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wrennetteTitle: Shore Leave
Pairing: GSgt. Mike "Gunny" Wynn x Lt. Nate Fick x Sgt. Brad "Iceman" Colbert
Fandom: Generation Kill
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This story is fictional, and in no way represents actual fact. No defamation of actual people is intended and no profit is made by the author.
Warnings: Unbeta-ed. PWP. A bit of bondage and knife kink.
Notes: Follows this Gunny/Nate/Brad fic.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
naanima wanted a sequel, and babygirlraven seconded and specified that it ought to have "EXTRA LOTS AND LOTS OF HOT SWEATY MARINE SEXY SEX!!!!!" I have done my best to comply XD
Nate swallowed drily, glancing along the dingy motel corridor. He had no idea what to expect. Well, he had an idea. He knew Mike wanted to fuck him. He knew Brad also wanted to fuck him. He knew he wasn't going to even try and stop either of them, because he wanted to get fucked. But beyond those most basic facts, all he knew was that Mike had gotten a room at this skanky little motel, far from where any number of Marines that might recognize them would be on shore leave in Sydney. He took a deep breath, then rapped softly at the door. For a long moment he waited, and then there were the soft sounds of a chain being undone and locks tumbling open. The door swung open, and there was Mike, half dressed and half hard, a smug smirk curling up one corner of his mouth.
"Come on in," Mike said gruffly, and Nate swallowed again, then nodded. His nerves kicked in as he crossed the threshold, but Mike was there, hugging him from behind, kissing the side of his neck gently. "We're gonna take such good care of you," the gunnery sergeant promised, one of his hands skimming down Nate's trim body, cupping his soft cock through his jeans. Nate nodded, still breathing a bit fast and shallow with anxiety. "Iceman'll be here soon," Mike told him, hands moving to the fly of Nate's jeans and unfastening it, pushing the rough fabric down.
Taking a deep breath, Nate nodded, stepping out of his jeans and flip flips, then stripping off his tee shirt. Mike's hands were immediately back on him, hotter even than the sweltering Australian heat. Nate whimpered softly as Mike's hand closed around his cock, working him quickly to arousal. He reached down, covering Mike's hand with his own, trying to urge the older man on. Mike chuckled softly though, pressed a smile against Nate's shoulder, and resolutely kept his touches light, teasing. "If you don't behave I'll tie you up," Mike warned, and Nate went still instantly, because he was a little scared of how good that idea sounded to him.
Mike ran his hands all over Nate, finding sensitive spots, teasing the officer mercilessly. Soon Nate was shaking against him, trying so hard to stay still, but not quite able to manage it. When Mike's hands stroked down between his legs, he could hold out no longer. He arched up, and when Mike's hands avoided his straining erection to play with his balls, he wound his own fingers around the base of his cock.
"What did I tell you?" Mike asked gruffly, hand stilling Nate's, and Nate whimpered softly.
"Please," he gasped. "Need to cum so bad". Mike grinned, squeezing Nate's balls with his other hand.
"I warned you," Mike said, and then he was moving, long years of recon training showing as he quickly had Nate pressed face down on the floor, both hands twisted against the small of his back. Nate groaned softly, feet scrabbling against the rough carpet, trying the get free. Mike kept him pinned easily though, and Nate wasn't sure he wanted to know how the older man produced cable ties to restrain him with so quickly. The improvised cuffs weren't uncomfortably tight, probably looser than standard operating procedure. But his wrists were still tied together, Mike's solid weight consolidated into the single point of his knee at the small of Nate's back.
"If I let you up," Mike asked, "will you behave?" For a long moment, Nate didn't answer, too ashamed of his body's reaction to being pinned to the floor and restrained. "Nate?" the gunny asked more gently, shifting so he no longer pinned Nate, rubbing his hands gently along the officer's shoulders.
"I'll behave," Nate agreed, kneeling up and looking over his shoulder at the older man. Mike groaned softly. Nate's pale irises were completely invisible, dark pupils blown wide with want. His already full pink lips were fuller, darker and wet, cheeks spotted with color. Mike hauled the officer to his feet, looking at him closely from head to toe. He didn't appear to be in pain at all, just incredibly aroused, cock flushed with blood, the head glistening with pre-come.
