The first offering on this thread is a story that started as the next vignette in my ongoing serial adventure, Our Lost Kingdoms ( http://tf2chan.net/afanfic/res/9805.html ). It became a little more of a tangent than I'd intended, and since this sex-scene doesn't actually take place during the events on the plantation,
I decided to just set it apart as some good old-fashioned PwP filth.
...I oughta write more short stories on that theme...
For a mercenary working under the RED company, life was busy, exhausting, and surprisingly chaotic when you considered the repetitive schedule. Between battles and the downtime needed just to keep himself in working order, maintenance of Engineer's equipment consumed much of his spare time. He was now carrying on a covert relationship with a teammate, one that went above and beyond the demands of regular friendship. After a long day in the field, neither man was up for anything more strenuous than relaxing with a cold beer and conversation.
Weekends were another matter. By Friday night, most of the team had dispersed to their preferred haunts, and wasn't abnormal for a colleague to vanish from the face of the earth until Monday morning. This meant that nobody raised an eyebrow when Engineer took off in his truck at the end of the week—or Sniper in his van—let alone noticed when either departed with his friend for company.
Over the months since they had started sleeping together, their weekends were often devoted to getaways at whichever wilderness was convenient to their current posting. Monument Valley, El Malpais, Zion, Yosmite, the Grand Canyon... Engineer knew his Australian friend was always happy to see the national parks and monuments that the American southwest had to offer. He was no stranger to the great outdoors either, and it made a nice backdrop for the private moments they sought together. As far as anyone they encountered would ever know, they were two buddies on the road together. And that was true, more or less—they didn't look like hippies, beatniks, or communists, so nobody paid them much attention or asked any unwanted questions.
It wasn't impossible to get some time together on weekends when they stayed on base, but Engineer enjoyed the freedom of being far from any other people. He could tell that Sniper was happier in the wilderness, too. Engineer had seen how the Australian changed out there, the way he'd let his emotional guard down and smile at little things. Whether he was showing Engineer the best way to light tinder in a Thermette, singing a favorite song from his youth, or scooping water from a mountain spring to wet his face, Sniper was more approachable in everything he did.
One Sunday morning in the Mojave, Engineer found himself snuggled under a blanket on the careworn mattress in Sniper's van. He was settled by the open window, watching the Australian, who had gone to relieve himself. The first light of dawn illuminated him like a work of art, outlining his sinewy contours with dramatic shadows. Every inch of his skin seemed to glow, except the few places where his hair grew thick. Sniper had stepped out in nothing but his boots, and as the sun warmed his naked body, an expression of primordial bliss settled on his face.
It was impossible for Engineer to look away. Here was a man he loved rendered godlike by the rising sun. The veil of moroseness had been lifted from Sniper's face. He had shaken off the battle fatigue, misanthropy, tension and paranoia that settled on him like soot over the course of the week. It was only times like this that he showed his natural side, that he let himself be given over to calm and pure pleasure. As Sniper grasped his tool and relieved himself, his companion in the van squirmed with a sensation that was more arousal than voyeuristic guilt.
The marksman clambered into the van a few moments later, then kicked his boots off before slipping under the covers with Engineer. "How long've you been awake there, mate?" Sniper asked. He grinned as he rubbed the man's cheek, amused with blonde stubble that had emerged during the night.
"Oh, a little while." Engineer smiled. He wondered if the light was strong enough to reveal the darkening color on his ears and cheeks. The bed's size forced them so close together, it would have been impossible for him to hide his erection. Not that he would have tried. When he and Sniper were lucky enough to get some private time together, neither of them did much hiding. The Australian rubbed one lanky thigh against Engineer's growing hard-on, eliciting a deep groan that was felt as much as heard.
Sniper moved down lower on the bed, then pressed his face against the other man's neck and began grazing hungrily, leaving faint marks with his lips and teeth. He could be like a cat in heat sometimes, crying out with lust and arching his back, desperate to be fucked. On other days he seemed possessed by a raw, bestial desire to penetrate, to mount his companion and fuck until they collapsed in a sore, sweaty heap. This was definitely one of those days. Without relinquishing Engineer's throat, Sniper pushed the Texan onto his back and climbed on top of him, then firmly clutched his shoulders and pressed their bodies together. Engineer was trembling in his grasp, drawing in the scent of his hair, each panting breath hot on his cheek. "You up for a workout before breakfast?" he murmured.
With some determined wriggling, Engineer hooked his legs around the taller man's waist and arched his back, positioning himself so he could grind against Sniper's bony hips. Between bouts of thrusting, he managed to gasp out, "I'd never turn you down, darlin'." He heard a devilish chuckle from his lover that seemed to trail off into a growl, sending hot prickles of excitement down his back.
Before Sniper came to him, Engineer was a little shy about being on the receiving end of things. An awkward, somewhat painful experience with a clumsy partner had turned him off of it, and everyone he'd fooled around with since then was satisfied with other activities. But Sniper's patience and skilled hands had won him over, their long friendship and mutual trust put him at ease. When the taller man was hunched over him in a state of savage arousal, huffing and growling, Engineer knew his most vulnerable parts would be tenderly handled. He couldn't say the same for the places his friend’s sharp fangs were assaulting.
That morning in the desert, Engineer could tell that Sniper wasn't going to do much beating around the bush. His own raging libido was partly responsible for the lack of foreplay. Just their excitement and closeness was enough to ready him. "I know I oughta be worn out after last night, but... Crikey, that look on your face when I came back in here? You got me going 'ard, right quick. I've gotta get—ah, there it is." He stretched himself half off the bed to recover a tube of oil, and the American caught a glimpse of his penis, swelling and darkening to a vivid, lustful hue. Then he kneeled between Engineer's thighs, looking wild with anticipation.
"I might've been watching when you stepped out," Engineer said, smiling deviously, his face crimson with anticipation and excitement. "The sight of you bare-ass naked by the light of the risin' sun... You coulda' been Apollo. All ya needed was a laurel wreath and yer bow."
Those words must have stirred something in Sniper's heart. He gave a deep, husky purr and leaned in for a kiss. At first their lips met with ravenous force, which became tender as the seconds passed. Even when Sniper withdrew, there was a sense that he would have stayed longer if it wasn't for the impatient throbbing between his legs. A smirk tugged at his mouth. "Here, let me give ya somethin’ more to watch. Hands off. I'll take care of everything this time."
