|
Title: Pretty Lucky
Author: Haleth
Fandom/Pairing: Black Hawk Down, Hoot/Eversmann/Blackburn
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Has absolutely nothing to do with the real life men the book and movie were based on. Nada. Nothing. All fake. Totally, utterly and completely made up stuff.
Notes: Sequel to The Pretty and Lucky, obviously.
Pretty Lucky
The roof of the medical tent billowed as a particularly harsh gust of wind swept through the camp.
Boring. There was almost no illumination from the moon. Lights in the tents were forbidden except in case of emergency. The only difference between night and day, for Blackburn, was the light and that everyone else slept at night. He always had nothing to do.
Blackburn sighed.
He hated being immobile. Immobile and hard. Ever since the day Hoot had burst in and staked his claim on Eversmann, Blackburn had been waiting. Now his patience was wearing as thin as the sheet that was the only thing between his hard cock and the night air. He’d been sure at least one of them would return.
Hoot had been rough. Caveman. Angry, jealous, barely contained, outraged, horny, sexy as hell. Eversmann had been almost cute. He’d fumbled and tugged on Blackburn’s cock apologetically, as if he was embarrassed to have made it hard in the first place.
Both times had been great. Like being a teenager again.
Except Blackburn still was a teenager, chronologically. He didn’t feel like one; war’ll do that to you. He didn’t know what he would do when he got back home and had to see his old friends.
He was sure he wouldn’t be able to look civilian kids in the eye and pretend he was one of them. He didn’t want teen music and fads and girls whining that they’re saving themselves for marriage. Blackburn wanted men. Hard, lean, tough men. Men trained for heavy action.
He sighed. He would be shipped home, treated at a military hospital, eventually housed on base until he fully recovered and by that time, according to the docs, by the time he was 100 per cent again, it would be time to re-up. Or not.
He was too young to have to make decisions like that.
Baby Ranger, they’d called him. He supposed the fall from the Black Hawk had proven that.
There’d been a parade of visitors, some high-ranking. From what Blackburn could gather, the whole base was on stand-by, awaiting orders. People needed distractions. Visiting the recovering wounded helped them put those who would never recover out of mind, if only for a moment.
Eversmann had been there that morning, making the rounds with Captain Steele. He’d barely looked at Blackburn while the captain uttered words of encouragement and football analogy.
But the look in Eversmann’s eyes as he was leaving had been scorching.
After lunch, Colonel McKnight had stopped by to be gruff and supportive in a manly sort of way. He’d only stayed a minute or two before he made a beeline for Specialist Grimes’ bedside.
Blackburn wondered if Grimes had any clue at all about McKnight’s interest in him. Blackburn couldn’t figure out Grimes at all. He’d seemed like such a shirker. But all the guys said he fought like a tiger, and had even kept up with the D-boys.
Some people aren’t what they seem at all.
Yurek had smuggled one of his kittens into the tent that afternoon. The thing was squirming around inside his shirt. Blackburn hoped Yurek would be careful. If he got any come or anything on those scratches it would sting.
He didn’t know why he assumed Yurek would be getting laid. He guessed everyone else would, since he wasn’t getting any right now.
The kitten thing had been a nice gesture. Small fluffy animals can be soothing.
But not as soothing as big, smooth animals of a different sort.
The sway of the curtain put Blackburn on alert. It didn’t match the movements of the rest of the tent.
Blackburn held his breath.
Hoot. Looming in the opening of the curtain. Had to be Hoot. There was no one else that big.
Eversmann. As tall as Hoot, not as lean, but not quite as big at the same time. And he was standing next to Hoot.
“Shhhh,” Hoot hissed as he took up position on the right side of the cot.
Eversmann, not as silent but still not alerting the staff to his presence, moved to Blackburn’s left.
“He is very pretty,” Eversmann whispered.
Hoot hummed in agreement.
“You can see why I couldn’t resist.”
Hoot made a slightly strangled noise.
There were two huge men looming over him, on either side, in the dark. There was a dangerous undercurrent of jealousy on the part of at least one of them, and Blackburn was unable to move or protect himself. And he was practically naked. And what they had in mind probably involved him getting all the way naked.
It should have been panic time.
Not for Blackburn. For Blackburn it was rock-hard-to-the-point-of-pain time.
“He’s happy to see us,” Hoot drawled close to Blackburn’s ear. He licked Blackburn’s freshly shaved scalp.
“Fuck!” Blackburn exclaimed.
“Shhh!” Eversmann whispered from the other side.
They were both crowding him, closing in on him.
“No fucking,” Hoot whispered. “You’re still too badly injured. But you’ll heal…”
Was that a threat? Because it sounded like a promise.
“I want those lips on my cock,” Eversmann stated.
“Hush now, Matt. I told you he can’t get his mouth open far enough with that brace on his neck.”
“But Hoot, look at them.”
“Pretty,” Hoot agreed.” I bet he’s good, too. But it won’t fit inside.”
“Come on, he’s getting shipped out in the morning. This is our last chance.”
“Um, guys,” Blackburn said to remind them he was actually there.
