Because of The Brave - lanyon Josh - Страница 8
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At last Carson surrendered and allowed China to take control, his legs wrapped around China waist, his cock stiff and slick against the hard flat planes of China's belly, his body exposed and submissive except for a continuous effort to free his hands.
China refused to relent. He had seen the pain and loss on Carson's face at the graveyard. He understood the basic human need to be held, cradled, cared for, even if it took the form of being physically restrained. It was a guise even the toughest of men could live with. No one could call you weak if you had no choice but to be held, caressed, cherished.
And if truth be told, China needed to be the one to give that to Carson for reasons that had nothing to do with his unexpectedly intense attraction to the younger man. He finally pulled away, panting. “I told you we could find a way to generate some heat.”
“Use your mouth for better things than words, soldier.”
The raw, bare need in the command inflamed him more than China thought possible. Carson was smaller, pinned down, restrained and still calling the shots.
“I should remind you that China, the country, is ruled by a powerful military figure.” He pressed Carson's wrists into the mattress to remind him to leave them there then rapidly moved his hands to Carson's thighs, pulling Carson's slim hips into his lap. He slipped his powerful arms under Carson's knees and yanked the man so close Carson's straight, jutting cock touched his chest. He leaned down and raked his jawline's stumble up the shaft then stared into green marbled eyes that were wide with heated surprise. He smiled, heaved Carson's hips higher and leered, “And right now… so are you.”
He felt the shudder that ran through Carson all the way to his own aching dick, but it was the strangled scream when he deep-throated Carson's slim, hard cock that made his balls tightened and his passion rage hot enough to forge steel.
“Shit! China!”
It had been a long time since he'd heard his name screamed like that. A long time since he'd allowed himself to indulge in the pleasure of a lover, a real lover, not a quick blowjob in a nameless bathroom where he wouldn't risk outing himself. Military and gay meant silence and loneliness. But not now, not here.
He bent forward and thrust his hips, grinding his cock against the swell of Carson's pale ass. His cock slid along the hot valley of flesh, lubricating the path with beads of slick cum. He found the tight puckered opening and worked his dick over it, teasing it with the lip of his cock head, loving the way Carson tried to capture his cock and shove it inside the dusky, tight hole.
Palms massaging the firm globes of Carson's ass, China used his tongue to caress the length of the dick in his mouth. It was slick with saliva, firm, and long enough to slid past his gag reflex but not so thick to cause him to choke. It fit him like it was made for him, a treat to savor and taste at will.
He had to give Carson credit. The young man managed to keep his hands on the bed by grabbing onto the pillow, but when China slipped a spit-
moistened fingertip past tiny rosebud entrance to Carson's body, Carson's couldn't stop from reaching up to press his hands into China's short, dark hair.
Letting the cock slid from his lips with a slurping, dirty, arousing pop, China leaned in to look Carson in the eye, expecting to see passionate lust but getting a bright, hesitant, pleading stare. The need for a more personal, more emotional connection shone in Carson's face.
Fuck, this man was more dangerous than any enemy China had faced in the field.
But the fact was this needed to mean more to both of them just a one time roll in the sheets. China knew he was a goner before the fingers of one hand laced with Carson's lean, twitching digits. He couldn't tear his gaze away from the wide, mesmerizing swirls of green and white, even if that meant losing more than he had a right to offer.
This minute, none of that mattered. He had to take what Carson so desperately wanted to give. Right and wrong be damned.
Just like he would be when it came time for explanations.
Nothing could stop him now short of a barrage of heavy artillery fire. He used his other hand to guide his pre-cum and spit slicked dick to Carson's asshole. The moment the broad head eased past the spasming muscles, a consuming mandate to own Carson raged through him.
He eased in slowly, timing his short thrusts to the sound of Carson's ragged breathing and the growing return thrust of sooth, firm asscheeks down his cock. His fingers held tight to Carson's, as the other hand raked over every inch of smooth, firm skin he could reach, raking nails over swollen teats, tracing rib cage and collar bones, tugging hair, turning chins.
He thumbed over Carson's parted mouth, stealing moisture from satin slick lips and rubbing it over a willing tongue as that same tongue curled to suck and taste the offered appendage. He retreated to explore more skin, encouraged by soft grunts and sporadic thrashing of limbs as Carson tried to take more of China
into himself, more cock, more taste, more touch, until it seemed they were almost one.
Carson suddenly stiffened and cried out, the sound of his voice lost in the muffled shout of China's own orgasm, prompted by the glorious spasms of Carson's tight ass around his buried shaft. Cum shot onto their chests, thin streams of pale white fluid, almost lost against the fairness of Carson's flesh. Each gush of his own ejaculation bathed Carson's insides making his urgent thrusts deeper, almost to the point of being painfully exquisite.
Spent, China eased out, and collapsed forward landing on top of Carson, his weight carefully eased to one side to allow his still gasping lover a chance to breathe. The last delicious spasm shuddered down his spine.
China rolled onto one side and pulled Carson over to him, tossing an arm over Carson's chest and kiss onto his lips. It was chaste but tender, an unspoken declaration of affection from a man who preferred actions instead of words.
Carson responded in kind, his lips lingering over China's mouth then moving down to touch newly healed scars on China's chest and arms. Some scars were red, ragged masses of webbed flesh marking bullet holes and shrapnel wounds. Others were concise thin lines, dark pink and more faded made by surgeon's blades in an attempt to repair the other wounds.
China knew they weren't pretty but they were a fact of life and he'd stop noticing them a few weeks after the bandages had come off. This was the first time anyone beside hospital staff had seen them. Carson had been curious about them earlier but other things more pressing, like their hard-ons, had distracted them both.
“These were serious injuries.”
China had to concentrate to keep from squirming under Carson's light examination of one very long jagged scar. “Others got worse.”
Silence consumed part of the air in the room. He cursed silently, remembering Carson's recent loss. Carson's questing touch stilled for several
second then continued. Air eased back into China's lungs as he searched for something to say and came up empty.
“It looks like they had to do a lot of surgery. You're sure you're okay to go back to active duty?”
“They went back in three times. Docs said I could ask for a medical discharge and they'd grant it, but—”
“But what?”
China couldn't ignore the disbelief in Carson's voice but he had to tell the truth. “I finish what I start. I'm Army. That says it all for me.”
It was quiet for several moments before Carson sighed dramatically. “So we're back to that 'you're crazy' thing again aren't we?”
Carson heard the shower running. The slap of water splashed against the shower door as China moved and rinsed in the gentle hiss of the spray. Even the air smelled of soap and steamy warmth. It was comforting; so different than waking up to a still and lifeless room every morning.
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