Brad is pulled into the hotel room as soon as Nate opens the door. All of his earlier uncertainty is gone as Nate fists his hands in Brad's collar, pulls him down, and starts kissing him without preamble. Brad flips them around and shoves Nate back against the door, because fuck if he's going to let a civilian get the better of him. He sucks Nate tongue into his mouth. Nate moans and rubs his hands up and down Brad's chest, fingers playing over the emblem embroidered on the pocket.
Brad wedges his thigh between Nate's legs' Nate immediately starts rubbing against him in time to the motion of his hands. Brad bats his hands away and starts to undo his blouse when Nate's hands come back up and close around his wrists. "Leave it on." Nate's voice is gravelly with lust.
Brad smirks. "Is that it? You don't only want to be fucked by a Marine, you want to know you're being fucked by a Marine."
Nate nods.
"What were you thinking of earlier, when you were circling us like an incompetent vulture?"
Brad starts to suck and lick at Nate's neck, and his answer is punctuated with moans and gasps.
"I got hard the minute I saw you. Do you realize what you look like in that thing?"
Brad works his hands under Nate's shirt, scraping his nails down his back. Nate arches into the touch before pulling as far back from Brad as he can and pulling his shirt off.
"I was thinking about what it would be like to be on my knees in front of you, my mouth wrapped around your cock and your open fly hitting my face each time I swallow you all the way down."
Brad bends to bite at Nate's nipple and succeeds in pushing down the bathing suit that Nate is now wearing even at Nate bucks at the feel of Brad's teeth. Nate is the definition of easy access.
Brad steps back and takes a moment to fully appreciate the sight of Nate stripped bare. His face might look like he belongs in high school, but the rest of him toned, his cock is hard and glistening.
"Sounds like a good start," Brad says and puts one hand on Nate's shoulder to guide him to his knees while he undoes his fly with the other one. Nate's hands settle on his feet and start stroking up and down Brad's boots even as he wraps his lips around Brad's cock.
Brad almost comes right there, Nate's mouth on him looking every bit as good as he imagined it would. Nate has clearly done this before, taking Brad deep and not flinching as a mixture of pre-come and saliva drips down his chin.
He let's Nate suck at him for a few minutes, encouraging him every once in a while with a "fuck Nate" or "just like that." Then he grips Nate's head in both hands and pulls him off. Nate slurps as he leans back and licks his lips while looking directly into Brad's eyes. Brad stares back. "I want to fuck you."
"Please," Nate says, wrapping a hand around his own cock and stroking.
Brad let's go of Nate and Nate crawls over to a backpack, pulling out a condom and lube. He tosses them to Brad and then lies on his back on the bed, spreading his legs wide and wrapping his fingers back around his cock.
Brad kneels on the bed and lubes up once of his fingers. It slips right in to Nate's hole. "More," Nate begs. Brad goes right to three fingers and Nate takes them easily. Brad raises and eyebrow at Nate. "I was hoping you'd want to do this," he explains.
"Fuck, Nate," Brad says, rolling on the condom, "you might make a competent officer after all."
Then he's sliding in and Nate is so. fucking. tight. He throws his head back and groans. Nate wraps his legs around him, two lines of heat against his back that he feels through his blouse. Nate reaches up and grabs onto him, tucking his fingers in where his sleeves are rolled up, using the leverage to pull himself down onto Brad's cock.
"Fuck me harder, Sergeant," Nate pants out.
Brad bends down and shoves his tongue into Nate's mouth for a messy kiss. He pulls back just enough to talk. "I don't take orders from you yet."
"Please," Nate says again.
Brad smirks against his mouth. "That's what I thought." He grabs Nate's hips and starts slamming into him, his balls smacking against Nate's ass with each thrust. Nate untangles one of his hands and starts furiously jerking himself off until he comes all over the front of Nate's blouse.
Nate lets go of Brad with his other hand and falls back to the bed while Brad thrusts into him a few last times before he comes too with a last, grunted, "fuck."
He slides out of Nate and pulls off the condom, tossing in what he hopes is at least the general direction of a trash can, before collapsing on the bed next to Nate. He tucks himself back into his trousers. If it weren't for the spunk covering his blouse he could walk out of here right now.
He looks a Nate out of the corner of his eye. Nate is still eying his clothes. "If that's your reaction every time you see a man in uniform, I'm not sure the Marine Corps is the best career choice for you," he offers.
Nate props himself up on his elbow. "But I've always wanted to service my country." He bites his lip.
Brad's mouth twitches. "That was almost funny, civilian."
He heads into the bathroom and cleans himself up the best he can. When he gets back into the room, Nate has pulled on the jeans he was wearing earlier.
