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December 1991,
the Persian Gulf
Dan
had been in a frightfully good mood since the previous morning,
right after night shift. The camp was almost deserted, except
for a few diehards like him and Vadim - who were all too keen
on earning absolute shitloads over the holidays, while everyone
else went back to their homelands. Whistling to himself, he
had finished packing his bag, lighting a cigarette while looking
at Vadim. "Ready for Santa?"
"You
mean Father Frost?" Vadim answered, setting the last
of the polished boots down.
"Aye,
Father Frost, Santa, whoever. All the same." Dan grinned.
Vadim
straightened, feeling that his lower back had locked up again,
and he stood, slowly rolling his back, betraying the stiffness.
"Okay. What will it be, then?"
"What
do you mean? If you hope for gifts, forget it, it's not really
a shopper's paradise around here, is it?"
Vadim
looked at him ironically. "Well. We could kidnap that
horrible plastic tree from the Mess, but the CO is rather
fond of it, so that's a no." He put the rag and polish
away, then pointed at Dan's boots so Dan would put them away.
"And any sleds with reindeers would get shot down because
they don't have a security pass, anyway."
Dan laughed
while moving the boots, managing to smoke at the same time.
"I could get myself a Santa hat and wear nothing but
the red and white bobbled thing over my John Thomas. Would
that cheer you up?"
Vadim
looked at him. "Am I not cheerful?" He paused for
a moment, thinking about it, and didn't believe he'd sounded
particularly bitter or angry.
"Sure
you are, but that's a saying, you know? Cheer up and be merry."
Turning round, Dan picked up the bottles of booze - good booze
- that he'd managed to acquire, and packed them on top of
his bag." Got everything? Food, plenty of it, booze,
and KY?" He was grinning from ear to ear, the scar in
his face twisting.
Vadim
extended a leg, touching his boot to his packed bergan. "Yes.
Of course. Ever ready, as the saying goes." He reached
for the bergan and hoisted it up on his shoulder. "Truth
be told, I'm ready for a rest. Well. Afterwards. This is such
a depressing place in winter."
"Just
remember we're going to New Zealand in spring, smack bang
into their autumn. Money's a good thing at the moment, I need
to check in what state the farm is in."
"Yeah,
I know, have been keeping my pay together for that, too."
Not that he had huge expenses. There was precious little to
buy, and what did he want to get that he'd only have to leave
behind? Work was cheap in Kiwiland, so Vadim had heard from
a former serviceman from that country, and their combined
pay should be good enough to get a lot of things done.
Hoisting
his own pack onto his back, Dan grinned. "And two days
and nights in the safe house, away from it all, is almost
as good as a holiday, aye?"
"Don't
need much more to rest up", Vadim murmured. "Sex
and sleep and food will be a nice change of rhythm."
He followed, then locked the door behind them.
On the
way out of camp, there was hardly a soul in sight. Jean was
already off to France - he and Pascal had left the same day,
and just Jean's absence made this place seem pretty empty.
Dan finished
his fag before they reached the camp gates, exchanging a few
words with the soldier on duty. The general consensus was
that they'd be breaking up camp rather sooner than later,
and that the mercs wouldn't be needed any more, at least not
around this area. Dan nodded, glanced at Vadim, and shrugged.
Plenty of places to go to, and he was used to never calling
anywhere his home - except for the mountains and sky.
They
soon reached the town, meandering through the streets, but
without the need to cover their tracks or take any particular
care, when they arrived at the safe house. "You got the
key?" Dan asked.
Vadim
reached into his pocket and pulled it out. "Aye."
He handed Dan the key, standing back, casting a glance over
his shoulder. Being secure and feeling secure would always
be two different things in his world, and the latter almost
unattainable these days, unless he lay at Dan's side, his
view unimpeded. Or out in the open, something like a booby
trapped cave, or an embassy, and even then, always an unspoken
queasiness about his surroundings.
Dan was
making a quip at Vadim as he entered, his head craned back.
Stopping mid-sentence when a noise registered. A groan, harsh
breathing, then a yelp of pain and the moment he whipped his
head around, he was confronted with a body throwing itself
from the bed, onto the floor, in the motion grabbing a weapon
that had been close. Taking cover, and aiming the pistol at
him, but Dan was already on the ground himself, hadn't had
time to warn Vadim, as he threw bag, bergan and body half-way
down the stairs.
Vadim
had been a step behind, following inside, 'bringing up the
rear', and locked the door. That was when he heard something.
Human. And frantic motion, and he was down faster than any
thought had registered. Rolling to the side, away from any
line of sight and line of fire. "What the fuck?"
he grunted, and then "Dan? See anything?"
"Shit!"
Was heard from the ground, inside the room, and then an utterly
desperate groan from the bed at the opposite wall opposite.
"Fuck,
fuck, fuck!" In a different voice to the first
one, from the bed as well.
That's
when Dan raised his head, peering inside. "Matt?"
Damn, he knew that voice, especially that groan. Turning towards
Vadim, he gestured wildly, "I think …" he didn't
have to finish the sentence, because the guy on the ground
stood up, shielding the bed with his body as he did so. Lowering
the weapon. Standing stark naked and with a flagging hard-on,
the condom hanging from the circumcised head.
"Welcome."
The voice commented dryly, only a hint of huskiness gave proof
to what he had been doing, a few seconds ago.
Vadim
stood, still looking around, feeling his pulse drop slowly
back to normal. He leaned against the wall, door frame covering
him, and looked inside. Focused on the man with the gun as
he got an overview of the situation in the room. The dark
haired guy with the condom wasn't Matt. So the guy on the
bed was Matt, and since Matt had keys to the safe house, had
brought himself some entertainment. Damn fine, dangerous entertainment.
Vadim studied the man, all muscle, all tendons, physically
perfect, as athletic as they came. "Only that we're not",
said Vadim, moving into the doorframe.
Dan had
scrambled up to sit on the doorstep, shaking his head. "Fuck,
that was close."
The guy
with the weapon opened his mouth, when the other voice interrupted.
"I don't give a shit about welcome, close, or whatever
the fuck." Matt rolled onto his side, half hidden behind
the other's naked body, only his head and chest visible. Face
was flushed, covered with a sheen of sweat, with an expression
that was everything but happy. His voice breathless, and the
way he slung an arm around the other guy's thighs, hand tugging
at the hip, left no doubt as to what had been happening. "I
need to fucking cum!"
Dan stared
at both, eyes - as usual - hidden behind the shades, and he
was close to bursting into laughter. This was too fucking
hilarious. He glanced at Vadim and winked. "Hey, Hooch,
want us to leave for an hour?"
Vadim
studied Matt, and 'Hooch', as it were, and now the smell of
sex hit his nostrils, never mind all the signs of it: the
sweat, the arousal, and Matt's comical exasperation. Seemed
Dan had been screwing with this guy, too, so everybody in
the room was well acquainted on some level, but running into
each other was still funny. "Don't think it would take
that long", said Vadim, in a murmur.
"Suit
yourselves." The man drawled as he placed the weapon
beside the pillow. Discarding the condom, he lowered himself
down onto the bed. Matt was lying on his back, now stretching
his legs while reaching for Hooch, who made no attempt at
returning to what he had been doing before. Instead casting
one last glance at the newcomers, seemingly deciding they
were safe, before sliding down Matt's body, who seemed completely
taken by surprise, when he took Matt's hard cock into his
mouth. Without a sound and no further hesitation.
Vadim
felt his guts tighten at the image, both men just so perfect,
and that Hooch going about it with clear skill. They were
dismissed as not dangerous, nothing felt like it was set up
for their pleasure, they were simply not deemed a reason to
stop with what they'd been doing. And watching those lips
take cock wasn't half bad.
Dan grinned.
"Want me to introduce you? You already know Matt, Jarhead.
And that's Hooch, Delta. Not that they give a fuck at the
moment."
Delta.
