Howl (Lew/Sid, R)
Pairing: Lew/Sid (by "Lew" I am referring to Chuckler)
Warnings: slash, smut
Disclaimer: I do not own hbo's "The Pacific", and this is based on the actor portrayals, not the real people.
Notes: Made with help from my “smart” glasses, and my good ol’ friend Hannah. Also, not a songfic, but I had the song Howl by Florence and the Machine in my head when I wrote this, thus the story title is “Howl”. It also is kind of like the song, but not really...if you get what I’m saying. And I realize that I really should have put someone like Hoosier in Lew’s place, because then it wouldn’t be so out of character. But I like Lew, so this is the way it’s going to be.
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HOWL
Ever since they first met in the humid, stinking jungles of the Pacific islands, Lew developed somewhat of an “obsession”, for lack of a better term, with the young man whom everyone called Sid. Sidney Phillips from Mobile, Alabama. Lew still remembered that.
Currently, they had just set up camp in the dense jungle, and while Lew was sitting around smoking and such, he caught sight of Sid wandering off into the thicket that encircled the camp. “Hn...” he murmured to himself, before getting up to follow.
When he saw Sid, he was crouched down looking at some sort of fungi on the ground or something. Lew smirked. Perfect. Without making a sound, he crept up behind Sid, and leaned against the nearby tree.
“Hey.”
Lew said plainly. Sid attempted to spin around, and in the process fell on his lovely bum.
“Jesus Christ!”
“You outta be more careful.”
Lew smiled devilishly before continuing.
“I could’ve been a Jap.”
He crouched on the damp ground next to Sid, quickly scanning the surrounding area.
Yup.
They were alone.
“Well, we should head back.”
Sid said as he was about to get up.
“Wait.”
Lew said a little more forcefully than he meant to. This earned him a strange look from Sid, who still attempted to stand. Lew grabbed his arm, holding him in place.
Now or never. Or at least not for a long time. Lew thought as he leaned over to put his free hand on Sid’s other side. The look on Sid’s face as Lew leaned in was one of confusion with a hint of caution. Maybe even a little curiosity. Lew stroked the side of his unshaven, rough cheek. His eyes were soft with longing. He leaned foward slowly, tilting his head to the side and gently pressed his lips against Sid’s own.
Thrilling.
Although the kiss was sweet and long, Sid didn’t respond as much as Lew would’ve liked. Their breathing resumed, Sid was panting as Lew pulled away. Sid was about to say something, but Lew put his finger over his lips.
“Don’t.”
His voice was lower; more threatening. Maybe even dangerous.
Sid just kept his eyes locked with Lew’s as the latter’s hand fell away from his face.
Immediately, Sid reached up to grasp the back of Lew’s neck and they fell back on the leafy ground. Sid took the initiative this time and kissed Lew with unexpected force, dragging his tongue across Lew’s bottom lip.
Said man, after straddling Sid, opened up his mouth and shared a steamy and needy kiss with the boy. Lew’s mouth eventually found its way down Sid’s neck, making a trail of small bite marks as he took off and tossed both of their jacket’s aside, not caring where they landed.
Next up, Lew worked on getting Sid’s pants off, which didn’t turn out to be too hard.
“Oh, feeling free today?”
Lew asked when he found that Sid lacked skivvies.
Sid just let out an odd grunting noise in return.
Those noises eventually morphed into pleasured moans that originated from the fact that Lew was stroking both their dicks together in unison.
“Fuck...”
Sid was breathing hard, and I daresay Lew was breathing slightly harder. Sid’s clenched hands (fists) eventually found themselves buried in Lew’s mat of dark hair, pulling their faces together for another rough and confused kiss. It didn’t last long and as Sid reached his climax, he shifted his head so that the side of their faces were touching; so he could feel Lew’s hot breath against his ear.
“Shit...Lew!”
Sid couldn’t help from yelling out this time as he came.
Upon hearing his name being emitted from Sid’s mouth, Lew froze for a minute, then came a few seconds later.
Sid didn’t notice the pause.
They were both sweaty (but who wasn’t in a place like this?) and Sid was panting loudly.
Loud enough so that he didn’t hear the soft, “I love you” from next to him.
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I HATE THE ENDING JUST SO YOU KNOW.
But I thought it would be nice to add since, well, Lew’s kind of “obsessed” with Sid in this story.