A tremulous sigh escaped Engineer's throat as he took in the sight of his lover at work. With massage oil to help ease things along, Sniper started by slicking up his rigid cock, giving breathy little sounds of pleasure as he fondled himself. He slid his taught foreskin away to reveal his dicks’ head, which was dark as red wine. Engineer's gaze wandered to his face for a moment, lingering on his delirious expression—panting lips, tousled hair, teeth shining in the faint rosy fingers of dawn’s light.
Sniper grinned with perverse enthusiasm, and the focus of their game shifted to Engineer's body. The Australian traced a path from the Texan’s balls to the cleft of his ass, then circled the sensitive opening with slow, firm strokes. Despite the clumsy appearance of Sniper's hands, they were deft and experienced from years of unrepentant self-gratification. He knew how to make flesh yield and tremble, and it didn’t take him long to ease Engineer's muscles into a relaxed state.
The bushman spoke in a husky growl, sending a surge of heat through his companion's pecker. "Alright, love. Deep breaths. Gonna give you a bit of a poke t'help ya relax. Wouldn't want to be careless and tear ya wide open."
"You sure know how ta reassure someone in a compromisin' position," Engineer chuckled. An oiled finger nudged inside him, then a second one, preparing his puckered hole for what was next. Fighting the urge to tighten up, or to deface the mattress with his metal hand, Engineer nodded and settled onto the pillows. The other man loomed over him as he lay back, murmuring words of affection and encouragement, nibbling at his stocky chest and shoulders. He wasn't accustomed to being passive in bed, but Sniper was so sincerely ravenous that he indulged the request.
He heard Sniper's breath quickening, felt those sinewy muscles tense, and he knew what would come next. Sure enough, Sniper grabbed the Texan’s backside and spread his buttocks, then began easing into the tight passage between them. Engineer grasped his thighs and pulled them as close to his chest as was comfortably possible, groaning while the marksman's cock pushed deep inside him.
Their bodies came together like clockwork, pieces honed and refined to work precisely with each other. When he gazed up at his teammate, Engineer felt as though his heart might burst. He knew Sniper's tender expression was for him alone. Words that seemed clumsy most days now came easily, albeit breathlessly. He exhaled, breath rolling over Engineer’s shoulder, carrying words that chilled the skin they touched. “Love you, mate. Ya know? I love ya. God, ‘n I mean it.”
"I know. I—I love you too, Mundy," he panted, lifting his hands to the taller man's shoulders. The tired old mattress protested under the force of Sniper's thrusting, and each creak was answered by a hoarse grunt of effort. Engineer was certain they'd both be aching after this, but it would be worth it. All that mattered right now was the wonderful pressure building up inside him, the body heat, and the heady perfume of sweat and sex.
Sniper suddenly wrapped his long, sun-soaked arms around Engineer and hung on as though his life depended on it, rutting desperately, face buried in the crook of his lover's neck. The shorter man smiled wryly and rubbed the Australian’s lower back as he came, feeling muscles tense up from exertion. Sniper bit into the pillow next to Engineer’s ear, muffling the ecstatic howl that escaped his throat. Then he collapsed on his partner and moaned, riding out the aftershocks. Engineer waited patiently for Sniper to catch his breath. He wouldn't let his man leave this job half-done, no matter how enjoyable it was to have the Australian crashed against his chest in a sweaty heap.
"There, there... ya done good. Oh darlin', yer so gorgeous like this... C'mon now, one more thing you gotta do." Engineer grinned at the embarrassed glance Sniper gave. His eyes widened, realizing there was a rock-hard erection still pressed against his belly.
"Oh-! R-right. Sorry. Got a bit carried away. Here, now..." Rolling off of his lover, Sniper cuddled up beside Engineer and slipped an arm under his shoulders. He pulled the Texan close and grasped his tool, now aching for release. Hot kisses and words were at his temple, long fingers encircling his thick, formidable erection. In his mind's eye, Engineer could see the machinery of his body quickening, chemical forces coming together for a powerful reaction. It only took a couple firm tugs to ignite the charge, and before the Texan knew it, he was blasting off like a Goddamned ballistic missile. He felt the crushing pressure of escape velocity, then the wondrous freedom that followed beyond the earth's heavy grasp. While his brain was off in orbit, spasms of pleasure shuddered through his body and Sniper held him close, whispering gentle and secret things in his ear.
As Engineer came back down from earth and the stars cleared from his eyes, he felt the faint stickyness of his release. Sniper was still holding him, lazily brushing some of the stuff off his chest with a bunched-up cloth. This brought a smile to Engineer’s face. Even a rough loner like Sniper was still gentleman enough to keep a handkerchief around. "Whooo-ee... Not bad at all, Stretch," he sighed, snuggling appreciatively against the bushman. "I could sleep like this forever."
Sniper laughed at first, scuffing Engineer's stubbly cranium with the clean end of the handkerchief. His eyes widened as he realized his friend’s sincerity. "Really? With me, in this van and all?"
"Well, any kinda' bed with you in it would do, but the van's alright.” Engineer patted the Sniper’s chest, teasing the dark patch of hair that erupted from his sternum. “Could use a little more room, but this one’s pretty comfy.”
"Right," the Australian said quietly, his voice suddenly a little rough. He turned away for a second and rubbed his eyes, then gazed at his companion for a long moment. The smile lingering on his long face seemed grateful somehow. Then he pitched the handkerchief across the van, and squeezed Engineer’s shoulders, sighing as he relaxed once more. Nuzzling the smooth skin behind his friend's ear, he murmured, "Right... you're always welcome in my bed, Truckie."
I love these two together. Thank you for this!
I'll just be over here smiling like an idiot DON'T MIND ME
Goddamn this is good
There is literally no way this could be any more perfect. All of the thumbs up.
Well, oh my yes, please and thank you, this was delicious.
Aww, I aim to please. I love these two so much as a pair, I had to write another tall guy/short guy porn story, even if it was a short one. When I reach the end of my current long-running fanfic and get to the afterwards and epilogues and so on, rest assured there will be moar.
Loved this. I really enjoyed how you built up the setting first and the character interaction. PWP is nice but having depth with porn is something I treasure a lot more.
I really love the little universe you've made with your Put A Spell On You/Our Lost Kingdoms stories, so finding you wrote this was a big bonus.
If you're planning more Sniper/Engie, or some other pairing, I look forward to it!
