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It's three in the morning. Pitch black out, between cloud cover and the phase of the moon, and the helicopter's roar has finally dulled to white noise. Elias is by my side, just like always, head lolled onto my shoulder. The mission is ahead of us-and more importantly, his wife is behind us. For now until we walk off of base again Elias is all mine. Merrick snores loudly on my other side. He's drooling onto his shirt with his chin tucked up to his chest. His harness is going to leave a goofy-ass red mark on his chin. I smirk. The only other souls awake on this fucking ‘copter are Kick, and maybe Torch. And since Kick is flying... Well, I might as well make things a little more interesting. So I set a heavy hand on Elias' right knee.
His whole body stiffens instantly. Hah, I guess he wasn't sleeping after all. Isn't that sweet? Just precious. I can feel my smirk broaden on my face, chapped lips pulling away from my teeth, and I don't even try to hide it. The moonlight must be just enough that Elias can see it, because he swallows. Hard. His Adam's apple bobs and I can just see what I'm gonna have him do with that pretty pink mouth of his. Later though. For now, his little squirm of embarrassment is enough of a go-ahead. I slide my hand a little bit further up his muscular thigh, squeezing firmly at the meat of it before kneading the touch away. Deliberate, just like everything I do. His leg presses up into my grasp, maybe on purpose, maybe on instinct. Elias' head hasn't moved from my shoulder yet-guess he's feeling needy-so I lean in close. Let my lips brush the shell of his ear.
"Good boy," I purr, and the good lieutenant has to stifle his moan. He almost manages it, too, but at the last second a little groan sneaks free from Elias’ parted lips. And hell, now my cock is interested too. Fuck, I was supposed to be the one teasing him . Getting him desperate for it. He's prettiest when he's begging for it-begging for me . Fuck . I stroke his thigh again, and before Elias can even think to stop it he makes a little kittenish noise. So I go a little further; get in real close. My wrist is flush to his hip now, the side of my hand close enough to his groin that I can feel how hard he is. The heat there is intense—must be from all the blood rushing south. A little twitch. Hah. I slide my hand across the rough fabric of his uniform, dragging it just a little over hypersensitive skin. I wonder if his shorts are catching, yet? Again, this time a feather-light stroke of my fingers. Elias shudders at my touch.
"Gabe," my second breathes, low and heavy, and why shouldn't I indulge him? He’s behaving, so why not give him the attention he wants so badly? I palm him softly at first, let him know what I’m up to, and then just a little bit harder. Curl my fingers down by the balls, give ‘em a nudge. Elias’ knee knocks against mine as he spreads his legs a little more. Just to give me better access. Good, perfect even. All those late hours and “extra training” aren’t going to waste. For a moment, I think I might just let him blow his load. Imagining him coming in his pants like a teen sends a bolt of pure heat to my gut. But it’s the thought of Elias coming in my hand, me making him lick it off and thank me for the privilege that almost gets to me. Almost . I’ve got a plan forming down beneath all of the heat and the hormones, though. So for now, this’ll have to do. Enough to give him some delicious friction, not nearly enough to satisfy him. Teasing.
My eyes are locked on his face-he's biting his lower lip, looking at me from under his lashes. Beautiful. It’s too dark to see his blush, but this ain’t our first rodeo; it’s there, pink and oddly sweet across the apples of his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. For a minute, I think about slipping my hand into his pants, give him a few slow strokes; maybe thumb his slit. But no, I'd rather have him like this. Desperately trying to keep his hips still, cock leaking into his boxer-briefs like a faucet. Give him something to think about while he's trying to get some shut-eye.
"Gabe," Elias whispers again, and it's not so much my name as a plea. He won't dare get any louder then that, not here. He doesn't know the guys like I do, doesn't know that everyone else is fast asleep. Doesn't know that Torch's eyes are locked on my hand, toying with Elias, and couldn't possibly know that our squadmate’s got his belt and button undone. Guilty hand half-way in his pants already, ready to fish out his own cock and enjoy the free show. But I know. The clouds part briefly, and in the glimpse of low light I wink at Torch. He blanches, but I'm busy. And it's not like I give a fuck anyway. Man can do what he wants. I’ll work his exhibitionist ass over, too, at some point. Not like this, though, not like Elias. The rules are different for my 2IC.
I slip away from Elias’ crotch, stroking at his inner thigh one more time- imagining how they're going to feel when he’s got ‘em wrapped around my waist. Not yet, but soon. Oh, that’s cute–as the light fades, I catch sight of a little dark patch forming where I keep teasing Elias’ head. Must be. At a huff of breath I move my hand back to his dick, cupping him through his pants. Give it a squeeze just a little harder than before. A little too tight, just this side of painful. Elias sucks air in through his teeth, surprised at my sudden rough treatment. Serves him right for being greedy, acting like he deserves anything I give him. Like he isn’t mine to play with and put away whenever, wherever, and however I please.
