fic: GK western!AU (9/?)
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aeroport_artHmmm, we're getting to the juicy stuff now. Warning for NC-17 and Brad/OFC this chapter. Don't worry, though--it's Brad/Nate disguised in het clothing ;)
Also, I just wanted to give a hearty thank you to the regulars for all the support! I ain't gonna lie and pretend to be above things like lj comments--even if I suck at responding sometimes, it's incredibly rewarding to see responses to this WIP pop up in my inbox <3 The feedback's been super clever, and incredibly helpful.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8
Brad winds up getting a girl himself. He can’t very well bust in on a patron at Sydney’s without warrant, so he does the next best thing by securing a position not ten feet away from his person of interest with only the thinnest, most non-discretionary walls between them, providing a serviceable condition within which to conduct his reconnaissance.
Doesn't hurt he’ll be getting laid as well. Brad's been sporting an erection off-and-on since getting shot up at the Copper Tavern, and better to relieve himself now via a professional lady-of-the-line than to muddle through the next few hours of work as horny as a buck in heat, with the wits of one to boot.
"Missy, would you keep it down?"
Missy quits groaning like she been shot and looks up at Brad from between her legs. "Sheriff, you ain't been back to see me in so long, I done forgot the way you like to fuck."
"Well un-forget, Missy. 'Sides, I ain't just here to get my rocks off tonight. I got work to do, starting with your friend Marla next door."
"Mmm, naughty," she hums. In response, Brad twists his fingers inside her and Missy rears back, moaning salaciously.
After that, little whuffs and whimpers escape into the air as Brad dutifully fingers her. Don't nobody say the Iceman weren't a gentleman. All the while, he listens intently for any sounds next door. Walls so thin, he can just about hear a pin drop.
No pins, though, and not for lack of trying. Either Nate's a real silent kind of lover, or—Brad dares to think—perhaps there ain't any loving going on next door at all.
The very idea that maybe Nate ain't here to fuck his brains out sends a palpable sense of relief through him. It’s plenty conceivable, too…Nate could be connected to dead Bob Raleigh in some way, Nate and Marla just talking quietly in there about their shared friend. Yeah, could be it. Not every two individuals in a brothel’s rent-by-the-hour room gotta be fucking each other like animals.
Some guys and gals got class, and Mr. Nathaniel Fick just may be the classiest dude ever to grace Washoe county, what with his fancy enunciation and straight-backed posture and shit. Besides, it don’t make a lick of sense that a pretty boy like Nate would be paying for it. Brad’s seen the way women act when Nate comes up during questioning—their suggestive smiles, their lewd comments about where they’d seen Nate go and where they wished he were. Seriously, the way those damn girls act, Brad’s beginning to think they’d be paying Nate for some action.
Realizing the preposterous turn his thoughts have made, Brad centers himself back into objectivity. He’s got one mission at Sydney’s tonight, and he ain’t about to let bullshit thoughts fuck it up.
Well, maybe two missions; his dick’s hard and heavy between his legs. "Flip over," Brad orders, withdrawing his fingers from Missy with a wet noise.
At that moment, a loud thump ratchets out from Nate's room, followed by Marla in a fit of pleased giggling.
A flicker of annoyance flares up in Brad’s gut, then settles down into disappointment. He quickly tamps it away, though. So Nate’s getting some ass—so the fuck what?
Brad ain’t doing so bad himself. Before him, Missy's on her hands and knees, ready to be taken from behind. Just the way Brad likes.
As he moves forward to grip the soft flesh of Missy’s round hips, Brad’s thoughts wander back to Nate. He wonders how Nate likes to take his women…wonders if his whore is spread out for him right now, fresh and hot like Brad’s is.
Maybe Nate likes it nice and conventional, face-to-face as he fucks into her while staring soppily into her eyes.
Then again, remembering the smart left hook Nate had delivered to the side of Brad’s face not twenty-four hours ago, it's possible he ain't giving Nate enough credit.
Maybe Nate likes it rough and dirty instead. Maybe he gets messy with his women, eating them out with an agile tongue and loving the way his face gets wet from their excitement. Maybe he fucks as hard as he punches—in and out like a bullet, getting off like it’s a precision sport instead of something to be lingered over, savored.
