Chapter 32 Full Circle #2
Charlie turned away from the crowds of uniformed men gathered in and outside the bar to go down a narrow, dark passageway between the nightclub and another rough building.
“A place where you can do more than stare at me with those hazel eyes.” Charlie was pretty sure he sounded confident.
“Excuse me, Corporal?” That haughty prim tone again. But fuck. That height? Those cheekbones? This officer might be an arrogant tosser, but he was the best-looking man in that bar.
“So, are you telling me that you haven’t spent the last two hours sizing me up like I was ice on a hot summer’s day?” Charlie looked knowingly at the bulge in the lieutenant’s trousers.
“I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean.” The lieutenant backed up against the brick wall but didn’t move away. Oh, he definitely knew what Charlie meant.
Charlie was done with games. He stepped forward so that he was only an inch from the other man and could feel his warm breath on his cheek. He reached down and confidently slid his hand up and down. “You might not know what I mean, but your cock does.”
The taller man moaned, actually moaned, and half collapsed against the brick wall with his lips slightly parted. “Jesus Christ.”
The lieutenant must be hard up to be reacting this strongly to having his cock touched.
“Look at you, you’re aching for it, aren’t you?
” Charlie couldn’t believe his own mouth; he didn’t normally talk during his encounters, and never like this.
Something about this man made Charlie want to be more than he normally was.
“Fuck. Touch me like that again.”
Charlie was happy to oblige, but he’d come here for a bit of mutual pleasure, too. “Turnabout is fair play, though.”
Immediately two large hands clasped at the front of Charlie’s trousers, working their way in. “Just let me get these damn buttons open.”
“Shouldn’t be too difficult to find what you’re searching for. Oh fuck, look, you found it.” As the lieutenant’s hands stroked up and down Charlie’s cock, he realised the other man knew exactly what he was doing. Charlie had hit the fucking jackpot.
And then the lieutenant leaned in, putting his mouth on Charlie’s. “What are you doing?” Charlie jerked back, stunned.
“I would have thought it fairly obvious.”
“You like that?” Charlie had never kissed a man before. Kissing wasn’t what chaps did when they came out to the back alleys like this.
“You don’t?” The lieutenant’s tone was respectful. There was no doubt he would stop if Charlie asked.
Charlie thought about it for a moment. The kiss hadn’t been unpleasant. Different from women’s mouths, but still enjoyable, and that was the whole point of meetings like this. “That’s not what I said. Keep doing it.”
They did, kissing each other like their lives depended on it, hands sliding up and down each other’s cocks. Charlie always enjoyed sex, but this was making him want to crawl out of his skin with need.
The lieutenant pulled back again. “Let a chap breathe every once in a while.” Then he dropped to his knees in a smooth movement. “Tell you what, I never liked the turnabout rule.”
Was he going to do what Charlie thought? Normally he had to pay quite a bit of money to have this experience. He didn’t want the officer to know that, so he said, “I thought turnabout was in the officers’ handbook, alongside rowing and Latin.”
“Is sucking cocks in the handbook? I didn’t read it.” That joke would have made Charlie laugh except he was suddenly very, very distracted. The lieutenant was proving he most certainly did not need a handbook.
The man pulled off and gave Charlie a few lazy slow strokes with his hand. “What I was trying to say is that I always found that turnabout rule quite limiting. Whereas I like to be a bit more creative.”
Charlie was past games, or words really. “For the love of mercy, if you’re going to kneel like that, Lieutenant, please stop talking.”
The other man didn’t put his mouth back, even as Charlie’s hips bucked against him. “My name is Ned.”
“What?” Why were they still talking?
“You can call me Ned.” Charlie looked down at the lieutenant—no, Ned—kneeling at his cock, gazing up at him. Like he was someone worth looking at. A shiver ran down Charlie’s spine that wasn’t just from the sex.
He ran his fingers around Ned’s jaw as the other man put his mouth back on Charlie’s cock. “Oh God, Ned, don’t stop. Jesus Christ! Ned!”
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Ned
“I think I should thank you for taking the initiative.” Ned could still taste the corporal in his mouth.
He wanted to lick his lips. Still, he was aghast with himself at what he had done.
Eyeing up an enlisted man, even if he was a walking version of Ned’s sexual fantasies with his broad shoulders and soft curly hair, was one thing.
Following that said sexual fantasy outside, and sucking him off, should have felt like a horrific mistake. Except it didn’t.
“You get what you wanted, Ned?”
Oh Jesus. He had begged the corporal to call him by his first name. Ned flushed, embarrassed at his complete lack of composure, and even worse, in pleasure at hearing his name in that low baritone.
“Most certainly.” Ned managed to say that with some dignity.
“If you say so.” The man shrugged.
Ned needed to pull himself together. He had responsibilities, expectations to meet. He hadn’t gone to war to fuck handsome boys. “We shouldn’t leave together. Do you want to go first?”
The corporal stood up and reached in his pocket for some cigarettes. “My unit is back from the front in a week’s time.”
No. This could not be repeated. Ever. Ned had gone a year without sex, he could go a year more. Yet his voice said, “I look forward to it.”