACK. I will do a proper HELLO I AM BACK post soon, but first - drabbles.
Brad/Ray 1
The holiday house was cheap, because it was the off season and also because it looked like it had been built in about nineteen twenty three and last serviced in possibly nineteen twenty five.
“Marines make do,” Brad said, with only the slightest hint of sarcasm as they took in the leaky windows, the warped floor boards.
Ray dropped his case. “Speak for your fucking self, Brad, I’m not a Marine any more, and I demand central heating.”
Brad shot him a derisive look. “You’ve been a civilian for what, three months? And you’re already softer than my baby niece.”
“You know what your baby niece can do, Bradley,” Ray said pleasantly, and wandered into the kitchen. “Well at least the fridge works.”
“This weather, all we’d need to do would be put the six pack on the windowsill for five minutes,” Brad grumbled. He picked up Ray’s case and carried it with his own into the bedroom. The mattress on the bed was saggy, but soft, no springs poking through. The bed linen looked clean. “Room's alright,” he said, grudgingly.
Ray bounded in, crashing Brad onto the bed. Brad laughed, flipped them easily.
“Got my central heating right here, I guess,” Ray said, content. His eyes were already closing - it had been a long drive, and it was late. Brad figured he could wait.
“You falling asleep like a pussy?” he asked softly, fondly. Ray shrugged.
“Don’t move. Stay where you are. Just gimme twenty minutes.”
Brad laughed, settled down more comfortably, half draped over Ray’s body.
“A week to ourselves,” he said, almost to himself. “A whole week.”
Ray smiled. “Now who’s being a fucking girl,” he said sleepily.
Brad just grinned.
~
Brad/Ray 2
Ray woke up with Brad lying on top of him, snoring softly in his ear.
“Brad,” Ray whispered, wriggling a little. “Brad, fuckin’ wake up.”
“Mmmm,” Brad agreed sleepily, and snuggled in closer, draping a leg over Ray’s hips. “Shh,”
“Brad.” Ray was getting a little desperate. Partly because he couldn’t breathe, and partly because of the way Brad’s cock was hard and digging into Ray’s thigh.
This time, Brad woke up. He didn’t say anything, just turned his head a little, caught Ray’s lips in a slow, sleepy kiss. Ray moaned into it, just a little, and pumped up against Brad. He didn’t need much convincing - neither of them did - and soon they were grinding together, not even bothering to get their pants completely off, just shoving them down enough to get some skin on skin.
“Oh fuck, fuck, come on,” Ray panted, grip hard on Brad’s hip. “Brad, fuckin’ give it to me-“
“Yeah, Ray,” Brad sighed, and came in a hot spurt over Ray’s stomach, cock slipping in the mess. Ray gasped, overcome by the feeling of it, and pushed up into Brad, tightening his grip and squeezing his eyes shut.
He came seconds later, adding to the mess between them, with a long, vital groan.
“Ray,” Brad whispered, soothing. “Ray, that’s it, come on Ray…”
They lay, panting together, kicking the blankets off despite the chill in the air, realising after a little while that they didn’t have any tissues handy.
“That,” sad Ray, eventually. “Was a good start.”
Brad grinned up at the ceiling. “Well we’ve got all week,” he said. “I’m sure we can top it.”
Ray chuckled, and picked up one of Brad’s socks with his toes, using it to wipe off his stomach. “Well, we can give it a red hot go.”
~
Other Brad/Ray
“You know,” Brad said, grip hard on Ray’s wrist. “I could break your arm in about three seconds flat. If I wanted to.”
“Yeah, if you wanted to,” Ray said agreeably. He had one knee in Brad’s sink, which was full of dirty, sudsy water, and one foot still hanging outside Brad’s kitchen window. Brad reached past him, without relinquishing his grip, and switched on the light. Ray blinked.
“Why.”
“Well,” started Ray, slipping a little in the sink and sending a plastic tumbler crashing to the floor. “Well really, that’s a complicated question that deserves the kind of answer that I can’t really give justice to right at this very moment.”
Brad sniffed. “Jesus, how much did you drink?”
Ray hesitated. Brad caught a plate and another tumbler that were also in danger of being knocked to the floor.