American super-soldiers with a very unfortunate track record
of being sent out into the deepest shit Uncle Sam got himself
into. The equivalent of spetsnaz, SAS, and, yeah, a whole
lot of other special forces. Matt, while a decent enough soldier,
shared the room with three killers. One of them sucking his
cock. Vadim came a bit closer, but remained standing at the
wall, feeling lust well up, just from the faint sounds and
Matt's breathing.
Dan got
up from his sitting position and slung the bergan onto the
floor. Right beside one of the two chairs, which were the
only furniture in the room apart from a low table and the
fairly comfortable bed. Looking at Vadim, he shrugged and
sat down on the chair, staring straight at the bed, as if
the show had been put on just for his viewing pleasure.
"Want
a drink?" To Vadim, as he angled for his pack. "It's
Christmas soon, after all."
Vadim
nodded, his mouth had gone dry, and it was hard to not look
at either of them. Or both. "Yes. I need a drink."
He looked at Hooch, who reminded him of Dan, back in Afghanistan.
Before his hair had grown out of control, and before that
scar on his belly; younger, fiercer, more silent, closed up,
too.
On the
bed, Matt was breathing harshly, then tilted his head backwards
and closed his eyes, oblivious to the others in the room.
Dan poured
a couple of generous shots of good whisky into the tin mugs,
and handed one to Vadim, never taking his eyes off the Jarhead
and the Delta. Taking a draught, he leaned closer, put the
mug down, and pulled the long sleeved shirt off his body.
Sitting with his legs crossed, Dan leaned back, slouched,
chest bare, working on finishing the whisky.
Vadim
just tossed the whisky back - the situation demanded too much
of his attention to savour it. He could have been drinking
moonshine, it wouldn't have made a difference, and Vadim was
pretty sure Dan wouldn't berate him for it. He cast his eyes
towards the bed, couldn't help but watch, the situation so
very odd, especially looking at Dan, savouring both whisky
and the view. He set the bergan down, still leaning against
the wall, noticing everything about Matt.
The sounds
Matt made were guttural. As suppressed as any soldier's, until
his hips bucked up and one low groan escaped, coming from
somewhere deep inside his body. His whole body jerked, fists
twisting into the blankets, obviously cumming, while the Delta
was just as obviously taking the orgasm in stride and swallowing
Matt's cum, something that twisted and tightened Vadim's guts
more. The Delta took it like a pro. Even waiting until he
could clean the spent cock in one slow movement, before he
lifted his head. Looking at the spaced-out kid, there was
tension in Hooch's back, which only now became obvious. Now,
that he sat without movement, back to the room.
"And
what about you?" Dan suddenly asked, finishing off his
whisky.
Vadim
shivered, crossed his arms in front of his chest, unsure what
to do or say. These men were Dan's lovers, not his, but right
now, he was too aroused to care. Delta. A fucking American.
He hardly dared to breathe, not sure how the guy would react,
but Dan knew him and probably approached him right.
Hooch
turned his head, one hand still on Matt's thigh, who was stirring,
but too sluggish after the come-down to do more than breathing.
"What do you offer?"
Dan glanced
at Vadim as he stood up, a broad grin on his face. "Not
my arse." Re-enacting their first encounter.
The Delta's
lips quirked into a miniature grin of his own. "Mine
neither."
"Done
the sucking."
"Yeah."
Dan was
opening his belt, pulled it out of the loops, and dropped
it. Opened button and zip. "Mind being watched?"
Hooch
shrugged, didn't seem he gave a damn. He turned round to sit
on the edge of the bed, while Matt rose enough to roll onto
his side.
Dan pushed
his trousers down and bent over to undo his bootlaces, giving
Vadim a perfect view onto his arse. "Cocks?"
Hooch
nodded after a second and stood up, while Matt got himself
together enough to sit. Sated and entirely at ease, despite
Vadim's closeness.
Stepping
out of the boots, Dan pulled the trousers and socks off, stood
naked. His cock was mildly interested, as he regarded the
Delta from head to toe. He nodded, appreciating the view.
Good body, and the other knew it, there was no doubt. They
stood close. No more than a hand between them. Assessing each
other in silence.
Vadim
sat down, blindly reaching for the chair. Dan. He'd imagined
- well, torturously so - Dan with others, had seen him with
Matt, with Jean, but that was an entirely different calibre.
He wasn't jealous, strangely not, this was all nice and relaxed,
'at ease', as they called it, but he couldn't deny the impact
it had on his body. All of it. Dan's panache, the ease with
which the Delta operated, no urgency despite the sex. Two
men seizing each other up, same thing on their minds. It was
getting hot, and he shed the parka, blindly, unable to take
his eyes from them. If he squinted and blurred the lines,
they were mirror images of each other, like past and future,
drawn together right here and now. Vadim just barely breathed.
Dan,
the older man, finally reached for the other, stepping closer.
Tilting his head, he was met with a minute hesitation, before
the Delta's head angled as well, accepting and returning the
kiss. Two men, both dark, ten years between them. Killers,
one mellowed, the other as much on edge as a blade in a soldier's
hand. Kissing with intensity, no time for preliminaries, no
need for niceties. Hands on each other's bodies, pressed close,
hips pushing and meeting in fierce grips.
Matt
moved off the bed, staring at both, just as much as Vadim
did, and found himself the other chair. Both of the kissing,
groping men seemed oblivious, but the sureness with which
they steered themselves to the bed, moved and lowered gave
proof that neither had let their guard down.
Not until
they lay side by side, facing each other, and all of a sudden
Dan and Hooch turned into no holds barred. Making barely a
sound, but each of their touches was intense, fingers gripping,
hands merciless and bodies uncompromising. Teeth attacking,
lips devoured, and the strength and vicious power with which
their hips ground their cocks against each other's looked
nothing but painful.
Vadim
knew this well, knew Dan's fierceness like that, could feel
every motion echo in his body, which reacted, demanding attention,
too, every grinding movement making him more breathless. Muscles
in his body pulled taut; he wanted - wanted to take part in
this, but the way Dan focused on Hooch indicated this was
for two men, not three. He wasn't welcome there, and he wasn't
sure whether he could actually join, and he hesitated. Being
watched, and having a complete stranger ... and at the same
time, he wanted to touch and bite too, trust or no trust,
shame or not. He glanced over to Matt, nothing but a flicker
of a gaze, with the kid looking on as if he was watching cartoons
- with rapt attention. Vadim reached for the bottle to do
anything that wasn't wanking, wondered why he didn't, but
truth was, he didn't want to bare himself so much. Felt very
much the guest.
The fierceness
intensified, and so did the speed and the recklessness, yet
neither man made a sound except for their harsh breathing.
As if neither could give in, nor back down, and it seemed
they were fighting each other rather than getting each other
off. Yet suddenly, both bodies tensed, taut lines of hard
muscles beneath skin, as hips came down brutally and hands
gripped so hard, they'd bruise lesser bodies. Teeth found
skin and their movements became erratic, cumming with cocks
trapped, mindlessly humping and grinding against the other's
body.
Dan let
go and rolled onto his back first. Groin and chest sticky,
eyes closed, one arm thrown across his chest, he breathed
into the come-down.
It was
Hooch who lifted his head after no more than a few seconds,
looking straight at Vadim, not even blinking. "You?"
Vadim's
throat tightened. Two. The Delta had brought off two men and
was now aiming at number three. Him. He couldn't speak, throat
too dry, too fucking aroused at seeing Dan cum. There was
a 'no thanks' and it was a lie, ridiculous under these circumstances.
'I'm alright' was the other lie. Vadim looked at Dan, who
might have heard the offer, or didn't care, more likely. Delta.
Spetsnaz. Did it come down to regimental pride? Not be intimidated
by the enemy? He met the gaze then, as Dan didn't react much,
and gave the faintest nod.
The Delta
moved off the bed, too damn smooth for someone who'd fucked,
then blown, then ground into another's body like a man possessed.