I don't know if it's the morphine or lack of sleep, but I've been going cross-eyed at my computer and spacing out all day. So! Without further ado, here is the story I promised here- http://tf2chan.net/afanfic/res/12128.html
Soldier Gets Abducted
It was four in the morning when a small group of BLUs found themselves standing about on the ramparts of their base, clad in bedclothes or whatever they could quickly throw on. They were all frowning down at the wide entryway below where- since three in the morning- RED Demoman had been pounding the closed shutter, for reasons that were not plainly obvious to any sane person. He was also yelling, but nobody had really tried to figure out what the guy was saying. They were too busy shouting threats and obscenities at him, in the hopes that he'd eventually just give up and leave.
Maybe it was his manic fervour, or the fact that he had a bottle of hooch along to keep his throat from drying up, but the RED mercenary soon outlasted his enemies in terms of making noise. Overcome by desperation, BLU Heavy gathered all his remaining strength and bellowed, "WHY ARE YOU HERE?!"
The demoman in question, whose friends knew him as Tavish DeGroot, went still for a moment. Then he answered. "IT'S YOUR SOLDIER! HE'S BEEN TAKEN BY THE WEE GREEN MEN FROM BEYOND!"
This was exactly the sort of answer that nobody had expected. In the dim light, the BLUs traded dubious looks. "Is there a legitimate fuckin' reason we can't just shoot the guy?" asked Scout, sounding raspy from all the screaming and yelling.
Medic gave a weary groan. "Respawn. He vould just come back, like ze last time ve had zhis problem."
A frustrated (and hoarse) murmur passed through the group. Only one person was quiet- the team's spy, who was smoking pensively and also frowning pensively. After a stretch of uncomfortable but well-needed silence, he suddenly spoke up. "Wait, have any of you seen Soldier since last evening?"
Several hundred kilometres above New Mexico, the erstwhile Soldier was standing rigidly at attention and glaring down at his captors. For the umpteenth time, he repeated the only words he had spoken to them thus far. "NAME, JANE DOE! RANK, SOLDIER! SERVICE NUMBER, ---! DATE OF BIRTH, OH-SEVEN SLASH TWELVE SLASH NINETEEN-TWENTY-THREE!"
The aliens, which were more blue-grey than green, emitted curious clicking sounds and fiddled with their mysterious alien tools. One of them was seated by a very alien computer terminal, and it hastened to transcript this information by manipulating a glowing glass sphere.
As he watched this, Soldier felt his hands twitch involuntarily. His natural urge to strangle the creatures was coming on strong. Unfortunately, as he had learned by trial and error, the luminous field that separated him from the aliens was pretty damn painful to the touch.
It was also impassable. That was worse than the pain.
Soldier took a few deep breaths and rolled his shoulders, feeling stiff from keeping this posture for so long. Thinking about how he got here seemed to make his headache worse. One moment, he and Tavish were climbing over a fence to sneak some late night rounds of mini-golf. The next thing he knew, he was being drawn up towards a blinding light in the sky, waving frantically to his buddy on the ground below. He secretly wondered if the aliens were in cahoots with the owner of the mini-golf course. That guy always struck him as kind of seedy.
The aliens were still gawking at him like he was some horrible beast from another world. His temper simmered, and he snapped, "I have nothing more to tell you extra-terrestrial miscreants! HAVE I NOT MADE MYSELF CLEAR?! You can torture me if you want, but I WILL NEVER BREAK! I have told you everything I'm permitted to disclose, and by the second amendment, THAT'S ALL YOU'LL EVER GET OUT OF ME!"
Despite his clear, unambiguous message, the little monsters just chattered to one another in a fascinated tone. One of them turned a distinctly alien dial on the wall, and the floor shifted under Soldier's feet, metal suddenly turning liquid. He shouted in surprise and staggered back, watching as the material rose up to create a low platform, roughly the size and shape of a coffee table. Suspicious openings appeared around the edge of the platform, and then metal went still once more.
Jane didn't like the look of it. He also didn't like the look of the weird implements that one of the aliens was distributing among its co-workers. They looked like gynecological tools for operating on mutant women. "What are you little freaks planning?" he snarled, trying to hide his unease. Most of the aliens ignored him, although the transcriptionist eagerly fiddled with its light ball. It occurred to him that if they were going to use their evil thing-a-ma-jigs on him, they'd have to turn off that force field. Soldier felt a surge of hope, and cracked his knuckles in anticipation.
Sure enough, the glowing barrier vanished quite suddenly, with no forewarning. Giving a triumphant battle-scream, Soldier lunged at the nearest alien and wrapped his huge hands around its scrawny neck. He only got to squeeze for a second before a blinding flash, accompanied by an equally blinding burst of pain, left him suddenly immobile. Metal cords emerged from the table and lifted him off the floor, then began posing him like a life-sized G.I. Joe. His captors made excited noises and surrounded the platform, moving in close once he was tied down on hands and knees.
It all happened so fast that Soldier didn't even have time to object. That changed as soon as he found his voice. What followed was a tirade that should have driven every alien on the ship to despair, terror, or denial that their mothers would ever behave in such a fashion. Sadly, despite Soldier's masterful use of crude language,
the otherworldly throng just chittered to one another. When he resorted to "Plan B" and tried to bite one of the delicate three-fingered hands, another restraint sprouted from the table and held his head in place, with the end forced into his mouth as a gag.
This did not bode well.
Unable to fight back or even look over his shoulder, the burly American strained against his bonds. His struggle became more desperate as he felt something tug at his clothing, and saw pieces of it begin to fall away. They were defacing his uniform with some manner of perverse alien scissors! Soldier made the loudest, angriest noise he could manage with his mouth full. The room's air was cool against his skin as his sleeves fell to the floor in strips, then his bandolier, trench-coat and belt. When the dull side of the blade rubbed against his waist, Soldier's first impulse was to try and move himself away from it, but he realized that the aliens would soon be cutting near his genitalia. It was too risky, he needed those parts to stay intact!
Just as Jane anticipated, the devious creatures hacked his pants apart before they even touched his shirt. Any average man would be filled with shame or embarrassment by this treatment, but Soldier's face was red with manly rage. He gave a muffled scream of fury, which was intensified by the knowledge that his manhood was probably shrinking up in the cold.
Although the scissors went on to slice up his shirt, he barely noticed. Grabby little hands were now wandering over his exposed body, poking here, pinching there. The little bastards were clicking casually to one another while they manhandled him, as if this were just another day at the office for them. When he realized the scissors were no longer nearby, Soldier engaged in the evasive squirming he'd thought twice about before. All this really accomplished was to entertain the space aliens; for the first time he heard them make noises that were, without a doubt, sinister alien laughter.