“That is another really involved question, Brad. I might not be able to answer it without a flow chart and maybe an assist from Doc and Hasser.”
Brad sighed, and finally let go of Ray’s wrist, taking a step backwards. “Get out of my sink.”
Ray did so, with some effort, and stood in the middle of the floor, dripping and slightly shame-faced. Brad closed the window.
“You break into my house at three am, drunk out of your gourd, and…what? What was the point of this?”
Ray’s eyes were very big. Brad knew better then to fall for that, but…still.
“I missed you.”
It would mean more coming from someone who didn’t smell flammable. It would mean more coming from someone who hadn’t just broken Brad’s fly-screen. It would mean more coming from someone who hadn’t left in the first place.
Brad sighed, held out his hand again. Tentatively, Ray took it.
“You’re dripping dirty water all over my floor,” Brad said gruffly. “Come upstairs.”
Ray smiled, and Brad gave another, long, sigh.
It would mean more in the morning. But for now, it would do.
~
Brad//Ray vampire au
“Just because you’re a fucking vampire now,” Brad said, face set. “Does not mean you can beat me on the shooting range.”
Ray shrugged. “Actually, I’m pretty sure it does,” he said. “Better reflexes, I don’t need to breath if I don’t want to, vastly improved eye sight-“
Brad held up a hand. “No. I accept that you now have an unfair and totally physiologically improbable strength advantage, and I accept that you can read minds and also move quicker than seems likely according to generally accepted laws of physics, but I still own you on the shooting range. I know it.”
Ray held out his arms in an ‘I surrender’ gesture, which Brad didn’t buy even for a second. Sneaky vampire bastard. “Okay, fine. Fine. We’ll go to the shooting range, and you will beat me against all odds, and after that doesn’t happen in any universe ever, can you please just give me a blowjob?”
Brad narrowed his eyes. “You’re a fucking vampire, Ray. How do you even still have a sex drive. You can’t mate.”
“Well I wasn’t going to mate by blowing a load up your ass anyway, Bradley, but I still wanted to do it. Jesus you’re being fucking difficult. I’m sorry I beat you at everything, I promise I will strive to be a less exemplary specimen of the undead, Fuck, can I get laid now please?”
Brad folded his arms. “After the shooting range.”
“Okay. Okay, fine. Get your fucking car, we’ll go there now We will break into base because it’s two in the morning, and we’ll do it now. Happy?”
Brad hesitated, may have shuffled his feet, just a tad. “My car’s in the shop. Do you think. Do you think you could fly us?”
Ray’s eyes went huge. “Oh, NOW you’re interested in my preternatural powers? You are such a little bitch!” But he was already heading out the door, holding his arms out to Brad. And Brad couldn’t stop the grin from appearing on his face as he stepped into Ray’s embrace and they went swooshing off into the night.
Having a vampire for a boyfriend sucked most of the time (boom, tish). But some of it? He thought he could get used to.
~
Romeo/Mercutio (I was taking requests, okay!)
"Good morrow, cuz,” Romeo said, not looking away from the golden sunrise over the water as Mercutio stepped up to his side.. Mercutio touched his arm.
“You’ve been awake the night through? Man, you need to sleep.”
Romeo’s laugh was bitter. “Sleep? I have no use for sleep. My heart aches, my mind spins, I can find no rest in my bed or any other except that which I can’t have.”
Mercutio’s sigh was equal part impatient and fond. “Brother, you need to forget the fair maiden Rosaliiiine. You need to find other pleasures, those closer to hand.”
Romeo shot him a look. The light was gold on his cheeks, flashing in his eyes. “Mercutio, I don’t wish to hear this again. Not from you. My heart is true.”
Mercutio touched his jaw, then his lip. “I am not talking about your heart, my man of Montague. You’re the one obsessed with that useless organ. I have in mind another, far more vital.”
Romeo bit his lip, and Mercutio felt his tooth, white and hard, for an instant against his finger. “Come, come with me. I know ways to soothe you that your shallow temptress has yet never dreamed.”
Romeo took a hesitant step closer. Mercutio’s heart skipped a beat.
“We said never again.”
