[Generation Kill] The Lover of Dreams
Title: Dream Lover
Author: body-ko
Fandom: Generation Kill
Characters: Brad Colbert / Person
Ray Rating: R
Word Count: 711 (W)
Summary: "Fifty-six minutes," said Brad Colbert, getting up and checking his watch, "I slept fifty-six minutes and I did only a dream." (Episode 1.05)
was in a sleeping bag between the sky and the desert, the man beneath him lazily stroked her hair while Brad kissed him on the mouth, taking all the time in the world, savoring slowly. Kissed him and kissed him, and kissed him and the other said of her kisses and left to eat small bites and put up with his tongue, the body lean and tanned lay completely abandoned him, relaxed and soothed.
"Hey, Brad," the well-known voice brought him back to reality, "we are starting friend. "
"Fifty-six minutes," said Brad Colbert, getting up and checking his watch, "I slept fifty-six minutes and I did only a dream."
"You at least have a dream," Ray replied.
"You were there, we were in Afghanistan"
"You were naked?" Brad
face half smiled but said nothing.
"So you were naked?" Ray addressed him the following night, as resuming a conversation interrupted a few minutes before. Brad was looking at a map while Trombley and Reporter slept in the back seat. Brad looked up and looked at him a certain type, a sly smile on his lips.
"Jesus, Brad, keep doing that sort of dreams?" Ray turned his eyes in exasperation, "sergeant knows, such behavior is outside the rules. Highly outside the rules. "
"It would be outside the rules if you molest really dream of doing so is given."
"It is not allowed to own anything!" Ray blurted, "Well friend, that having a safe sex mess is not unusual in the Jewish middle class family in Boston, but now you're in the Marines. Fuck you dream of your middle is, uncivilized, here. "
Brad turned his gaze on thin, nervous man who knew him so well on her way to the warm night with the memories of Afghanistan of his dreams.
"Do not I fucking", adding, "I kissed her." Ray shook his head in disbelief and exasperation.
"But you were naked, beneath me, then chances are you'd already fucked enough."
Ray laughed.
"You are a perverted son of a bitch, you know."
years was now in a dream that Brad is fucking his communications officer, one could safely say that now know him more intimately than anyone else, and when she told Ray the first time, the boy was left staring dumbfounded at open mouth: one of the few times when Ray Person was left speechless. Brad has since never failed to bring back word for word all the filth that made two of them, at night, in the strangest places, and in the most avant-garde, some of which were able to do even blush that face of his second bronze.
"You know, I begin to understand what are you doing all the time on the Internet," said Ray, "I discharged every gift of God to porn movies that you can find. I mean: you're obviously an expert. Shit, you could share with your old friend Ray-Ray. Give us the really good stuff, I never found anything like that, and believe me I tried. "
"I'm sure you've tried," said Brad, "and I'm sure you'll continue to search diligently. But I am sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not usually spend my evenings in front of a computer screen to look at fat women and big breasts unlikely to work her vagina like a blacksmith hammering a nail, claiming to be the most erotic thing since the discovery of ice cream. "
Ray looked at him with laughter in his eyes, "but then how can you be so good? Do not tell me you've learned in practice, because no man can do so much practice, unless it is a pornodivo. Brad looked at her question, 'E' as sergeant pornodivo does when not on mission for the U.S. Army? ".
Brad smiled looking at his friend: "The truth is that you are a constant source of inspiration. "
"Yeah, well, I know I'm a very sexy man, I have often said, there is no need to feel embarrassed, sir, because he has fantasies about me, many have. Even if you think about it, at least if he felt "a bit" embarrassed, would not be so bad. "
"In the last dream I had had their hands tied behind his back and called me Dad."
Ray bowed his head and began to beat her repeatedly against the steering wheel of the Humvee.
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