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More than just a dream come True. (Happy B*Day Adu!♥)

Title: More than just a dream as True
Author: moi! ♥
Beta: the wonderful, talented, very good sanzina89 GRAZIEEEH> \u0026lt; ;
Fandom: Generation Kill
Characters: Nate Fick, Brad Colbert
Warning: Slightly Slash, potentially saccharine, written after a weekend without sleep.
Word Count: 740
Note: For various reasons, I am not here to repeat my cyber gift for dear Adu, eide_oconrad , coming only now! (Actually the reason is only one and that is the worst cc) On the other hand had a life that I had to write this fic and I'm really glad I did this big step for my dear Adu. I just want to tell you all the best in the world and I'm sorry as I am and always arrabbiamri forget and be moody and things, because you are one of the things that I will never forget and never ever want you all good of the world - and a little 'I miss you. (The units of the title Loving Minnie Riperton you \u0026lt;3)

the corner of the eye where no one sees him sitting mates cock would look a few yards away, a few meters closer to sunset.

No one looks down there, but Brad and weak smiles, with a certain unawareness, welcomes its very complexity, welcoming than that of the other, with the helmet on his head and his head drooping, it seems almost as stupid as everyone else.

it was not safe. He had passed a line, defended the wrong idea, made a mistake. A miscalculation, a sin of pride. It was said, and if he said it really did not believe in spite of not believing and hung his head and twisted her hands on each other and let down his rifle and if the order had been less loyal and sensible would also have removed jacket and pack and everything else because it seemed that everything, everything, did not do anything but make it smaller and that did not stifle it.

Brad sits tearing Nate alienating his desperate isolation. And Nate startled if he had not other things to think and if he had other things to think maybe you would have time to think to hide those two or three tears of anger, and be seen to place, like a top and maybe a long breath after returning from his men and give directions, advice, things, and then apologize to the superior and hoping that everything, everything goes better with the sun in your face, fifteen hours a day sitting in the cart, disgusting, busy thinking about the length of his mustache would never worn.

Brad feels confused by moist eyes, big and blue and would never have expected, or maybe she knew perfectly well that only.

Why Nate knew he was too honest, too pious and too naive to act in that way and be sure to have acted properly. Because he knew that he was too smart and civil.

They look barely into his eyes and everything is so clear that neither has the force of a word and only Nate is able to take off his helmet and jacket and hugging each order knees like a stupid kid. Brad has never seen it, but it upsets him less than others, it will not be a problem if the lieutenant did it out of the pot, it is not, Lieutenant, Lord, sir. That there's nothing wrong, Lieutenant, and if it was her, she did not do it, who did? And it was just, Lord, was absolutely right. That is not a problem at all because, sir, from the rest of his to the end and all the rest, Lord, I promise, yes, I promise. Promised.

Nate goes to him his perfectly straight nose and her eyes are all in another place, but seems to have understood and Brad blushes and Nate responds with a little grimace, smile a little depressed and Brad takes an expression that recognizes and feels breathe again, and look Nate becomes severe and very sweet and wise and the lips take a neutral form.

Brad clears his throat, when we seem to hear the voices and the hum of the cock-eating and laughing and everything else, because despite the great desert and the sun and stay warm by dry, not sure of the place where it is, and because of these thoughts for the first time she opens her mouth and gives air time to do.

" if I could find anywhere, Lord, I was wondering - If you could, where would be?"

Nate stares at him for a few seconds, then sits straight on, with his legs crossed and his chin up and off into the sunset and Brad starts laughing and laughing and even Nate is not Nate, which is laugh out loud at that one yet has a nice sound and look good and Brad are expected to drop in any time thinking about how ridiculous the hypothetical possibility of wanting or being able to find anywhere but in that place, with that light and those shouting and fatigue on the shoulders and low blood pressure and doubts, the doubts Oh, and then Nate's is closer and touches his face with his hand, and then a few meters closer to the sunset, where none of the companions cock look, where Brad has problems to express themselves, where Nate laughs out loud or dangles like a stray dog, here, Nate kisses him.