“You said,” Mercutio corrected. “And I take my orders from no Montague.” He smiled, soft, convincing. “Come. You need rest. Let me help you find it.”
Romeo glanced once more out to the ocean, then back at Mercutio’s face.
“Aye, then, Mercutio. Aye.”
~
Brad/Nate (There's one in every crowd)
Ray took a drink from the bottle of bourbon, and handed it to Beck, who made a face but took a swig anyway, because it was that time of night. Almost everyone else at the party was passed out, paired off, or involved in one of those deep and meaningfuls that involved drunken tears and clasped hands and admissions that everyone would hope had been forgotten by morning.
The kind she, Ray and Brad were having, in fact.
“It’s not, it not that I love him,” Brad was saying, earnestly, as Ray nodded in understanding. “It’s just that I really wanna fuck him.”
“I completely get it, dude,” Ray said. “Seriously. I almot wanna fuck him myself.”
“See!” Brad took the bottle, spilled half it down his chin. “See, he’s just really, you know, fuckable. He’s just. You know.”
“I know,” Ray said wisely, and they clasped each other on the shoulder, like they’d just figured out something groudbreaking. Beck rolled her eyes.
“Brad, you should just go for it,” she sad. “Just be a fucking man and say look, Nate, I wanna suck your dick, how ‘bout it?”
Brad looked miserable again. “It’s not that easy,” he whined, and Beck sighed in frustration.
“Honey, let me up,” she said to Ray, and made her unsteady way across the room to where Nate and Doc were talking about something of clearly global importance. “Nate. Brad needs a word, okay?”
Nate looked up in surprise, then over at Brad and Ray who were both gawping over at them, hands clasped in a forgotten manshake.
“Uh…okay.”
“Good man.” Beck patted him on the shoulder, then went back to the boys, disentangling Ray and hauling him off.
“Grow some sac, Colbert,” she called back to Brad. “And I’m gonna want fucking details.”
She pulled Ray into one of the spare rooms, and closed the door. Ray looked at her blearily.
“Think they’ll…think they’ll do it?” he said, like a thirteen year old girl at a slumber party.
Bek shrugged and kicked off her heels. “God willing. I’m sick of hearing him freaking whining about it all the time.”
Ray laughed, and fell backwards onto the bed. “Yeah,” he agreed. “Me too.”
~
Jon Snow/um, me
He was so young, and so sweet, with his big eyes and masses of soft curls. His lips were soft on hers, hesitant and uncertain, but he warmed up quickly, caught her heat, started to move with some confidence. She accepted his kisses, clumsy and imperfect but so earnest. So heartfelt.
“We shouldn’t,” he mumbled against her skin, even as his body surged forwards, out of his own control. “I shouldn’t.”
“Shh, Jon Snow,” she whispered, soothing, running one small hand through his hair. “Shh, we should. Come on.”
She stepped away leading him towards the bed in the corner of the room. There was one more flash of terror in his eyes, but she just smiled, tugged at his hand. “Yes,” she said. “We can do this.”
And when he followed her, and pushed her down into the pile of furs, the hesitation had been replaced by the hunger she was looking for.
“Yes, Jon Snow,” she sighed again. “Oh, yes.”
~
Eric Kocher/me
He was so much bigger than her, in every way. She put her hand on his bicep, stretched her fingers as wide as they would go, dug them into the hard muscle.
“Baby,” he said, “Come on.” And he lifted her up in one arm, easy as lifting up a child, flinging her over his shoulder.
“I don’t know where you got the idea,” she laughed, huffing out a breath, “That I like this proto-man Neanderthal bullshit you’ve got going on right here.”
He just chuckled, deep and dark as he carried her to the bedroom. “You don’t like it?” he asked, tossing her onto the bed. She blinked up at him, tossing her hair out of her eyes.
“Nope,” she lied. “Not at all. Not one bit.”
He crawled over her, knees braced on either side of her hips, covering her up completely.
“Oh, then, should I stop?” He leaned in, his stubble rasping on the side of her soft cheek, his breath hot in her ear.
She put her hand on his arm again, feeling the size, the strength.
“Don’t you fucking dare.”
