Off Base (Out of Uniform 1)

“Later.” Zack nipped at Pike’s neck. “Later you can say whatever you need to.”

Pike gave a strained laugh, body arching into Zack’s even as his face and voice stayed stern. “Not me. You. You talking. With words. Lots and lots of words.”

Fuck. Zack knew precisely which words Pike was going to want. Goddamn, this day had been shit. Did he get nothing for himself? Pike’s eyes mirrored Zack’s churning emotions—lust and confusion—but there was also something else shiny in Pike’s eyes that looked a lot like hope. Or maybe trust. Like he was counting on Zack to do the right thing here. Fuck. I’m not sure I can.

Pike’s tongue darted out to lick his lips. Probably unconsciously, but damn, Zack wanted. He wanted those lips and that tongue and wanted to believe the promise in Pike’s eyes that the price wasn’t going to be more than he could afford to pay.

“Words. I promise. Just let me... I need...” Zack couldn’t control the shaking of his hands on Pike’s sides, so much want coursing through him that he thought he might ricochet apart any second. Flash. Bang. Done.

“Me too,” Pike said shakily, lowering his hand to Zack’s shoulder. “And this is probably my stupidest idea ever—”

“Talk. Later,” Zack growled, capturing Pike’s mouth in a kiss. He meant the promise but hell if he wanted to think about it right then. He held Pike tight against him, sealing them together. He’d never been aggressive like this with the few girls he’d kissed. Certainly he’d never felt this desperate, this unhinged, this out of control, his mouth hungry and his touch needy.

Pike made a happy sigh in the back of his throat when Zack bit at his lips, and Zack’s cock throbbed. Pike wanted this as much as he did, and that knowledge made Zack’s pulse speed up, lungs struggle for enough air between more kisses. And Pike was far from delicate in his responses—he was enthusiastically meeting Zack kiss for bruising kiss, his fingers digging into Zack’s shoulders as his body arched away from the wall, right into Zack. The terry cloth of his towel rubbed against Zack’s uniform pants, and Zack ground back, meeting hardness with hardness.

The towel got all bunched up. Another thrust and it was fluttering to the floor and holy fuck, Pike was naked against him, and Zack’s dick pulsed as surely as if he’d squeezed it. His mouth found Pike’s shoulder, tasting the clean, damp skin there. But it wasn’t enough. Zack needed... Oh fuck, he wasn’t even sure anymore. He just needed.

Pike made a pained noise and Zack pulled back. “You okay?”

“Yeah. Your pants are just a bit rough and I’m kind of naked here and—”

“Sssh.” Zack stilled him with another kiss before he dropped to his knees, kissing the flat of Pike’s belly where Zack’s buckle had left a mark. He licked the tops of Pike’s thighs, trying to soothe any abraded skin. Something primal and protective surged through him.

Thwap. Pike’s dick batted him in the face. His patch of hair was as red as the hair on his head, while his dick was a soft pink color, darker at the tip, and it painted a wet stripe across Zack’s cheek. So hot. He almost came at the contact alone.

“Sorry.” Pike laughed. “You can ignore it—fuck.”

Experimentally, Zack stretched out his tongue, running it along the smooth underside of Pike’s dick. He’d fantasized about this a thousand times, but he hadn’t captured the pulsing of the shaft, the way Pike got impossibly harder when Zack gripped him so he could do this right. His imagination hadn’t told him about the clean, vaguely coppery taste, saltier near the tip where precome had gathered, and hadn’t prepared him for how much he would need to take Pike in his mouth, dying if he couldn’t suck that uncut head in past his tongue and—

“Fuck.” He recoiled a bit as Pike’s cockhead hit some sensitive place in the back of Zack’s mouth. In his fantasies he most certainly did not have a gag reflex.

“You don’t have to...” Pike shoved at Zack’s shoulders.

“Hell yes, I do.” Zack used his free hand to lock Pike in place against the wall. No way was he quitting this now. He’d eaten more sand and dirt in the past year than most people got in a lifetime. No way was a piddly little thing like a gag reflex keeping him from Pike’s cock.

He tried again, going slower and forcibly slowing his breathing, getting into that focused rifle-range state he’d been in a few minutes ago, all senses honed and ready but under his control. A little more...and there. His lips met his fist, and he concentrated on slowly going lower and lower, opening his fingers one by one.

“Holy fuck.” Pike’s voice had the sort of reverence to it that made Zack’s whole body surge with pride.