Culture Lesson
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sonora_conejaPairing: BA/Face
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: none
Summary: Fill for this prompt on the kink meme.
The above fill by dark_morgaine has left me aching for BA/Face. I'm also writing some at the moment, so it seems to be my flavour of the week!
Anyhow, I'd love to see some need-you-now frantic can't-even-stop-to-get-undressed-properly sex, while still in the army (because DADT is a big old kink of mine). Please and thanks, anons :D
Face gets bored in a briefing. He’s such a little boy sometimes. BA gets distracted.
BA looks up from his chair in the back of the briefing room as Face digs a sharp elbow into his side. There's some asshole captain at the front, in fucking Class-As no less, droning away about headscarves and pork and a bunch of other cultural nonsense they've sat through a dozen times before. Nor even Hannibal's truly impressive pull can get them out of these.
"Why'd you wake me up, fool?" he growls at Face, who's the very picture of military standards in his one clean uniform, smiling innocently. Right, innocent, BA thinks to himself as a hand comes to rest on the hard plastic between them.
And he realizes right then it's probably been about two weeks since any of them were able to properly bend their resident sybarite over and fuck him senseless. Shit. Hannibal was pretty damn clear on that being an additional duty in his unit...
Avoid situations like this, evidently.
"What, BA, you don't like our Afghani sensitivity training? It's critical to our mission here..."
Face's fingers are wiggling a little now, creeping up over the top of his thigh, sending a shot of heat right through him, red hot and hard. Damn, the lieutenant looks so good in that uniform, he really does...
"All I need to know who I'm supposed to shoot," he says, considering slapping that hand away before anyone else notices. But it's already gone, a couple of the sergeants around them snickering at BA's comment.
The captain at the front of the room just keeps on talking.
"Hendricks," Face says, leaning over BA's shoulder, breath ghosting over the black man's cheek in a decidedly provocative manner. "Poor bastard's been here on two tours now. Still hasn't been outside the wire."
"Fool don't get to ruin my day just cause he's pissy," BA grunts, the lieutenant's perfect frame pressing just a little too close. That hand's back, too, kneading him through the digi-print camo, wandering, teasing over his cock, down his leg, under the edge of his blouse and undershirt to hit bare skin...
For thirty more minutes.
By the time the captain opens it up for questions, young soldiers asking about the real necessity of eating goat in the name of cultural solidarity, BA's struggling to breath. When the captain's done and everyone starts filing out, BA clamps down hard on Face's wrist. The other man looks up at him, a smirk playing on his handsome features.
Yeah, he knows he's winning, and BA can't stand that crap.
"We get out of here," he whispers as they stand up, praying his erection isn't showing through the folds of his uniform, "I am gonna fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk for a week."
"Ooh, saucy," Face teases, but keeps BA firmly in place as the briefing room drains. When it's almost completely empty, the lieutenant gives him a wink and a little tug and before BA knows what's going on, the damn fool's got them both bundled back and away into the small projection booth.
"Face..." Ba growls as the lieutenant locks the door definitively and grins wolfishly. Aw, no, he's on his knees now, palms pressed out in unmistakable suggestion on BA's hips.
"Fool! I said when we got out of here..."
"Good thing we got ourselves a semi-permanent building here and not some damn tent," Face observes, casual, like he's not undoing another man's belt and sliding another man's uniform down just enough in an active war zone, the pressure released as another man's cock springs free. "I guess we could wait... oh, no, look at that. Guess not."
BA wants to protest again, but he can't quite seem to help the way his hips almost snap forward and his fists grab hair as the heat from the lieutenant's mouth engulfs him in one smooth motion. "Goddamn it..."
Face is still grinning, his tongue shorting out any further words of protest or encouragement, his cheeks hollowing slightly, moaning, sending vibrations through BA's body, one hand catching in the fabric against his teammate's still clothes chest, setting every nerve on fire, and he's close, so close...
Then Face is rocking back on his heels as BA yanks on his hair, pulling his loose.