Something cold, hard and metal pricked Soldier's chest, and he nearly jumped out of his skin. They were using their tools now?! While one or two pairs of hands lingered suspiciously around his nether regions, the sharp implement jabbed him several more times before he finally caught a glimpse of it. The thing resembled one of Engineer's callipers, but its design was unnervingly foreign to him. It produced a faint "click" when the alien using it reached up and measured Soldier's helmet. He didn't like having it so close to his eyes, but the worries he had about getting his face pierced went flying out the window a second later. One of the aliens had just grabbed his flaccid junk.
"HRR MMH GRRD!!!" he exclaimed. Soldier had a secret yen for getting tied up and molested by a lover, but the present circumstances were so far out of this world that he wasn't getting off on it. The warmth of his captor's touch as it fondled him was another thing altogether. Even if his brain wasn't getting into this, good luck telling that to anything below his waist. His writhing became more desperate as the other aliens gathered around to marvel at the spectacle. Mere moments before, Jane's dick had been huddled against his equally chilly testicles, practically shivering in the cold. Now it was swelling and darkening in response to the otherworlder's tender ministrations, proudly emerging from cover as thrills ran down the man's inner thighs.
Soldier gave a choked groan as his pecker began hardening against his will. For all his crowing about self control, he was beholden to the forces between his legs, just as much as any other man. Even though his mind was screaming "no", his penis was going "hell yeah!" and the rest of him was getting in on the act, too. He couldn't even focus enough to try and get a grip on himself, especially when something slippery rubbed the slit of his smaller, more irrational head. It only occurred to him that this was another alien tool when, quite suddenly, he felt it begin to nudge inside the sensitive opening.
On some level, Soldier was now grateful for the gag. Otherwise, the gurgle he let out as- unbelievably- the thin probe slipped into his cock, would have instead been a humiliating whine. Struggling to get a look at anything that might hint at what the aliens were up to, he noticed a dark, glossy panel on the wall before him. He stared at it, and realized it was reflecting more than he ever wanted to see.
All of the little grey bastards were gathered around, watching as one individual violated Soldier's dick. Doing such a thing had never even crossed his mind before; he had always been certain that it was exclusively an out-hole! And now some biologist from another planet was adjusting its lubricated probe, rubbing the narrow passage within his penis as it did. There were nerve endings in there that were practically unknown Soldier. That relaxing sensation when he took a piss was mild by comparison; the tissue was so insanely sensitive, it was hard to discern between teeth-grating discomfort and incredible pleasure. Worse, the hard instrument restrained the organ from within, keeping it straight as a curtain rod. Unable to assume its natural curve and become fully erect, Soldier's cock throbbed and ached with impatience. He grimaced and saw blinding flashes with each heartbeat, each pulse that surged through his straining tool. Meanwhile, the creature secured its alien dick-probe in place, then stepped aside to let another extra-terrestrial scientist spend time with their specimen.
With everything that his body was experiencing right now, Soldier found himself struggling harder and harder to breathe. Just as he was starting to feel faint, the metal cord withdrew from his mouth. He was now free to gasp, yelp, or scream at his captors, but after taking some deep breaths, the best Soldier could manage was a husky growl. "You little green... er, grey facists... What are you trying to get out of me? State secrets? The secret-" A hoarse cry escaped him as one of the aliens caught his left nipple in some manner of alien clamp. "-secret, ngh, formula for Nuka-Cola? I don't care what you're after. I'll never talk!"
He had the galling notion that they were ignoring his words. Even the transcriptionist had left. At the sound of a door whooshing open, Soldier looked at the reflection on the wall, and spotted the alien in question, laden with mysterious packages. When its colleagues spotted it, a cheerful sound bubbled up from the group and they put down their tools for a moment, then converged to take the boxes from it. A jolt of alarm struck Jane; what could be in there? Or be put in there, for that matter. Were they going to chop him up and stuff his remains in a freezer somewhere?
"What the hell are you doing? What's in there, razor blades? Alien eggs?! Great Scott, are you going to stick alien eggs inside me?!" Gritting his teeth, he glowered at his captors, all of whom were now furnished with unearthly receptacles. A couple meandered back towards him, while others stood where they were and opened their packages on the spot. Soldier stared in horror as they took out flat, dark rectangles of an unknown material, and folded them into mathematically impossible shapes. The headache he got just looking at those objects was a momentary distraction from the metal rod in his piss-hole, but he couldn't fathom how they might use their creations to poke, measure, or vivisect him.
Then the otherworlders began to devour the folded objects. Soldier realized they were taking a lunch break.
This only served as a brief reprieve from the aliens' sinister activities. When Soldier saw the sounding alien reach for a larger probe, he had a sinking feeling in his gut. The others all gathered around, and to mixed anger and dismay, Jane noticed that the centre of their attention was hidden from the reflective panel. It was something behind him. "What are you up to now?! I demand to know this instant, maggots!"
As before, Jane didn't get an answer. A moment later, he didn't need one. The same hands that had previously coaxed his pecker to man up, were now getting touchy-feely with his backside. One of them was using the alien calliper to measure his ass; broad, muscular and hairy as it was, he couldn't be said to represent an average human male. Jane's ass was in the higher percentile of manly asses. Another alien was doing something painful to his ballsack, with pointy instrument that might have been a needle. Despite the danger, his junk was still feeling twinges of pleasure. Mentally, he would have preferred for his testicles to withdraw in natural, healthy terror. Inspired by all this fondling his erection attempted a return, only to be stuck at half-mast by the friggin' knitting needle inserted in it. The swelling muscle and Jane's thundering pulse created friction with the sound, more discomfort and toe-curling pleasure than he could have prepared himself for. If this went on much longer, he was worried he might lose it and start begging for release.
Just when Soldier thought he was going to explode from the sexual frustration, things got even worse. With as much forewarning as was given before his sounding, someone back there nudged a slicked-up tool against his rear entrance. A fresh ball of heat began growing in the captive's belly, forcing a ragged groan from his throat. "D-don't DO that! Untie me, you... you creepy little sons of bitches!" Soldier shouted, which earned him another poke in the ass. This time, the tip of the anal probe penetrated his tight ring of muscle, and Jane was positive those grey things were chanting the alien equivalent of "Do it! Do it!"
The one alien whose job was apparently "stick things in bodily orifices", gripped the probe's controls with well-practised finesse. Without further delay or preparation, it mercilessly invaded Soldier from behind. He gave a manly grunt of pain, fighting the urge to clench up; whatever suspicious alien lube they used was satisfactory, but they did nothing to prepare Jane's ass for "spontaneous reaming with an alien power tool." Everything else his body had been subjected to went off the radar, and for his first couple moments of being fucked, he couldn't focus on anything else. His only hope for getting out of here with his rectum in one piece was to breathe calmly and relax. The only times he did either of those things were when he had something shoved up his ass.
