#bradnateray

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Something something late 80's/90's inspired design and palette...

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I would like to hear some of your GenKill opinions!

What do you think a first time Brad/Ray/Nate threesome would look like?

What do you think is the reason why there are so few Rudy romantic parings/fics with other Gen kill characters (despite being considered the most canonically “fruitiest” Gen kill character?

Who do you see Poke most likely paired with? (It’s interesting for a secondary Gen Kill character with a lot of screen time, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him romantically paired with another Gen kill character?)

Thank you for this lovely ask, these topics are quite juicy!

BradRayNate

In my opinion, a BradRayNate threesome starts with an established BradRay dynamic - be that friends-with-benefits or romantic relationship - since we know Brad and Ray have known each other longer than they've known Nate, and already have a well-established dynamic, which makes for a nice, firm foundation for threesome negotiations.

I think Ray acts as the instigator since, out of the three of them, Ray has the best combination of emotional intelligence and proactiveness. He spots Brad's interest in Nate before Brad has even realised his own interest, as well as Nate's interest in Brad, even while Nate is repressing it to the max, and like any good friend, he's gonna try his best to get Brad what he really wants.

I do like the idea that the Nate-Ray side of the equations comes a little later, a little out of time. Ray had been interested, of course, but well, he can be realistic, while Nate and Brad end up more than a little perplexed at their own strength of feeling when it comes to Ray being included.

Ray is, of course, very enthusiastic about the prospect, and after the logistics are arranged by Brad and Nate, he is very dedicated to making sure fun is had by all.

Rudy

I think the reason Rudy isn't shipped with many other characters is two-fold.

One reason is that compared to Nate and the guys in Two One Alpha, we see Rudy less - although a lot of his moments are iconic - and as is often the case in fandoms, the people and dynamics we see most are the focal point of fandom attention, especially if they are actually compelling in a fandom sense, which they are in GK.

The other reason is that Rudy and Pappy have what has been described to me as big soulmate energy. Their dynamic is so unique within the show and so full of potential that it eclipses other options, and so it makes sense to me that people have focused on it quite singularly.

Poke

I suppose I ship Poke with his wife the most, since from the little information we can gather from the show, it seems like an interesting dynamic. I've read Poke/Brad in the past, which is probably the most likely second option, although I do prefer other Brad ships, so it's not so much for me. I think I've also read Poke/Ray and a case could be made for Lilley as well, but I would say they have more rarepair energy to me.

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in the berkshires and all i can think about is brad and ray surprising nate at harvard and dragging him out here for some r&r after finals

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Brad, Nate and Ray each have two hands and they make a GREAT OT3 don’t @ me

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61 and 64 at the same time for Brad/Nate/Ray for those drabble prompts?

Thanks for the prompt, darling! 

61 “Welcome back. Now fucking help me.”

64 “Here, take my blanket.”

“Oh, good, you’re home,” Ray said, looking up from the mixture he was stirring. “How was your trip?”

Brad walked in with an armful of ingredients. “Welcome back. Now fucking help me.”

Nate hung up his coat, kissed Ray’s flour-covered cheek and clapped Brad on the arm.

“Nope. You know the rules. Whoever gives Ray the bad idea has to live with the consequences.”

“I didn’t give him anything! It’s not my fault that he’s incapable of understanding sarcasm.”

“I think you’ll find,” Ray shouted over the pounding of The Pixies, “that there’s a fine line between ‘incapable of’ and ‘chooses not to.’ ”

Nate went upstairs to change, and when he came back, he stood next to Ray and peered into the bowl. “What’re we making?”

“Enough slime so that every kid in his class can have some.” Brad said sourly, “Because apparently, third grade isn’t chaotic enough so Mr. Person has decided to shake things up.”

“I think your martyr complex is acting up again,” Ray called. “Do you need help putting together your Little Matchstick girl costume? Here, take my blanket.”

Ray mimed wrapping an invisible blanket around Brad’s shoulders. Nate laughed so hard he knocked over the glitter.

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There’s some bradnate/OT3  not-quite-fic smut written beneath the cut. As all of my ot3 smut does, it focuses on incredibly bossy top Nate. 

Okay, so hopefully we all agree that, at some point in their long and storied friendship, Ray and Brad have definitely fucked around, because, I mean, yeah. 

 But then Brad fell headlong into whatever weird kismet soul mate thing he and Nate are doing, and at some point they actually managed to fumble their intensity into an actual defined relationship. So now he and Ray are not, at this point in their friendship, fucking.

Until Nate shows up at Ray’s door and is like “Hey, so I have a proposition for you. You’re into Brad. I’m into how into you Brad is, let’s have a threesome. “

And Ray goes O.0 “Okayyyyyyyy, what’s the catch?” because he is not an idiot and nothing involving Brad or Nate has been easy since the beginning of time.