Wiped cursorily at his chest and groin, as if he couldn't
be bothered by the mess. He stood, close to Vadim, before
moving even closer, so that Vadim had to open his legs, allow
the naked body to step between his knees, and get onto the
floor. Kneeling between his thighs, and despite it being winter,
Vadim began to sweat. The Delta just did it. He really just
did it. He couldn't take his eyes off the man, all that smooth
confidence, and he could do nothing, not move, just accept
what was coming.
Hooch
didn't say a word, just reached for Vadim's fly, opened the
belt, button and zip, pulled the fly apart, pushed down briefs,
found a cock that was hard and twitched beneath his hand,
and Vadim trembled, too aroused to play it cool. All the time
Hooch kept his eyes on Vadim's face instead of on his hands.
Working blindly. Still nothing, no sound, no reaction. Until
finally, one corner of his lips quirked up in the same miniature
grin he'd given Dan, and he lowered his head, sucked the cock
between his lips, and proceeded to give head as professionally
as a high class whore.
Vadim
let a groan escape; different man, different way to do this.
Alien, but good, it was forever since he'd had a blowjob from
anybody not Dan, yeah, Gavriil, or Platon, fuck, the heat,
the arrogance, and the motherfucking skill. His hands formed
fists, pressed to his side, he didn't want to touch Hooch,
and still wanted to. Body tightening up, knotting his guts,
his tendons, and another groan came out, and before long he
was panting, the Delta just perfect, fierce, obviously loving
it. "C-close", he croaked, not sure he'd get included
in the circle of guys that Hooch swallowed. He reached up,
touched Hooch's shoulder, hot skin, the man glowing with heat,
like a piece of desert. Touched the side of his neck where
muscles rolled, and tendons stood out under the smooth skin,
and he bucked up, so fucking close.
But Hooch
didn't let up, didn't acknowledge Vadim's warning, instead
increased his effort. Deeper, harder, and more reckless. Sucking
Vadim off, without giving any chance to pull back.
Four
eyes on Hooch's bare back, Dan's gaze flicking to Vadim's
face and heaving chest, and Matt's eyes fixed onto each and
every of Hooch's movements.
Vadim
was too far gone to feel watched, the universe was centred
in his groin, and he came, the orgasm painfully intense, eyes
closed as he came, teeth bared like he was in pain. Face flushed,
sweating, breathless, no thought left, all paled and seared
away with the force of the sensation. Only then, slowly recovering
his senses, his eyes opened. Something didn't make sense.
Why would Hooch do that - he was obviously spent, and happily
so. Sex always was about something mutual, unless it was the
kind of sex that he no longer wanted. Or only wanted when
that darkness rose up. Right now, there was no darkness, just
breathless astonishment. "Why ... did you do that?"
Hooch
shrugged, licking his lips as he sat back on his heels. Regarding
Vadim in silence, Vadim's eyes meeting his with that same,
astonished expression. The silence was broken by Dan, who
waved a hand negligently from across the bed, laconically
introducing, "Vadim, Hooch. Hooch, Vadim. Spetsnaz, Delta.
Delta, Spetsnaz." Which caused Matt to grin and Hooch's
lips to quirk once more, before he stood up, still between
Vadim's legs.
Vadim
nodded, tucked himself back in, the only guy in the room who
was now pretty much dressed, and stood as well. He offered
a hand, still meeting that unwavering gaze. He didn't feel
threatened - fuck, giving a blowjob was usually not a way
to open hostilities - but Hooch seemed very ready, very prepared.
"Whatever reason you did it, thanks." Glancing over
to Dan and now fully aware he'd been watched. By his lover.
Eyes again returning to Hooch.
The Delta's
shoulder went up again, in his customary shrug as he shook
Vadim's hand. "Pay me back some other time."
Vadim
nodded. Now the world made sense again, but there was the
thought that there would be another time. This was, then,
not a singular occurrence, not an accident. He owed the Delta
one, and that was a strange feeling, but logical. "Ok."
Never mind his guts tightened at the promise, or threat, or
deal. Deal.
Hooch
held the hand for one moment longer, before he let go and
turned away, looking from Matt to Dan and back again, before
pointing at the bottle with a questioningly raised brow.
Dan grinned
and nodded, behaving as if nothing had happened. "Sure,
there's enough for everyone, Vadim and I were going to have
a Christmas party, but I guess the party has already started."
He poured the drinks, laughed at Vadim's state of dress, while
the three of them remained naked, and listened to Matt telling
them about going home for Christmas in three days - which
took him approximately four sentences, and Hooch reporting
he'd be off and sent to another place of high risk in the
world - which took him about three words. Vadim didn't quite
join in, he sometimes asked a question, but most of all watched
and listened, relaxed, and finding himself liking Dan's 'mates'.
None of them as grating as Jean.
Drinking,
sharing their plentiful food, and 'being merry', until the
two Yanks had to leave, and then they were on their own, enjoying
each other's company and bodies. Together, with the memory
of a Delta lingering.
*
* * * * * *
A couple
of days later, they made it back into camp with barely an
hour to spare before they had to be off on their first shift.
They'd be working several doubles, and with Vadim being a
temporary team leader for one of the two remaining teams,
they'd be working hard for their money, but hell, it was triple
pay.
The first
shift went without any hitch and when Dan returned for hand-over,
looking forward to get scran down his neck before heading
out with the next shift, he was told his charge had cancelled
and there was no more work that afternoon. He waited for Vadim
to wave him off, who had to do his own double shift, and headed
towards the post house, checking for any mail. To his surprise,
there was a message from Matt, asking him if he could make
it to the safe house that very afternoon, before the kid was
about to head off for Christmas. All coded, of course, in
case of unlikely interceptions, and signed with Ho Ho Ho.
Dan grinned and whistled as he went about signing in weapons,
handing kit over and cleaning himself. He had enough time
for shower and food, leaving a message for Vadim, in case
he wasn't back on time.
Dan was
soon off to the safe house, this time more careful, but the
place was empty, except for the furniture, a load of water
bottles, and the obligatory pack of condoms. He had barely
enough time to settle in when the door opened and Matt entered,
grinning like a kid on Christmas morning.
"What's
up, mate? You look awfully pleased."
Locking
the door, Matt's grin grew even wider. "Got my orders,
I'm not coming back. Going to stay back home for a while."
"And
that's a good thing?" Dan winked.
"Fucking
A! Been forever since I've seen my boyfriend, can't wait for,
like, some quality time."
Dan laughed,
nodding. "Aye, I can understand that. Wanted to see scruffy
old me to say good bye?"
"Yeah."
Matt slung a bag off his shoulder and dropped it onto the
table. "And to give you your Christmas present."
He rummaged through it.
"My
… what?" Dan pushed the shades up onto his forehead,
taken by surprise.
"Christmas.
Present. December." Matt grinned. "Remember, old
man?"
"It's
not really jingle bells around here, is it?"
"Nope,
but I'm playing Santa today, anyway." Fishing a parcel
out of his bag, Matt dropped it onto Dan's lap. "Open
it."
"Damn
pushy for a kid."
Matt
rolled his eyes, sat down on the bed and proceeded to take
off his tunic, while gesturing with his chin to the soft parcel,
wrapped in gaudy paper.
"Alright,
alright, I get it." Ripping the paper open, Dan found
a football shirt, Matt's favourite team, a pair of running
shorts and a running top, all from the shop the yanks had
on camp. When he pulled the garments apart to look at them,
something heavier fell out with a clatter. Dan picked up the
box and stared at it in disbelief. "Love-Handcuffs? Where
the fuck did you get them from? Do you have a sex shop sale
on at camp?" Dan shook his head, grinning. "And
are you trying to tell me something?"
Matt
was laughing out loud, hands on his belt, grinning widely.
"Thought you might appreciate them one day, buddy. You
never know." He winked while opening his fatigue trousers.