As his body finally adjusted to the alien penetration, Soldier began to feel some more of that unauthorized pleasure. It wasn't the activity that bothered him, but the setting. Twinges of enjoyment flared up in other places, perverse pleasure creeping from the inner walls of his cock to the abused skin of his balls, then dispersing through the rest of his overstimulated body. Rather than thrusting the object in and out, the alien operating it just fiddled with the controls and let its motorized head to the rest. The sensation of that machine rubbing against his most sensitive place was beyond anything Soldier was capable of describing. Choked sounds of enjoyment strained in his throat, while the burly American's dick strained against the sound restricting its growth.
Unable to stand it any longer, he glared at his captors' reflections and barked, "Get that Goddamn thing out of my pecker, RIGHT NOW!" It seemed they were finally listening to him- or perhaps, the timing was all part of their evil scientific research. Either way, one of the spacemen undid the torture device that was jammed into his penis.
Everything after that was a sweating, heart-pounding blur of explosive sexual release. Soldier growled as his cock sprang up to its full length, trickling a warning shot of precum onto the table. Huffing out steam in the cool laboratory's air, the manic American could feel his body practically humming with pent-up aggression, and the metal restraints creaked as rampant power stampeded through his muscles. The anal probe gave his prostate a few last rubs, then Soldier came like a runaway freight train loaded with high explosives.
Hot semen spurted from his throbbing dick, a long gout of release that the aliens had milked from him with their perverse machines. He gave a bloodcurdling scream of triumph as every muscle in his body experienced a violent surge. The metal cord around his neck split into several pieces, while his arms and legs tore their own restraints from the table. Sparks flew as he clenched down on the probe, breaking the business end off as a result.
All around him the little aliens began to shriek in panic, and Soldier began to laugh, first quietly as he stepped down from the table, then progressively louder and louder with each skinny neck he crushed. One of them ran to the nearest control panel on the wall, and he hurled the sound at it, puncturing the alien's skull. Completely naked- save for his boots and helmet- Soldier grabbed the last two scientists and smashed their oversized heads together, exploding them like grey melons. Then he retrieved his five-iron from the scanning bed of the alien's spectrometer, and headed for the door. He knew they had a teleporter somewhere, and it was high time he returned to New Mexico.
Dat ending. Soldier's heroism gets me flushed and tingly.
Great fill, too. It speaks of your genius that that you can pull something so majestic out of your ass overnight.
That was glorious. Also: Fallout reference was a nice touch.
Soldier is so bat-shit crazy, there was no other way I could finish this story than with an orgy of manic violence.
It was gonna be Bonk, but Nuka-Cola seems more patriotic in the realm of "soft drink enhanced with radioactive isotopes". It's the drink of nuclear renaissance America!
Look, another porn story in as many days! This one has no aliens in it, but they can't all be abduction stories. I'll have more of OLK up soon, I just needed to get this out of my system.
Dogs - Part One
At the hour of midnight, the BLU base near Teufort was dark and still. The only things that worked through the night were machines and, occasionally, Engineer. Although the only penalty for violating Soldier's curfew was getting an earful from him, anyone who chose to traverse the base this late was sure to watch his step. Any personal agenda that would find someone wandering this late, was probably a dubious one at best- there were no company rules against drinking on the ramparts or absconding with the choicest leftovers from the mess hall, but it could get you a bad reputation if you were caught in the act.
The lone figure stalking 2Fort's corridors had skipped the kitchen, and as he left the crew's living area behind, his route continued away from areas where blood was shed during the day. He was wearing little more than skivvies, a choice he regretted now, as wandering in a nightshirt and sneakers had left him feeling pretty damned cold in the bleak atmosphere. It was incentive to hurry, though. When he stepped into the garage, it seemed to have the dimensions of a baseball field, and he almost stopped to ask himself what the hell he was thinking, leaving the warmth of his bed at this hour.
There was a perfectly good reason for doing this, of course. He grinned a little, muttering, "Fuck it, I know what I'm doing out here. I'm gonna get fuckin' laid." With that thought and the cold to motivate him, the scout broke into a jog and headed straight for the exit. Someone had left the shutter open. Under the circumstances, he had a pretty good idea who. "He'd better have that raggedy-ass cot nice and warm by now, 'cause I'm fuckin' freezing..."
It was even colder outside, where the relentless chill of the desert night seemed to pierce right through Scout's body. He could feel his balls beating a hasty retreat from the frigid air, and was dismally aware that he was going to look rather diminished, genitally-speaking. "I'll ram my dick down his throat if he laughs, that'll teach him," the youth grumbled, making the final sprint to his destination. The second he reached the camper van which was parked behind the base, Scout pounded on the aluminium door.
"For chrissakes, lemme in! I'm dyin' out here!"
As he waited, shivering and grumbling irately to himself, Scout noticed a dull orange glow through the ratty curtains. That was a good sign. Then, just as he had promised to do, Sniper opened the door. The Australian didn't say anything, but his wolfish grin spoke volumes; he reached down and hooked one of his long arms around Scout's shoulder, ushering the younger man inside.
A space-heater hummed quietly in one corner, filling the small space with warmth and dim light. Sniper's van was cramped and dingy- definitely a "man-cave" if there ever was one- but Scout was oddly agreeable to the marksman's living quarters. Everything smelled of coffee, sweat and cigarettes. These were odours he didn't care for under normal circumstances, but as he sat down on the creaky cot and rubbed some of the feeling back into his legs, he breathed in the musky smell. The atmosphere was fuelling a ball of heat in his stomach, reviving memories of the other times he'd slept here.
"You shoulda' worn pants, mate." The cot bowed under Sniper's weight, sagging in the middle. Just as he had before, the marksman reached around Scout's back with a long, tanned arm, and pulled his companion closer.
Scout was caught off guard by this, even though he should have been expecting it. "H-hey, knock it off, dingo! I'm in charge here," he drawled, but he was grinning, playfully slugging the taller man's thigh. Sniper flopped back and hauled Scout down with him in retaliation, rolling the boy over so they were facing each other, then nipping at the soft skin below his ear. Warmth flared up again in the deepest regions of Scout's body, and pooled at the root of his hardening dick. "Mmf... crazy bastard, you're like the fuckin' wolfman or somethin'," Scout moaned. One of his hands clamped down on Sniper's hip, and the other entangled itself among the man's hair, tousled and wild from air drying after a shower.
