What Happens in Qatar, Stays in Qatar
Title: What Happens in Qatar, Stays in Qatar
Fandom: Transformers
Characters/pairings: Lennox/Epps
Rating: NC-17
Summary: It was a trust thing, really.
Warnings: Graphic manporn
Notes: Hm, missed one in the epic 'post mah crap here' fling. Copypasta from the last place I posted this:
In this post, snarechan mentioned that i_morgan wanted 'hot, sweaty, sexy man pr0n between Lennox and Epps', and in a comment, she inadvertently kicked my muse in the face with what became the title of this.
This is what happens when you give my brain the idea that neither of them are gay, but they're sleeping together anyway.
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Will Lennox's back hit the cot with enough force that the supports protested. "Fucker," he rasped, trying to undo the belt of the man above him with one hand. "I just ironed this uniform."
"Aww, is the officer afraid of failing his inspection?" Bobby Epps cooed, the words belied by a savage grin. He pressed his thigh between the taller man's legs and Lennox swore again, incoherently. With a grunt of effort, the captain flipped them over, pinning down Epps' shoulders, and the sergeant grinned again. "Ooh, gonna handcuff me next?"
"Bobby," Lennox said flatly, getting the frustrating belt open. "You talk too damn much."
This wasn't a common occurrence. There was too much against them - officer/enlisted fraternization, cross-branch rivalry, 'Don't Ask, Don't Tell', the fact that neither of them were gay anyway, the little gold bands they couldn't wear on their left ring fingers and wore on chains around their necks instead, base policy, a dozen other nit-picky things that went through Will's mind every month or so when this happened. If they were caught out, there would be six hundred types of hell to pay, losing their jobs being only the first.
Lennox smirked when whatever snarky comeback Epps was about to make was lost to a low moan through grit teeth, his hips jerking up towards the hand palming his cock through his briefs. Trigger-rough fingers fisted into Lennox's shirt and the wrinkles were worth seeing the usually-composed sergeant so undone. He gave a quick squeeze before working at getting the briefs out of the way, his task made tougher by Epps tugging at his pants and he was sure that the man was going out of his way to muss the creases in his slacks.
It wasn't like they were in love or anything (the brotherly love that developed between men who fought together didn't count) They didn't go around pining for each other, or checking each other out, or molesting each other behind the Humvees. They didn't even kiss during these trysts, or really get close at all (part of that was self-preservation on Will's part - Bobby bit in the throes of passion, and while Teresa Epps might love it, Will preferred the skin of his shoulders intact) And both of them preferred curves to corded muscle, anyway.
Lennox shoved up Epps' shirt, to avoid hearing the man bitch about a mess on his clothes, then groaned as a large hand trapped their cocks together just right. He rocked into the contact, trying to move without the cot squeaking too much, his hand joining Epps' between their bodies to force things a little faster, a little harder, sweat and precome making everything just slick enough to be good. Epps moved in counterpoint, rolling his hips without regards to the noisy cot and anyone that might hear and Lennox couldn't even tell him to knock it off because damn that felt good.
It wasn't love, or even lust. It was trust, and helping out a friend, and the fact that someone else's hand (and on one occasion that neither spoke of, someone else's mouth) was so much better than going solo.
They were both getting close, Epps muffling himself with the crook of his elbow while his hand worked them both. Lennox bit the inside of his lip, willing himself to stay quiet as everything seemed to synch up all at once, his arm trembling to hold him up as he came. Epps let out a noise something like protest, and Lennox hoped that the man finished soon because what felt good before he came was almost painful after.
It was an understanding, and a secret (one he suspected the rest of their unit knew and didn't care about) and - though he'd never admit it aloud - really, really good, preferences be damned.
Epps came with a full body shudder, briefly arching his back up off the cot. Lennox waited until Epps settled back down before he sat back and reached for his laundry bag, fishing out a pair of dirty shirts so they could clean themselves up. They set themselves to rights in silence, not awkward but still heavy, and Will didn't know if he was relieved or alarmed that his usual post-fling guilt was a little lighter each time.
He opened his mouth to comment on it - though God only knew what he was actually going to say - but Epps beat him to it, standing and stretching hard enough for his shoulders to pop. "Think you can focus on that report for the general now?" the sergeant asked, raising a brow.
Lennox looked over at his field desk and the scattered papers on top (how had paperwork of all things turned into sex?) then shrugged, noting on some level that he'd have to change to his second-best uniform before he talked to the general. "Guess so," he said mildly. They could talk about their 'feelings' later. Right now, they had a war to fight.