"That turn you on?" Mike asked, a half smile easing onto his face as he reached down to gently cup Nate's balls. "You like being held down?" Nate's flush darkened, spread down his neck and chest, and Mike grinned at the silent affirmation. He tightened his grip slightly, and Nate's cock twitched in his hand. "Yeah, I think you like that a lot," Mike said, smirk growing into a grin, and Nate groaned softly, spreading his legs and rocking his hips forward into Mike's hand.
There was a soft coded tap at the door, and then the locks tumbled.
"Well fuck," Brad said softly, hurriedly closing and locking the door behind him. "I just can't leave you two alone together can I?" Brad asked, and it was obvious he was trying for levity, but it didn't really work, because his voice was low and thick with desire. Nate tried to twist his head, look back at Brad, but Mike grabbed his chin, shook his head with a little smile. Brad's hands came to rest on his hips though, and then Brad's fully clothed body was pressed against his back. He wriggled his fingers experimentally, wrapping them around Brad's cock. The older man bucked against him, one hand coming up to reposition Nate's head, kissing him sloppily.
"The restraints strictly necessary?" Brad asked, still bucking into Nate's bound hands. Mike grinned.
"He was getting ahead of himself," the gunnery sergeant said with a shrug. "I didn't want the party to get too far ahead of you". Brad snorted softly, nuzzling at Nate's neck.
"I've got an idea," Brad said after a moment, then stepped away. Nate shivered, the sudden rush of air against his back seeming cold after the intense heat of Brad's body.
"Get on the bed," Brad said, and Mike put a firm hand on his waist, letting him know that Brad meant him. He knelt unsteadily in the center of the lumpy mattress, trying not to think about how many other people had been fucked in that room previously. Mike knelt behind him, running surprisingly gentle hands over him. The bed dipped further when Brad joined them, and then Nate went stone still, every muscle in his body tensing as cool metal pressed along his forearm. There was a slight pressure on the opposite side of his wrist, and then he let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding as the plastic restraints fell away.
Mike kissed the nape of his neck, then shoved him forward. On instinct he shot his hands out to brace himself, and evidently both Brad and Mike were expecting that. They took his hands firmly, and within a few moments his wrists were again cable tied together. This time though, his arms were stretched above his head, a few other cable ties forming an improvised chain that kept his hands up near the headboard.
"Better access," Brad explained, and Nate whimpered softly as one of the sergeant's hands firmly kneaded his ass.
"Good thinking," Mike said gruffly, and Nate whimpered again, because he needed to see them damnit.
He pulled gently against the restraints, just to see how much slack there was. Satisfied that he wouldn't pull anything, he rolled onto his back. It wasn't exactly comfortable, but it meant he got to watch Mike tug Brad down for a deep, wet kiss. Watching them kiss was incredible. Both wanted to be the dominant partner, and they licked and bit at one another, using teeth to pull on lips, twining their tongues together sinuously. Nate groaned softly watching them, and they broke apart, both of them panting raggedly. Two pair of desire dark eyes pinned him more firmly to the mattress than restraints ever could, and he let out another soft groan.
"I thought one of you was going to fuck me," Nate gasped, forcing one corner of his mouth up into a slightly less smug than normal smirk, and both older men smiled. Neither smile was friendly. They were predatory smiles, and Nate's arousal ratcheted up another level.
"Back onto your hands and knees," Mike said, reaching down to gently rub Nate's thigh, and Nate groaned softly, shifting under the touch to try and get the Gunny to stroke his cock. It didn't work though, just earned him a smug look. So he groaned again, then rolled back onto his front, coming up onto his hands and knees and spreading his thighs.
Before too long, Mike's rough fingers were pressing into him, well slicked with lube. He clenched his jaw and hissed softly in discomfort. Mike was careful and thorough though, and soon Nate was quivering with need, breathily begging to be fucked. He heard Mike groan softly, looked back over his shoulder to see Brad stroke the older man, then roll a rubber onto his thick cock. He licked his lips, letting his head drop back down, and then he was the one groaning as Mike slowly pressed into him.
"Fuck that looks good," Brad murmured softly, and the mattress shifted. Nate glanced over, and Brad was sprawled alongside him, staring intently at where Mike's dick pressed into his body and slowly stroking himself. Mike snapped his hips into Nate roughly, making the officer groan deeply and brace himself to keep from being driven down into the bed. The Gunny groaned as well, holding Nate's hips still and rocking into him.