Comments and constructive criticism are nice, since I haven’t much experience writing this type of thing. :)
Warnings: slash, smut
Disclaimer: I do not own hbo's "The Pacific", and this is based on the actor portrayals, not the real people.
Notes: Made with help from my “smart” glasses, and my good ol’ friend Hannah. Also, not a songfic, but I had the song Howl by Florence and the Machine in my head when I wrote this, thus the story title is “Howl”. It also is kind of like the song, but not really...if you get what I’m saying. And I realize that I really should have put someone like Hoosier in Lew’s place, because then it wouldn’t be so out of character. But I like Lew, so this is the way it’s going to be.
_____________
HOWL
Ever since they first met in the humid, stinking jungles of the Pacific islands, Lew developed somewhat of an “obsession”, for lack of a better term, with the young man whom everyone called Sid. Sidney Phillips from Mobile, Alabama. Lew still remembered that.
Currently, they had just set up camp in the dense jungle, and while Lew was sitting around smoking and such, he caught sight of Sid wandering off into the thicket that encircled the camp. “Hn...” he murmured to himself, before getting up to follow.
When he saw Sid, he was crouched down looking at some sort of fungi on the ground or something. Lew smirked. Perfect. Without making a sound, he crept up behind Sid, and leaned against the nearby tree.
“Hey.”
Lew said plainly. Sid attempted to spin around, and in the process fell on his lovely bum.
“Jesus Christ!”
“You outta be more careful.”
Lew smiled devilishly before continuing.
“I could’ve been a Jap.”
He crouched on the damp ground next to Sid, quickly scanning the surrounding area.
Yup.
They were alone.
“Well, we should head back.”
Sid said as he was about to get up.
“Wait.”
Lew said a little more forcefully than he meant to. This earned him a strange look from Sid, who still attempted to stand. Lew grabbed his arm, holding him in place.
Now or never. Or at least not for a long time. Lew thought as he leaned over to put his free hand on Sid’s other side. The look on Sid’s face as Lew leaned in was one of confusion with a hint of caution. Maybe even a little curiosity. Lew stroked the side of his unshaven, rough cheek. His eyes were soft with longing. He leaned foward slowly, tilting his head to the side and gently pressed his lips against Sid’s own.
Thrilling.
Although the kiss was sweet and long, Sid didn’t respond as much as Lew would’ve liked. Their breathing resumed, Sid was panting as Lew pulled away. Sid was about to say something, but Lew put his finger over his lips.
“Don’t.”
His voice was lower; more threatening. Maybe even dangerous.
Sid just kept his eyes locked with Lew’s as the latter’s hand fell away from his face.
Immediately, Sid reached up to grasp the back of Lew’s neck and they fell back on the leafy ground. Sid took the initiative this time and kissed Lew with unexpected force, dragging his tongue across Lew’s bottom lip.
Said man, after straddling Sid, opened up his mouth and shared a steamy and needy kiss with the boy. Lew’s mouth eventually found its way down Sid’s neck, making a trail of small bite marks as he took off and tossed both of their jacket’s aside, not caring where they landed.
Next up, Lew worked on getting Sid’s pants off, which didn’t turn out to be too hard.
“Oh, feeling free today?”
Lew asked when he found that Sid lacked skivvies.
Sid just let out an odd grunting noise in return.
Those noises eventually morphed into pleasured moans that originated from the fact that Lew was stroking both their dicks together in unison.
“Fuck...”
Sid was breathing hard, and I daresay Lew was breathing slightly harder. Sid’s clenched hands (fists) eventually found themselves buried in Lew’s mat of dark hair, pulling their faces together for another rough and confused kiss. It didn’t last long and as Sid reached his climax, he shifted his head so that the side of their faces were touching; so he could feel Lew’s hot breath against his ear.
“Shit...Lew!”
Sid couldn’t help from yelling out this time as he came.
Upon hearing his name being emitted from Sid’s mouth, Lew froze for a minute, then came a few seconds later.
Sid didn’t notice the pause.
They were both sweaty (but who wasn’t in a place like this?) and Sid was panting loudly.
Loud enough so that he didn’t hear the soft, “I love you” from next to him.
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I HATE THE ENDING JUST SO YOU KNOW.
But I thought it would be nice to add since, well, Lew’s kind of “obsessed” with Sid in this story.
Comments and constructive criticism are nice, since I haven’t much experience writing this type of thing. :)