Fandom: Transformers
Characters/pairings: Lennox/Epps
Rating: NC-17
Summary: It was a trust thing, really.
Warnings: Graphic manporn
Notes: Hm, missed one in the epic 'post mah crap here' fling. Copypasta from the last place I posted this:
In this post, snarechan mentioned that i_morgan wanted 'hot, sweaty, sexy man pr0n between Lennox and Epps', and in a comment, she inadvertently kicked my muse in the face with what became the title of this.
This is what happens when you give my brain the idea that neither of them are gay, but they're sleeping together anyway.
Table of Contents
o o o
Will Lennox's back hit the cot with enough force that the supports protested. "Fucker," he rasped, trying to undo the belt of the man above him with one hand. "I just ironed this uniform."
"Aww, is the officer afraid of failing his inspection?" Bobby Epps cooed, the words belied by a savage grin. He pressed his thigh between the taller man's legs and Lennox swore again, incoherently. With a grunt of effort, the captain flipped them over, pinning down Epps' shoulders, and the sergeant grinned again. "Ooh, gonna handcuff me next?"
"Bobby," Lennox said flatly, getting the frustrating belt open. "You talk too damn much."
This wasn't a common occurrence. There was too much against them - officer/enlisted fraternization, cross-branch rivalry, 'Don't Ask, Don't Tell', the fact that neither of them were gay anyway, the little gold bands they couldn't wear on their left ring fingers and wore on chains around their necks instead, base policy, a dozen other nit-picky things that went through Will's mind every month or so when this happened. If they were caught out, there would be six hundred types of hell to pay, losing their jobs being only the first.
Lennox smirked when whatever snarky comeback Epps was about to make was lost to a low moan through grit teeth, his hips jerking up towards the hand palming his cock through his briefs. Trigger-rough fingers fisted into Lennox's shirt and the wrinkles were worth seeing the usually-composed sergeant so undone. He gave a quick squeeze before working at getting the briefs out of the way, his task made tougher by Epps tugging at his pants and he was sure that the man was going out of his way to muss the creases in his slacks.
It wasn't like they were in love or anything (the brotherly love that developed between men who fought together didn't count) They didn't go around pining for each other, or checking each other out, or molesting each other behind the Humvees. They didn't even kiss during these trysts, or really get close at all (part of that was self-preservation on Will's part - Bobby bit in the throes of passion, and while Teresa Epps might love it, Will preferred the skin of his shoulders intact) And both of them preferred curves to corded muscle, anyway.
Lennox shoved up Epps' shirt, to avoid hearing the man bitch about a mess on his clothes, then groaned as a large hand trapped their cocks together just right. He rocked into the contact, trying to move without the cot squeaking too much, his hand joining Epps' between their bodies to force things a little faster, a little harder, sweat and precome making everything just slick enough to be good. Epps moved in counterpoint, rolling his hips without regards to the noisy cot and anyone that might hear and Lennox couldn't even tell him to knock it off because damn that felt good.
It wasn't love, or even lust. It was trust, and helping out a friend, and the fact that someone else's hand (and on one occasion that neither spoke of, someone else's mouth) was so much better than going solo.
They were both getting close, Epps muffling himself with the crook of his elbow while his hand worked them both. Lennox bit the inside of his lip, willing himself to stay quiet as everything seemed to synch up all at once, his arm trembling to hold him up as he came. Epps let out a noise something like protest, and Lennox hoped that the man finished soon because what felt good before he came was almost painful after.
It was an understanding, and a secret (one he suspected the rest of their unit knew and didn't care about) and - though he'd never admit it aloud - really, really good, preferences be damned.
Epps came with a full body shudder, briefly arching his back up off the cot. Lennox waited until Epps settled back down before he sat back and reached for his laundry bag, fishing out a pair of dirty shirts so they could clean themselves up. They set themselves to rights in silence, not awkward but still heavy, and Will didn't know if he was relieved or alarmed that his usual post-fling guilt was a little lighter each time.
He opened his mouth to comment on it - though God only knew what he was actually going to say - but Epps beat him to it, standing and stretching hard enough for his shoulders to pop. "Think you can focus on that report for the general now?" the sergeant asked, raising a brow.
Lennox looked over at his field desk and the scattered papers on top (how had paperwork of all things turned into sex?) then shrugged, noting on some level that he'd have to change to his second-best uniform before he talked to the general. "Guess so," he said mildly. They could talk about their 'feelings' later. Right now, they had a war to fight.