By Creed Cascade and SassyInkPen
ashtray was full of cigarette butts and the bar was scattered with
discarded beer bottles. Smoke hung thick in the air. Laughter intermingled
with the distorted rumblings of the jukebox. It was playing the same damn
love song over and over again. A single word sliced through the noise.
stiffened and his knuckles went white as he grasped his half finished beer
bottle too tightly. The officer in him turned to locate the source of the
trouble and he met the gaze of a soldier sitting at a nearby table.
exchanged a look with his friends and, downing a little bit of liquid
courage, he got up from his chair and walked over to Myron. "That's
right, I called you a fag," he drawled. "Saw you looking at
Myron could even form words to respond, his fist connected with the man's
nose. An instant reaction, even as the blood spattered onto his uniform.
the man bellowed, stumbling back and clutching his bleeding nose.
to defend their buddy, three men stumbled from their chairs and circled
around Myron. Two of the men managed to pin Myron's arms behind his back,
but not before he got a few good shots in.
get the hell over here and show this fag who's boss!"
soldier spit blood onto the floor and smiled at Myron's dilemma. "Not
so cocky now, are ya, pretty boy?"
opened his mouth to respond, but a sharp sucker punch to his stomach
caught him off guard, followed closely by a second punch to his jaw. He
tried kick out at his attackers and was just starting to put up a struggle
when the MPs burst into the room.
boomed out over the clamour. "Break it up!"
pulled away from the men holding him, falling against the bar. Strong
hands soon grasped and held him upright as the world spun. The shouts from
the crowd and the MPs seemed to blur. He felt the hands guide him until he
was sitting on the floor and leaning against the bar. Myron pulled his
knees up and laid his head down across his folded arms.
next thing he was aware of was someone running their hand through his
hair. He flinched away from the touch until he heard a familiar voice.
I'm here now," Zeke whispered to him. "Everything's gonna be
okay. We just gotta get ya outta here."
stumbling through the darkened streets, being held up by Zeke's sure
hands, he was finally able to rest. As Zeke helped him lie down in the
cheap Saigon hotel room, his hazy mind struggled to comprehend everything
that had just happened.
closed his eyes and wished he was drunk enough to simply pass out.
"You don't have to be here," he sighed. "Go back to the
not, LT," Zeke answered and sat down on the edge of the mattress.
"Got a call from the MPs about this brawl. They wanted to give me a
heads up before they had ta inform Brewster."
tell me you didn't go AWOL?" Myron groaned and squeezed his eyes
just came ta get ya," Zeke answered and didn't even bother to hide
his grin. "Didn't expect ta hafta rescue my LT like a cherry."
Myron protested and struggled to sit up, but as the world began to spin,
he flopped back down onto the bed. "Don't forget I outrank you."
Sir," Zeke said, but he said it with that damn smirk on his face.
glared at his sergeant and took a quick look around the room. "I fail
to see how so-called rescuing me involves a hotel room."
reached out and patted Myron's arm gently. "It involves you sobering
your ass up enough for me to take you back to base, LT."
Brewster doesn't know?" Myron pressed.
Zeke told him. "If I came and got ya in time, the MPs just report it
was a ruckus with a bunch of enlisted men. One of them owes me a favour."
relaxed visibly. That was one less thing he had to worry about. No one
needed to know why the fight had started, particularly Zeke. Thoughts
churned over in his mind, trying to grasp why anyone would think that
thoughtful, LT," Zeke said after a few minutes. "Wanna tell me
what got ya inta trouble?"
groaned Myron. "I got drunk. I got in a fight. End of story."
is ever that simple with you," Zeke replied and shifted on the bed,
moving closer to Myron. A comfortable silence hung in the air between
them. Like everything else in their lives, they knew exactly what the
other person needed.
Myron pushed himself up on his elbows and looked Zeke straight in the
eyes. "Do I look like a fag to you?" he blurted out.
mouth dropped open. "Wha-?"
instant blush started to burn on Myron's cheeks as he realized what he had
just asked. He groaned inwardly and flopped back down on the bed, staring
up at the ceiling.
taking a few moments to collect himself, Zeke cleared his throat.
"Now LT, what makes ya ask a question like that?"
that's what started that damn fight," Myron admitted, draping his arm
over his eyes to hide from Zeke's knowing gaze.
called ya fag?"
what I said, wasn't it?"
ya asked if I thought you looked like one." Zeke reached out and laid
his palm flat onto Myron's chest carefully, watching Myron's reaction to
his touch. "And ya don't look like one anymore than anyone
pretty much a non-answer, Zeke," Myron sighed.
now," Zeke started out slowly. "I have wondered from time to
eyes snapped open and he lifted his head to glare at Zeke. "Why would
you think that?"