"And where I got them from … it's my secret."
"Cheeky
bastard. I should have taught you some manners when I had
the chance, or is the Delta letting you get away with everything?"
Dan grinned like a loon.
"Maybe?"
Matt winked again, lifting his butt off the bed to slide trousers
and underpants down. "Maybe not?"
"Which
reminds me, you have forgiven me for meddling, aye?"
"Sure,
buddy, even though I almost shat myself when he turned up."
"Didn't
look to me as if you were shitting yourself, the other day."
Matt
just grinned and shrugged, seemed he had taken over Hooch's
infuriating habit of refusing to talk. He was unlacing the
boots and getting out of them, before socks and trousers came
off. Sitting naked on the bed, he really was a prize to behold.
A perfect beefcake, all muscles, finely sculpted, and clearly
not only enjoying his sports, but a great fan of the gym.
Dan huffed,
reaching for his fags before putting the presents away, when
a card fell out of the folded shorts. "Christmas card?"
"Can't
do without, buddy."
Dan opened
the envelope and pulled out the card, which sported a scantily
clad Mrs Santa with long blond hair, and he laughed at the
irony. Inside Christmas wishes and three addresses.
"My
mom and pop's, my apartment, and the other one's my unit's."
Matt remarked, as he lay back on the bed, head pillowed on
his arms. "Do keep in touch."
Dan smiled,
touched more by this than he let on. "I will." Reached
for a pen in his own bergan, he scribbled Maggie's address
onto the back of the envelope. "You can contact me through
the embassy, that's the safest way. Haven't got a clue where
I'll be going next, but don't think we'll stay here much longer."
"Time
for a change of view?"
"Wouldn't
say that." Dan popped the envelope on top of Matt's bag,
pulled the shades out of his hair and grinned at the jarhead.
"Not with a view like that."
"I've
got an hour." Matt laughed, "I'm officially shopping
on the market. You think you can get it up, old man?"
"I
show you any time, kid."
"As
in, like, now?"
"Damn
right." Grinning, Dan peeled himself out of his clothes.
Locating condoms and lube nearby, he sat down on the bed.
"And
what do you want as a good bye shag?"
"Exactly
that."
"Would
have thought you get fucked enough these days." Grinning,
Dan pushed Matt's legs apart and knelt between them.
"But
I like getting fucked." Matt pushed a lazy fist
into Dan's abs. "Don't forget that."
"How
could I." Leaning down, Dan proceeded to kiss the kid
thoroughly, before he came back up for breath, murmuring,
"Or perhaps you should give me one last reminder."
Matt
was still laughing, with growing huskiness, as Dan was going
down on him.
*
* * * * * *
When
Dan returned to camp a couple of hours later, sated and mellow,
he walked past the mail room once more. It was about to close
and the guy in charge was waving him inside. "What's
up?"
"Got
a message here for Rocky."
"Vadim?"
"Seems
so."
Dan picked
up the piece of paper.
"Figured
I can hand it to you just as well, since you're an 'item'."
The guy was making a kissie face.
"Aye,
and Merry Christmas to you, too, arsehole." Dan grinned,
flicking the birdie as he left the tent. Turning the piece
of paper in his hands, it hadn't even been folded over and
the note was there, for all to seen.
'Fri
1900 - SH? H'
Dan grinned,
wondering if Vadim would decipher the message as quickly as
he had, and wondered, too, if the question mark turned into
a full stop. Friday. Tomorrow. Vadim was on night shift, but
Dan had the day one. They could swap … and all Vadim
would have to do was ask. Whistling a crooked tune, Dan kept
turning the piece of paper. An opportunist, alright.
*
* * * * * *
Dan had
already been fed in the empty mess, which ran on skeletal
staff, and was chilling out in the hut after a long run. His
knees were aching, particularly the one which had had surgery,
but he put it down to lack of running and too much gym work.
Sitting on the bed with the shades over his eyes, he was smoking
a cigarette, the room illuminated by a lamp with a single
light bulb.
Vadim
returned after the shift, handed in his gear; being teamleader,
if only provisionary, meant to work twice as hard, be twice
as attentive, and probably twice as tired. Today, he felt
every year of age, plus ten each for every year spent in prison.
He needed a shower urgently, was pretty sure he could tell
this country from all the others he'd served in by the taste
of its dust and the particular way it fucked up his skin.
Inside, he saw Dan sit there, and the smell of smoke immediately
combined with the taste of dust. "Hey", he murmured,
by way of greeting.
"Welcome
back, you poor sod." Dan smiled and pushed himself up.
"Double shift is a killer." He walked over to where
they stored the soap bags and towels, took one of each of
Vadim's, and gave a gentle prod. "Come on then, I'll
take you to the showers."
Vadim
nodded, thankful for the guidance. Good money, if he could
even care right now. He was no slacker, certainly not, but
back in the days, he'd been ten years younger. He just didn't
recover as fast anymore. One day he'd wake up and feel every
muscle ache. He peeled himself out of the armour and the layers
underneath, ran a sweaty, dirty hand through his hair. "That
farm of yours better be really nice."
Dan laughed,
shaking his head 'no'. "It's a piece of rotting crap
in acres and acres of land, with an old apple orchard that
doesn't yield usable fruit anymore, and endless scenery of
mountains and lush green land." With a hand in Vadim's
lower back, he guided him out of the door and into the darkness.
"'Nice' is not the right word."
"Mountains",
snorted Vadim. "You know I'm a city kid."
"Aye,
and fuck you, too." Dan groused gently, getting a bright,
if tired grin from Vadim. Vadim knew he was being grouchy,
but, damnit, it felt good being grouchy. And it had the desired
effect - attention, and Dan's closeness and banter. Walking
him towards the shower blocks, the whole camp seemed deserted,
they didn't meet a single soul, even though some of the men
were still around.
"By
the way, as for 'nice', there was a message for you."
Dan barely hid the grin.
"Oh
shit. Katya?"
Dan's
hand in Vadim's back jerked, as if hit by electric voltage.
He almost stopped dead in his tracks, but got himself under
control. "No. The message read 'Fri 1900 - SH? H', pronouncing
every letter and number.
Vadim
frowned, thinking for at least ten seconds. They entered the
showers, he deposited the wash bag and the towel and reached
for the water, while Dan leaned against the stall, arms folded
across his chest and slouching like a hooker. Vadim paused.
"Fuck. Hooch?"
"Congratulations,
bright-eye." Dan grinned mercilessly.
Vadim
seemed to consider something. "I'm on shift on Friday,
anyway."
"And
I'm on the later one." Pushing the inevitable shades
up from his eyes, Dan waggled his brows before letting them
slip back down. "And I'm willing to swap. If you want."
If you want him.
Vadim
paused. Hooch. If you want. Technically, he owed the
Delta a blowjob. He started the water and soaped himself,
shedding the red dust fast, immediately refreshed as the water
cooled his skin and made him feel far more alive. He closed
it down again, grabbed the towel, dried his face first, then
ran the towel over his short hair, his neck, then towelled
himself down quickly. "He's certainly fast to come calling
for repayment", he murmured, thoughtful.
"Repayment?
That what you think of a chance at casual sex with a bloody
fit body and someone other than little old me?"
"Well."
Despite the fact Hooch hadn't actually spoken, Vadim didn't
see anything nasty or unpleasant in the message. Hooch inquired
whether he was available. But was he really available? "Are
you sure, Dan?"
"Why
wouldn't I be?" Picking up the pile of dusty kit, Dan
wondered. "It's just sex. I had plenty of it, I figure
it's your turn, and why not? We shared Matt, we shared Jean,
we even shared Hooch. If he wants you, and you want him, then
just go ahead. He won't be here for much longer."
"I
wouldn't ... mind." Vadim still felt strange. Discussing
the options with his lover, the only man he'd ever loved,
desired, nearly died for. It was fair, wasn't it? With Dan
screwing around with others, and Hooch would never become
the bother than Jean was. Looking into Dan's face, he couldn't
see any jealousy or reservations. Just sex. It was just sex.