"Feels so good," Mike murmured, and Brad grinned, watching both other men lose control. Soon Mike was pounding into Nate as hard as he could, his thrusts shaking the bed, slamming it into the wall rhythmically. Nate whimpered softly, lowering his head onto his braced forearms. His moans became almost constant, his thighs quivering with the strain of holding him up and still.
"Please," Nate finally gasped out, unbearably close to orgasm. "Need more," he pleaded, not caring how desperate he sounded, and Mike obliged, changing his angle just enough, slamming into Nate's prostate. Nate let out a long low groan, his entire body tensing then going slack as he came.
"Fuck," Mike swore, snapping his hips up a few more times before burying his dick as deeply in Nate as possible and going still as he shot his load. Mike stayed inside Nate for a long moment, rolling his hips gently. Slowly he eased out of Nate, and the officer whimpered softly as he was left empty. Brad grinned, squeezing his dick, then kneeled up. Mike flopped down on the other side of Nate, leaning over to kiss him slowly. Nate kissed back eagerly, moaning into Mike's mouth as Brad eased into him. Mike pulled away, watching Brad fuck Nate as Brad had earlier watched him. Nate kept his head turned toward Mike, watched Mike watch Brad. His entire body was oversensitive, and Brad's cock felt unbearably hot inside him.
Brad fucked Nate slowly, keeping an iron grasp on his control. He fucked Nate until the young officer began to moan and beg for more. Reaching down, he felt Nate's cock beginning to thicken and harden. With a grin he stroked Nate's cock, working the smaller man back to full arousal. Soon Nate began thrusting back against him, grunting softly as he met the press of Brad's hips.
"Fuck," Mike said appreciatively, reaching over to help Brad stroke Nate's cock. Nate whimpered, already overwhelmed.
"Please," he gasped out. "Please Brad, need this. Need to come." Brad hissed softly, snapping his hips up and speeding his stroke on Nate's cock. Mike pulled Nate's head down, kissing him deeply, and the officer shuddered, whimpering into the kiss as he came again, bucking back against Brad eagerly. With a deep groan, Brad buried himself in Nate one last time, hands clenching on Nate's hips as he came.
"Fuck," Brad breathed softly, then slowly eased himself from Nate's body. When Brad let go of Nate's hips, the officer collapsed onto his side on the bed, panting shallowly. Slowly his eyes fluttered open, still dark and wild with lust. Mike leaned in, kissing Nate deeply, teasing soft moans from his mouth. When he pulled away, Brad swooped down to take Nate's lips, kissing him breathless. Nate whimpered softly, tugging restlessly at his restraints, wanting to pull Brad close. Brad pulled away, and Nate leaned up, trying to keep their mouths joined, then collapsed back into the bed, limp with satisfaction.
"Shhh," Brad urged him softly, then left the bed, returning a moment later, his K-BAR grasped lightly between his thumb and forefinger. Nate shivered, then whimpered as the cool metal skimmed up his arm.
"Well fuck," Mike murmured, watching as Nate's dick twitched, trying to thicken and harden. "Brad," he said softly, and the sergeant looked up questioningly. Mike glanced towards Nate's groin, directing Brad's gaze. Brad looked down, eyes widening. Carefully he traced the flat of the knife blade along the tender underside of Nate's arm. The officer's pale eyes fluttered and rolled into his head, full lips parting slightly, allowing a low keening of pleasure to escape.
"You like that?" Brad asked breathlessly, pressing down lightly. A weal of blood rose along the edge of the blade, and Nate whimpered softly, opening his thighs and undulating his hips slowly. Mike groaned softly, reaching down to squeeze his cock. He stood from the bed, getting his own K-BAR. Kneeling between Nate's spread thighs, he laid the flat of his blade against the smooth skin. Nate whimpered softly, the muscles in his legs quivering visibly. Mike gently slid his knife along the muscle, watching as Nate slowly thickened and hardened.
Mike slicked his cock quickly, then lifted Nate's hips. He eased into the younger man, making Nate groan more thickly as he was breached. Brad looked back, grinning as he watched Mike push into their commanding officer. When Mike was in to the hilt, he nodded sharply at Brad. The sergeant nodded in reply, shifting so he knelt at Nate's head, pulling the smaller man up so the tip of his dick rested against Nate's full mouth. Nate licked his lips, opening his mouth so Brad could thrust into him. He whimpered softly, overwhelmed with the sensation of penetration from both directions and the cool seductive danger of the deadly knifes laying against his flesh.