"Thanks for coming," Nate says, smirking at Brad this time.
Brad rolls his eyes and shakes his head. "Stay frosty, Nate," he says, and heads out the door.
Brad wedges his thigh between Nate's legs' Nate immediately starts rubbing against him in time to the motion of his hands. Brad bats his hands away and starts to undo his blouse when Nate's hands come back up and close around his wrists. "Leave it on." Nate's voice is gravelly with lust.
Brad smirks. "Is that it? You don't only want to be fucked by a Marine, you want to know you're being fucked by a Marine."
Nate nods.
"What were you thinking of earlier, when you were circling us like an incompetent vulture?"
Brad starts to suck and lick at Nate's neck, and his answer is punctuated with moans and gasps.
"I got hard the minute I saw you. Do you realize what you look like in that thing?"
Brad works his hands under Nate's shirt, scraping his nails down his back. Nate arches into the touch before pulling as far back from Brad as he can and pulling his shirt off.
"I was thinking about what it would be like to be on my knees in front of you, my mouth wrapped around your cock and your open fly hitting my face each time I swallow you all the way down."
Brad bends to bite at Nate's nipple and succeeds in pushing down the bathing suit that Nate is now wearing even at Nate bucks at the feel of Brad's teeth. Nate is the definition of easy access.
Brad steps back and takes a moment to fully appreciate the sight of Nate stripped bare. His face might look like he belongs in high school, but the rest of him toned, his cock is hard and glistening.
"Sounds like a good start," Brad says and puts one hand on Nate's shoulder to guide him to his knees while he undoes his fly with the other one. Nate's hands settle on his feet and start stroking up and down Brad's boots even as he wraps his lips around Brad's cock.
Brad almost comes right there, Nate's mouth on him looking every bit as good as he imagined it would. Nate has clearly done this before, taking Brad deep and not flinching as a mixture of pre-come and saliva drips down his chin.
He let's Nate suck at him for a few minutes, encouraging him every once in a while with a "fuck Nate" or "just like that." Then he grips Nate's head in both hands and pulls him off. Nate slurps as he leans back and licks his lips while looking directly into Brad's eyes. Brad stares back. "I want to fuck you."
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Brad let's go of Nate and Nate crawls over to a backpack, pulling out a condom and lube. He tosses them to Brad and then lies on his back on the bed, spreading his legs wide and wrapping his fingers back around his cock.
Brad kneels on the bed and lubes up once of his fingers. It slips right in to Nate's hole. "More," Nate begs. Brad goes right to three fingers and Nate takes them easily. Brad raises and eyebrow at Nate. "I was hoping you'd want to do this," he explains.
"Fuck, Nate," Brad says, rolling on the condom, "you might make a competent officer after all."
Then he's sliding in and Nate is so. fucking. tight. He throws his head back and groans. Nate wraps his legs around him, two lines of heat against his back that he feels through his blouse. Nate reaches up and grabs onto him, tucking his fingers in where his sleeves are rolled up, using the leverage to pull himself down onto Brad's cock.
"Fuck me harder, Sergeant," Nate pants out.
Brad bends down and shoves his tongue into Nate's mouth for a messy kiss. He pulls back just enough to talk. "I don't take orders from you yet."
"Please," Nate says again.
Brad smirks against his mouth. "That's what I thought." He grabs Nate's hips and starts slamming into him, his balls smacking against Nate's ass with each thrust. Nate untangles one of his hands and starts furiously jerking himself off until he comes all over the front of Nate's blouse.
Nate lets go of Brad with his other hand and falls back to the bed while Brad thrusts into him a few last times before he comes too with a last, grunted, "fuck."
He slides out of Nate and pulls off the condom, tossing in what he hopes is at least the general direction of a trash can, before collapsing on the bed next to Nate. He tucks himself back into his trousers. If it weren't for the spunk covering his blouse he could walk out of here right now.
He looks a Nate out of the corner of his eye. Nate is still eying his clothes. "If that's your reaction every time you see a man in uniform, I'm not sure the Marine Corps is the best career choice for you," he offers.
Nate props himself up on his elbow. "But I've always wanted to service my country." He bites his lip.
Brad's mouth twitches. "That was almost funny, civilian."
He heads into the bathroom and cleans himself up the best he can. When he gets back into the room, Nate has pulled on the jeans he was wearing earlier.
"Thanks for coming," Nate says, smirking at Brad this time.
Brad rolls his eyes and shakes his head. "Stay frosty, Nate," he says, and heads out the door.
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Nate is the definition of easy access.
And how much do I love that line? A hell of a LOT.
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I think I may now have a uniform kink.
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