"Fool, you wanna get us kicked out?"
The lieutenant, lips swollen and sweating just a little bit between the heat and the exertion, smiles and rises gracefully to his feet and backs himself up against a thin plywood wall, sensuous. How dies he move like that? It makes BA feel like a complete klutz in comparison, always does, so he goes for brute strength, per the norm, and pushes the lieutenant back a little more, hand heavy. He can feel the other man's chest hammering.
"You crazy," he grunts.
"You know you want to."
And he really does. Really, really does. "Don't you dare make any noise," he hisses and flips Face around.
There's no time for anything better than spit, no way to do anything more than pull that camo off that perfect ass, no patience from either of them for anything more than a quick finger, and Face is tight, really tight, like he always is, and BA doesn't want to stop but considers it as Face braces himself against the nearest bare stud. "What're waiting for, corporal?" he teases, and there goes the last of BA's self control.
He pushes in, hard and fast, and Face has pulled his shirt up into his mouth to prevent the usual scream. The first time he did this, BA had worried about it, until Hannibal assured him that the kid enjoyed it like this, hard and fast and rough.
The bigger man sets a brutal pace, thrusting into Face with everything he's got, both of them knowing this isn't going to take long at all, both too hard for it to be otherwise, the thought of where they are making it all somehow much, much hotter.
When BA feels himself getting close, he wraps one hand around Face's own cock, eliciting a muffled groan of pleasure. One, twice, then one more good pump and the lieutenant's spilling over his hand, boneless. He holds the other man up against him effortlessly, and bites down hard on the proffered shoulder to avoid screaming out his own release. The world grays a bit around the edges and everything blanks.
BA shakes himself back awake as Far is pulling his pants back up. The lieutenant's still grinning, but now it's a little wanton, calm, fucking self-satisfied, and he kisses BA lightly on the cheek as he fastens his belt and tugs the hem of his top back down. They're both soaked, but he's pretty sure that's going to evaporate the second they hit the afternoon outside, and no one will ever be the wiser.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: none
Summary: Fill for this prompt on the kink meme.
The above fill by dark_morgaine has left me aching for BA/Face. I'm also writing some at the moment, so it seems to be my flavour of the week!
Anyhow, I'd love to see some need-you-now frantic can't-even-stop-to-get-undressed-properly sex, while still in the army (because DADT is a big old kink of mine). Please and thanks, anons :D
Face gets bored in a briefing. He’s such a little boy sometimes. BA gets distracted.
BA looks up from his chair in the back of the briefing room as Face digs a sharp elbow into his side. There's some asshole captain at the front, in fucking Class-As no less, droning away about headscarves and pork and a bunch of other cultural nonsense they've sat through a dozen times before. Nor even Hannibal's truly impressive pull can get them out of these.
"Why'd you wake me up, fool?" he growls at Face, who's the very picture of military standards in his one clean uniform, smiling innocently. Right, innocent, BA thinks to himself as a hand comes to rest on the hard plastic between them.
And he realizes right then it's probably been about two weeks since any of them were able to properly bend their resident sybarite over and fuck him senseless. Shit. Hannibal was pretty damn clear on that being an additional duty in his unit...
Avoid situations like this, evidently.
"What, BA, you don't like our Afghani sensitivity training? It's critical to our mission here..."
Face's fingers are wiggling a little now, creeping up over the top of his thigh, sending a shot of heat right through him, red hot and hard. Damn, the lieutenant looks so good in that uniform, he really does...
"All I need to know who I'm supposed to shoot," he says, considering slapping that hand away before anyone else notices. But it's already gone, a couple of the sergeants around them snickering at BA's comment.
The captain at the front of the room just keeps on talking.
"Hendricks," Face says, leaning over BA's shoulder, breath ghosting over the black man's cheek in a decidedly provocative manner. "Poor bastard's been here on two tours now. Still hasn't been outside the wire."