I was hoping it would be true," Zeke answered evenly and his eyes
stayed locked with Myron's direct gaze.
gasp escaped Myron's now parted lips and his eyes widened with shock. He
started to shake his head slightly, but still no words would come.
hand still rested on Myron's chest and now started to rub reassuringly.
With a gentle push, he eased Myron back down onto the mattress.
Cautiously, he moved to lean over Myron, his eyes fixed on parted lips.
the hell are you doing?" Myron croaked, his voice wavering with the
lookin' at a fag," Zeke told him quietly. It was so easy for Zeke to
lean forward and brush his lips against Myron's.
pushed Zeke and squirmed away until he was pressed against the headboard.
"I'm not like that…"
stood up and put one knee on the bed, leaning forward to grasp Myron's
hips, pulling him back to the centre of the bed. "I think you
are," Zeke said, his voice deep and even.
not," Myron protested. He started to struggle against Zeke's hold,
but stopped when he felt one of Zeke's hands slide across his thigh to his
crotch. "Zeke, please… I can't do this…"
you can," Zeke insisted. Now he was steadily massaging Myron's cock
through his fatigues. "Just have to trust me, Myron."
trust you, but I really have to leave," Myron stammered. He tried to
stop the groan that escaped his lips as Zeke's touch became too intimate.
The need to escape pushed him to fight back. He pushed Zeke's hands away
and tried to get up.
now," Zeke tried to calm Myron. Taking in Myron's panicked
expression, he came to a quick decision. With one hand he kept Myron
pinned to the bed and with the other, he started to unbuckle his belt.
"Let me make it easier for you."
eyes widened, even as Zeke climbed over him and pulled his hands above his
head. "What do you mean make it easier for me?"
you can't run from me, then you're not asking for it."
felt the belt close around his wrists as Zeke bound him to the headboard.
As Myron tested the strength of it, his body started to relax when he
realized he wasn't going anywhere.
shouldn't let you do this…"
laughed and started to unbutton Myron's shirt. "Well, ya ain't now...
his vulnerable position and nervousness, Myron couldn't help but scowl up
at Zeke. "You tied me down."
Zeke agreed with a smile. Myron's shirt was now completely open, allowing
Zeke to run his hand freely over the pale skin. "Now just let it
don't think so," Myron tried to say, but his voice came out much
shakier than he intended.
paused and met his eyes. "You don't have any choice," he said
softly. He gave the boy a slight grin, and then added, "It's all my
stared, open-mouthed. He started to say something rude, but snapped his
mouth shut. He had just enough sense to realize that he'd better tread
carefully. The feel and taste of his sergeant was still fresh in his mind.
Slowly he nodded, not sure what he was doing, but certain that Zeke did,
"Right... all your doing..." He relaxed and let Zeke guide him.
rewarded Myron with a kiss that turned from gentle to passionate. Myron
was kissing him back. With Myron's arms bound, the best Zeke could do was
push his shirt aside to get at Myron's crotch. As he continued to kiss the
boy, he used one hand to unbutton his fly. A quiet moan escaped Myron's
lips as Zeke worked his hand inside and grasped his cock.
Zeke spoke again, his breath teased Myron's lips. "Been wanting to do
this for a long time."
god..." groaned Myron. He rocked his hips awkwardly, caught between
wanting to pull away and wanting to thrust harder into Zeke's warm hand.
"Why do you want this?" he gasped, "Why do you want to make
me feel this way? It's not right-"
plenty right to me," shot Zeke, pulling back to stare directly into
Myron's eyes. "I know what people say, what they think, but it ain't
wrong, Myron. You're different, like me, but you ain't wrong. Got
don't want to be different…"
ya are," Zeke insisted with a bit more steel to his tone. His hand
now worked Myron's cock with slow, practised strokes. "Saw that from
day one, Myron."
Myron denied, but his hips lifted slightly off the bed and he pushed into
Zeke's grasp. "I'm not."
Zeke all but cooed. Despite Myron's denials, he could see the boy giving
into the pleasure.
Myron panted, struggling more as his pleasure grew. "I don't want to
hush, we shouldn't be doing this at all. Do you have any idea what kind of
trouble we could in?"
sensed the panic welling up in the boy and slowed his pace. He couldn't
quite bring himself to stop, but he couldn't ignore the situation either.
"Now settle down. You won't get in any trouble if you don't call
attention ta yourself."
his hand up the boy's neck, caressing his jaw with his thumb as he resumed
his pace, stroking harder... intent on making Myron feel it. "That
means no more bar fights."
eyes were wild and fixed on him.
means no other guy but me," Zeke continued and squeezed Myron's cock
to emphasise his point. "Real easy, Myron. Don't need that booze to
make those feelings go away. I can do it."