And Nate says, “Oh, simple, I don’t want to be involved. I just want to watch. And be in charge.”

Ray: “Say more.”

Nate’s like “It’s very simple. I want Brad to fuck you, and while he does, you’re going to do what I say.”

And Ray’s brain and mouth probably stop working for a bit (Picture: More like trombley sputters but with less outrage and more horniness.) And he’s not NOT into it and he can already see the 10,000 ways that this is going to drive Brad absolutely wild. Ray is into anything that drives Brad out of his composure, because his composure is irritating. No one should be that sure of themselves while they’re coming. 

So Nate just shows up at home one night with Ray in tow and is like “I brought you a present.”  And Ray has to stop himself from giggling gleefully because Brad is definitely nonplussed, which is an excellent first step towards driving him round the bend.

So Nate drags them into the bedroom and undresses Ray all slow and romantical, which was not the kinky nonsense Ray was expecting, but whatever, he can roll with some romance thank-you-very-much. He is a man for all moods and seasons.

Nate puts on this quiet little show, and Brad is looking in between Nate and Ray and tentatively and then very much not, and then Nate is like “Okay, enjoy,” and steps back, and Brad pounces, and Ray almost a little forgets that he’s supposed to be doing something other than being devoured, except then he sort of wants an anchor because this is a lot  and the intensity of Brad and Nate being in a room is hard to resist even when he’s not fucking one of them, so he looks to Nate and basically follows Nate’s lead - he’s moving his hands based on approving head nods and twitches of Nate’s eyebrows.

Brad notices, because noticing things is what Brad does, so now there’s a weird competition thing happening where Brad’s trying to drive Ray crazy enough to forget to behave, and Ray’s trying to be good for Nate because he can’t even believe he was invited to play this game and he likes Nate and he wants to be good for him, but Brad is kind of a lot, and Nate is watching and enjoying the whole thing.

But then when Ray breaks, it breaks Brad’s entire brain and whatever control he was keeping is out the window and Nate got what he came for and Ray feels very victorious even though he didn’t necessarily do any of that on purpose.

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Happy second-to-last day of 2018! @warriorgays‘s amazing galaxy brain post about the bradnateray OT3 inspired me to play around a little. Please enjoy almost 1500 words of variations on the OT3 first time. 

Small Brain: Brad/Nate + Ray

“Happy Birthday to me!” Ray sang as he burst into the Colbert/Fick apartment.

 Flopping onto the couch and landing mostly on Brad’s enormous legs, he looked up at him and asked “Whadja get me?”

“Nothing as you are not a child, and as a fully employed adult, you can purchase whatever you need for yourself. And frequently do.”

“You probably don’t even get children birthday presents, you evil Grinch!”

“That’s not even the correct reference, you moron. I’m not Christian, and even I know that.”

Deciding to hit the softer target, Ray hollered “NATE, come in here. Your boyfriend is being mean to me on my birthday.”

Nate, who’d apparently been sitting in the armchair across the room this whole time, the sneaky bastard, said, “He’s not being mean. He’s being contrary just so you have the opportunity to get outraged, which is, in and of itself, a gift to you, since you love nothing more than a good drunken rant.”

That was…a lot of words for Ray’s birthday booze soaked brain to process, so he latched on to the important one. “

Is that your fancy way of telling me you didn’t get me a gift either, you stingy bastard?”

Brad’s hands were gently petting Ray’s hair, and it felt so nice, Ray almost didn’t notice Brad’s kneecaps poking into his kidneys. Almost.

“If you really want, Nate and I can go in and buy you a thorough de-lousing. I’m sure the vet clinic has a tub big enough.”

“Fuck you.”

“That could be arranged,” Nate said mildly, “But is that really what you want for your birthday or do you want Brad to fuck you?”

Ray was really underprepared for the turn this conversation had taken.

“He’s blushing,” Brad reported to Nate, because he was a shitty best friend and a smug bastard, and if he weren’t really good with his hands, Ray would definitely be storming off of his lap right now.

“We can work out the details later,” Nate said briskly, “Right now, he needs food. Pizza?”

Ray, voice muffled from where his traitorous body had snuggled deeper into Brad’s lap, said “Fries.”

Brad and Nate laughed at him, and Ray knew he was not going to get fries for dinner, but that was okay. As soon as he sobered up, he was going to get birthday sex, and that would do.

Bigger Brain: Brad/Ray + Nate

Nate was expecting a package, which was why he opened the door without first looking through the peephole, and was thus struck by surprise by Brad and Ray standing on his doorstep. 

“Fick! We thought you needed more Marines in your sad existence, given that there is a limit to how many books you can come all over before they ban you from the university library.”