(I promise I will update properly soon with pictures of the house and stuff, but I only got the internet hooked up YESTERDAY and I am still coming to grips with being back online I MISSED YOU)
Brad/Ray 1
The holiday house was cheap, because it was the off season and also because it looked like it had been built in about nineteen twenty three and last serviced in possibly nineteen twenty five.
“Marines make do,” Brad said, with only the slightest hint of sarcasm as they took in the leaky windows, the warped floor boards.
Ray dropped his case. “Speak for your fucking self, Brad, I’m not a Marine any more, and I demand central heating.”
Brad shot him a derisive look. “You’ve been a civilian for what, three months? And you’re already softer than my baby niece.”
“You know what your baby niece can do, Bradley,” Ray said pleasantly, and wandered into the kitchen. “Well at least the fridge works.”
“This weather, all we’d need to do would be put the six pack on the windowsill for five minutes,” Brad grumbled. He picked up Ray’s case and carried it with his own into the bedroom. The mattress on the bed was saggy, but soft, no springs poking through. The bed linen looked clean. “Room's alright,” he said, grudgingly.
Ray bounded in, crashing Brad onto the bed. Brad laughed, flipped them easily.
“Got my central heating right here, I guess,” Ray said, content. His eyes were already closing - it had been a long drive, and it was late. Brad figured he could wait.
“You falling asleep like a pussy?” he asked softly, fondly. Ray shrugged.
“Don’t move. Stay where you are. Just gimme twenty minutes.”
Brad laughed, settled down more comfortably, half draped over Ray’s body.
“A week to ourselves,” he said, almost to himself. “A whole week.”
Ray smiled. “Now who’s being a fucking girl,” he said sleepily.
Brad just grinned.
~
Brad/Ray 2
Ray woke up with Brad lying on top of him, snoring softly in his ear.
“Brad,” Ray whispered, wriggling a little. “Brad, fuckin’ wake up.”
“Mmmm,” Brad agreed sleepily, and snuggled in closer, draping a leg over Ray’s hips. “Shh,”
“Brad.” Ray was getting a little desperate. Partly because he couldn’t breathe, and partly because of the way Brad’s cock was hard and digging into Ray’s thigh.
This time, Brad woke up. He didn’t say anything, just turned his head a little, caught Ray’s lips in a slow, sleepy kiss. Ray moaned into it, just a little, and pumped up against Brad. He didn’t need much convincing - neither of them did - and soon they were grinding together, not even bothering to get their pants completely off, just shoving them down enough to get some skin on skin.
“Oh fuck, fuck, come on,” Ray panted, grip hard on Brad’s hip. “Brad, fuckin’ give it to me-“
“Yeah, Ray,” Brad sighed, and came in a hot spurt over Ray’s stomach, cock slipping in the mess. Ray gasped, overcome by the feeling of it, and pushed up into Brad, tightening his grip and squeezing his eyes shut.
He came seconds later, adding to the mess between them, with a long, vital groan.
“Ray,” Brad whispered, soothing. “Ray, that’s it, come on Ray…”
They lay, panting together, kicking the blankets off despite the chill in the air, realising after a little while that they didn’t have any tissues handy.
“That,” sad Ray, eventually. “Was a good start.”
Brad grinned up at the ceiling. “Well we’ve got all week,” he said. “I’m sure we can top it.”
Ray chuckled, and picked up one of Brad’s socks with his toes, using it to wipe off his stomach. “Well, we can give it a red hot go.”
~
Other Brad/Ray
“You know,” Brad said, grip hard on Ray’s wrist. “I could break your arm in about three seconds flat. If I wanted to.”
“Yeah, if you wanted to,” Ray said agreeably. He had one knee in Brad’s sink, which was full of dirty, sudsy water, and one foot still hanging outside Brad’s kitchen window. Brad reached past him, without relinquishing his grip, and switched on the light. Ray blinked.
“Why.”
“Well,” started Ray, slipping a little in the sink and sending a plastic tumbler crashing to the floor. “Well really, that’s a complicated question that deserves the kind of answer that I can’t really give justice to right at this very moment.”
Brad sniffed. “Jesus, how much did you drink?”
Ray hesitated. Brad caught a plate and another tumbler that were also in danger of being knocked to the floor.
