Fort Lenordwood, Missouri was hot as hell in the spring, and even hotter in the summer which happened to be the time that Jensen Ackles arrived for basic training (22 page)

The guys knew it was a bad idea but went anyway.

“This is for our esteemed Airborne gentlemen and for all of us Troopers. If ya know it sing along!”

The band stepped back and grinned. Glasses were passed around to the rest of the guys as they climbed onto the stage.

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Patrick's voice deepened as he began to sing. “
He was just a rookie trooper and he
surely shook with fright
He checked off his equipment and made sure his pack was tight;
He
had to sit and listen to those awful engines roar,
'
You ain't gonna jump no more!'”

Phillip's face broke into a grin as soon as he heard the first note. He held up his cup and the rest followed suit. All four began to sing the chorus: “
Gory, gory, what a
helluva way to die.
Gory, gory, what a helluva way to die.
Gory, gory, what a helluva way to
die.
He ain't gonna jump no more!”

Cheers filled the hall. Old Paratroopers jumped up to sing with the guys. Arms were tossed around shoulders and it seemed the whole hall was swaying to the song.

Ryan thought it was fitting that Patrick sang “Blood on the Risers.” Phillip thought it was a gutsy song choice given it was about Paratroopers.

But Patrick made up for his choice by starting his second song.

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“Around her hair she wore a yellow ribbon. She wore it in the springtime. In the merry
month of May. And if you ask her why the heck she wore it. She wore it for her soldier who was
far, far away
.”

The other four sang the chorus. “
Far away, far away. She wore it for her soldier
who was far, far away”

By the end of Patrick's impromptu sing-a-long everyone was smiling. The guys jumped down and sauntered off toward their table. Kenneth was holding Sandy loosely in his arms, and Tory was laughing at a joke he was telling.

“WE have returned. I sounded awesome, didn't I baby?” Alexander giggled, snuggling in close to his wife.

“You did...you did. Very sexy, baby. If you're not too drunk it will totally get you laid.” Tory laughed.

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Alexander cheered and the other guys laughed.

“When are you two going to put each other out of your misery and get it on?”

Sandy asked, watching Phillip and Ryan rub against each other.

“I dunno. Ryan is all 'bout takin’ it all sloooow,” Phillip complained.

“Bullshit. Phillip said 'Ryan, I wanna do this right.'” Ryan giggled when Sandy snorted.

Phillip rolled his eyes and cupped the back of Ryan's head. He pulled Ryan against him and laid a kiss on his lips that had everyone hooting and hollering.

“Alright, now
that's
what I'm talkin' about!” Tory yelled.

Sandy high-fived her and let out a shrill whistle.

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Kenneth made gagging noises.

Alexander was cheering over the fact that he was definitely getting laid.

Patrick was grinning and clapping.

Mark just rolled his eyes. “See, y'all get them wound up and I have to pour water on them. I'm not liking this. Law of averages says at some point they are going to beat my ass.”

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Phillip's hand slipped beneath the overcoat onto the crisp white cotton shirt.

“Fuck, you're way overdressed,” he muttered.

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“Blame the Army,” Ryan said as he shrugged out of the overcoat. He got Phillip's blue overcoat halfway off before he attacked the larger man’s throat. His tongue and teeth were doing equal time in tearing apart Phillip's neck. He pushed the older man against the wall with a grunt. Shaking hands slid down to the gold belt buckle and undid it. He sunk to his knees, taking Phillip's pants down easily. Phillip moaned when Ryan's mouth began to nip and lick at the flesh that was slowly being bared.

Phillip's hands tore at his own bowtie, and shredded the white shirt he wore until it hung in rags around his massive shoulders. “Fuck, Ryan. Come on,” he hissed.

“No, we're gonna play a game,” Ryan said, grinning at the man. “See that wall?”

He nodded toward the wall Phillip was leaning against. “You're gonna put your hands above your head and against the wall. If they move Phil, I'll stop. Trust me when I say you don't want me to stop.” Ryan rose easily and kissed Phillip's Adams apple. “Oh Phillip, the things I wanna do to you. I'm going to suck you off and make you scream.”

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He laughed when the cock against his blue pants jumped. “Want me to suck your cock, baby?” His voice was so much deeper than normal. It was rough and Ryan could tell it was driving Phillip completely bat-shit crazy.