"You are one strange man," Mike gasped out, but Nate couldn't really be too insulted, because he might be strange, but Mike was still fucking him deep and hard. The gunnery sergeant took him with strong, even strokes, and before too long, Mike was gasping raggedly, his rhythm failing. His hips stuttered against Nate's, and then he was coming, a low groan of satisfaction working it's way out of him. Letting Nate's legs fall back down onto the mattress, Mike again collapsed at the officer's side, watching as he sucked Brad's cock.
Brad pulled away after a while, let Nate's head loll back against the pillow. Nate opened his eyes slowly, looking up at Brad questioningly, pupils blown. Brad smirked, then shifted down the officer's body so he knelt between his legs, where Mike had been only moments before. Nate watched him move, then let his head fall back onto the bed, eyes once again falling closed. He let out a long low breath as Brad pressed into him, then groaned as the larger man palmed his erection. It took a few strokes for them to get the rhythm right, but then Brad was sliding up, and Nate was pressing back, and with a sly grin, Mike leaned down took the head of Nate's cock in his mouth. Nate let out a ragged gasp of surprised pleasure, too far gone already to speak coherently.
The sergeant let go, let Mike take care of Nate's dick, and between the two sensations, the slick slide of Mike's mouth and the rough penetration of Brad's cock, Nate didn't last long. He barely made a noise, just whimpered softly as he came in Mike's mouth. Mike pulled away, found a can and spit, then watched as Brad shoved his dick into Nate one last time, back arching, arms straining, and came with a low, nearly sub audible groan. Brad rolled lazily into the bed alongside Nate, pulled the languid officer into his arms. Nate turned into the embrace, nuzzled his face against Brad's smooth, toned chest, but seemed perfectly content to just lay there, sticky and sweaty. For a moment, Mike debated, but then Nate's eyelids slowly fluttered open, and he looked up at the Gunny, eyes hazy with satisfaction, and a slow smile eased across his full pink lips. Mike smiled back, couldn't quite help himself, then laid back down on Nate's other side.
Pairing: GSgt. Mike "Gunny" Wynn x Lt. Nate Fick x Sgt. Brad "Iceman" Colbert
Fandom: Generation Kill
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This story is fictional, and in no way represents actual fact. No defamation of actual people is intended and no profit is made by the author.
Warnings: Unbeta-ed. PWP. A bit of bondage and knife kink.
Notes: Follows this Gunny/Nate/Brad fic.
naanima wanted a sequel, and babygirlraven seconded and specified that it ought to have "EXTRA LOTS AND LOTS OF HOT SWEATY MARINE SEXY SEX!!!!!" I have done my best to comply XDNate swallowed drily, glancing along the dingy motel corridor. He had no idea what to expect. Well, he had an idea. He knew Mike wanted to fuck him. He knew Brad also wanted to fuck him. He knew he wasn't going to even try and stop either of them, because he wanted to get fucked. But beyond those most basic facts, all he knew was that Mike had gotten a room at this skanky little motel, far from where any number of Marines that might recognize them would be on shore leave in Sydney. He took a deep breath, then rapped softly at the door. For a long moment he waited, and then there were the soft sounds of a chain being undone and locks tumbling open. The door swung open, and there was Mike, half dressed and half hard, a smug smirk curling up one corner of his mouth.
"Come on in," Mike said gruffly, and Nate swallowed again, then nodded. His nerves kicked in as he crossed the threshold, but Mike was there, hugging him from behind, kissing the side of his neck gently. "We're gonna take such good care of you," the gunnery sergeant promised, one of his hands skimming down Nate's trim body, cupping his soft cock through his jeans. Nate nodded, still breathing a bit fast and shallow with anxiety. "Iceman'll be here soon," Mike told him, hands moving to the fly of Nate's jeans and unfastening it, pushing the rough fabric down.
Taking a deep breath, Nate nodded, stepping out of his jeans and flip flips, then stripping off his tee shirt. Mike's hands were immediately back on him, hotter even than the sweltering Australian heat. Nate whimpered softly as Mike's hand closed around his cock, working him quickly to arousal. He reached down, covering Mike's hand with his own, trying to urge the older man on. Mike chuckled softly though, pressed a smile against Nate's shoulder, and resolutely kept his touches light, teasing. "If you don't behave I'll tie you up," Mike warned, and Nate went still instantly, because he was a little scared of how good that idea sounded to him.