“That is another really involved question, Brad. I might not be able to answer it without a flow chart and maybe an assist from Doc and Hasser.”
Brad sighed, and finally let go of Ray’s wrist, taking a step backwards. “Get out of my sink.”
Ray did so, with some effort, and stood in the middle of the floor, dripping and slightly shame-faced. Brad closed the window.
“You break into my house at three am, drunk out of your gourd, and…what? What was the point of this?”
Ray’s eyes were very big. Brad knew better then to fall for that, but…still.
“I missed you.”
It would mean more coming from someone who didn’t smell flammable. It would mean more coming from someone who hadn’t just broken Brad’s fly-screen. It would mean more coming from someone who hadn’t left in the first place.
Brad sighed, held out his hand again. Tentatively, Ray took it.
“You’re dripping dirty water all over my floor,” Brad said gruffly. “Come upstairs.”
Ray smiled, and Brad gave another, long, sigh.
It would mean more in the morning. But for now, it would do.
~
Brad//Ray vampire au
“Just because you’re a fucking vampire now,” Brad said, face set. “Does not mean you can beat me on the shooting range.”
Ray shrugged. “Actually, I’m pretty sure it does,” he said. “Better reflexes, I don’t need to breath if I don’t want to, vastly improved eye sight-“
Brad held up a hand. “No. I accept that you now have an unfair and totally physiologically improbable strength advantage, and I accept that you can read minds and also move quicker than seems likely according to generally accepted laws of physics, but I still own you on the shooting range. I know it.”
Ray held out his arms in an ‘I surrender’ gesture, which Brad didn’t buy even for a second. Sneaky vampire bastard. “Okay, fine. Fine. We’ll go to the shooting range, and you will beat me against all odds, and after that doesn’t happen in any universe ever, can you please just give me a blowjob?”
Brad narrowed his eyes. “You’re a fucking vampire, Ray. How do you even still have a sex drive. You can’t mate.”
“Well I wasn’t going to mate by blowing a load up your ass anyway, Bradley, but I still wanted to do it. Jesus you’re being fucking difficult. I’m sorry I beat you at everything, I promise I will strive to be a less exemplary specimen of the undead, Fuck, can I get laid now please?”
Brad folded his arms. “After the shooting range.”
“Okay. Okay, fine. Get your fucking car, we’ll go there now We will break into base because it’s two in the morning, and we’ll do it now. Happy?”
Brad hesitated, may have shuffled his feet, just a tad. “My car’s in the shop. Do you think. Do you think you could fly us?”
Ray’s eyes went huge. “Oh, NOW you’re interested in my preternatural powers? You are such a little bitch!” But he was already heading out the door, holding his arms out to Brad. And Brad couldn’t stop the grin from appearing on his face as he stepped into Ray’s embrace and they went swooshing off into the night.
Having a vampire for a boyfriend sucked most of the time (boom, tish). But some of it? He thought he could get used to.
~
Romeo/Mercutio (I was taking requests, okay!)
"Good morrow, cuz,” Romeo said, not looking away from the golden sunrise over the water as Mercutio stepped up to his side.. Mercutio touched his arm.
“You’ve been awake the night through? Man, you need to sleep.”
Romeo’s laugh was bitter. “Sleep? I have no use for sleep. My heart aches, my mind spins, I can find no rest in my bed or any other except that which I can’t have.”
Mercutio’s sigh was equal part impatient and fond. “Brother, you need to forget the fair maiden Rosaliiiine. You need to find other pleasures, those closer to hand.”
Romeo shot him a look. The light was gold on his cheeks, flashing in his eyes. “Mercutio, I don’t wish to hear this again. Not from you. My heart is true.”
Mercutio touched his jaw, then his lip. “I am not talking about your heart, my man of Montague. You’re the one obsessed with that useless organ. I have in mind another, far more vital.”
Romeo bit his lip, and Mercutio felt his tooth, white and hard, for an instant against his finger. “Come, come with me. I know ways to soothe you that your shallow temptress has yet never dreamed.”
Romeo took a hesitant step closer. Mercutio’s heart skipped a beat.
“We said never again.”
“You said,” Mercutio corrected. “And I take my orders from no Montague.” He smiled, soft, convincing. “Come. You need rest. Let me help you find it.”