Sniper chuckled hoarsely, and asked, "What'n the bloody hell's that supposed t'mean?" He was slowly moving his hips now, grinding his crotch against Scout's right thigh, and letting one of his own rub the youth's growing erection. They wrestled like a pair of animals, snarling and grappling one moment, panting and rutting together the next. Occasionally Sniper would pull Scout down and trap their lips in a kiss. Neither of them had yet to admit how much they enjoyed the act, so simple and chaste compared with what their bodies were doing.
Throwing his head back to give those fangs free reign over his throat, Scout suddenly remembered a scene from some horror flick he once saw with his brothers. It was more like a softcore porno from what he could recall, and in his mind's eye he could see the naked heroines tossing their perfect hair back, and exposing their throats to this gross old vampire who'd hypnotized them. (Sniper's kinda' grody, sure, and he's older than me. He's not a wrinkled old fart, though, and I don't a huge pair of titties,) he thought, and gave a cackling laugh. It turned to a groan immediately after, when Sniper wrestled the kid's shirt up and started abusing his sparsely-haired chest.
"Weird little bugger," came an amused murmur from underneath him. Sniper's teeth scraped against his nipples and he sucked in a shaky breath of air, fumbling with the older man's belt buckle. This earned him an encouraging growl, and some tender kisses along the collarbone. "Right, I reckon I'd better leave this in your hands. ...unless you've got the stamina ta hang in there, mate."
Scout's face blazed for a moment, and he shoved his teammate down on the bed, shooting him a sour look. "Hey, sh-shut up! That only happened once..." Looking up at the American, Sniper had a calm expression of amusement that belied his physical state. The outline of his cock was clearly visible through his pants, throbbing, practically hot to the touch. A miasma of fresh sweat and arousal lingered in the air around him, and Scout could feel his heart fairly galloping through the hirsute patch on his chest.
It was hard for Scout to stay annoyed when this rugged, coarsely handsome traveller was on the verge of spreading his legs for him. The youth's frown became a cocky grin, even as he felt a tightness in his chest that always made him feel kind of sappy. He was finally admitting to himself that things were changing between them.
It was a desolate February night, a night of unwanted thoughts and unattainable sleep, when Scout's loneliness and pent-up lust first brought him to Sniper's quarters. The weather had driven the bushman indoors, and in a sense, it was the weather- the melancholy of short days, the misery of piercing cold- that drove him to let the youth in. One thing lead to another. By the time Scout said "you aren't a faggot if you're the guy on top", Sniper was feeling amused by the kid's naivete, and horny enough to let him try.
That was months ago. There had been planned late night trysts since then, along with rough, almost frantic encounters when an opportunity arose. But as time went by, something must have happened while they weren't paying attention. Scout found he was hanging around Sniper more often, even at times and places where neither of them was about to jump the other's bones. He was even listening to the guy, and had found himself wondering about stuff he shouldn't have even cared about- the Australian's past, his dreams, his hobbies, the places he'd visited over the course of his life. Sniper was starting to seem like kind of a cool guy. And despite everything Scout had seen in the past, his older teammate was happy to have him around, whether or not he was doing something that required an extra pair of hands.
Occasionally, Scout was struck by the weirdness of it all. A year ago, he would have decked someone if they told him his next sex partner was going to be an older man. But things had been feeling less and less weird of late. And as he wrenched open the front of Sniper's pants and began tugging them down, panting, his face plastered with a shit-eating grin, nothing would have felt more natural.
(to be continued)
Ah, god, that was really nice. I particularly liked the turn it took at this bit:
The youth's frown became a cocky grin, even as he felt a tightness in his chest that always made him feel kind of sappy. He was finally admitting to himself that things were changing between them.
Oddly sweet and hot little piece of story. Looking forward to the rest!
>>13 Glad you like! Here's some more of Scout's POV; I've broken it into three segments, since I want to post something but I've got more to write.
Dogs - Part Two
Sniper shifted his weight, helping Scout help him to wriggle free of his trousers. He almost never wore anything under them, and tonight was no exception for Sniper's dressing habits; as soon as his pants were out of the way, Scout could smell the harsh musk of sweat and masculinity that even regular showers barely kept in check. Released from the confines of fabric, the taught skin of his balls drew them up against the root of Sniper's erection, which bobbed a little while the man moved his hips.
For someone with his most sensitive parts in the open, Sniper seemed marvellously at ease, slouched back against the pillows and grinning lazily. More indescribable feelings surged through Scout's body and fuelled the fire. Consciously recognizing why this aroused him was beyond his capabilities. All he knew was that, between Sniper's relaxed smile and vulnerable position, this was driving him up the wall. Scout couldn't help but stare for a moment at the older man's crotch, noting the contrast between his darkly aroused genitalia and the sunless pallor of his inner thighs, pondering the soft, near-translucent membranes of his ballsack and foreskin.
A second later, Scout realized that his fixation hadn't gone unnoticed. Sniper's grin had widened. He said, "I reckon y'came all the way out here to do more than stare," then chuckled in that deep, thrilling rasp of a voice that always made Scout's dick throb.
The look on Scout's face wavered between a sneer and a cocksure smirk. "You fuckin' bet I did, man! Gimme your tub of vaseline or somethin'. I've been horny since I got up this morning, and if I don't jam my one-eyed fuckin' trouser snake in something like, pronto, I think my balls are gonna explode."
Sniper's amused expression persisted, and he casually tossed his Akubra away before flopping back again, his head propped on the pillows. "Well, that'd be a terrible waste. Right, I've got something that'll do the trick. Turn around- kneel wif your back to me."
A vague feeling of recalcitrance nagged at Scout, but he did as he was told. Hitching his nightshirt up to reveal his own bare ass, he clambered about on all fours, turning his back to Sniper and straddling the marksman's legs. Behind him, he could hear Sniper growl appreciatively at the view. He grinned a little, in spite of himself. "Alright, alright... You get to fuck me this time."
It wasn't like Scout didn't enjoy a ride on Sniper's long, moderately thick tool. On the contrary, the man was a beast when he took charge. Scout never dreamed he would ever let another man inside him, let alone enjoy it. Or come back for more. But Scout had been aching to administer a good, hard fuck all day; to grab a handful of Sniper's wild mane and pile-drive him face down on the mattress, then ream his asshole until it was a size bigger.
"Fuck you? Nah, I've got something else in mind. Just keep your knees on either side of me, and back up 'til I stop you."