Ray pushed past him and into his studio apartment. 

Brad muttered, “For God’s Sake, Ray,” before clasping Nate on the shoulder in greeting and following Ray.

“Clearly we are only just in time, because you have a fucking throw blanket on the back of your couch. This is clearly much worse than we thought. A throw blanket. What kind of self-respecting Marine…”

Nate turned to Brad for an explanation, but Brad just shook his head. There was no explanation for Ray.

“It’s not that I’m not glad to see you,” Nate interrupted, before Ray could get a full head of steam going, “but Stafford was here literally last week.”

“Stafford,” Ray scoffed, “That idiot thinks your shit can cure cancer. I meant real Marines in your life, or more accurately, in your…”

“Ray!” Brad barked, seemingly meaning it this time. 

“What?! You said we should…”

“I thought maybe we’d make it all the way into the apartment before we started.”

Ray turned a circle in Nate’s living room cum bedroom, “There is no further, dude. There is only here.”

“You’ll have to excuse Ray. In the backwoods, inbred, wasteland he calls home, his romantic prospects are limited to cousins and livestock, so he’s not used to having to be articulate for his romantic prospects. The spastic flailing you’re witnessing is his redneck, brain-dead version of flirting.”

"Is it?”

“I believe, in his culture, insulting your decor is considered dinner and a movie, and the crude innuendo I just interrupted is the whiskey tango equivalent of first base.”

“Nice high horse, asshole. What have you got that’s better? Your only move appears to be insulting me, which worked for me because I speak anal retentive weirdo, but I don’t know how you think that’s going to work in this situation. Nate’s been watching you insult me for months, and he hasn’t shown the slightest inclination of fucking us.”

Without asking, Brad and Ray took the six packs they were each carrying into the kitchen.Sitting at the bar stools at the counter in his own kitchen, Nate watched the two of them bicker as they put away beer in the fridge.

(What the FUCK is that? 

A Vegetable, Ray, I’d think you’d at least recognize them from the pictures on your fruit snacks. 

Fuck off, I mean behind the lettuce.

Oh. That’s...sadness made physical form, I imagine.) 

Nate knew they were showing off for him, and he had to admit he loved it. They were right about one thing; he did need more Marines in his life.

“Brad,” Nate said, “Since you’re such an expert, how do I flirt back in whiskey tango? Does it involve goats? I don’t I can get to a farm before they close.”

Nate was rewarded with two identical grins, full of delight and mischief.

“Liquor will do, sir”

Nate almost replied that it was only two in the afternoon, but he caught himself. “Cabinet above the fridge.” Biggest Brain: Nate/Ray + Brad “Ray,” Nate said, his voice soft but firm, “show Brad how you like to be kissed.” Ray shot him a glassy-eyed smile, and then leaned in to kiss Brad. Brad wasn’t sure when Nate had been elected the stage manager of their threesome, but then, Brad hadn’t been sure of anything since Ray had drunkenly climbed into his lap and asked if he wanted to go to bed, and instead of pointing out that Ray had the wrong lap, Nate had smiled and asked what Brad thought. Ray’s preferred style of kissing was much like his approach to conversation, scattershot yet surprisingly effective. Held still by Nate’s hand on the back of his neck, Brad could do nothing but follow the nipping, sucking actions of Ray’s mouth against his. “Good, baby,” Nate said, and Ray moved to accept a kiss from him as if it were his due reward. Held close by both of them, Brad felt duty bound to watch. Not that it was exactly a hardship. Nate pulled back and looked seriously at Ray. “Now, baby, show Brad how I like to be kissed.” “You’re so fucking bossy,” Ray griped, but he leaned in to kiss Brad again, this time with a soft mouth and sweeping tongue, taking his time. Despite this being the hottest sex ed lesson he’d ever experienced, Brad tried to pay attention, given that he was hopefully going to be called upon to practice what he’d learned at some point in the near future. Nate had apparently decided Brad had learned enough to graduate to the next level, because his hand left the back of Brad’s neck and he leaned into Brad’s space. What followed was probably the best first kiss of his life. It would have been the best, except for the part of his brain which held back to scream about the absolute fucking weirdness of Nate studying him and strategizing during his kisses with Ray, but even that part was eventually subdued by Nate’s clever mouth. When Nate pulled back, Brad shot an incredulous glance at Ray who grinned and pumped his fist. “Yeah! My boyfriend’s a mad sex scientist! A sexual savant!” “You’re so fucking weird,” Brad said, and even he wasn’t sure if he was talking to Ray or Nate or both, but his voice was embarrassingly fond.

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You know, if Nate is the kind of cheesy guy who winks, and Ray is the kind of charming asshole who fist pumps, then in his off-duty life, Brad is probably the awkward weirdo who over uses finger guns.