Off Base (Out of Uniform 1)

He sucked Pike’s dick into his mouth, tongue dragging along the underside in the way he knew Pike liked. Sure enough, Pike moaned, low and lusty.

“Fuck. This isn’t...a requirement...fuck.”

“Not going for an A in fucking, Professor.” Zack released Pike’s dick, letting it flop back against Pike’s belly, painting a wet stripe that was sexy as fuck. “Just love sucking you. Love the sounds you make.”

“Ah. In that case, knock yourself out.” Never shy about what he wanted, Pike rolled his hips, making his dick brush Zack’s mouth.

Zack did just that, sucking Pike a good long time, teasing and playing the game where he tried to see how deep he could go. Finally, though, his fingers got curious, venturing over Pike’s balls, stroking the smooth skin behind them, dipping lower—

“Lube!” Pike gasped the reminder as Zack continued to suck his dick, fingers tracing light circles around Pike’s rim.

Reluctantly, Zack let go of Pike’s dick, fumbling for the bottle of lube. Simply feeling the tightly puckered skin under his fingertip was a rush, but he wanted more.

“Don’t be stingy with the lube. No such thing as too much.” Pike was still in educator mode, so Zack stretched up, trying to kiss that impulse right out of Pike’s head.

When he sat back up, he did follow the tip, squirting out a generous glop of lube, making sure his fingers were slippery before he returned them to Pike’s ass. Kneeling between Pike’s legs, he forced them open wider so that he could watch his first two fingers move in more purposeful circles, pressing in a little.

Pike helped him out, drawing his legs back even further and rocking up to meet Zack’s questing fingers. Experimentally, Zack pressed a little harder, loving the way Pike moaned.

“That. Yeah. Push inside...slow...steady.” Pike gasped between his words. “Need you.”

“Need you too.” Even as his heart reached out to Pike’s, Zack couldn’t take his eyes off his fingers slowly sinking into Pike, skin stretching, muscle gripping him like a vise. Smooth. Hot. Pike.

He was inside someone else. The trust that symbolized humbled him like nothing else ever had. He slid his fingers back and forth, shivers racing through him at the thought of doing that same motion with his cock.

“Curve...your fingers,” Pike panted.

Zack followed the suggestion, and Pike thrashed like he’d been tased, muttering and cursing as Zack found some sort of magic spot up inside. Holy hell. His own ass clenched. Yeah, he might not mind trading places with Pike sometime if it meant finding out what the heck that was.

Going on instinct about what would feel good, he tried different thrusts and angles, varying his speed, scissoring his fingers, rubbing and tapping that spot, until sweat rolled down Pike’s face as he begged and moaned.

“Please. Now. Condom.”

“Okay.” Zack took a shaky breath. He fumbled the condom until Pike sat up to help, slathering his cock with lube in the process.

“Go slow,” Pike urged as he lay back down, shoving the pillows behind his head so that he was staring straight into Zack’s eyes.

Slow. Slow was going to be hard. Zack breathed deeply, trying to find the quiet place inside that steadied him on the rifle range or when navigating unfamiliar terrain. However, he’d never faced a challenge quite like this. You can do this. Make it good for him. He trusts you.

That trust was everything—Pike’s soft eyes, the way he pulled his legs back and up, the little grin he offered Zack, like he was totally confident that Zack could do this right.

Holding Zack’s ass in one hand, he steadied his cock with the other, slowly, slowly, pressing forward. Pike’s eyes drifted shut and his mouth tightened, and right when Zack was about to suggest they forget this whole thing and go back to what worked, he felt the muscle give, his dick sliding forward into the warm, tight heat. He rocked his hips, inching forward and back, Pike relaxing more into the contact with each small thrust.

“Oh. Fuck.” Zack’s whole body shuddered. He wasn’t half in, and pleasure still licked at his every nerve ending.

“Zack.” Pike reached a hand out, seeking Zack’s body.

“Yeah. I got you.” And he did. He had Pike in a way he’d never had anyone else. It felt almost sacred, Pike trusting him this much, Pike letting him see his need. He leaned forward so Pike could touch his arms and chest, sliding in a little deeper as he did so. Something about that movement must have brushed that spot up inside Pike, because his head fell back as he moaned.

“Do that again. Like that.”

This time Zack deliberately aimed for the spot that seemed to make Pike fly, and sure enough Pike grabbed him hard, legs wrapping around him, pulling him closer. God bless whatever hippie stretching exercises Pike favored, as that flexibility let Zack get his thighs under Pike, almost bending him in half so that their mouths could meet.