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FIC: Loud. (Troy/Swoff, NC-17)
Title: Loud
Author: M'lyn
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Troy/Swoff, movieverse
Summary: With all the tension of the Gulf War, Swoff and Troy need to find release somehow.
Author's note: See this comment thread for the origins/inspiration of this story. This has been knocking around on my hard drive for a while, but I haven't had time or inclination to finish it. I know it's not much, but it's something in response to orlisbunny's and perseph2hades's badgering. XD
Most of the team knew Troy to be a quiet guy. He spoke only when he had something important to say, and said it in the fewest words required. Swoff liked him for it, especially since it was usually Swoff who Troy talked to. The rest of the guys thought it could be vaguely creepy at times.
The one time he was anything but quiet was when Swoff was fucking him.
The only guy who knew anything about it was Fergus, and Swoff had him so scared that he wasn't going to say anything. He'd caught them at it once, and ever since Troy and Swoff had been careful to find a private spot during quiet hours. And that way, Troy didn't have to muffle his cries.
Tonight Swoff was lying on his bunk in the dark. He was staring at the top of the tent, lit too brightly by the floodlights outside, restless and horny as usual. They hadn't gotten to do any shooting practice in between patrols and making camp. All the guys were restless and horny, really, and all were sympathetic enough that they ignored the sounds of someone jerking off.
Jerking off wasn't enough for Swoff and Troy. The physical release was so unsatisfactory that it was hardly worth the effort. Fucking, on the other hand, was perfect. It was like running the length of the field, getting the touchdown, and then scoring the field goal. It was like the amphetamines some pilots had let them try; like the rush from hitting a target square between the eyes. It was pure bliss.
Swoff felt a tug on his boot laces. He looked down and saw the white gleam of Troy's bare chest. He rolled off his bunk and got his feet under him, then crept silently out of the tent behind Troy.
Troy said nothing, only gestured in the direction of two o'clock. They crept together through the dark, crouched over, moving away from the post where Escobar had the night watch. The lights of base camp were soon behind them.
They went perhaps two hundred yards before Troy held out a hand and they stopped. Swoff took a knee and looked around. Judging from what he could see by the faint moon and starlight, Troy had chosen this spot in advance. There was a foxhole lined with a tarp, and a small box set on a little mound of sand at the lip of the hole. Swoff knew from experience that there were condoms and lube inside the box.
"Get," Troy said. He pointed at the hole.
Swoff moved forward on his knees, unbuttoning the fly of his shorts as he went. The feeling of sand shifting under the tarp told him that Troy was right behind him. He fell against the opposite wall of the hole, turning to look at Troy. Troy pushed his shoulders against the sand and kissed him hard.
Swoff said, "Mrmphf," which translated to something like "Fuck, this is what I need." He brought up his hands between them and scrabbled at Troy's chest, scratching him for a few seconds until he got a grip on his dogtags and yanked hard. Troy made a disgruntled sound at having his neck pinched and moved one of his own hands to a choke-hold on Swoff's throat. They pushed and choked and fought each other for a moment, then parted for breath and silently agreed on a truce. Swoff scooted down and lay against the wall of the foxhole, and Troy knelt over him and retrieved the box.
"Always take proper care of your weapon," Troy said as he opened a condom. Swoff snickered and undid his shorts for him, tugging them down to his hips, then pulling out his cock and stroking it. It was hot and hard in his palm, a handful for his fingers to wrap around.
Troy took Swoff's dick and quickly sheathed it, then poured a small amount of lube into his cupped fingers. They were using some kind of oil Troy had picked up at the base drugstore before leaving home. The slightly sweet smell and taste reminded Swoff of Kristina, of fucking her in her dorm room. The feeling he had when he and Troy used it did not remind him of that.
Troy reached behind himself with the oil and pushed a couple of fingers into his body, breathing out shakily as his ass stretched. Swoff reached between his legs and traced Troy's knuckles, following his fingers by touch until they disappeared into his body.
He sat up, close enough to kiss but not doing it, teasing instead. Troy was panting now, and Swoff could feel it on his mouth as he said to Troy, "I'm not going to be able to fit my dick in there."
"I'm fucking trying, all right?" Troy's voice was shaky. Swoff felt a third finger go in.
"Just a little bit more. You're so close." Swoff stuck his tongue out and licked Troy's mouth, feeling Troy's tongue slide out between his lips for a return lick.
"Fuck it. We're good to go." Troy pulled his fingers out and poured more lube into his palm, slicking up Swoff's cock with it. Swoff jerked Troy's shorts down his thighs, baring his ass completely. Troy moved forward a few key inches and then lowered his hips, taking Swoff balls-deep in one move. He fell forward and braced himself on Swoff's shoulders, shaking. Swoff stroked his back, knowing that Troy was waiting for the burn to fade. He shifted his hips experimentally and felt Troy bite him, just where the biceps and deltoids meet. Swoff smacked the back of his head with his free hand, and Troy sat up. The action forced Swoff's cock deeper into his ass. "FUCK!" Troy yelled.
"That's it," Swoff said. He grabbed one of Troy's shoulders, steadying him, and nodded when their eyes met. "Loud as you want."
