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The bunks are lonely in basic. Jack and Brock have kissed before, behind the barrack buildings and the mess hall and sometimes up against the rope obstacles, but they haven’t gone too far beyond that other than quick hand jobs in the shower. Brock is aching for something more, for the feeling of another body pressed against his.
One night, he climbs into Jack’s bunk, collapsing on top of him and making him grunt in surprise. “Hey,” he whispers, when Jack stares incredulously at him. When Jack is obviously still waiting for an explanation, he shrugs easily and snuggles up to the much taller soldier. “Got lonely. Thought you might want some company.” He winks and presses his hips against Jack’s leg and then the other gets it. He shrugs, mumbles a quick ‘sure’ and rolls onto his back so Brock’s hips are settled against his.
Brock starts to roll above him, dragging their hips together and Jack helps him, sliding his hands over Brock’s ass and guiding him. They’re hard and Brock is panting wetly against his mouth, but he spaces out a little during. It feels nice and he likes the choked sounds his friend makes, but otherwise, he’d just as well rather be sleeping together than doing this. But he feels that way with everyone he’s fooled around with. It’s all ok, but it’s nothing special.
It’s been quite awhile since they’ve had time to do anything like this and so it doesn’t take long before Brock is growling against his lips and spilling between them. He swears and apologizes and reaches for Jack’s cock, but Jack kisses him again and pulls his hand away. “It’s fine, Brock. Just go to sleep.”
Brock almost seems offended. “Come on, Rollins, I’m sorry. It’s been too long. I’ll get you off too. Want me to use my mouth? I’ll make it good for you.” And he sounds so earnest that Jack almost lets him. When he shakes his head, Brock starts to pull away from him and Brock can make out a hurt expression on his face. “What did I do?”
Jack reaches out to pull Brock back down on the bed and while he resists a little, he eventually caves and lets himself fall against Jack’s chest, sliding between his legs where the erection is already flagging. “I just… I don’t like sex all that much.” No one’s ever asked him before, but it feels good and a little frightening to say it out loud.
Brock tenses in his arms and Jack waits for him to push away and abandon him. But he only sounds worried when he opens his mouth. “Did I make you do all this? Make you feel like you had to?” He speaks quietly, his voice small as he presses his forehead into Jack’s neck, and Jack can’t help but rub his hands up his back and into his hair.
“Of course not, Brock. You’re my friend. And I… I can have sex I just don’t really care about it.” It’s not easy to explain. He doesn’t hate it exactly. He loves kissing Brock and holding him, and jerking him off in the showers can be kind of fun, but he doesn’t really want anyone touching him and he doesn’t think sex is anything interesting.
Brock is quiet for a few minutes before he snuggles closer. “Oh ok. Like an ace?” When Jack doesn’t give him a confirmation, instead asks what the hell that is, Brock explains about people who don’t have sex drives or just don’t like sex and Jack can’t help but be astounded. He asks how the hell Brock knows about this kind of thing and his friend shrugs. “I read about it somewhere.”
Jack snorts. “You can read?” He gets an elbow in his gut for it but then Brock is forcing them onto their sides and curling up around him. He’s always proclaimed himself a big spoon, and Jack rolls his eyes and tells him to go to sleep.