“Shhhhh!” Hoot and Eversmann said in unison.
Blackburn wished he could wriggle or reach for someone’s dick or something. Anything.
Hoot reached over him and shoved Eversmann’s hand on Blackburn’s mouth.
Finally. Contact. Blackburn licked Eversmann’s palm. Eversmann moaned. Hoot leaned over Blackburn to muzzle Eversmann with his lips.
Eversmann’s hand had a sharp taste, especially between the fingers. It was either the taste of Eversmann or Hoot. Which was it? A quick jerk off to dull his own edge, or did he and Hoot give each other hand jobs before coming to see Blackburn?
Blackburn was determined to find out. He flicked his tongue all over Eversmann’s hand, wriggling it between fingers, in circles, spirals, pentagrams, the first half of the alphabet…
“Hoot, fuck, I can’t…”
“You know I love your hands, Matt.”
“Oh, god, Hoot, not the other one!”
Hoot’s reply was muffled by the three fingers he had stuffed in his mouth.
“Not both!” Eversmann yelped as Blackburn drew the thumb into his mouth and sucked.
“Fine,” Hoot said. “Rub it on his pretty lips. He doesn’t even have to suck. You’re ready already.”
Eversmann yanked his hand away from Blackburn’s mouth, fumbled with his trousers a bit and replaced his hand with his hard cock.
Sharp, but a different kind of sharp. That had been Hoot’s come on his hand, for sure.
Blackburn lapped furiously. He opened his mouth as far as he could and sucked the side of Eversmann’s shaft. Eversmann held his cock with his free hand and rubbed it across Blackburn’s lips.
Mmm, yeah. Smooth, hard, animal. Blackburn tried to stay quiet but the hot cock on his lips combined with Hoot’s hand, which was now on his dick, proved to be too much. He whimpered and nipped at Eversmann’s cock with lip-shielded teeth.
“That’s good,” Eversmann groaned. “So good.”
Hoot was making obscene sucking noises on Eversmann’s hand. Hushed, but no less obscene for all their quietness.
Eversmann gasped and his cock shuddered against Blackburn’s mouth.
Had to be his second time of the night. The come didn’t spurt out so much as overflow. It overflowed and flowed over Blackburn’s lips.
Blackburn stuck out his tongue and licked as much as he could into his mouth.
“Oh, no you don’t,” Hoot muttered. He dipped down and licked the come off Blackburn’s upper lip. His fingers tightened on Blackburn’s cock.
Blackburn opened his mouth enough so Hoot’s tongue could get inside. So much easier to stay quiet with a tongue in his mouth.
Hoot’s head popped up suddenly so he could gasp. Eversmann had taken Hoot’s cock out.
“Come on my cock,” Blackburn urged Hoot.
Hoot rumbled his approval and straightened up. The steady rustle of cloth and slap of skin told him Hoot’s orgasm was fast approaching.
“Noise,” Blackburn warned.
Eversmann’s mouth was right there. That fast. He loved the way Eversmann kissed. So deeply. So fully.
Hoot grunted and the splash of this come was searing. Blackburn moaned around Eversmann’s tongue. So fucking good. Hoot’s mouth was on Blackburn’s cock. Soon, Eversmann’s joined it.
Blackburn was developing a serious fetish for come-eating. These two were ravenous. Not wonder they were both so damn big.
Blackburn realized there was nothing to quiet the noises he was making. Hoot must have realized it at the same time, because he shoved his hand over Blackburn’s mouth.
Perfect. Just as Blackburn had suspected. Hoot’s hand tasted like Eversmann. And Hoot. That was enough to propel him into one of the best orgasms of his life, made even better by the two mouths fighting around the head of his cock as the come gushed out.
Everyone quieted down as his two visitors settled in for a leisurely lapping of his cock.
It was Blackburn’s last night. Last chance. Why not? He’d been pretty lucky so far.
“Don’t stop,” he whispered.
The only answer at first was a slight acceleration of the licking around the head of his cock, and a mild suction from the lips caressing his balls.
It didn’t take long. After all, Blackburn was a still a teenager hormonally, as well as chronologically.
This time, they both reached up, hands together, fingers interlocked. Blackburn could taste the three of them as he frantically licked palms and fingers and crevices and come and skin and calluses.
He bit someone’s thumb when he came the second time.
Once Blackburn was clean again, they pulled the sheet back up to his waist and gave him some water through a straw and adjusted the neck brace just right, so Blackburn was comfortable.
Hoot leaned over the cot and kissed Eversmann soundly while Blackburn watched.
If Blackburn hadn’t just come twice, he would have got hard again just from the view.
Hoot licked across Blackburn’s scalp again and then kissed his mouth. ‘Pretty,” he whispered.
Eversmann kissed Blackburn too. “Hoot likes the pretty,” he explained.
“See you stateside,” Hoot promised.
Blackburn closed his eyes. He would be shipped out in the morning.
End.
There’s some more emntions of Hoot/Eversmann/Blackburn in Howl and From Foot to Brow, and the adventures of Hoot the slut are always onging in the D-Tech stories.
Back to: Soldier Porn
|
|