Myron begged, his voice tense.
Zeke said and shook his head. "Never gonna stop now. Not once I
moaned and thrust against the increased pressure, arching his hips and
tugging against the belt that held him. His voice was breathless and he
panted, "What do you mean, never?"
grin spread across Zeke's face. "You don't think I'm gonna be able ta
resist you now, do ya?" Zeke was able to read a moment of intense
longing in Myron's eyes that contradicted any protests Myron voiced.
"Not just this, not gonna be able to get rid of me, Myron."
There it was again. The look in Myron's eyes that proved Zeke had struck
the right chord with the boy. "Promise not to abandon you of my own
would only leave him in death and he sealed the promise with another kiss.
He did not expect an answer from Myron. It was all too much for him. Too
overwhelming. Instead he just increased his strokes, smiling when he felt
Myron's entire body tense.
was panting and gritting his teeth, wrists tense against his bonds. He
turned his head, keeping his face away from Zeke.
tightened his grip, "Come on, Myron... quit fightin' what you are.
Let go, now."
look crossed Myron's face, then he let out his breath, ending in a moan as
he came hard. His hips bucked and his feet scrabbled at the blanket. After
a few moments, he calmed and lay there with his eyes squeezed shut, a deep
flush on his cheeks.
me go now," Myron said in a thick voice.
Zeke's hand still touched Myron's now over sensitive cock.
you're done!" Myron snapped and struggled against the belt. "Now
let me go!"
answer at first was a deep chuckle that promised so much and he rubbed his
own hard cock against Myron's thigh. "We're nowhere near done,
sucked in a breath and bit his lip, staring at Zeke.
right," grinned the sergeant. "You're done, but I ain't."
He reached down to unlace Myron's boots, taking his time as he let his
eyes roam hungrily over the boy's body.
Myron panted, but couldn't quite bring himself to ask the questions he
wanted to ask.
know exactly what's running through your mind, Myron," Zeke chuckled
and reached up to pat Myron's cheek. "You're all worked up about what
I'm gonna do to you. Things ya think you're not ready for yet. You got
your mind all caught up on that."
patronize me, Zeke," Myron warned, but it was completely futile, even
though he still struggled against the belt holding him captive.
can be as pissy with me as you want," Zeke told him. Now that he had
Myron's boots off, he started to tug at Myron's pants. "Not gonna
stop me. In fact, just makes me want ya more."
watched helplessly as Zeke pulled his pants off and dropped them to the
floor. His heart started thudding in his chest when the sergeant grabbed
the waistband of his shorts and pulled those off as well. He'd never felt
so exposed in his life.
man..." groaned Zeke as he ran his hands up Myron's lean thighs.
"You know how long I've been wantin' to do this?"
was breathless and trembling, trying to shut the sensation of strong hands
out of his mind, but failing completely. He couldn't deny the part of him
that liked it. "Are you serious?" he gasped.
Since the day I first set eyes on ya. I knew."
Myron groaned immediately and again gripped the belt binding his wrists.
"I'm not like that. You know that…"
gonna push you like this at first," Zeke told him and started to undo
the buttons on his own pants. "But I'm just a man, LT. Don't know
what's gonna happen tomorrow, so I'm not willing to wait."
waited all this time," Myron croaked. His eyes were glued on Zeke's
fingers as they worked slowly and his pants fell open.
Zeke agreed with a smirk. "But not anymore."
reached for a bottle of lotion sitting on the nightstand and squeezed a
dab into his hand, rubbing it around with his fingers.
Myron prodded nervously.
now. I know what I'm doin', I'll take care of ya." Slipping his hand
down between Myron's legs, he started massaging the opening, fingers
entering slowly, bit by bit.
gasped and shut his eyes. His cheeks were flaming red and he felt too hot.
He knew he could make Zeke stop, if he really wanted to, certain that if
he put up a big enough fuss, the sergeant would give in...but he couldn't
quite bring himself to do it.
Myron," Zeke reminded him.
took in a shuddering breath when he felt himself breached by Zeke's
fingers. The burning was close to pain, but at the same time it caused his
cock to ache. He felt hot all over. He told himself the need he felt for
more was just the wish for it to be over. It seemed like it was forever
and that Zeke was trying to drive him mad.
it!" Myron finally gasped through gritted teeth.
now," purred Zeke, trying to suppress a grin. He knew Myron's
internal struggle was no laughing matter, but it *was* damned adorable.
