Fic: Bejeweled (1/1)
Title: Bejeweled (1/1)
Author: BradyGirl_12
Pairings/Characters: Robert Hogan/James Ivan Kinchloe, Battling Bruno, Wilhelm Klink, Tony Garlotti
Fandom: Hogan's Heroes
Genres: Historical, PWP
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Spoilers: For The Softer They Fall (4x18).
Summary: Hogan appreciates the sweet science...and Kinch.
Date Of Completion: May 13, 2023
Date Of Posting: May 19, 2023
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, Paramount does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 1135
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Glittering hero,
A bejeweled warrior
Of sweat and pain,
Of diamond rain,
A scent of passion
Perfume of desire.
Edwina Skeffington-Gault
Duchess Of Devonshire
"Bejeweled"
1843 C.E.
Gyms smelled the same whether in New York's Lower East Side or in a POW camp in the middle of Germany. They smelled of sweat and desperation.
The sweat part was easy: Kinch, Battling Bruno and their sparring partners were the ones contributing that element to the stale air.
Desperation? Maybe a whiff of it for Bruno, the German guard/boxing champ who had already been knocked cold the other day during a sparring match with Kinch. Most likely he was more uneasy than desperate, though that might change the closer it got to the big match with Kinch.
The desperation probably came from Klink, who was watching Bruno working the punching bag. Burkhalter had been furious to learn that Kinch had decked Bruno. An American had cleaned a German's clock! And a black American at that! This could not stand! So the general had ordered a real match and Klink knew Bruno had better win, or else!
But in this moment Hogan didn't care about debunking Aryan superiority or even about the espionage scheme he had cooked up using the boxing match as a cover. Right now all he cared about was watching Kinch.
Kinch was dressed in an olive drab sleeveless T-shirt and matching shorts. He wore socks and shoes appropriate for the ring, and brown leather boxing gloves. Tony Garlotti was his sparring partner and dressed the same, both wearing protective helmets and mouth guards.
Kinch's muscles rippled as he punched, his leg muscles propelling powerful movements, including feints. Only Garlotti's quickness kept him from more punishment.
"Whew! Break time," begged Garlotti.
"Sure." Kinch grinned.
Garlotti walked over to the corner and asked for water. Hogan put the dipper in the bucket. Garlotti drank thirstily. His sweat smelled strong.
Kinch came over. "Want some water?" Hogan asked.
"Yeah, that'd be great, sir "
Hogan ladled up the dripping water. He could smell Kinch and felt his groin tingle. The smell was salty/sweaty, a perfume that was totally natural and incredibly arousing. Droplets of water and sweat glittered on Kinch's skin. His throat pulsated as he gulped the water.
Hogan hastily took the dipper from Kinch. "More water, you guys?"
"I'll take another," Garlotti said. He was attractive, too, and Hogan knocked the dipper accidentally against the bucket.
Get ahold of yourself, Robert. Next thing you know you'll be aroused by Bruno.
Okay, at least Bruno wasn't a Nazi. He was just a schlub trying to win boxing matches.
"Okay, back at it," Hogan said.
"Yes, sir," Garlotti said. He put his mouth guard back in.
Kinch followed suit and soon he and Garlotti were dancing around the ring. Both men's skin gleamed and Hogan was mesmerized by rippling muscles and quick feet.
Finally, Kinch saw an opening and let loose. Garlotti went down.
"Good practice, guys," said Hogan. He could tell it was time to quit. Kinch and Garlotti climbed out of the ring, and Bruno and his sparring partner climbed in.
"Hit the showers, fellas," Hogan said. He walked out with them. "Kinch, can you come to my quarters before you hit the showers?"
"Sure, Colonel."
The barracks were empty, the men out playing volleyball and football.
"What's up, Colonel? A new tweak to the plan...oof!"
As soon as Kinch had closed the door to Hogan's quarters behind him, Hogan grabbed his shoulders and slammed him against it. His tongue was already tasting Kinch's collarbone.
Kinch grinned. "I see " He let Hogan have his way, going boneless as Hogan lapped up his sweat.
"Mmm, salty goodness," Hogan murmured.
"Salty? Shouldn't I be the peppery one in this relationship?"
Hogan chuckled, the sound thrumming along Kinch's skin. "Salty will do right now."
Hogan worked his way across his lover's collarbones, then down to his chest and stomach.
"We could do laundry on these washboard abs," Hogan murmured.
"I wouldn't mind a little extra soap and water," Kinch gasped.
"Mmm, yeah, what I could do with you in a real bathtub." Hogan's tongue flicked out to caress Kinch's stomach, and Kinch shivered. The warm tongue lapped across him, teasing and exploring.
Hogan played with the waistband of Kinch's shorts. Kinch ran his fingers through his lover's thick, dark hair as Hogan slowly slid Kinch's shorts down. Kinch moved restlessly as Hogan's tongue ran down his cock, which was responding enthusiastically to his partner.
"Mmm." Hogan's tongue was performing all kinds of wonderful maneuvers, and Kinch's cock was straining for more. Kinch desperately thrust his hips up and Hogan grinned. That salacious grin motivated Kinch to grab his hair and push his head down, and Hogan was more than happy to allow it.
Kinch groaned and thrust his hips up again. His fingers were tightly curled in Hogan's hair as he demanded, "Do it!"
Hogan did, taking Kinch's cock into his mouth. Kinch moaned, giving himself up to sweet sensation. Hogan's warm mouth engulfed him, sucking with purpose, and Kinch highly approved of that purpose. His fingers trembled in his partner's hair.
Kinch was swelling in his lover's mouth, perilously close to climax. He wanted Hogan to hurry. He couldn't hold back!
It was all over in a burst of energy that pleasure rolling through him like a wave at the seashore. He closed his eyes and let himself ride with it. Hogan released his cock and Kinch let afterglow wash over him like that salty wave.
"Wow," he said.
"I agree." Hogan pushed Kinch down onto his bunk and rested on his legs. "I'm wrung out. I feel like I've gone twelve rounds with Joe Louis."
"No bruises this way."
"Oh, yeah." Hogan closed his eyes. "You taste good."
"Good to know," Kinch chuckled.
"I can't move."
"You gave it your all." Kinch stretched an arm across his eyes. "You need any help?"
"Um, no. I sort of got my pants undone during my attention to your needs. I'm good."
Kinch laughed and groaned. "I gotta get to the showers before someone misses me."
"I miss you." Hogan kissed Kinch's stomach.
"Don't tempt me."
Hogan smiled. "So I'm tempting you?"
"Robert, you always tempt me."
Hogan laughed. "Hit the showers, fella."
"Yes, sir!" Kinch snapped off a mock salute and untangled himself from Hogan. He paused for a moment, then bent down for a kiss "See you later," he said, his husky voice promising great things. Great salacious things. He exited the room
Hogan was still kneeling on the floor, his elbows resting on his bunk. The smell of sex hung heavy in the air, salty and musky in a heady combination.
Hogan climbed up onto his bunk with a smile on his face.
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