“I don't play well by the rules, Ryan. But I'll give you ten minutes,” Phillip said roughly. “Ten minutes and then I'm gonna fuck you hard.”

Ryan laughed. “You're not in control here, Sgt. Grabowski.” He dropped back to his knees and played with the sexy white briefs Phillip wore. He mouthed over the other man's cock, blowing his heated breath right onto the already steaming heat of Phillip.

He slipped his thumbs between flesh and cotton. He tugged them, moving only to pull them down to Phillip's ankles. As he moved back toward Phillip's middle he kissed up from tight calves to strong knees, up to muscled thighs. He kissed everywhere except the one place Phillip wanted him to.

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“I swear to God if you don't fucking suck me I'm going to--”

Phillip cut off with a gasp when a wet mouth surrounded his cock.

He looked down at Ryan and warm hazel eyes caught sparkling, green ones.

Ryan just sucked the tip of his cock into his mouth, tonguing around the tip and dipping into the slit. Ryan could already taste Phillip's precome; it made him hot as fuck. His hands slid up and down those well-muscled thighs around to an ass so tight you could bounce a quarter off it and have two dimes and a nickel come back. With an agonizing slowness Ryan sank down, allowing the cock to go back further and further into his throat. He didn't stop until his nose was buried in crisp little hairs.

Phillip let out a sound that almost sounded like he was in pain.

“Fuck..Jesus..fucking..Christ!” He gasped as Ryan began to bob up and down on his cock. “Fucking..William..Was..fucking..right.. You have cock-sucking lips...holy fucking shit...”

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Ryan growled when Phillip mentioned William's name. He knew that the vibration around Phillip would make the man moan but still, cock-sucking manners did not allow a man to say another man's name while his lover was sucking him off. He stopped moving and slapped Phillip's thigh.

“Ry...fuck damn.” Phillip winced. His hands still stayed above his head.

“Sorry...but you do have the prettiest fucking mouth I’ve ever seen.”

Ryan purred at that and returned to his slow torture of Phillip's cock. He slipped his mouth off and sucked on two fingers. He grinned when Phillip shook his head.

“My sucking…My way,” Ryan said primly and then didn't give Phillip any chance to think. He slipped his mouth over him again, deep-throating him until Phillip would have agreed to dress in the red dress Sandy had worn to the ball. One hand slipped behind Phillip and parted his ass cheeks with wet fingers. Another reached under the heavy cock and cupped his balls gently. When Phillip relaxed Ryan slipped 420

his middle finger around the heady flesh until he could push the tip into the other man.

He massaged the flesh and continued the bobbing of his head. Up and down he went so slowly that Phillip's hips began to move, demanding him to go faster. While Phillip fucked his face Ryan ever so slowly finger-fucked his ass.

It was fucking heaven.

He pushed a little deeper until Phillip began to whimper and make little sounds warning the smaller man to stop but not really wanting him to. All of it stopped when Ryan stroked Phillip's prostate.

Phillip let out a yell that rattled the windows. He cursed and bucked forward. If Ryan hadn't been ready he would have surely gagged.

When it all became too much to bear Phillip turned away from the wall and pulled Ryan off his cock and winced ever so slightly when the finger was pulled out of him.

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“Fuck. That mouth should be fucking illegal.” He growled as they changed their positions. Ryan was rock-hard. He couldn't help it but the smell, taste and sounds Phillip made had him nearly coming in his own pants.

“I wasn't done,” Ryan said, his voice unnaturally calm.

“Oh yeah you are.” A big hand reached down and cupped him through the pants. “Now I'm gonna fuck you good.”

A firm hand caught his. Ryan grinned. “Who said
you
were in charge?” He laughed when Phillip growled at him. It was like laughing at a tiger when you're holding a bloody steak in front of him. But Ryan didn't care.

He pushed Phillip away and the other man came roaring back, pushing him and holding Ryan imprisoned against the wall with his body.

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“Phil, do you want to stop?” Ryan asked, grinning.

“The fuck you say?” Phillip growled.

“You're gonna fuck me…But I'm the fucking driver,” Ryan growled back.

Phillip actually sighed. He looked at Ryan through veiled eyes. “I hate you.”