Brad wonders what Nate sounds like when he comes. He probably tries to stay quiet, but his grey-green eyes inevitably fall shut, his pink mouth drops open in pleasure…
“Ouch,” Missy yelps.
Brad automatically lets go of her hips. There are neat indentations in her skin where his nails dug in.
“Sorry, Missy," Brad says, shaking himself mentally. "Got distracted.”
“That so?” she asks coyly, looking over her shoulder and wiggling her ass at him.
Brad chuckles. He reassumes his place behind her, placing one hand on her lower back and the other around his dick, guiding it towards her waiting pussy. Before he gets all the way inside though, another thud comes from Nate’s room. This time, it’s followed by Nate’s distinctive voice as he groans, Fuck.
Brad’s cock pulses in his hand. He quickly circles it at the base, squeezing tight to stave off the sudden throb.
“Hold on,” Brad grunts. He doesn’t want to fuck her like this anymore. “Your mouth—use your mouth.”
“That kind of night, huh?” Missy turns around and slides off the bed, falling to her knees until she’s looking up at Brad through dark lashes. “I don’t do this for just anyone, Sheriff.”
“I know, Missy, I know. Five extra, same as before. Now get to, would you?”
Missy smiles one last time before opening her painted lips to put them over Brad’s dick. At the warm sensation, he lets his head roll back and groans as she sucks her way down to where his fingers still clutch at the base.
Through the fog of pleasure, Brad still makes sure he can pay attention to everything going on next door. There’s a shuffle of noise and Brad hears Nate repeat, “Fucking hell.”
Brad closes his eyes, lets Nate’s voice wash over him. Missy does a good job getting his cock down her throat, and he moves his hands into her hair. Somehow the silky strands don’t feel right, so he slides them down to hold her ears instead as her head moves back and forth in his lap.
“Yeah, that’s it,” Brad says huskily, his own hips moving in rhythm to meet her lips with each thrust. His mind is elsewhere, though—caught up with the task of making sure he can still hear Nate’s every move next door, it’s suddenly his ears he’s gripping onto, it’s Nate’s throat gulping him down like he’s freshwater in a desert.
“Fuck, Nate,” Brad groans, curling forward until he has to catch himself with one hand on the bed. The other hand moves to the back of Missy’s head, keeping her mouth in place as he fucks into it helplessly.
Slick, suctioned noises come from Missy’s throat as he gets his dick into it, trying to make her take him to the root. She’s done it once before—Brad trusts she can do it again. “Deeper,” he coaxes, and he feels her swallow convulsively, her gullet opening up enough to let him sink all the way in.
“That’s it, baby.” Brad pets the back of her hair, imagining it’s short bristles instead. Fuck, if it were Nate here, dirtying up his knees like a two-cent whore—if it were Nate sucking Brad off with his mouth stretched wide, big eyes blinking up and watering from choking on Brad’s dick as he tries to swallow everything down…
“I’m gonna—“
With a gunshot bang, the door to their room gets kicked wide open. The broken latch skitters uselessly to the ground.
Brad pulls himself back and throws Missy behind him as he whirls around to face their intruder.
In the doorway, Nate’s got one hand on the frame and the other balled up in a shaking fist beside him. “How dare you,” he says quietly between clenched teeth.
Also, I just wanted to give a hearty thank you to the regulars for all the support! I ain't gonna lie and pretend to be above things like lj comments--even if I suck at responding sometimes, it's incredibly rewarding to see responses to this WIP pop up in my inbox <3 The feedback's been super clever, and incredibly helpful.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8
Brad winds up getting a girl himself. He can’t very well bust in on a patron at Sydney’s without warrant, so he does the next best thing by securing a position not ten feet away from his person of interest with only the thinnest, most non-discretionary walls between them, providing a serviceable condition within which to conduct his reconnaissance.
Doesn't hurt he’ll be getting laid as well. Brad's been sporting an erection off-and-on since getting shot up at the Copper Tavern, and better to relieve himself now via a professional lady-of-the-line than to muddle through the next few hours of work as horny as a buck in heat, with the wits of one to boot.
"Missy, would you keep it down?"
Missy quits groaning like she been shot and looks up at Brad from between her legs. "Sheriff, you ain't been back to see me in so long, I done forgot the way you like to fuck."