And it was certainly nice to be wanted. Funny thought. "Delta,
eh?" He shook his head, laughed softly. "Oh shit."
Dan grinned,
"they are still way behind SAS. Don't you forget that."
Slapping Vadim's towel-clad buttock, he pointed the way. "But
tonight it's ex-SAS for you, with a plate full of sandwiches,
a bottle of water and the need for a good grope before shut-eye."
Dan's way of describing 'cuddling'.
Vadim
grinned. "Delta? Overrated. Lost without all their shiny
expensive kit." And more often than not tossed into battles
that they couldn't win, because the Army types were jealous
or whatever. The typical infighting. It was a bit sad to know
that guys like Hooch could get killed because of some smartass
wearing a general's uniform. But then, he reflected, that
was pretty much the lot of the fighting man. "Make that
two bottles of water."
Following
Dan to the tin hut, yawning already. Seemed that the Hooch
thing was settled. That was a date, then. Strange thought,
but on the other hand, why worry more than Dan did? He was
really too tired for that. What could happen? He'd repay the
blowjob. No big deal.
*
* * * * * *
Vadim
was there first. An easy forty minutes before the time given
in the note. He believed in being early under such circumstances.
Had checked the usual stuff, but didn't actually expect any
trouble. He was well-rested, but his stomach seemed tight,
a bit nervous like he'd been when he'd stolen away to meet
Dan in Kabul. Anticipation. Only, Dan had been the feast that
had to last him and keep him sane for another stint in that
godforsaken country. Here, it was more casual, but still strange.
He opened
the door. Hooch wasn't there, yet. The bed. Two chairs. Vadim
frowned, paced the room a few times. Thought Dan was out there
on patrol, and hoped Dan kept his mind on the job and didn't
dwell on him, on what he might do, or not do. Ah, stupid -
he'd most likely do it. Hooch had something that Matt and
Jean lacked. Maybe mystery? He grinned at that thought. They
all had their story, each one different, some tragic, some
epic, some just random. He sat down, ran his hand through
the short hair, then decided to shed the parka. Sat down again,
mostly to keep himself from pacing.
At exactly
nineteen hundred hours, there was a knock on the door, a second
pause, then the scrape of a key in the lock. Seemed Matt had
given the Delta the key to the safe house. The door opened,
but there was no silhouette of a man standing in the 'vertical
coffin', instead a shadow, standing to the side before stepping
through after making certain all was as he'd expected. Tipping
a finger to his temple, Hooch gave a silent greeting before
locking the door and walking closer. He stood, looking at
Vadim, and the corners of his mouth twitched upwards in the
trademark miniature grin.
Vadim
nodded and gave a grin. Most small talk sentences, like 'I
got your note' faltered. It was too obvious to mention it,
really. He studied the man, thought of how Hooch had just
gone to his knees to suck him, with hardly so much as a word.
'You'. That had been it. "I don't like debts", he
murmured, continued to grin, though.
Hooch
shrugged with another small grin, peeling himself out of the
parka. He was chewing gum, which he fished out of his mouth
and stuck to a piece of paper, stashing it in one of the pockets.
Wearing a pair of fatigues, desert boots, and an army issue
t-shirt underneath, he was going low-key. "No debt."
Hooch shrugged again, "opportunity." He reached
for one of the water bottles and emptied almost half of it,
before he sat down on one of the chairs.
Vadim
nodded. "Aye." Watching him drink, certain things
about him like Dan - even though Hooch had very different
facial features, they resembled each other enough to be from
the same extended family. In a way, that was true. Who could
tell whether Hooch had Scottish ancestors? 'Hooch' was very
likely not the name that was in his passport. Vadim inhaled
deeply, consciously filling his chest with air, then slowly
breathed out, to centre himself. "Right. You must have
found the single most unsuitable guy for smalltalk or flirting."
He gave a laugh and stepped closer, a certain amount of humour
now creeping into his voice. He shed the jacket, the belt,
the shirt, felt the cool air on his nipples.
Again
that economic grin and Hooch looked up, all the way from Vadim's
groin, up his chest, to his face. "No. I win those stakes."
His hand reached for Vadim's hips and he pulled him closer,
but not without waiting a millisecond before touching. A silent,
split second request for permission. Equals, that was what
he regarded Vadim as, and Vadim felt himself relax more; nothing
bad would come from this and he followed the pull.
"What
do you offer?" Hooch drawled, giving another pull, until
Vadim stood between Hooch's legs, face right up against Vadim's
groin.
Again,
the blowjob. Different way to do it, and that motherfucking
skill. Vadim grinned, felt his guts tighten. Remembered Matt's
almost comical despair, his need, remembered Hooch grinding
against Dan. All great options. Delta. Killer. He bent down,
looked at Hooch's eyes, the dark stubble, saw the strength
in that man, and thought he'd like to see him cum, would like
to see this man struggle with himself. "I'm up for anything",
he murmured. "But Dan's a better cocksucker than I am."
Hooch
nodded, one hand running up Vadim's inner thigh. To the balls,
once, then back down again. "Mad Dog doesn't offer ass."
One brow raised, the ghost of a grin. "You?"
Offer
ass. Sounded less bad than 'fuck me'. Vadim looked at
him thoughtfully, but thought, yes, he'd 'offer ass'. Nothing
inside him struggled against that thought. It didn't seem
to change anything - Hooch would probably not mock him for
it. His jaw muscles tightened, once, twice. Not many men he'd
trusted enough - few who'd ever tried. Truth was, Hooch was
just as professional about it as a whore, nothing indicated
scorn, spite or any nastiness. Strange. American. The very
thought that he'd allow himself to get fucked by the proper
cold war enemy - that was defiance. It was 'fuck you' to the
KGB. He'd choose this, and he'd enjoy it. "If you give
a hand", he murmured and opened his belt.
"Sure."
The dark eyes widened then returned back to their usual, controlled
self. True to his word, Hooch gave a hand right there and
then. Opening the button and zipper for Vadim, he pushed down
trousers and briefs. One hand went up towards the bare chest,
the other splayed on one muscular buttock, which made Vadim
move forward, tensing his ass. Leaning closer, Hooch trailed
his tongue along the length of Vadim's cock, before leaning
back and taking a good look. "Shaved." Silence.
"Fucking good." He once more leaned forward, this
time taking the cock between his lips.
"Was
a ... swimmer, once." Vadim groaned softly, hands reaching
for Hooch. The neck, hair, shoulder, but he didn't push, allowed
Hooch his own rhythm, his own way to do things, as he grew
fully hard under that attention, that focus that Hooch showed.
No reservations.
Working
on Vadim's cock, every movement and touch were controlled
and perfect. Designed to arouse and keep the interest up,
but never mechanical. His hands, calloused and warm, were
wandering across Vadim's body, until Hooch pulled back, regarding
the cock for a moment, then glanced up, meeting Vadim's gaze.
Yet he said nothing, simply moved back down and swallowed
as much of Vadim's cock as he could, making Vadim groan again
and close his eyes. Taking his time. No rush, no pressure.
As if he had all of the night, however unlikely.
Vadim
gently moved with those motions, enjoying them, but keeping
things under control - himself, lust. Felt Hooch's jaw move
under his fingers, wondered how often the Delta had an opportunity
for sex, because, damn, this felt good - something inside
relaxed, as if lowering his guard actually involved a physical
muscle. He knew why Hooch did it. Hooch made him relax, put
him at ease, and he smiled at that thought.
Pushing
Vadim's trousers down, Hooch finally came back up again. Getting
out of the chair, he stood and offered another grin. Looking,
watching, all the time, as he pulled the t-shirt over his
head and threw it into the corner of the bed. Vadim shed the
boots, socks, trousers and pants, removing everything, even
the watch, as Hooch got rid of his own clothes, until they
were both naked. Vadim met the Delta's gaze again, that deep,
friendly, perceptive gaze that Hooch used like conversation.