The request was unexpected, and sort of confusing. "What, you want my ass in your face?" Scout asked, glancing over his shoulder and wondering what Sniper had in store for him. When he considered the extent of Sniper's sexual experience, he always felt both eager and somewhat daunted. It was hard to admit that he had a lot to learn, compared with someone almost twice his age.
He saw Sniper's toothy grin glint in the low light, and heard another chuckle. "Something like that. Yeahhh, that's the idea... Now lay your chest down, and lift your arse a bit..." Sniper's instructions gave way to groping hands, gently manipulating the angle of Scout's hips.
Scout did his best not to fidget impatiently. "Hey, so what the hell are you up to back th-" His question trailed off into a wordless groan when he felt Sniper's mouth encircle his dick. (...alright. I can get into this,) he thought, and idly wondered what kind of view the older man was getting back there. The idea of having someone's nutsack dangling right before your eyes was downright perverse, but by this point, Scout had already figured out that Sniper got off on some pretty weird things. He even found himself getting off on weird things, too. "Mmmh, fuuuuuck. That's fuckin' amazing, don't stop that." He slumped forwards, panting, thoroughly enjoying the eager blowjob his partner was giving him.
Lazily opening his eyes, Scout finally realized that Sniper's erection was right in his face. It was no surprise to see how hard he was; they had been fooling around long enough that Scout knew he loved sucking dick. The practice was one that Scout had never reciprocated, though. Sure, he'd put his mouth on almost every other part of Sniper's body, but oral-genital contact was something that had always exceeded his courage. (Oh man, is he expecting me to suck him off? Is that what I'm supposed to be doing, here?) Although Sniper's legs looked kind of bandy from this angle, his cock loomed like a telephone pole. Scout swallowed the nervous lump in his throat, and eyed the throbbing length before him. "Hey, uhh, I've never sucked dick before... What the hell d'you expect me ta do?"
Sniper gave a sort of chuckle- the best he could manage while performing fellatio, anyhow, producing a vibration that made Scout weak in the knees. Then he sagged back for a moment, freeing his mouth just long enough to say, "I'm sure you'll figure it out on your own."
If he wasn't in the midst of receiving oral sex, Scout would have grimaced. (Okay, so that was kind of a dumb question.) It was tempting to just slack off and enjoy the attention, but Scout knew his reputation was on the line- or at least, his chances of getting more sexual favours anytime soon. If Sniper was neglected for too long, he might get angry or, even worse, get upset. Sure, Scout had never seen Sniper throw a bitch-fit before, but the thought made him feel strangely guilty. They had a good thing going on here!
For that brief moment in which Scout's focus shifted from his penis to his brain, he could feel his competitive spirit flare up within him. Being half-assed in anything he did went against his principles! Scout steeled himself to plunge headfirst into unexplored territory, and started by grasping his partner's dick. It was hot and hard, throbbing with excitement, a glistening drop of precum depending from the deeply hued head. He could feel Sniper give an appreciative murmur, the man's lips and tongue trembling against the shaft of his own tool, and a surge of blind lust overwhelmed him.
"Alright, I'm fuckin' going for it!" Firmly gripping the root of Sniper's cock, Scout leaned forwards and experimentally took the organ's tip in his mouth. The taste was not so dramatically strange as he had expected; after all the roughhousing they'd done in the camper's cramped confines, Scout had bitten, licked, or sucked on many parts of his rangy confidante, no doubt tasting hints of semen and ball-sweat in the process. He ran his tongue curiously around the pecker's thick head, exploring the crease on the underside, and the tiny, excruciatingly sensitive hole. He felt Sniper writhe underneath him, choking out an impassioned moan around the unit in his own mouth, and a look of devilish glee settled on Scout's face.
"Aww yeah, this is- nngh- kinda' like a wrestlin' match or somethin'." All manner of bizarre ideas were bubbling up in Scout's mind, but the here and now pushed them aside. It was hard to think about anything else when your cock was somewhere hot, wet, and deliciously tight. He gave a sort of humming purr and ducked his head again, lapping up droplets of precum while his hands set to work; one teasing the Sniper's frenulum, the other wandering lower into the sweaty, intriguingly responsive region between the Australian's thighs. 'Touching another man's butt-hole' was another item on Scout's list of activities he never anticipated doing, before he started fucking Sniper. Slipping his fingers into the cleft of Sniper's ass, Scout firmly rubbed the man's perineum, grinning as the body underneath him squirmed with pleasure.
"You really love that, don'tchya?" Scout cackled, lightly fingering the other man. He got a throaty sound of enjoyment as an answer and shivered, then leaned in for some more cock-sucking practice. Instinct was taking over both of them, fuelling a continuous loop of sexual gratification. With his own dick firmly captive in Sniper's talented mouth, each groan he could coax out of the Aussie produced more stimulation for himself.
Although Scout's thought process had gone far beyond any kind of deliberation, he could tell he was getting close. It wasn't just Sniper's efforts getting him off; now that he was relaxed, he was starting to understand why his teammate enjoyed doing this. (If you want to control a man, get him by the jimmies. That's what Ma always says.) Whether she had meant that figuratively or as a combat strategy, Scout wasn't certain, but he now knew the power you had over a man when his genitals were your hostage. From the perspective of a relationship, it was a leap of faith to give someone access to your greatest vulnerability; empires had fallen because some old king got the hots for the wrong person.
The goings-on in the van had considerably less repercussions on the world at large, but as Scout suckled hotly on the peak of Sniper's dick and jerked his skinny hips downwards, he got the most important thing he could think of. Sniper's throat spasmed around the intruding organ, giving Scout the last push he needed for an explosive orgasm. Scout arched his back and screamed a string of obscenities, giving a few more involuntary thrusts while his passion spurted forth in thick, liquid ropes.
(to be continued)
Aaaand the last.
Dogs - Part Three
Meanwhile, Sniper managed to dislodge the obstruction from his throat and turned his head to one side, gagging and spluttering furiously. In the midst of choking on the youth's semen, he managed to choke out, "Warn me before- ergk- before you do that, wanker!" It wasn't the first time Scout had been overenthusiastic, or lost control and started desperately rutting into whatever was handy. Grimacing, Sniper wiped the mess off his face and sagged against the mattress. (Spastic gremlin... oh well, at least I'm not falling-down drunk this time. That was an awful bloody mess for both of us.)
By the time he caught his breath, Scout was flopped down on top of him and basking in the afterglow, lapping trails up and down the length of his cock. A gnawing twinge of pleasure reminded him that Scout's hand was still between his thighs, teasing his puckered hole with casual finger-fuck. Mere seconds ago, Sniper had been tempted to boot his teammate out into the cold, but Scout was quickly making up for the infraction. So instead of yelling at him, Sniper lazily fondled Scout's bare ass and growled, "It's a good job you're such a charming little bastard. Think I oughta tie you down next time I want to suck you off, it'd be safer for me."