Troy drew in a breath and lifted his hips, his ass rising in the air like it was on a string. Swoff whined and dug his fingers into Troy's shoulder. Troy slammed back down and yelled. The sound was one of pure pleasure.
"Jesus god," Swoff panted.
Troy was shaking his head. "I can't. You've got to--"
"What?"
Troy got off him and braced his hands on the wall of the foxhole, knees spread as much as his shorts would allow. Swoff scrambled up and got behind him, pushing back into Troy's body with a grunt. He was drowned out by Troy's cry.
"More?" Swoff panted in his ear. Troy whined through gritted teeth and nodded, his head hanging down between his arms. Swoff reared back and gave it to him, hips jackhammering in a rougher version of the homemade porn Troy had made him turn off back at base.
This kind of fucking Troy was okay with, because it wasn't hurting anybody. It helped him, helped Swoff, let them deal with their frustration, anger, adrenaline, and horniness in a positive way. Swoff liked to think that it was the most positive thing anyone could do, considering how hard it made Troy come, and how happy he looked afterwards, lying next to Swoff, limp and satiated.
Hell, Troy begged for it.
"THERE. There, th-- Oh, christ." He sounded like he was crying. Swoff kept going, knowing that Troy would knock his lights out if he stopped at this point.
"C'mon..." Swoff sighed with relief when he saw Troy reach down and start to jerk himself off in time to Swoff's thrusts. It wouldn't be long now.
Troy dug his fingers into the sand, the wall collapsing under his weight, sliding forward in the sand but not stopping. He was chanting "Yes" repeatedly, and then his ass seized like a vise around Swoff's cock. Swoff yelped and stopped, unable to move while Troy's orgasm held them both. Troy wailed into his own arm and trembled, not relaxing until the last drop was drained out of him.
Swoff eased him back when the time was right. Troy came bonelessly and slumped against Swoff's chest, his head falling back to rest on Swoff's shoulder. He was warm and pliant now, rolling with Swoff's movements in and out of him. Swoff kept going until his own climax caught him. He buried his own groan in Troy's neck, eyes squeezed shut, sweat mingling as their skin rubbed together.
They separated and Swoff fell back in the foxhole, pulling off the condom and pitching it away carelessly. He pulled up his shorts while Troy lay next to him, rubbing his own semen into his skin.
They stared up at the night sky for a while, enjoying the afterglow. Swoff looked over at Troy every once in a while, content to see the faint smile on Troy's face. Finally, Troy said, "Thanks."
Swoff just nodded. They got up and dressed, then went back to their tent and slid onto their cots. For the rest of the night, they were completely silent.
Author: M'lyn
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Troy/Swoff, movieverse
Summary: With all the tension of the Gulf War, Swoff and Troy need to find release somehow.
Author's note: See this comment thread for the origins/inspiration of this story. This has been knocking around on my hard drive for a while, but I haven't had time or inclination to finish it. I know it's not much, but it's something in response to orlisbunny's and perseph2hades's badgering. XD
Most of the team knew Troy to be a quiet guy. He spoke only when he had something important to say, and said it in the fewest words required. Swoff liked him for it, especially since it was usually Swoff who Troy talked to. The rest of the guys thought it could be vaguely creepy at times.
The one time he was anything but quiet was when Swoff was fucking him.
The only guy who knew anything about it was Fergus, and Swoff had him so scared that he wasn't going to say anything. He'd caught them at it once, and ever since Troy and Swoff had been careful to find a private spot during quiet hours. And that way, Troy didn't have to muffle his cries.
Tonight Swoff was lying on his bunk in the dark. He was staring at the top of the tent, lit too brightly by the floodlights outside, restless and horny as usual. They hadn't gotten to do any shooting practice in between patrols and making camp. All the guys were restless and horny, really, and all were sympathetic enough that they ignored the sounds of someone jerking off.
Jerking off wasn't enough for Swoff and Troy. The physical release was so unsatisfactory that it was hardly worth the effort. Fucking, on the other hand, was perfect. It was like running the length of the field, getting the touchdown, and then scoring the field goal. It was like the amphetamines some pilots had let them try; like the rush from hitting a target square between the eyes. It was pure bliss.
Swoff felt a tug on his boot laces. He looked down and saw the white gleam of Troy's bare chest. He rolled off his bunk and got his feet under him, then crept silently out of the tent behind Troy.
Troy said nothing, only gestured in the direction of two o'clock. They crept together through the dark, crouched over, moving away from the post where Escobar had the night watch. The lights of base camp were soon behind them.
They went perhaps two hundred yards before Troy held out a hand and they stopped. Swoff took a knee and looked around. Judging from what he could see by the faint moon and starlight, Troy had chosen this spot in advance. There was a foxhole lined with a tarp, and a small box set on a little mound of sand at the lip of the hole. Swoff knew from experience that there were condoms and lube inside the box.
"Get," Troy said. He pointed at the hole.
Swoff moved forward on his knees, unbuttoning the fly of his shorts as he went. The feeling of sand shifting under the tarp told him that Troy was right behind him. He fell against the opposite wall of the hole, turning to look at Troy. Troy pushed his shoulders against the sand and kissed him hard.