Vadim sat down on the bed, still looking at the Delta's face,
then lay back, pulled his legs up. "Back or front?"
he asked.
Hooch
moved to the bed, standing close to it. "Front."
He was merely half-hard, as if the cocksucking was more of
a business than pleasure. It probably was. Amusing. Much like
Vadim had used cocksucking himself - to get a partner ready
for sex.
"Okay."
Getting
onto the bed, Hooch knelt, looking down at Vadim, gazing at
his ass. Dark eyes intent. "Good ass."
"Thanks."
Vadim stretched out, touched the wall with his fingers, then
relaxed. Getting fucked face-to-face. He was up for that and
he opened his legs further, bringing one knee to his chest.
Enjoying the rapt attention, as Hooch focused on him with
the same intent as if he disarmed a bomb, or held a target
in his scope. It was a great feeling, taking up somebody's
mind like that.
Hooch's
hand moved between Vadim's legs, touching, gliding, the other
joining the travels across dam and balls, towards the cock,
but never quite touching, instead staying close to the hole,
circling. Slowly urging Vadim, without pressure, to lift his
legs, and Vadim raised them, brought them up without a second
thought. He wanted Hooch, wanted to get fucked, and he stared
at Hooch's cock, which hardened under the scrutiny. It had
a good size. He'd take that, and he assumed Hooch knew exactly
what to do with it, probably had the same skill and control.
His own cock twitched at the thought. "Do it. I'm quite
… ready."
Hooch's
lips quirked up once more. "I wasn't." An odd admission,
delivered with a strangely relaxed humour, which made Vadim
pause, then smile.
"Okay."
Maybe he should suck his cock, too, and Vadim considered it
when Hooch turned to the side, reached purposefully beneath
the bed and brought out a tube of Astroglide and a condom.
Dropping both onto the bed, Hooch's eyes narrowed slightly
as his hands once more moved up the inside of Vadim's thighs,
to the knees, resting there, as if trying to feel the pulse
through the muscles.
Vadim
shifted his weight slightly, moved closer, then remembered
the scar down there and wondered if Hooch knew what it meant.
This scar didn't look like an accident. He reached up for
a pillow and stuffed it under his neck.
Leaning
forward, Hooch lowered his head to leave a wet trail with
his tongue, running all the way from between Vadim's pecs
to his cock, then lingering at the scar, as if he could read
Vadim's thoughts, making Vadim squirm and shiver, his muscles
tensed lightly, playfully, and Vadim curved his back with
the kisses. The tenderness endearing, Hooch so focused on
him despite the fact he hardly spoke. Vadim couldn't help
but wonder what was going on in the Delta's head, but couldn't
ask. He wouldn't get an answer.
Hooch
came back up, the miniature grin ghosting across his face
until it settled in his eyes and tugged on his lips. Tearing
the condom open like a pro, Hooch showed nothing but concentration,
measured control, his cock remaining hard and unwavering as
he rolled the condom down. The lube at hand, his fingers worked
cool, slick gel into Vadim's ass.
Vadim
lifted his hips, fingers entering him, warmth and coolness,
strength and slickness, and he couldn't help that moan. Knowing
he'd get fucked properly very soon, wanting this, from this
man, too, while Dan was doing his shift. Vadim's breath caught
at a clever twist of fingers, and he lifted his legs further,
watching Hooch, expecting him to move on. He found another
pillow and stuffed it under his ass, his hands then free to
touch Hooch's arms, the tanned skin, dark hair, the whole
man fit and younger than he was, and half-grinning down at
him.
Coating
his own cock, Hooch focused once more on Vadim. Eyes fixed
on Vadim's face, as if reading each and every reaction, feeding
from every sound and breathless movement. He remained poised
for a moment, just looking, concentrated, while his fingertips
trailed back up towards Vadim's pecs, to circle, touch, then
twist the nipples, which made Vadim groan, more eager now
to get fucked, if that was possible. Just the skill - different
to Dan, but with all the consideration that he liked. With
fucking respect.
One hand
guiding his cock, Hooch began to enter with excruciating control,
drawing another long groan from Vadim, making his legs and
ass tense, only to get the most out of it.
Slow,
so slow, with no urgency whatsoever, sliding in and filling,
stretching, the feeling with the condom slightly different,
but of course, made sense to be safe, even if Vadim would
have liked to tear that barrier away, feel him properly, feel
him cum inside, too, but they weren't there, yet. His own
cock twitched at the thought, the intrusion, and that intense
look of concentration on Hooch's face. Vadim suddenly laughed,
semi-breathless just from the building tension. So careful,
so deadly. His fingers tightened in the blanket and he bared
his throat, unconscious, but the heat and being filled felt
so fucking good.
Hooch's
half-grin changed when his lips parted. If possible, his dark
eyes became even more intense, more focused. Nothing escaped
their gaze, and even when Vadim had loosened enough to accommodate
his cock fully, he remained poised, deep inside. Making no
sound, except for an expelled breath, with Vadim breathing
slightly faster, so alive in this moment, so much enjoying
himself. Still, once more, hardly a movement except for the
most minimal rocking, which nevertheless echoed deeply in
Vadim's body, making him groan. Hooch's hands started to wander
across the body beneath him. Nipples, cock, the inside of
Vadim's thighs, all the way up to the arms and shoulders,
taking his time. Some touches light, almost tender, others
deliberately strong, surprising Vadim with that tenderness
and consideration. That man clearly in awe with his body,
fully focused on making this good for him, and Hooch seemed
to have no intention of ending this treatment.
And what
about him? Did he delight in the control? Delight in the way
his partners lost control? Vadim bared his teeth, grinned
up at Hooch, felt trust and heat and a strange kinship to
the American, and thought he got it. Hooch drank him up, feasted
on him with all his senses. Seeing this man gorge instead
of taking small bites and savouring … that had to be
a sight to behold. "You're killing me", murmured
Vadim, and Hooch's head tilted slightly, listening with the
same intensity with which he watched and touched, while keeping
himself hard deep inside of Vadim's body. "But you …
know that." Vadim reached up to Hooch's left nipple,
twisting it, which seemed to actually surprise the Delta,
whose parted lips twitched. Vadim grinned. "Let go, soldier.
I … can guard your back."
All movement
ceased, for one moment, as Hooch looked down, reading the
flushed face beneath him. His hands travelled up Vadim's legs,
resting at his shins, and pushing, slowly, without demand,
but Vadim was quite willing to be opened further, allowing
it to happen. Vadim's legs went up until they were pressed
against his chest, allowing Hooch to lower his body, change
the angle, until their faces were barely an inch apart, making
Vadim groan again.
"Spetsnaz
…" Hooch murmured, before a grin flashed across
his face and he nodded. "Yeah."
And that
was it. Vadim didn't have time to think about him being Spetsnaz,
getting fucked by Delta, the old enemy thing paled as a kiss
followed - another surprise - and as demanding as anything
before had been controlled. Devouring, now, with taste, teeth
and lips, where only Hooch's eyes had feasted before, with
Vadim welcoming the lips, hungry. Opening up, his own kisses
desperate, heated, answering a bite with a bite, a sucking,
open-mouthed kiss with a groan and the same. Further heated
up by hips moving in sharp, small thrusts, as if Hooch's body
had to get used to abandon, building up the heat as much in
himself as in the other. Vadim could only use his hands, pulling,
kneading, massaging what he could get, arms, shoulders. Touching
that throat, too, feeling pulse thunder underneath, arching
his body to greet and take, but also give, working against
Hooch, eyes every now and then flickering to the door. But
they were safe. Safe with each other and in this place.