"You know you can't fuckin' resist me, man." Scout wiggled his backside in Sniper's face, no doubt grinning as he returned to his tender ministrations. "Oh yeah, you're such a slut... I got you fuckin' rock hard just by puttin' my dick in your mouth. I wish I could see all of you right now, I fuckin' love the way your face screws up when I'm fingering you."
A shaky growl worked its way up from the depths of Sniper's chest; he was losing control and it didn't bother him one bit. His scalp was soaked with sweat, further tousling his dark locks. It didn't even bother him that his usually-spotless glasses were obscured by an assortment of smudges. Looking at the sinewy body on top of his, Sniper found his eyes drawn towards Scout's puckered entrance, and he gave an impassioned groan. "Ah Christ, Scout, gimme more... harder..." Even with his vision obscured, Sniper could feel every lick and caress. Scout was testing deeper waters now, taking the whole thick, purple head of Sniper's cock in his mouth, and sucking to the best of his ability.
As Scout's lip nudged against the rim of his withdrawn foreskin, he groaned deliriously and gave in to temptation: craning his neck, Sniper ran the tip of his tongue up the underside of the younger man's ballsack. Scout's grunt of shock and arousal was muffled, for obvious reasons; it brought a perverted smile to Sniper's face. "If that surprised you, this is gonna blow your bloody mind," he murmured, giving one of Scout's buttocks a firm squeeze.
Scout came up for air with a gasp and glanced over his shoulder, drawling, "What, are you sayin' a little grab-ass is supposed ta... Oh, holy fuckin' sh- WHATTHEHELLAREYOUDOIN'?!" Scout's voice went up a few octaves and cracked in a manner that was roughly as embarrassing as his reddened face.
Sniper had started licking his companion's perineum, laying down firm strokes with the tip of his tongue as he worked his way up the cleft of Scout's ass. The reaction he got was intensely satisfying; Scout writhed, uttering yelps and choked sounds of disbelief. On some level, he knew Scout was getting a confused sort of enjoyment out of this, but he would have done it anyways for his own amusement. Everything Sniper could feel was driving him wild with arousal- the warm breath and cool saliva on his cock, the squirming, bucking weight on top of him, the fingers twitching inside his back end- but what pushed him over the edge was the dirty thrill, the pleasure that came with discarding any human restraint and following his instincts. He threw his head back and gave a hoarse cry, shamelessly blowing his load all over Scout's face.
"Aw, fuck!" Scout recoiled and panted shakily, wiping away the mess with the back of a bandaged hand. As Sniper let himself sag bonelessly against the sweaty mattress and caught his breath, the younger man clambered around and flopped down beside him. It was hard not to laugh at Scout's expression, but Sniper managed to restrict himself to a crooked grin, which earned him a light punch to the shoulder. "Geeze, you bastard. That was sick..."
"What? D'you mean the part where I came on your cheeky face, or the part where I started licking your arse?" Although he was feeling too sleepy to needle the younger man for long, Sniper's perverse smile endured.
For all of his usual moxie, Scout seemed surprisingly exhausted as well. He rolled his eyes, saying, "The part where you jizzed on me. The ass-licking was kinda fucked up, too. You ain't gettin' any of that outta me- that's one place I'm not goin'." After a moment, Scout bit his lip and added, "Well... alright, it felt pretty hot. But weird. You are one dirty old fucker, you know that?"
"Oi! You say that like it's a bad thing," Sniper drawled, his grin widening. He contemplated forcing a kiss on Scout just to be a bastard, but decided to spare the youth; Sniper would leave it up to Scout to decide if he wanted to lock lips with someone who'd just been eating him out. "I don't spend much time worryin' about the things that turn my crank. Not since a long way back, anyhow."
"Bein' a weirdo takes years of practice, huh?" For all his initial shock, Scout was rapidly becoming nonchalant about the whole affair. Who was he to shun favours from an experienced fuck-buddy? Like Sniper, he was in this for the pleasure- and increasingly, for the company as well. Scout stretched out and gave a jaw-popping yawn, then wriggled up against Sniper and nuzzled into the crook of his partner's neck, lazily attacking the older man's throat. "Suckin' dick is as far down that particular road as I'm gonna go, though. Just F.Y.I."
Sluggishly aroused by their closeness and the feeling of teeth on sensitive skin, Sniper grunted, and wrapped one arm around Scout's back. "Mmmh... do whatever suits your fancy, mate. You're always welcome to bugger me sore."
Scout cackled and rolled onto his back, still snuggled up to his larger teammate. "I'd fuckin' better be, I've got the biggest dick on this whole team! There's no way you could refuse me, man."
Out the corner of his eye, Sniper caught a glimpse of Scout's self-assured smirk. He couldn't help but smile; in his van, hidden away from the rest of the BLUs, hiss feelings for Scout came closer to the surface. Nestled beside him on the undersized cot, the youth's features were softened by sleepiness, his lips forming a relaxed bow, eyelids sagging until the sandy-hued lashes brushed against Sniper's cheek.
The urge to speak fell upon Sniper like a bolt of lightning, giving his heart an unexpectedly painful jolt that he just couldn't explain. When he opened his mouth a knot formed in his throat, words clumping together before he could get them out. He frowned under a wave of post-sex melancholy, and did his best to just forget what he had wanted to say. (Next time. Maybe next time, I'll do it.)
Warm breath wafted across his collar. Sniper found himself relaxing once more; aside from the occasional snuffle or bedfart, Scout was a perfectly quiet little angel in sleep. Seeing the perpetually noisy young man like this brought a smile to Sniper's face. He reached up with his free hand and lightly ruffled Scout's hair, sighing wistfully.
Although he had believed his bunk mate to be asleep, Scout stirred faintly at his touch and looked up at him with half-open eyes. "Hey man," Scout mumbled.
"Hey," Sniper said in return, feeling his own awareness begin to wane.
A tired smile passed between them, then Scout settled down again. As sleep began to overtake Sniper, the last thing he heard was the kid, who murmured the words, "I love ya, man..."
I really, really liked this. Sexy and cute.
The physicality of this is excellent, and probably my favorite part - the thickness of the skin, Sniper's hair stuck with sweat. The banter between them's excellent, too, and I appreciate you taking the time at the beginning to establish their relationship - such as it is - and the growing emotional connection. Kudos.