Swoff said, "Mrmphf," which translated to something like "Fuck, this is what I need." He brought up his hands between them and scrabbled at Troy's chest, scratching him for a few seconds until he got a grip on his dogtags and yanked hard. Troy made a disgruntled sound at having his neck pinched and moved one of his own hands to a choke-hold on Swoff's throat. They pushed and choked and fought each other for a moment, then parted for breath and silently agreed on a truce. Swoff scooted down and lay against the wall of the foxhole, and Troy knelt over him and retrieved the box.
"Always take proper care of your weapon," Troy said as he opened a condom. Swoff snickered and undid his shorts for him, tugging them down to his hips, then pulling out his cock and stroking it. It was hot and hard in his palm, a handful for his fingers to wrap around.
Troy took Swoff's dick and quickly sheathed it, then poured a small amount of lube into his cupped fingers. They were using some kind of oil Troy had picked up at the base drugstore before leaving home. The slightly sweet smell and taste reminded Swoff of Kristina, of fucking her in her dorm room. The feeling he had when he and Troy used it did not remind him of that.
Troy reached behind himself with the oil and pushed a couple of fingers into his body, breathing out shakily as his ass stretched. Swoff reached between his legs and traced Troy's knuckles, following his fingers by touch until they disappeared into his body.
He sat up, close enough to kiss but not doing it, teasing instead. Troy was panting now, and Swoff could feel it on his mouth as he said to Troy, "I'm not going to be able to fit my dick in there."
"I'm fucking trying, all right?" Troy's voice was shaky. Swoff felt a third finger go in.
"Just a little bit more. You're so close." Swoff stuck his tongue out and licked Troy's mouth, feeling Troy's tongue slide out between his lips for a return lick.
"Fuck it. We're good to go." Troy pulled his fingers out and poured more lube into his palm, slicking up Swoff's cock with it. Swoff jerked Troy's shorts down his thighs, baring his ass completely. Troy moved forward a few key inches and then lowered his hips, taking Swoff balls-deep in one move. He fell forward and braced himself on Swoff's shoulders, shaking. Swoff stroked his back, knowing that Troy was waiting for the burn to fade. He shifted his hips experimentally and felt Troy bite him, just where the biceps and deltoids meet. Swoff smacked the back of his head with his free hand, and Troy sat up. The action forced Swoff's cock deeper into his ass. "FUCK!" Troy yelled.
"That's it," Swoff said. He grabbed one of Troy's shoulders, steadying him, and nodded when their eyes met. "Loud as you want."
Troy drew in a breath and lifted his hips, his ass rising in the air like it was on a string. Swoff whined and dug his fingers into Troy's shoulder. Troy slammed back down and yelled. The sound was one of pure pleasure.
"Jesus god," Swoff panted.
Troy was shaking his head. "I can't. You've got to--"
"What?"
Troy got off him and braced his hands on the wall of the foxhole, knees spread as much as his shorts would allow. Swoff scrambled up and got behind him, pushing back into Troy's body with a grunt. He was drowned out by Troy's cry.
"More?" Swoff panted in his ear. Troy whined through gritted teeth and nodded, his head hanging down between his arms. Swoff reared back and gave it to him, hips jackhammering in a rougher version of the homemade porn Troy had made him turn off back at base.
This kind of fucking Troy was okay with, because it wasn't hurting anybody. It helped him, helped Swoff, let them deal with their frustration, anger, adrenaline, and horniness in a positive way. Swoff liked to think that it was the most positive thing anyone could do, considering how hard it made Troy come, and how happy he looked afterwards, lying next to Swoff, limp and satiated.
Hell, Troy begged for it.
"THERE. There, th-- Oh, christ." He sounded like he was crying. Swoff kept going, knowing that Troy would knock his lights out if he stopped at this point.
"C'mon..." Swoff sighed with relief when he saw Troy reach down and start to jerk himself off in time to Swoff's thrusts. It wouldn't be long now.
Troy dug his fingers into the sand, the wall collapsing under his weight, sliding forward in the sand but not stopping. He was chanting "Yes" repeatedly, and then his ass seized like a vise around Swoff's cock. Swoff yelped and stopped, unable to move while Troy's orgasm held them both. Troy wailed into his own arm and trembled, not relaxing until the last drop was drained out of him.
Swoff eased him back when the time was right. Troy came bonelessly and slumped against Swoff's chest, his head falling back to rest on Swoff's shoulder. He was warm and pliant now, rolling with Swoff's movements in and out of him. Swoff kept going until his own climax caught him. He buried his own groan in Troy's neck, eyes squeezed shut, sweat mingling as their skin rubbed together.
They separated and Swoff fell back in the foxhole, pulling off the condom and pitching it away carelessly. He pulled up his shorts while Troy lay next to him, rubbing his own semen into his skin.
They stared up at the night sky for a while, enjoying the afterglow. Swoff looked over at Troy every once in a while, content to see the faint smile on Troy's face. Finally, Troy said, "Thanks."
Swoff just nodded. They got up and dressed, then went back to their tent and slid onto their cots. For the rest of the night, they were completely silent.