Hooch's
eyes never closed, but he was still trusting Vadim to guard
his back. The older man and seasoned soldier. A comrade in
arms of an unlikely kind and a comrade he'd trust. Arching
up, away from devouring Vadim's lips, to change the angle
once more and find leverage once more. Vadim still tasted
him, felt his lips echo with the other's, intimate just like
the fucking, trust, need, hunger. Saw Hooch's muscles move,
smelled him, primal and male, dust, testosterone, a smell
that was Hooch, and he groaned again as Hooch shifted. Small
wonder the Delta had taken this position - it gave him all
the power over what angle, which speed, how deep. It wasn't
about being face to face, it was, like everything, about control,
about the ability to build the lust slowly and completely
at his bidding. But Vadim wasn't complaining, when it all
changed again.
Thrusting
hard suddenly, fast, with an abandon that still contained
control, as if Hooch's body was simply unable to give it up
fully. No sound, except for harsh breaths, and those dark
eyes fixed on Vadim. Face, body, movement, as he fucked Vadim
with hard, rhythmic thrusts. The violence as controlled as
the essence of the man.
Vadim
opened his lips wider, panted, fought the sounds, but wasn't
quite successful, because it felt so good and he didn't have
to hide it, didn't have to pretend. It wasn't the barracks.
Never more one of those quick, desperate fucks, he was free
to make a sound. Perfect. Hooch read him and gave him exactly
what he needed, how he needed it, but their deal had a sharp,
barbed edge to it. Instead of losing control, Vadim had to
fight to preserve some of it. Mutual control, mutual watchfulness
when he wanted nothing more but to close his eyes and let
go. Vadim tightened his muscles, felt the pressure build,
but he wouldn't be able to cum, didn't want that fucking control,
wanted to be swept away and it was impossible, and at the
same time, his body was rapidly heating up, ready to explode.
Hooch's
head snapped to the side, sweat dripping from his neck, chest
and face onto Vadim. Swift glance to the door, his thrust
slowed, but never decreased in intensity. Vadim groaned loudly,
didn't want it to slow, wanted it to go fast, hard, frantic,
brutal. Tried to cum, felt himself tighten, but couldn't get
there. Slower, still, more excruciating, and Hooch's hands
kept running from Vadim's thighs up to his ankles, back down
again, until they moved from the abs to his panting, slick
chest. Resting there, as Hooch lowered his head. Lips across
Vadim's, murmuring hoarsely, "I take watch."
Vadim
met the gaze, felt sweat trickle down his temple, his nostrils
flaring at the smell, their smell, mingling, fresh, healthy,
sweat. Watch. Double. Meaning. Watch his back. Watch. Him.
Watch him lose it. It wasn't control, that Hooch was after,
not all of it, it was again that feeding off him, that delight
in watching him. And Vadim smiled, realising fully how much
he liked being watched, see himself reflected in another man's
dilated pupils. He nodded, pulse beating into his throat,
and he reached to his cock, stroking himself. Eyes falling
closed, entering his own space, leaving anything outside this
room outside, the other man fully inside him now in so many
different ways.
And Hooch
sped up once more, intensifying the thrusts, if at all possible.
Rhythmic, hard and without the slightest attempt to hold back
any strength of his body. Trained to kill, honed to survive,
and fucking Vadim as if it was the last thing his body would
do in his life. All the time staring down, not the smallest
nuance in Vadim's face escaping him.
Vadim
clenched again, deliciously tightening around that cock inside
him, legs shifting to pull closer, demand, ask, invite, fist
tight around him, filled to bursting, and, arching his back,
he began to finish himself off. Tensed up, taut, tight, all
power now focused on himself, that selfish need to cum, and
it was easy, knowing he was watched. Easy to let go, groan
as he fucked his fist, every motion intense and nearly brutal,
as he found that edge and crossed it, cumming so very hard
across his hand, stomach, chest.
Instead
of becoming erratic, Hooch slowed when Vadim came, savouring
every expression, each sound, never getting enough. Only then,
when Vadim fell back, chest heaving to try and catch a breath,
splattered with his cum, did Hooch launch into the last few
short and extremely powerful thrusts. That was all he needed
to cum, transfixed on the man beneath him, dark eyes almost
closing with the intensity of his orgasm. Letting go as much
as he could, but without a sound except for noisy breaths,
inhaling harshly. He shuddered during the come-down, head
lowering, but eyes still open, still focused on Vadim's face.
Vadim's
blue eyes in stark contrast to his flushed and sweaty face,
nearly serene in their sudden and complete clarity. Truly
seeing the man he'd accepted as a lover, and Vadim marvelled
at the other man's expression; it wasn't openness or vulnerability
so much as maybe joy, something amazingly human and untainted.
It took
Hooch mere seconds to get himself fully under control once
more, but he'd been there, had lost it as much as he'd ever
be able to in such circumstances; had fed on lust and given
in return. Lowering further until he could kiss Vadim once
more, who kissed back, still amazed and also very lazy. Legs
falling back down, while Hooch one-handed secured the condom
and carefully slid out. Sweat making their bodies glide against
the other's.
Vadim
pulled the pillow from under his ass and instead stuffed it
under his neck too, then reached up to pull Hooch close, in
the last moment not just pulling him close, but merely touch
his neck in an invitation. The hint of a pull, hand running
over Hooch's shoulder, as the Delta followed the invitation.
Rolling off Vadim, but lying close. Bodies touching. Resting
after another glance at the door and a swift check of the
room.
"Strange",
Vadim murmured. "Feels … like I understand …
when I really don't. Do I? No idea."
Nothing
at first, then a dry chuckle, while Hooch's hand moved through
the cooling cum across Vadim's body. Trailing lazily, until
he reached the spent cock. Just lying there, covering. A strange
and affectionate gesture. "Spetsnaz, eh?" That was
all Hooch commented, but when he lifted his head, a hint of
a smile played on his lips. Seemed Vadim understood better
than he was giving himself credit for.
"Vympel,
even", said Vadim. Another act of defiance to flaunt
a word that had been a secret once. Two superpowers outdoing
each other in secrecy and creating killers. He stretched out,
looked at Hooch, his body heavy and resting. A strange, tender
feeling - 'just sex' Dan called it, but Vadim had the odd
feeling that this would stay with him. "All told, you're
much saner than I was at your age … I dealt with it differently.
Both inside the barracks and outside." He reached for
the water bottle and offered it to Hooch, who took a long
draught, while Vadim wiped himself down with a piece of the
blanket, and Hooch wiped his hand before it wandered back
to its resting place. Strangely possessive gesture, and yet
there was nothing demanding about the man who had gone to
his knees and sucked a cock after no more than a single word.
"Different
culture, different traditions," Vadim mused. "Much
changed in the meantime. But I remember the pressure …
that bone-grinding pressure. I wore that mask, and sometimes,
I ripped it off and turned into a savage, screaming for blood
like an animal. Ultimately, that was the only thing that kept
me human." He smiled at Hooch, feeling protective of
this younger killer, hoped against hope that Hooch would remain
saner, never truly descended to that level.
"I
don't flip on the job." Hooch shook his head, before
he rested it on Vadim's shoulder. At ease with the other's
body as if he had known the man for many years. "Just
do what needs to be done." He shrugged and the corner
of his lips twitched once more, the indication of a grin.
"Got my opportunities." And Vadim was undoubtedly
one of them. And Dan. And, it seemed, the kid.
Vadim
nodded, studying Hooch's features. Opportunity. Yes. He'd
been that and more, because Hooch had given so much more and,
reflected Vadim, so had he. He inhaled deeply, a contented
sigh, touching his forehead to Hooch's. Assuming Hooch had
time. He had. Dan's shift would end in the early hours of
the morning. Pulling a double, so he could meet Hooch. Generous,
hard-working Dan. "My watch … I have time."
"Got
a couple hours." Hooch nodded before falling silent.
He had used up his contingency of words, but he didn't fall
asleep. Those eyes of his didn't seem to be able to close.