Romeo glanced once more out to the ocean, then back at Mercutio’s face.
“Aye, then, Mercutio. Aye.”
~
Brad/Nate (There's one in every crowd)
Ray took a drink from the bottle of bourbon, and handed it to Beck, who made a face but took a swig anyway, because it was that time of night. Almost everyone else at the party was passed out, paired off, or involved in one of those deep and meaningfuls that involved drunken tears and clasped hands and admissions that everyone would hope had been forgotten by morning.
The kind she, Ray and Brad were having, in fact.
“It’s not, it not that I love him,” Brad was saying, earnestly, as Ray nodded in understanding. “It’s just that I really wanna fuck him.”
“I completely get it, dude,” Ray said. “Seriously. I almot wanna fuck him myself.”
“See!” Brad took the bottle, spilled half it down his chin. “See, he’s just really, you know, fuckable. He’s just. You know.”
“I know,” Ray said wisely, and they clasped each other on the shoulder, like they’d just figured out something groudbreaking. Beck rolled her eyes.
“Brad, you should just go for it,” she sad. “Just be a fucking man and say look, Nate, I wanna suck your dick, how ‘bout it?”
Brad looked miserable again. “It’s not that easy,” he whined, and Beck sighed in frustration.
“Honey, let me up,” she said to Ray, and made her unsteady way across the room to where Nate and Doc were talking about something of clearly global importance. “Nate. Brad needs a word, okay?”
Nate looked up in surprise, then over at Brad and Ray who were both gawping over at them, hands clasped in a forgotten manshake.
“Uh…okay.”
“Good man.” Beck patted him on the shoulder, then went back to the boys, disentangling Ray and hauling him off.
“Grow some sac, Colbert,” she called back to Brad. “And I’m gonna want fucking details.”
She pulled Ray into one of the spare rooms, and closed the door. Ray looked at her blearily.
“Think they’ll…think they’ll do it?” he said, like a thirteen year old girl at a slumber party.
Bek shrugged and kicked off her heels. “God willing. I’m sick of hearing him freaking whining about it all the time.”
Ray laughed, and fell backwards onto the bed. “Yeah,” he agreed. “Me too.”
~
Jon Snow/um, me
He was so young, and so sweet, with his big eyes and masses of soft curls. His lips were soft on hers, hesitant and uncertain, but he warmed up quickly, caught her heat, started to move with some confidence. She accepted his kisses, clumsy and imperfect but so earnest. So heartfelt.
“We shouldn’t,” he mumbled against her skin, even as his body surged forwards, out of his own control. “I shouldn’t.”
“Shh, Jon Snow,” she whispered, soothing, running one small hand through his hair. “Shh, we should. Come on.”
She stepped away leading him towards the bed in the corner of the room. There was one more flash of terror in his eyes, but she just smiled, tugged at his hand. “Yes,” she said. “We can do this.”
And when he followed her, and pushed her down into the pile of furs, the hesitation had been replaced by the hunger she was looking for.
“Yes, Jon Snow,” she sighed again. “Oh, yes.”
~
Eric Kocher/me
He was so much bigger than her, in every way. She put her hand on his bicep, stretched her fingers as wide as they would go, dug them into the hard muscle.
“Baby,” he said, “Come on.” And he lifted her up in one arm, easy as lifting up a child, flinging her over his shoulder.
“I don’t know where you got the idea,” she laughed, huffing out a breath, “That I like this proto-man Neanderthal bullshit you’ve got going on right here.”
He just chuckled, deep and dark as he carried her to the bedroom. “You don’t like it?” he asked, tossing her onto the bed. She blinked up at him, tossing her hair out of her eyes.
“Nope,” she lied. “Not at all. Not one bit.”
He crawled over her, knees braced on either side of her hips, covering her up completely.
“Oh, then, should I stop?” He leaned in, his stubble rasping on the side of her soft cheek, his breath hot in her ear.
She put her hand on his arm again, feeling the size, the strength.
“Don’t you fucking dare.”
(I promise I will update properly soon with pictures of the house and stuff, but I only got the internet hooked up YESTERDAY and I am still coming to grips with being back online I MISSED YOU)