On Point (Out of Uniform 3)

“You should.” Maddox didn’t have any particular urge to get ink or piercings himself, but he’d always admired the large anchor on Ben’s biceps and his other, smaller tats. Ben with little rings in his nipples would be hot.

“Maybe I will.” Ben’s hand crept down to circle his patch of hair, skating the base of his cock. “Once I’m hard, I can either go hard and fast or slow and tease it out—depends on what I have time for.”

“You have time for slow,” Maddox said, not wanting this to be done yet. “Tell me what you think about when you stroke.”

He couldn’t believe he was bold enough to ask that, but apparently being harder than one of the fence posts back home loosened his tongue.

Ben’s smile was a wicked, wicked thing. He palmed his cock, giving it a few deliberate strokes before answering. “Depends. I know you think I’m freaky like all leather harnesses and sex swings, but I usually think about getting someone off, the sounds he’d make as I railed him...” Ben sharply inhaled as his grip tightened.

Maddox gasped too. Even without touching himself, his body buzzed as if he’d gotten kickback from one of his rifles—adrenaline jumping, muscles tensed and braced for the next round.

“You think about me ever?” Ben’s eyes were intent on Maddox. All the time. Even when I knew I shouldn’t. The confession died in his throat, but maybe Ben could see it in his eyes because Ben gave a sly smile. “I’ve thought about you.”

“Yeah?” Maddox’s voice was hoarse, eyes riveted to Ben’s.

“Sucking you.” Ben’s eyes swept down Maddox’s torso, landing on Maddox’s cock which was straining toward his hand. “Don’t touch yourself. I want to suck you after I come all over you.”

Maddox moaned his approval.

“Yeah. That’s right. I want to taste you. I’ve thought about it. So much.” Ben’s hand sped up. “Love that you want me to come on you. So dirty. I want to mark you.”

“You did.” Maddox’s hand went to his neck where he’d discovered faint marks that morning.

“More.” Ben panted. “Fingerprints and beard burn and love bites and come—want it all.”

“Yeah.” Maddox wanted that too.

“Thought about fucking you too. Would you like that?” Ben’s tone said he already knew the answer, and Maddox just groaned in reply. Yes. Yes, he wanted that in some secret, dirty part of himself where his deepest fantasies lived, the ones he couldn’t voice aloud. “Yeah, yeah you would. Want to be inside you so bad.”

Maddox’s hand crept back toward his dick, but Ben made a warning noise. “Please,” Maddox begged, not recognizing his own voice. “I need it.”

“Oh you’ll get it.” Ben’s eyes flashed dark as he reached down, cupped his heavy balls. Maddox’s mouth watered. He wanted to lick him right there. “I’m gonna come soon. You want that?”

“Yes. Come on me.” Unbidden, Maddox’s torso strained toward Ben. This was a thousand times hotter than anything his fevered brain could dream up.

“Can I lick it off you? That too dirty for you?” Ben’s laugh said he knew it wasn’t.

“Do it.” Maddox growled. “Please.”

“You ask so nicely.” Ben’s eyes fluttered closed, and he moaned. “Getting close. Get me there. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

Driven out of his head with lust, Maddox’s tongue was finally unhinged. “Want you to fuck me. Use me. Want your come.”

“Yes.” Ben’s groans filled the room. “That’s right. Gonna fuck you so good. Make you moan for my dick.”

“Ooooh.” Maddox moaned like he was the one about to come, and from the way his dick throbbed, that wasn’t outside the realm of possibility.

“Don’t you dare come,” Ben warned. “I want that dick all for me.”

This was the hottest, dirtiest thing Maddox had ever done and he had to clamp down hard on the urge to stroke himself—wouldn’t take much to get him there.

Ben started making little choking noises, and when the first splash of hot come hit his stomach, he panted right along with Ben.

“That’s it,” he urged as Ben rocked back on his heels, more ropes of come painting Maddox’s chest and abs.

“Mmmm.” Ben gave a self-satisfied smile. “Damn. Your turn now.”

And before Maddox could tell him that he didn’t need to, that he was a brush of his palm away from going off, Ben had grabbed a pillow, shoved it behind his shoulder, and stretched out next to Maddox. His tongue lapped at Maddox’s stomach, cleaning up the spunk. “Told you I’m dirty.”

“I’m not complaining.” Maddox gasped as Ben’s tongue went lower to swipe at the base of his dick.

He’d been blown before of course, but this was Ben and he had to seriously recite rifle gauges in his head to keep from climaxing when Ben licked his shaft. “Not gonna last,” he warned Ben. “Sorry—”

Ben’s laugh cut him off. “You turned on enough to shoot fast isn’t something to apologize for. Go on. Want to get you off.”