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So, um, fic? (I am totally gonna post this and then HIDE, lol.)
This was kinda sorta for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
swear_jar's birthday, but it's a little late. But I finished it!
Now I'm Ready (To Feel Your Hand)
Generation Kill || Brad/Ray/Walt || Rated Adult || ~4100 words
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters; don't know the real life people; this is a work of fiction based on portrayals of actors and meant to imply nothing about any real people.
Summary: Ray-in-a-collar fic. Shamelessly self-indulgent porn, combination of what happens when Ray wears his collar out in public and stories get back to Brad and Walt, and Brad and Walt trying to get Ray to break the "kissing is against the rules" bullshit he started in Iraq.
A/N: Part of the fucked up Ray 'verse that lives in my head. Encouraged shamelessly byswear_jar, so I blame her. Written in bits and pieces on my blackberry. Beta'd by the always-awesome asimplechord. Much thanks to the two of them as well as ltlredhairdgirl and harriet_vane for cheerleading. Title comes from The Stooges' I Wanna Be Your Dog. Any remaining mistakes are mine; feel free to point them out.
( Ray thinks the collar is a joke, a gag gift of sorts, but once he realizes it's not, he wants to wear it everywhere. )
This was kinda sorta for
swear_jar's birthday, but it's a little late. But I finished it! Now I'm Ready (To Feel Your Hand)
Generation Kill || Brad/Ray/Walt || Rated Adult || ~4100 words
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters; don't know the real life people; this is a work of fiction based on portrayals of actors and meant to imply nothing about any real people.
Summary: Ray-in-a-collar fic. Shamelessly self-indulgent porn, combination of what happens when Ray wears his collar out in public and stories get back to Brad and Walt, and Brad and Walt trying to get Ray to break the "kissing is against the rules" bullshit he started in Iraq.
A/N: Part of the fucked up Ray 'verse that lives in my head. Encouraged shamelessly by
swear_jar, so I blame her. Written in bits and pieces on my blackberry. Beta'd by the always-awesome asimplechord. Much thanks to the two of them as well as ltlredhairdgirl and harriet_vane for cheerleading. Title comes from The Stooges' I Wanna Be Your Dog. Any remaining mistakes are mine; feel free to point them out.( Ray thinks the collar is a joke, a gag gift of sorts, but once he realizes it's not, he wants to wear it everywhere. )