Letting his hand wander across Vadim's body instead. Slowly,
deliberately, exploring with his fingers what he couldn't
have asked with words. Silently mapping another man's terrain,
and being completely at ease. As much as he ever could.
Vadim
watched him, didn't mind him touching the scars, reading his
muscles, enjoyed in a relaxed, calm way how much appreciation
was in that focus on him. His hand in turn touching lines
of muscles, the round firmness of a shoulder, the stubbly
skin of a throat, the small dark nipple on that sculpted chest,
the navel that sat there, undisturbed, with no scar, no moonscape
of scars and craters, smooth, inviolate, bronzed flesh. Physically
in peak condition, with that disciplined mind, his sharp senses.
What a soldier.
Hooch
remained silent all of the time, while some of it his hand
rested, but his eyes never fully closed. Until it was time
for him to get up, take a leak and wipe himself down with
cold water. He was still watching Vadim as he climbed back
into his clothes. Watching, as he zipped up the parka, and
watching, as he tied his boots. Still looking down at the
naked Vadim on the bed, who'd stretched out comfortably, gazing
at him. Hooch suddenly decided something and fished a pen
out of his jacket, together with a dog eared note pad. Scribbling
down a few lines and numbers, he ripped the sheet off and
put it onto the chair close to the bed. "Be in touch."
Not a request, not even a question. A statement, but not a
demand.
Yes.
Dan had said that Hooch would soon be on his way. Off to fight
his country's wars. Vadim stood, stretched his legs by standing
on his toes for a moment, then crossed the distance and took
Hooch's hand, pressing it, his left hand briefly trailing
the lower arm, touching the skin while returning the gaze.
The barrier was back, the mask, Hooch would leave the room
and be the man his comrades and superiors knew. "I don't
have an address", Vadim murmured, almost as if to apologize.
"But I will be in touch. Godspeed, soldier."
Hooch's
hand remained in Vadim's for a while longer, the grip firm
and steadfast. His lips curled up in his trademark miniature
grin, before he nodded once. "Greet Mad Dog from me."
His grin grew for a second, before his hand slipped out of
Vadim's and he turned and left towards the door. Unlocking
and checking. His back once more showing the constant alertness
and concentration. Control, or his life would be worth nothing.
With
that he left into the night.
Vadim
closed the door, locked it behind the man. He was relaxed,
well fucked, more than that. Something there. Something that
was way beyond 'opportunity', well beyond 'just sex', but
he couldn't place it, couldn't quite name it. He stretched
his arms, shoulders, his back - getting fucked like that always
put a strain on his lower back, just a twinge, but nevertheless
noticeable.
He looked
at the bed, thought he could rest, maybe sleep, but then he
could rest in the tin hut in camp. He got dressed, checked
the time. Two and a half hours until midnight. He'd get a
good solid sleep in before Dan returned. He tidied up the
room - ready for whatever encounter happened here next - then
unlocked the door and returned to camp.
He showered,
got himself a bite to eat, mulling things over, thinking about
Hooch and at the same time vaguely amused that the American
occupied his mind so much. But he did. Vadim did a basic,
short workout, largely based on isometrics, then had another
quick wash, merely freshening up, shaving. Returning to their
tin hut, he cleaned and packed his kit, the mindless routine
of any well-disciplined soldier. Eventually, when everything
was sorted, he lay down, face buried in Dan's pillow, with
Dan's smell on it.
*
* * * * * *
The sound
of vehicles arriving in camp was later than usual. Almost
an hour late, accompanied by the sound of tired voices. Dan
amongst them, with additional duties as team leader, it took
another half hour before his footsteps were finally heard
approaching the hut. Stumbling with tiredness, he was caked
in dust when he entered the hut. Still trying to be quiet,
hoping to find Vadim there and not in the safe house, and
hoping not to wake him, but damn, he was bone weary.
Vadim
woke, pleasantly though, not a start, no terror, no fear.
Just awake, knowing it was Dan. He reached over to switch
on a small light, then stood up, yawning, as Dan smiled at
him, hardly able to stay still without weaving, too drowsy.
"Hey,
sorry Russkie. Didn't mean to wake you." Smiling, he
wiped his eyes, leaving a streak of clean skin in the dirty
face. "Was a shit shift."
"Yeah.
My shift. Don't worry." Vadim helped Dan out of his red
dust caked kit, and slipped into his camo trousers himself
to walk him to the showers. The least he could do, and natural
by now, one of them always helping, covering for the other,
like Dan did for him. One of the perks of being in this place
together.
"Had
a good time?" Dan managed to get out before he was shoved
gently under the hot spray of the shower. Eyes on half-mast.
Vadim
grinned. "Better than yours, I can tell." Taking
Dan's hand and squeezing some shower gel into it. "I'm
afraid I can't wash you in camp. The rest of your team should
hit the showers in a few moments." Well, his team, strictly
speaking. They did arrive soon, all weary like Dan. They'd
been funnier and wittier before the shift started, and Vadim
nodded and waved and dragged Dan back to the tin hut, to towel
him down and tug him into bed.
And Dan
just followed like a puppet, standing with his head drooping
as he was towelled down. When it seemed he had already fallen
asleep, he suddenly raised his head, smiling tiredly, as his
hand went to the back of Vadim's neck. "Was it worth
it?"
Vadim
met his gaze, felt almost caught for a moment, didn't quite
know how to take it, how to understand it. Why did Dan ask?
Worth it? Exchange Dan's work for his pleasure? Was it? "You
were there with me, in that room", he murmured. "He
sends greetings, too."
"No,
that's not what I meant." Dan rested his forehead against
Vadim's, still smiling sleepily. "And I sure as fuck
hope I wasn't there with you. If it's a hot threesome, I'd
like to be there in body as well." He chuckled and even
that sounded tired, giving his voice a raspy softness. "Was
it worth a goddamned double shift? Did you enjoy yourself?
I bloody hope you did. Hooch's a good guy." He added,
with another tired chuckle, "I think."
"He
is. And I did." Vadim opened his arms and pulled Dan
into a tight embrace. Kissing his neck, affectionate kisses
that didn't lead to anything. "I enjoyed myself a lot.
He's a strange guy. But it's good I got to know him a bit
better." Getting Dan down onto the bed, covering him
and still holding him tight, but Dan turned, until they lay
face to face. Not saying anything for a long time, his eyes
closed, breathing evenly. He wasn't asleep, though, his hand
in the back of Vadim's neck, thumb occasionally stroking.
Dan opened
his eyes suddenly, with heavy eyelids. "I do love you,
Russkie. Just so you know." As if Vadim didn't, possibly
couldn't know, and he smiled crookedly.
"I
know. Fuck, I do, too." Vadim kissed Dan's forehead,
his lips, felt that deep tenderness again, but without desperation,
just acceptance, and calm. "Kept … thinking of you,
comparing." He should probably shut up right there. "Nothing
like you, nobody."
"Don't
do that." Dan shook his head, eyes finally succumbing
to tiredness again. "It's alright, aye? Just enjoy what
you can get as long …" and the crooked smile grew
into a grimace for a second, "as long as you love me."
Admitting far more than he had intended. An insecurity he
hadn't known was there, and which vanished as soon as it had
arrived and voiced itself. "Aye?" Murmured.
Vadim
inhaled deeply. Like that was the price. Like being able -
allowed - to do this meant he'd never grow resentful, and
it never touched their love. Liberty the price to pay for
being able to stay together. Was that why Jean was still in
the equation? "I wouldn't stop. Not even if …"
He didn't want other men. Maybe that was one of the reasons
why Dan had encouraged him yesterday, so he tried it, alone,
without Dan involved. Encouraged to take a liberty he hadn't
wanted. But now he did. Now he was glad for it. And Dan had
others. Even if that itched - especially if it was Jean -
if that was a liberty that Dan needed, he'd accept that. They
were both free. No marriage. No exclusive vows, no reason
to turn down an opportunity. That last word was now so tied
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