Mike ran his hands all over Nate, finding sensitive spots, teasing the officer mercilessly. Soon Nate was shaking against him, trying so hard to stay still, but not quite able to manage it. When Mike's hands stroked down between his legs, he could hold out no longer. He arched up, and when Mike's hands avoided his straining erection to play with his balls, he wound his own fingers around the base of his cock.
"What did I tell you?" Mike asked gruffly, hand stilling Nate's, and Nate whimpered softly.
"Please," he gasped. "Need to cum so bad". Mike grinned, squeezing Nate's balls with his other hand.
"I warned you," Mike said, and then he was moving, long years of recon training showing as he quickly had Nate pressed face down on the floor, both hands twisted against the small of his back. Nate groaned softly, feet scrabbling against the rough carpet, trying the get free. Mike kept him pinned easily though, and Nate wasn't sure he wanted to know how the older man produced cable ties to restrain him with so quickly. The improvised cuffs weren't uncomfortably tight, probably looser than standard operating procedure. But his wrists were still tied together, Mike's solid weight consolidated into the single point of his knee at the small of Nate's back.
"If I let you up," Mike asked, "will you behave?" For a long moment, Nate didn't answer, too ashamed of his body's reaction to being pinned to the floor and restrained. "Nate?" the gunny asked more gently, shifting so he no longer pinned Nate, rubbing his hands gently along the officer's shoulders.
"I'll behave," Nate agreed, kneeling up and looking over his shoulder at the older man. Mike groaned softly. Nate's pale irises were completely invisible, dark pupils blown wide with want. His already full pink lips were fuller, darker and wet, cheeks spotted with color. Mike hauled the officer to his feet, looking at him closely from head to toe. He didn't appear to be in pain at all, just incredibly aroused, cock flushed with blood, the head glistening with pre-come.
"That turn you on?" Mike asked, a half smile easing onto his face as he reached down to gently cup Nate's balls. "You like being held down?" Nate's flush darkened, spread down his neck and chest, and Mike grinned at the silent affirmation. He tightened his grip slightly, and Nate's cock twitched in his hand. "Yeah, I think you like that a lot," Mike said, smirk growing into a grin, and Nate groaned softly, spreading his legs and rocking his hips forward into Mike's hand.
There was a soft coded tap at the door, and then the locks tumbled.
"Well fuck," Brad said softly, hurriedly closing and locking the door behind him. "I just can't leave you two alone together can I?" Brad asked, and it was obvious he was trying for levity, but it didn't really work, because his voice was low and thick with desire. Nate tried to twist his head, look back at Brad, but Mike grabbed his chin, shook his head with a little smile. Brad's hands came to rest on his hips though, and then Brad's fully clothed body was pressed against his back. He wriggled his fingers experimentally, wrapping them around Brad's cock. The older man bucked against him, one hand coming up to reposition Nate's head, kissing him sloppily.
"The restraints strictly necessary?" Brad asked, still bucking into Nate's bound hands. Mike grinned.
"He was getting ahead of himself," the gunnery sergeant said with a shrug. "I didn't want the party to get too far ahead of you". Brad snorted softly, nuzzling at Nate's neck.
"I've got an idea," Brad said after a moment, then stepped away. Nate shivered, the sudden rush of air against his back seeming cold after the intense heat of Brad's body.
"Get on the bed," Brad said, and Mike put a firm hand on his waist, letting him know that Brad meant him. He knelt unsteadily in the center of the lumpy mattress, trying not to think about how many other people had been fucked in that room previously. Mike knelt behind him, running surprisingly gentle hands over him. The bed dipped further when Brad joined them, and then Nate went stone still, every muscle in his body tensing as cool metal pressed along his forearm. There was a slight pressure on the opposite side of his wrist, and then he let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding as the plastic restraints fell away.
Mike kissed the nape of his neck, then shoved him forward. On instinct he shot his hands out to brace himself, and evidently both Brad and Mike were expecting that. They took his hands firmly, and within a few moments his wrists were again cable tied together. This time though, his arms were stretched above his head, a few other cable ties forming an improvised chain that kept his hands up near the headboard.
