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Fill - 1/1

[anonymous]

Probably not quite what was asked for, but here it is anyway
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Snafu shuffles up behind Sledge one night on Okinawa, wraps his arms around him in the darkness, kisses the corner of his mouth awkwardly, licks past his lips as he cups Sledge's dick through his fatigues. There's absolutely no preamble and Sledge gasps in surprise, stilling momentarily before bucking forward against Snafu's palm, reaching blindly behind himself to grasp hold of the other marines knee. He doesn't think to protest, just kisses back as his heart beats out of control. Snafu squeezes him lightly, rhythmically, and he can hardly breathe; no one's ever touched him like this, made him feel like every molecule in his body is shattering. In fact, no ones ever touched him, period. He thinks maybe Snafu's guessed this by the way he hushes him, gently trailing his other hand along Sledge's thigh, up over his chest, comforting.

Sledge can barely contain himself, sounds keep welling up in his throat, threatening to spill out. If they're heard, they'll both be utterly fucked; he tries holding his breath but that just makes things worse. Snafu begins to massage Sledge's dick through his pants in slow, circular movements; he can feel himself trembling and every single neuron in his brain misfires. There's heat in his belly and it spreads outwards, downwards. He's so hard now that it hurts, so close to the edge that his entire world has been shrunk down to just the feel of Snafu's hand on his cock.

Snafu huffs against his ear, tells him it's okay, maneuvers past the waistband of Sledge's pants and wraps a dry hand around his cock. It doesn't take long for it to get slippery and the slide of Snafu's palm, working him in long, languid strokes, is too much. Sledge moans, probably not loud enough for the others to hear him, but loud enough that Snafu has to use his free hand to cover Sledge's mouth. He arches up, can feel every muscle in his body tense; Snafu licks at his neck, bites down on his earlobe. Before he can stop himself Sledge is coming all over Snafu's fingers, riding out his climax to the sound of Snafu's whispered encouragements, the rattle of gunfire in the distance.

Sledge slumps back against Snafu's chest and exhales deeply. He can't quite believe it, not even when Snafu eases his hand from Sledge's pants, wipes it on his discarded anorak then presses a kiss to his cheek. Sledge's eyes fall closed, his bones feel like they're full of cement. He's vaguely aware that he should be reciprocating, but he hasn't felt this relaxed in weeks; his brain appears to have shut down completely. As he's drifting out of consciousness, Snafu nuzzles against his hair, whispers, “Sleep well, Sledgehammer,” and shifts slightly, linking their fingers together over Sledge's chest.

Re: Fill - 1/1

[anonymous]

UNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNF

This was exactly what I needed. Hot (SO VERY HOT) and ends with hand holding, absolute perfection! Hopefully Sledge remembers his manners when he wakes up... ;)

Re: Fill - 1/1

[anonymous]

Anon, I love you so hard for this.

This is hot, I love you Snafu here, he's just such a great boyfriend.

Re: Fill - 1/1

[majorenglishesq]

Hey, Anon.

FANTASTIC SHIT YOU'VE GOT HERE.

Can I just say? You hit me on my weak spot from the first, Snafu simply sliiiding up behind Sledge and holding a bodyfull of him. Whacked the breath right out of me. And then the heat and silence and the way Sledge just breaks down at the end, gently, just like Snafu intended. Lovely, him doing all the work like that, giving Sledge a moment, some pleasure, some peace. And me too, btw, omg.