"Fool don't get to ruin my day just cause he's pissy," BA grunts, the lieutenant's perfect frame pressing just a little too close. That hand's back, too, kneading him through the digi-print camo, wandering, teasing over his cock, down his leg, under the edge of his blouse and undershirt to hit bare skin...
For thirty more minutes.
By the time the captain opens it up for questions, young soldiers asking about the real necessity of eating goat in the name of cultural solidarity, BA's struggling to breath. When the captain's done and everyone starts filing out, BA clamps down hard on Face's wrist. The other man looks up at him, a smirk playing on his handsome features.
Yeah, he knows he's winning, and BA can't stand that crap.
"We get out of here," he whispers as they stand up, praying his erection isn't showing through the folds of his uniform, "I am gonna fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk for a week."
"Ooh, saucy," Face teases, but keeps BA firmly in place as the briefing room drains. When it's almost completely empty, the lieutenant gives him a wink and a little tug and before BA knows what's going on, the damn fool's got them both bundled back and away into the small projection booth.
"Face..." Ba growls as the lieutenant locks the door definitively and grins wolfishly. Aw, no, he's on his knees now, palms pressed out in unmistakable suggestion on BA's hips.
"Fool! I said when we got out of here..."
"Good thing we got ourselves a semi-permanent building here and not some damn tent," Face observes, casual, like he's not undoing another man's belt and sliding another man's uniform down just enough in an active war zone, the pressure released as another man's cock springs free. "I guess we could wait... oh, no, look at that. Guess not."
BA wants to protest again, but he can't quite seem to help the way his hips almost snap forward and his fists grab hair as the heat from the lieutenant's mouth engulfs him in one smooth motion. "Goddamn it..."
Face is still grinning, his tongue shorting out any further words of protest or encouragement, his cheeks hollowing slightly, moaning, sending vibrations through BA's body, one hand catching in the fabric against his teammate's still clothes chest, setting every nerve on fire, and he's close, so close...
Then Face is rocking back on his heels as BA yanks on his hair, pulling his loose.
"Fool, you wanna get us kicked out?"
The lieutenant, lips swollen and sweating just a little bit between the heat and the exertion, smiles and rises gracefully to his feet and backs himself up against a thin plywood wall, sensuous. How dies he move like that? It makes BA feel like a complete klutz in comparison, always does, so he goes for brute strength, per the norm, and pushes the lieutenant back a little more, hand heavy. He can feel the other man's chest hammering.
"You crazy," he grunts.
"You know you want to."
And he really does. Really, really does. "Don't you dare make any noise," he hisses and flips Face around.
There's no time for anything better than spit, no way to do anything more than pull that camo off that perfect ass, no patience from either of them for anything more than a quick finger, and Face is tight, really tight, like he always is, and BA doesn't want to stop but considers it as Face braces himself against the nearest bare stud. "What're waiting for, corporal?" he teases, and there goes the last of BA's self control.
He pushes in, hard and fast, and Face has pulled his shirt up into his mouth to prevent the usual scream. The first time he did this, BA had worried about it, until Hannibal assured him that the kid enjoyed it like this, hard and fast and rough.
The bigger man sets a brutal pace, thrusting into Face with everything he's got, both of them knowing this isn't going to take long at all, both too hard for it to be otherwise, the thought of where they are making it all somehow much, much hotter.
When BA feels himself getting close, he wraps one hand around Face's own cock, eliciting a muffled groan of pleasure. One, twice, then one more good pump and the lieutenant's spilling over his hand, boneless. He holds the other man up against him effortlessly, and bites down hard on the proffered shoulder to avoid screaming out his own release. The world grays a bit around the edges and everything blanks.
BA shakes himself back awake as Far is pulling his pants back up. The lieutenant's still grinning, but now it's a little wanton, calm, fucking self-satisfied, and he kisses BA lightly on the cheek as he fastens his belt and tugs the hem of his top back down. They're both soaked, but he's pretty sure that's going to evaporate the second they hit the afternoon outside, and no one will ever be the wiser.