“Behave,” I growl, not even looking at him anymore. Act like I’m going to pull away, and Elias settles right the hell back down. Good boy, he knows he fucked up. I run my fingertips up his length for that, barely the ghost of a touch. Just to remind him who the boss is, here. Poor little thing probably hurts, all cramped up in there. He’s gotta be straining at his zipper. Sensitive skin pressed against the toothed metal. This next bit’s a little mean, but I turn my head to mouth at the pale stretch of Elias’ exposed throat. Graze my teeth over his pulse-point as I give his bulge a much gentler squeeze. Elias moans quietly, barely stifled, and it runs straight to my cock. There's heat pooling in my belly now, but I'm more disciplined then Elias has ever been. Ever will be, probably. My hothead lieutenant. But I sure as shit won't let him know what he's doing to me.
He's hard as a rock and straining through his pants, but he knows better then to move. Especially after sassing me, nonverbally or otherwise. Anywhere else and I might just turn him over my lap… fuck. Fuck, some other time. Not here, not now. I'm not even going to unzip him tonight, just tease. Bring him to the edge and leave him there. All sweet and pliant for me. But the noises he's trying to stifle are getting me hard too, so I figure it's probably time to finish up before I end up playing myself-or playing with myself. I stretch my fingers out and cup his heavy sack, humming against stubbled skin as Elias tries to lift his hips obligingly. No, stay there, I think. Pull my hand back and pat his thigh so he settles down again. I stroke a thumb along the straining outline of his dick, and he sucks in a stuttering breath. There we go, lieutenant. Good . His thighs are corded steel from all that effort at keeping still-god, he wants me bad.
“‘M sorry, Gabe,” he mouths against my chest, hot breath coming in little stutters. Aw, that’s more like it, Elias. Enough with the punishment, I guess. At least for the moment. I settle my hand against him again, drawing out one last teasing stroke before pausing. The moment of pure silence, pure stillness must be agony for him. My own length throbs, heavy against my leg. I let Elias stew in uncertainty for half a beat before dragging his own hand over to my groin. Pin it there for a moment just to make him feel me. Get him thinking about my cock, hopefully obsessing. But I don’t thrust into it, nah, just use my hand to push his down. Make him rub at me. God, fuck that’s hot. Fuck! Elias doesn’t struggle against me, just lets me use him for that minute. This has maybe gone just a little too far. Much more and even my patience won’t last. It’s time to finish this, before it gets out of hand (hah!).
I drop his hand back down, nowhere near me. Gotta make sure he doesn’t get any ideas. And then I slide my palm back down to his crotch. Yeah, still painfully hard and probably leaking. Give him a little pressure, just to feel the ripple of his muscles as he tenses them all at once. His self control is failing him fast, now, and if I hadn’t trained him so fucking well I think he’d be rutting like an animal. I rock the heel of my hand against Elias’ bulge, giving in to my own desires just a bit. His mouth drops open silently, swollen lips pressing even harder against me as he tries to keep quiet. Merrick mumbles in his sleep on my other side, and as Elias freezes in fear I rub at him again. Firmly, this time secure in the knowledge that his own clothes will do the fine detail work to torture him in all the best ways. All that rough fabric, pulling at Elias’ needy cock as it catches on his pre. This time he can’t help it.
A full throated moan pulls its way free, fighting past the prison of Elias’ bitten lower lip to grace my ears. You’d think I’d get tired of hearing him, but I never do. He got lucky, this time: the heli’s white noise covers a myriad of sins. The rest of the guys are so used to it that not much can wake them from their dead men’s sleep. But I hear it. And judging by the face Torch makes as he thumbs the head of his cock, so does he. Elias, like before, is a little too preoccupied to realize we have a captive audience.
Well, not like I can blame him. Much more of this and–ah, there he goes. His hips cant up involuntarily, his hard-on grinding against my palm. Short, furious little strokes.
That's game over, and he knows it. Elias isn't allowed to move when I'm playing with him like this, not unless I say he can, and I absolutely did not give him the privilege tonight. I win again. As though any other outcome was possible. He's biting his lip, whimpering from behind clenched teeth, and his fingers grasp my wrist desperately as I pull away. Perfect. He's gonna be absolutely fucking starved for it by the end of the mission. I squeeze his knee teasingly and press my lips to the top of his head. I never kiss him, not exactly, not in the tender way he wants me to. But he tries to snuggle into me anyway, clingy like a high school girlfriend.
I rest my cheek on the crown of his head, feigning tenderness while I pin Torch to his seat with a stare. His chest rises and falls with deep, controlled breaths. Merrick snorts again, still asleep, head lolling away from me. I watch Torch shove a fistful of wadded tissues into a pocket and button it closed. He tucks himself away and wipes a sweaty hand on his pants. I raise my brows, and he tips his head to the side with a cheeky grin. Idiot. I huff a laugh to myself, smirking into my lieutenant’s hair as I give him my attention again. Elias’ thighs are pressed together tightly, his hips trying to roll into them uselessly. Like a horny teenager with no goddamn control. Oh, keep going Elias. Do my job for me. He’ll be on a hair trigger in no time flat.
"Don't," I order, and Elias whines through his nose but obeys without question or any real complaint. And fuck, now I'm sweating, too. This is gonna be a hell of a mission for the both of us. I plan on making him more miserable then me, though. I want him to beg .