Because of The Brave - lanyon Josh - Страница 30

Cheyney’s calm voice came over the intercom. “Six minutes out.”

As Vic unbuckled and moved into kneeling position, he could hear the pilot briefing her crew who were already on their feet, watching the windows, looking out for RPG launches.

Far below Vic could see the pale glimmer of the snowy slopes of the whaleback western ridge of the Shah-i-Kot Valley.

Cheyney finished, “Anybody have any questions? No? Let’s rock and roll.”

Eleven years ago, 1515, Village Motel, Annapolis, Maryland

“Let’s lock and load, baby,” Sean said, squirting a shiny glob of lube on his hands. He rubbed his fingers together, warming the gel.

Vic shifted, trying to get comfortable – like that was even a possibility.

Sean ran his hand lightly over Vic’s ass, stroking him, and then he parted his buttock cheeks, tracing a light finger down his crack – not quite teasing, but not invasive either. Delicately he touched the tight – and clenching tighter –entrance to Vic’s anus.

Vic sucked in a breath. Fists punching sharp indentations in the slick, flowered bedspread and mattress beneath, he looked uneasily over his shoulder. “I don’t know about this.”

Sean’s finger stopped that little stroking motion that was sending butterflies swarming into Vic’s hot, tight belly. “Are you welching on your bet?”

Was he?

Vic stared at Sean’s hard face. Sean would be pissed…but, yeah, he’d let Vic back out of it.

“Fuck no. I just…you do know what you’re doing, right?”

“A damn sight more than you knew when you shoved that canon up my ass the first time.”

Vic blushed. He’d heard loudly and at length how he needed to work on his technique that first time. Well, practice made perfect, and he didn’t get any more complaints about his performance these days. Far from it. Nothing Sean liked better than taking Vic’s dick up his skinny ass.

So why he’d had to suddenly make this into a big deal, turn everything around, insist on that goddamned bet on the Army-Navy Game – and why Vic had had to lose the bet.

“A deal’s a deal,” he said gruffly.

He faced forward again, uncomfortable at the way Sean’s face colored up and his eyes shone more brightly in the subdued hotel lighting.

“You’ll like it, Stoney,” Sean whispered and Vic shivered as Sean’s lips pressed briefly, like warm velvet, to his spine. “You’ll see.”

Cocky sonofabitch. No way was Vic going to like this, although he had to admit to a little curiosity given the way Sean carried on when Vic was fucking him. Racked and helpless – like it was just the best thing in the world to have Vic’s dick shoving in and out of him. He’d even cried a little the first time – and not because Vic had hurt him. They’d both pretended not to notice.

Sean started fingering him again in that embarrassingly intimate, knowing way. Vic jumped.

“Jesus, would you try to relax?”

“I am relaxed!”

Sean laughed, and Vic reluctantly laughed too although he was a little angry at being forced into this.

Okay, in fairness he wasn’t being forced. Sean would accept it if he said he’d changed his mind. He wouldn’t be happy but he’d take it. And he’d still let Vic have him. But…Vic couldn’t do that to him because clearly this meant something to Sean. Proved something. God knew what.

He could feel Sean’s dick, rigid as a snub-nosed lance brushing against his buttocks. His own dick was soft as a limp noodle. In fact if his genitals retreated any further from this assault he’d turn into a girl.

Actually…that felt kind of good, the way Sean’s finger was touching him there, stroking so lightly. The tip of his finger was slippery with oil and it pushed gently into Vic and then pulled out; he was getting a sort of rhythm going and Vic made himself relax into it. His sphincter muscle automatically gripped Sean’s finger – biology kicking in – but the friction wasn’t so bad. Wasn’t bad at all, if he was honest.

Yeah, that was nice…

And Sean was patient. And careful. He pushed his finger in deeply and continued stroking until Vic was actually relaxed enough to permit another finger to slip inside – definitely a weird feeling, but after the initial uncertainty of whether his body would permit this transgression…it sort of felt good. Sean was touching him expertly as though feeling for something…

Vic gasped as a jolt of pure pleasure lit up inside him. All hands on deck. Sean nipped his shoulder, and oddly that felt good too.

“Do that again,” Vic ordered, unevenly.

Sean did it again and Vic gulped. Sean took the opportunity to slide another finger inside Vic’s body.

He was sort of getting used to it now, and he liked the way Sean’s fingers were twisting and stroking inside his body – weird though it was. He’d always liked Sean’s hands.

Sean pulled his fingers out. The bedsprings squeaked beneath as he moved into position, and Vic felt the alien brush of latex as the blunt head of Sean’s dick pushed at the door of his body.

The condom changed everything, made him self-conscious, made him remember what they were doing, what they were risking. He tensed, but Sean

was soothing him with whispers and a caressing hand on his cock. Vic forced himself to relax, he wanted to get this over with now. Sean pushed in.

It hurt. Bright pain flashed behind Vic’s eyes and he briefly considered murdering Sean for raping him, but even as the red tide of fury rose, the pain was easing and a strange quivering awareness replaced it. Not exactly pleasure but…well, not like anything he’d ever felt before.

“Sorry, sorry. It’ll get better, you’ll see,” Sean was whispering, and his hands petted and fondled until Vic’s dick was hard again, and he was relaxed.

The fullness, the sense of being overwhelmed by another body, was disconcerting, but even that wasn’t…bad exactly. Just strange.

Sean moved, sliding in a little further, then pulling out. He cautiously rocked against Vic and Vic cautiously pushed back against him. Sean’s thrusts grew stronger, and Vic shoved back harder, and now they had the rhythm of it, the push pull, the rise and fall.

There was a temptation to wrestle for control, but he could feel Sean’s urgency, his need, and after all, this was about giving Sean what he wanted, so Vic let go and just went with it, let Sean drive it, letting it build speed like a steam engine picking up until it was rocketing along on its own momentum and he couldn’t have stopped it if he’d wanted to.

Strangely, he didn’t want to.

Sean’s cock thrust in and out, faster and harder, and then he changed the angle and Vic felt something like a fireball of intense, fierce physical delight roll up his spine and burst in the back of his skull. At the same time orgasm rushed up through him and he came in hard spurts of milky white.

Sean was still humping against him, making small, desperate sounds, and Vic, still telling himself he just wanted this over and forgotten, rolled his hips and tried twisting back. Sean arched, slamming in and out until he suddenly shouted and Vic could feel that pulse of liquid heat – contained – but there nonetheless.

They collapsed together, a sweating tangle of arms and legs, gasping for breath. Vic felt a crazy sort of triumph that he had managed this, managed to give Sean what he wanted. After he’d caught his breath, he rolled over, groggy with release and weariness, reaching for Sean, pulling him close. Sean crawled clumsily into his arms, burying his head in the curve of Vic’s shoulder and neck.

He was murmuring something hot and emotional into Vic’s skin, the meaning half-blurred by the thundering pulse in Vic’s ears.

“What did you say?” Vic asked uneasily.

But Sean shook his head, denying the words.

Present day, 0220, Somewhere in the Aram Mountain Range, Kunar Province, Afghanistan

The chopper set down in a sparkling power of fresh snow. Vic was the first one down the ramp and out into the thin, cold air, M4 held at ready. His team followed on his heels.