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“Private Winchester. Any questions left?”
“No, Sir. All clear.”
“You sure? Because there are usually some doubts left once the grand tour of the camp.”
“Positive, Sir.”
“So you don’t want to ask me about what you can do for a little fun?”
“What kind of fun, Sir?”
“Well, our women soldiers don’t really like to share themselves around, but there is this one private who takes it up the ass for everyone. Ever fuck a fag, Winchester?”
“No, Sir. I never had relations with a cigarette bud.”
“Don’t get smart with me, Private.”
“Sorry, Sir. Won’t happen again.”
“It better not,” Corporal Zachariah Adler marched off further into the camp and now Dean was finally free to go.
He had volunteered for the troops and now after a quick and hard drill of three months, he was in Afghanistan, faced with a douchebag officer in charge whose idea of a welcome it was to tell him to screw some unknown guy if he wanted to bust a nut. He had no idea what to do and no clue if it had even been a good idea to come here.
He hadn’t had any more problems with Corporal Adler, but he had learned that he had told him the truth about the gay Private who literally let everyone fuck him as long as they had a condom on themselves. Dean was pretty sure the guy had lost it somehow, and was probably high most of the time, but he had to admit that he was gorgeous too. Dean was fascinated with the guy, who lived three tents down from him. Whenever he had a free moment, he watched him and felt like a stalker after he stared at the man for half an hour while he put out his laundry to dry.
He had gotten caught staring once or twice and had been awarded a smile that actually made Dean a little weak in the knees. Hadn’t Lisa waited at home for his safe return, and he’d met the Private in a bar, he’d probably have taken him home first chance he got.
As things were right now, he didn’t step within ten yards of the guy’s tent in his first week of being here, because everyone who he saw doing so, came out of it adjusting his pants and grinning like an idiot. He knew he wanted to go inside, but he stopped himself whenever he thought that the flirty smile meant that he was invited. He wasn’t that kinda guy. At least not until something happened to make him finally snap.
Dean’s first assignment was rough on him. The destruction caused by gunfire and bombs was greater than he’d ever imagined and he knew he’d either drink until he fell into a coma tonight, or he needed some distraction and so when he saw the other soldier again in the evening, he got up and walked over.
“Mornin’ Winchester,” the man across from him smirked.
Dean only nodded, not wanting to say that the sun was setting, not rising because that might lessen his chance with the other guy.
“There can only be one reason you’re finally just outside of my tent, right?” the other Private smiled, even more gorgeous in the soft light that was so contrasting to the messy ordeal they had all been through.
“Got a condom?”
“Yes,” Dean nodded.
“Right then, follow me.”
Dean was nervous, but so beyond giving a shit right now that he didn’t even flinch when the other Private dragged him into his tent, slipped out of his pants and unzipped Dean’s own, took the condom out of Dean’s palm and leaned out low, sucking Dean until he was hard enough.
“Holy shit, you’re good,” Dean moaned, fisting the other soldier’s hair.
“Thank you,” he grinned up at him, rolling the condom onto Dean’s slick length and sitting down on him after a bare minimum of stretching and slicking his hole up with some spit.
“Woah, don’t you need like more prep for this kinda thing?” Dean asked, astonished at the sudden development of finding himself within the other man so soon.
“Not me, I’m a pro,” the other Private chuckled and started riding Dean’s dick at once.
His hips moved on Dean ferociously, and he couldn’t help but moan and grab the other man’s ass to thrust into him roughly, the tension of the day leaving him, but the tension of orgasm building in turn.
“Fuck you feel good. Come here,” he moaned and dragged the man he was fucking closer by the dog tags around his neck, pressing their lips together hungrily.
“Woah there, Winchester. You’re not gay,” the other Private moaned when he parted their mouths for a second, fisting his cock as he got closer to orgasm himself.
“I don’t know, Novak, I’m balls deep up your ass. Feels pretty gay to me. Now shut up and kiss me. I‘ll make it good,” Dean moaned, his lust palpable, making him bolder than before. He loved sex, knew that it could do wonders for a person.
Yes, maybe he was fucking with a man he didn’t really know right now, but even when he had a one night stand, he liked to kiss and feel close. He couldn’t think of one reason why he shouldn’t kiss Private Novak, and so he pulled him in by his dog tags again.
“If you insist,” Novak smirked at him from up close, riding Dean’s dick harder and making them come in another hot minute, his tongue hot and perfect in Dean’s mouth.
“Mhmm, you were right. That was good,” he purred when he got off Dean, the condom filled and Dean’s dick limp. “You can come by any time, Winchester,” he held the tarpaulin up so Dean could get out.
“What?” Dean blinked, staring at Novak’s perfect, naked ass and his still hard cock. “You haven’t come,” he stated as if the other soldier hadn’t noticed that.
Dean got up on his knees, moving over to where Novak stood and sucked his cock into his mouth at once. He swirled his head, licking and sucking.
“Fucking hell,” he heard a curse above his head and suddenly Novak’s hands were in his hair, fisting it until he came down Dean’s throat, hot and salty.
He wiped his mouth, grinning as he got up and both tugged themselves into their pants again.
“Give me another kiss,” Dean said, feeling drunk of his orgasm, but when he got close to Novak again, he brushed him off.
“You got what you came for, now get out.”
“But you said I could stop by any time. I want that time now, meaning you kiss me til we can go again.”
“Have you got another condom?”
“No, but-”
“Then no deal.”
“But-”
“Come back when you’ve got more,” Novak said brash and businesslike.
“Yeah, ok. I will,” Dean said, his release gone now as he stepped out of Novak’s tent, shivering as the sun sank behind the horizon, and he knew that what he really wanted wasn’t a short fuck to numb the pain, but that he hadn’t wanted to be alone today.
He wanted to spend the night with the gorgeous, dark haired Private out of whose tent he had just come. He didn’t want to fuck the entire time, but wanted to sleep there now that he was satiated. He wanted to feel another person’s warmth around him to fend of the nightmares of burnt and broken children that would surely come tonight.
He felt rejected, and wondered about the fact that Novak didn’t expect to be kissed, or even come, and he had certainly not expected to be shown the door once he shot his load.
He should be angry about Novak assuming so much about him. About him not being gay and only wanting to fuck a willing body within reaching distance, or not even thinking about kissing him until Dean had initiated it, and the fact that he didn‘t even think their fuck was mutual enough for him to gain pleasure from it himself.
But instead of being angry, he was hurt when he thought about what had happened, but he also knew he would be back for more. There was just something about Novak that fascinated him and it had only gotten stronger after having sex with him.