"Well un-forget, Missy. 'Sides, I ain't just here to get my rocks off tonight. I got work to do, starting with your friend Marla next door."
"Mmm, naughty," she hums. In response, Brad twists his fingers inside her and Missy rears back, moaning salaciously.
After that, little whuffs and whimpers escape into the air as Brad dutifully fingers her. Don't nobody say the Iceman weren't a gentleman. All the while, he listens intently for any sounds next door. Walls so thin, he can just about hear a pin drop.
No pins, though, and not for lack of trying. Either Nate's a real silent kind of lover, or—Brad dares to think—perhaps there ain't any loving going on next door at all.
The very idea that maybe Nate ain't here to fuck his brains out sends a palpable sense of relief through him. It’s plenty conceivable, too…Nate could be connected to dead Bob Raleigh in some way, Nate and Marla just talking quietly in there about their shared friend. Yeah, could be it. Not every two individuals in a brothel’s rent-by-the-hour room gotta be fucking each other like animals.
Some guys and gals got class, and Mr. Nathaniel Fick just may be the classiest dude ever to grace Washoe county, what with his fancy enunciation and straight-backed posture and shit. Besides, it don’t make a lick of sense that a pretty boy like Nate would be paying for it. Brad’s seen the way women act when Nate comes up during questioning—their suggestive smiles, their lewd comments about where they’d seen Nate go and where they wished he were. Seriously, the way those damn girls act, Brad’s beginning to think they’d be paying Nate for some action.
Realizing the preposterous turn his thoughts have made, Brad centers himself back into objectivity. He’s got one mission at Sydney’s tonight, and he ain’t about to let bullshit thoughts fuck it up.
Well, maybe two missions; his dick’s hard and heavy between his legs. "Flip over," Brad orders, withdrawing his fingers from Missy with a wet noise.
At that moment, a loud thump ratchets out from Nate's room, followed by Marla in a fit of pleased giggling.
A flicker of annoyance flares up in Brad’s gut, then settles down into disappointment. He quickly tamps it away, though. So Nate’s getting some ass—so the fuck what?
Brad ain’t doing so bad himself. Before him, Missy's on her hands and knees, ready to be taken from behind. Just the way Brad likes.
As he moves forward to grip the soft flesh of Missy’s round hips, Brad’s thoughts wander back to Nate. He wonders how Nate likes to take his women…wonders if his whore is spread out for him right now, fresh and hot like Brad’s is.
Maybe Nate likes it nice and conventional, face-to-face as he fucks into her while staring soppily into her eyes.
Then again, remembering the smart left hook Nate had delivered to the side of Brad’s face not twenty-four hours ago, it's possible he ain't giving Nate enough credit.
Maybe Nate likes it rough and dirty instead. Maybe he gets messy with his women, eating them out with an agile tongue and loving the way his face gets wet from their excitement. Maybe he fucks as hard as he punches—in and out like a bullet, getting off like it’s a precision sport instead of something to be lingered over, savored.
Brad wonders what Nate sounds like when he comes. He probably tries to stay quiet, but his grey-green eyes inevitably fall shut, his pink mouth drops open in pleasure…
“Ouch,” Missy yelps.
Brad automatically lets go of her hips. There are neat indentations in her skin where his nails dug in.
“Sorry, Missy," Brad says, shaking himself mentally. "Got distracted.”
“That so?” she asks coyly, looking over her shoulder and wiggling her ass at him.
Brad chuckles. He reassumes his place behind her, placing one hand on her lower back and the other around his dick, guiding it towards her waiting pussy. Before he gets all the way inside though, another thud comes from Nate’s room. This time, it’s followed by Nate’s distinctive voice as he groans, Fuck.
Brad’s cock pulses in his hand. He quickly circles it at the base, squeezing tight to stave off the sudden throb.
“Hold on,” Brad grunts. He doesn’t want to fuck her like this anymore. “Your mouth—use your mouth.”
“That kind of night, huh?” Missy turns around and slides off the bed, falling to her knees until she’s looking up at Brad through dark lashes. “I don’t do this for just anyone, Sheriff.”
“I know, Missy, I know. Five extra, same as before. Now get to, would you?”
Missy smiles one last time before opening her painted lips to put them over Brad’s dick. At the warm sensation, he lets his head roll back and groans as she sucks her way down to where his fingers still clutch at the base.