“No you don't.” Ryan began to take his clothes off and pointed at the clothing still pooled around Phillip's ankles. “You should get rid of those.”

The older man pulled off the clothing and glared at the younger one.

Ryan grabbed Phillip by the hand and led them both into Phillip's bedroom.

“Tell me you have lube and condoms.”

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Phillip grinned. “I should be a dick and tell you I don't. But then I wouldn't get laid and that would seriously piss me off.” He pointed at the dresser. “Top shelf.”

Ryan walked to it naked as the day he was born, having left his clothing on the floor in Phillip's hallway. He turned and looked at Phillip. He opened the dresser drawer, pulling out both lube and condoms. Slowly he walked back to the bed where the man had sprawled out like some sort of fucked-out Sex God. He stopped only to prop a foot against the bed. With agonizing slowness he slipped a hand behind himself.

He played with his own hole, moaning at the touch.

Phillip groaned.

Ryan watched as Phillip's own hand came forward and began to stroke his own cock. There was nothing more attractive than watching a man handle himself. Ryan would gladly watch Phillip masturbate some other time, though. He had plans.

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He left his ass alone so he could pour lube onto two of his fingers. He returned them to his entrance and began to push one inside of himself. He moaned at the pressure rocking his hips back to meet his own touch. When he couldn't bear it any more he pulled his finger out. Lubing up again, this time he pushed two fingers in.

Phillip's breathing was erratic. His jerks became slower...harsher…as if he was trying to stave off his orgasm. “Fuck. You. Are. Fucking. Beautiful,” he growled. Ryan could tell this was trying Phillip's patience but he still slowly fingered himself. His free hand went to his cock and began stroking it.

Ryan's moans echoed Phillip's. They were both on the edge. They both needed more. When Ryan finally had enough playing he crawled up the bed and captured Phillip's lips, demanding the other man open his mouth to his questing tongue. When it was given Ryan planted his legs on either side of Phillip's thighs. When the kiss was no longer enough Ryan grabbed the condom and ripped it open. He slipped it down Phillip's throbbing cock and lubed him up thoroughly. One hand reached down and 425

grabbed Phillip's cock. He didn't take his time this time. He slammed himself down onto Phillip.

He moaned and keened high in both pain and pleasure. “Fucking shit...

goddamn... fucking... FUUUUCK Phillip!” He gasped against the man’s firm lips.

“Fuck..Fucking hell. Ryan...God, don't fucking move. Don't you fucking move!”

Phillip demanded.

Both men paused just enough to get themselves under control. Ryan went back to kissing Phillip and felt his erection bob heavily. He began to slowly move. They both groaned. His hips pushed forward and then pulled backwards.

“God...Ryan...Feels sooo good,” Phillip breathed.

Ryan angled his hips and pushed down, feeling Phillip rub against his prostate.

“Fuck!” Ryan hissed. “Been waiting sooo long. Want you to fill me up.” He groaned.

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Their movements were jerky until they settled into a rhythm that made both of them moan, whimper and beg each other for completion.

Phillip's hands slipped up and stroked Ryan's cock. It proved to be his undoing.

He was knocking against his prostate with every thrust. Phillip's hand was hot and heavy against him. He didn't stand a chance. He came with a cry. Phillip surged forward, wrapping his arm around Ryan's waist. He took over the thrusting. He sat up, bringing Ryan forward. Ryan tried to keep the rhythm he had set up going but Phillip jerked and spasmed. He filled the condom with a hard cry.

Moments later both men collapsed against each other. Phillip lay back pulling Ryan onto his chest. “Freckles...you're not allowed to do that anymore. I think you're trying to fucking kill me.”

Ryan chuckled and blew out a deep breath. “Yeah, you were fucking pretty hard with me too there, buddy.”

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“Uh huh. And you loved every fucking second.”

“Yup.” Ryan was too fucked-out to lie.

“Hang on. Let me get this rubber off.” Phillip pushed Ryan off and sat up to pull the condom off. Tying it off, he threw it into the trash can beside his bed.

“That was worth the wait.” Ryan yawned.

“And this time we get to wake up and do it again in the morning,” Phillip said smiling. They lay back snuggled against each other.

Sleep found them sooner rather than later.

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