2010 tv shows
Titolo: 'Cause I can see in the Dark.
Autore :
zoedriver
Beta :
sanzina89
by Carah !>////////////////////////// /////////////////\u0026lt; :**************
Fandom: Generation Kill
Characters: Brad 'Iceman' Colbert & Ray Person
Rating: NC-17 (say)
Warning: slash! curses!
Word Count: 564
Notes: Fifth (?) Fic written by me for dear Third P0rn Fest
me is really taking / having so much fun! Having said this sounds a bit 'sad, but I'm really grateful to all for allowing me to go back to writing, really ç_ç Among other things I was wondering, is the second fic posted since it was disclosed the laws in place in order to publish the report to the prompt: I can put four when he goes to me? xD Returning to the fic! *-* This fandom 's unbelievable. It pains me that despite his incredibilezza not have many connoisseurs! Ç_ç Look! Ç_ç However, the fic is small and unpretentious and I love her, though I feel that I could not change it now by posting and edit it for days. The style of the series is really extraordinary, so I tried to do the best I could, trying not to look like a bad copy. Ray bastard, be damned your logorroicità (?) \u0026lt;3. I want to emphasize that I do not Shippo - oh God, do not shipp seems an exaggeration because the two are impossible to not shipp - in short, more Shippo Brad / Nate, but I was made a request (and also I think I'm the only one in the fandom already strominzito Italian! ç_ç) and I am a fanwriter honor *-* said, I hope you enjoy \u0026lt;3 Title by Infra-Red Placebo, kindly suggested by dear
sanzina89
\u0026lt;3
"It 's like a slumber party fucking" Here it is. Here it is, now begins. "A slumber party where all the girls are having fun, you get your nails and you are waxing or other shit fucking pussy by half, and yet I feel I've got to wake up with bloody hands on the wheel and wait for the Godfather fucking tell me what to do. Oh yeah, and you too "
Here we go again, here we go again, Brand we had hoped, he said occhei has increased four and we are awake more than thirty-six hours, you will brake the language of fucking him stifle ...- "Nothing. Alone in the fucking cold desert, and the worst is yet to come. You have the makings of a mica those blankets? "Brad would have been enough one eye open and one closed and would have rested enough and right for another ten hours but no, now begins. "It's a real fucking cold. What would you say do not do that with the heat of day, because it makes a nice warm, despite all the shit that carry on those fucking Haji "
Christ, a good friend, loyal, accurate. No reviews, some problems with personal hygiene. "Ray - Ray. Please
. "" Please, Brad? Please? I am a killing machine fucking, and I'm here to fantasize about Rolling Stone and Trombley who talk about boys, I have every right as an American citizen and free to complain ...-" In a subtle sigh Brad got to do what was best. Ray should not have noticed anything, her mouth too full and the head light as a feather too busy with this and that.
All in all, it was said, it is unlikely that Trombley is awake. The only real problem is the humvee and fucking these tight spaces and metal and perhaps the cold. 'S incredibly uncomfortable to be able to get away from the viewfinder and move closer to the zipper of his trousers to Ray, who - fuck, could swear - you have not noticed anything. You stop only when Brad took him in hand, looking a bit 'of warmth under the blanket of the order of the navy of the United States of America, God bless them. Ray winces and smiles, he must have thought something, but did not say, did not say, dear boy.
"E-Lo, Brad, if you woke up back there, that would be weird." Oh, please, is silence. Brad takes Ray Ray in the mouth and has a smell all its own, desert lousy, lousy hot, and Ray throws his head back, why the fuck was unprepared and thinking about something else and oh, Jesus - and holds a groan and the other does not and have to laugh because Trombley could wake up from time to time and caught mom and dad and it makes him laugh and it would be segnarsela and communicate it, really.
"You know what? E ', is, is - is inappropriate , Brad, damn son of Brad ...-"
clings to the sides of Ray, but Ray can not help but rise up and squirming in his lips and will not last long, last too sacrosantissimo fucking little silence, and it's Ray throws a punch on the head and it hurts but Brad really let him go and he laughs, rubbing his mouth, and finally Ray is against the steering wheel. "This was really fucking inappropriate, Brad, you know that to make people like you where I come from? They take them by the balls e. .- "Please, people."
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