Through the fog of pleasure, Brad still makes sure he can pay attention to everything going on next door. There’s a shuffle of noise and Brad hears Nate repeat, “Fucking hell.”
Brad closes his eyes, lets Nate’s voice wash over him. Missy does a good job getting his cock down her throat, and he moves his hands into her hair. Somehow the silky strands don’t feel right, so he slides them down to hold her ears instead as her head moves back and forth in his lap.
“Yeah, that’s it,” Brad says huskily, his own hips moving in rhythm to meet her lips with each thrust. His mind is elsewhere, though—caught up with the task of making sure he can still hear Nate’s every move next door, it’s suddenly his ears he’s gripping onto, it’s Nate’s throat gulping him down like he’s freshwater in a desert.
“Fuck, Nate,” Brad groans, curling forward until he has to catch himself with one hand on the bed. The other hand moves to the back of Missy’s head, keeping her mouth in place as he fucks into it helplessly.
Slick, suctioned noises come from Missy’s throat as he gets his dick into it, trying to make her take him to the root. She’s done it once before—Brad trusts she can do it again. “Deeper,” he coaxes, and he feels her swallow convulsively, her gullet opening up enough to let him sink all the way in.
“That’s it, baby.” Brad pets the back of her hair, imagining it’s short bristles instead. Fuck, if it were Nate here, dirtying up his knees like a two-cent whore—if it were Nate sucking Brad off with his mouth stretched wide, big eyes blinking up and watering from choking on Brad’s dick as he tries to swallow everything down…
“I’m gonna—“
With a gunshot bang, the door to their room gets kicked wide open. The broken latch skitters uselessly to the ground.
Brad pulls himself back and throws Missy behind him as he whirls around to face their intruder.
In the doorway, Nate’s got one hand on the frame and the other balled up in a shaking fist beside him. “How dare you,” he says quietly between clenched teeth.
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Date: 2010-06-06 11:29 am (UTC)Needless to say, I loved the turn Brad's thoughts took and the way he still doesn't acknowledge them fully, gotta love the stubborn MF. Oh, and badass!Nate? MY BIGGEST KINK EVER!!!
I'll be in my bunk.
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Date: 2010-06-07 02:07 am (UTC)Yaaaaaay badass!Nate is SO much fun to write! Giggity gig.
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Date: 2010-06-06 01:08 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-06-06 03:20 pm (UTC)I'M MELTING FROM THE HOT. *fans self*
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Date: 2010-06-07 02:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-06 03:22 pm (UTC)Brad trying to listen in on Nate while getting laid. :-)And this:
There are few things as hot in this world as badass Nate.
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Date: 2010-06-07 02:08 am (UTC)He's such a perv, right?? Mmmm, love it.
Thanks for the awesome commenty! I love getting quoted back *__* Totally helps me see what parts worked for peeps.
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Date: 2010-06-07 02:11 am (UTC)I hope you're keeping a critical eye though! The light at the end of the tunnel is in sight for this fic, and I can't wait to get some tough feedback and go through this with a comb so that it's perfectly tuned to be angsty, emo, and hopefully not too plotty!boring.
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Date: 2010-06-07 09:52 pm (UTC)I beamed when I got that comment, even though I didn't have time right then to go and read. I had the happy anticipation!
I really haven't spotted anything that pinged me as in need of much work/critque. But I will say if I do.
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Date: 2010-06-07 01:29 am (UTC)*waits patiently*
Awesome!
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Date: 2010-06-07 02:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-07 05:22 am (UTC)Hot like FIRE, I can't even tell you. Excellent job of making the het really all about Brad/Nate.
“Ouch,” Missy yelps.
Brad automatically lets go of her hips. There are neat indentations in her skin where his nails dug in.
That? That is fantastic. Because he doesn't even realize he's doing it until after. SUCH a great show-don't-tell moment.
And Nate kicking the door in? And Brad reflexively throwing Missy behind him? SO MUCH LOVE!
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Date: 2010-06-08 11:00 pm (UTC)Thanks!! It's so hard for me to keep a story interesting while I'm trying to advance a scene, so this comment meant a lot :D
And Brad reflexively throwing Missy behind him?
Of course! Brad has such a protector!kink, haha.