Myron pleaded. "We need to get out of here, we don't have a lot of
got all the time in the world, don't you worry 'bout that." Zeke
rolled Myron to his side and eased up behind him, brushing his straining
cock against the bare skin of Myron's backside. He couldn't help but moan
bit his lip and gripped the belt that bound his wrists. It had been
pleasurable up to this point, but now he expected pain. He could feel
Zeke's heavy breath against his neck and the sensation of stretching as
Zeke pushed deep inside.
tried to focus on the pain. It would give him strength to say no to Zeke
in the future. But all too quickly, the pain passed and Myron couldn't
stop the deep moan that escaped his lips. Zeke thrust slowly, causing new
sensations that made Myron's cock leak.
wrapped an arm around the boy and held him tightly as he pushed deeper.
"Ya can't deny it now, Myron...I can hear how much you want it."
groaned Myron through gritted teeth, even as he arched his back. "No,
I...this isn't me. I just can't help it. I'm not a fag."
you listen to yourself?" said Zeke with narrowed his eyes, then he
reached down and grasped Myron's cock. Frustration and anger at what Myron
was putting himself through drove him on, and he pushed the boy forward,
leaning on him as he started to fuck him in earnest, stroking him roughly
squeezed his eyes shut and let out a long, low moan. When he came all over
Zeke's hand, he cried out Zeke's name. Zeke leaned over and bit Myron's
shoulder lightly as he, too, came. He didn't move afterwards, but held
Myron close, running his hand over Myron's hip, knowing the boy would say
something. Knowing Myron like he did, he knew it would probably be
something heated in an attempt to push Zeke away and punish himself.
hate you for this," Myron finally said, but he wasn't struggling.
ya don't," Zeke answered and kissed the spot on Myron's shoulder he
had just bit.
not a fag," Myron hissed.
you're not," Zeke answered calmly. "Never liked that word
huffed a little under his breath in growing frustration. "You can let
me go now. You got what you wanted."
now..." said Zeke with an edge to his voice. "Is that what ya
really think? Is that what you think of *me*?" He reached up and
yanked the belt free, sitting back on the bed and fixing Myron with a
sat up rubbing his wrists, eyes everywhere but on Zeke.
should get back to base," Myron answered, his eyes looking down at
the shabby bed sheets.
asked you a question, Myron." Zeke's tone demanded an answer. It was
a tone he rarely, if ever, used with the young man.
I liked it," Myron blurted out. He balled one of his fists until his
fingernails dug into the flesh of his palm. "Happy?"
yeah, I would be... if you looked it."
finally looked up at him, expression held tightly. "I'm a fag, Zeke.
I'm exactly what they said. I've tried to deny it for so long, but it
finally caught up with me."
that so bad?" Zeke asked, keeping a check on his own reactions. He
had to remind himself how hard this would be on someone like Myron.
I..." Myron stammered, and by the look he was giving Zeke, Zeke was
pretty sure he'd made his point anyway.
kid... I'm sorry," Zeke told him, feeling a knot in his stomach.
"I shouldn't have pushed ya into something you weren't ready
immediately recognized the expression on Zeke's face. That was a look of
guilt… the kind of guilt that tore him up inside over his daughter and
when he lost a man in action. Except now Myron knew he was the one causing
Zeke this pain.
wasn't that bad," he said quickly.
won't happen again," Zeke said, shaking his head. He grabbed his
t-shirt and pulled it on.
Myron ground out and ran his hand nervously through his bangs. "I
head back now, LT."
inside Myron seemed to snap when he saw the anguish on Zeke's face. He
leaned over and kissed Zeke quickly on the lips. He pulled back after a
moment and licked his lips nervously. "I said it wasn't that bad,
okay?" he whispered.
faltered for a moment and then put a gentle hand on Myron's waist. "I
can't help the way I feel, Myron."
know that," said Myron, a faint grin crossing his face. "Just...
give me a little time..."
brightened at this, his eyebrows raised in question. When Myron shrugged
nervously, Zeke said, "I gotta admit, I was lookin' for a little
better than `…*it wasn't that bad'*..."
flushed and muttered, "Give me a little time on that, too."
now, Myron," Zeke answered and ran a gentle finger over Myron's
flushed cheeks. "Time's somethin' we don't got a lot of… I
apologize for pushin' ya before you were ready, but…"
eyes lifted with a wary gaze. "But?"
Zeke gifted Myron with a little smirk. "But I think ya liked the
decision being taken away from you after all."
now, LT," Zeke cut him off. "You don't have to worry about it.
I'll never do anything you *really* don't like."
closed his eyes and sighed, "But how will you know?"
me," Zeke answered. "I'll know."