"Better access," Brad explained, and Nate whimpered softly as one of the sergeant's hands firmly kneaded his ass.
"Good thinking," Mike said gruffly, and Nate whimpered again, because he needed to see them damnit.
He pulled gently against the restraints, just to see how much slack there was. Satisfied that he wouldn't pull anything, he rolled onto his back. It wasn't exactly comfortable, but it meant he got to watch Mike tug Brad down for a deep, wet kiss. Watching them kiss was incredible. Both wanted to be the dominant partner, and they licked and bit at one another, using teeth to pull on lips, twining their tongues together sinuously. Nate groaned softly watching them, and they broke apart, both of them panting raggedly. Two pair of desire dark eyes pinned him more firmly to the mattress than restraints ever could, and he let out another soft groan.
"I thought one of you was going to fuck me," Nate gasped, forcing one corner of his mouth up into a slightly less smug than normal smirk, and both older men smiled. Neither smile was friendly. They were predatory smiles, and Nate's arousal ratcheted up another level.
"Back onto your hands and knees," Mike said, reaching down to gently rub Nate's thigh, and Nate groaned softly, shifting under the touch to try and get the Gunny to stroke his cock. It didn't work though, just earned him a smug look. So he groaned again, then rolled back onto his front, coming up onto his hands and knees and spreading his thighs.
Before too long, Mike's rough fingers were pressing into him, well slicked with lube. He clenched his jaw and hissed softly in discomfort. Mike was careful and thorough though, and soon Nate was quivering with need, breathily begging to be fucked. He heard Mike groan softly, looked back over his shoulder to see Brad stroke the older man, then roll a rubber onto his thick cock. He licked his lips, letting his head drop back down, and then he was the one groaning as Mike slowly pressed into him.
"Fuck that looks good," Brad murmured softly, and the mattress shifted. Nate glanced over, and Brad was sprawled alongside him, staring intently at where Mike's dick pressed into his body and slowly stroking himself. Mike snapped his hips into Nate roughly, making the officer groan deeply and brace himself to keep from being driven down into the bed. The Gunny groaned as well, holding Nate's hips still and rocking into him.
"Feels so good," Mike murmured, and Brad grinned, watching both other men lose control. Soon Mike was pounding into Nate as hard as he could, his thrusts shaking the bed, slamming it into the wall rhythmically. Nate whimpered softly, lowering his head onto his braced forearms. His moans became almost constant, his thighs quivering with the strain of holding him up and still.
"Please," Nate finally gasped out, unbearably close to orgasm. "Need more," he pleaded, not caring how desperate he sounded, and Mike obliged, changing his angle just enough, slamming into Nate's prostate. Nate let out a long low groan, his entire body tensing then going slack as he came.
"Fuck," Mike swore, snapping his hips up a few more times before burying his dick as deeply in Nate as possible and going still as he shot his load. Mike stayed inside Nate for a long moment, rolling his hips gently. Slowly he eased out of Nate, and the officer whimpered softly as he was left empty. Brad grinned, squeezing his dick, then kneeled up. Mike flopped down on the other side of Nate, leaning over to kiss him slowly. Nate kissed back eagerly, moaning into Mike's mouth as Brad eased into him. Mike pulled away, watching Brad fuck Nate as Brad had earlier watched him. Nate kept his head turned toward Mike, watched Mike watch Brad. His entire body was oversensitive, and Brad's cock felt unbearably hot inside him.
Brad fucked Nate slowly, keeping an iron grasp on his control. He fucked Nate until the young officer began to moan and beg for more. Reaching down, he felt Nate's cock beginning to thicken and harden. With a grin he stroked Nate's cock, working the smaller man back to full arousal. Soon Nate began thrusting back against him, grunting softly as he met the press of Brad's hips.
"Fuck," Mike said appreciatively, reaching over to help Brad stroke Nate's cock. Nate whimpered, already overwhelmed.
"Please," he gasped out. "Please Brad, need this. Need to come." Brad hissed softly, snapping his hips up and speeding his stroke on Nate's cock. Mike pulled Nate's head down, kissing him deeply, and the officer shuddered, whimpering into the kiss as he came again, bucking back against Brad eagerly. With a deep groan, Brad buried himself in Nate one last time, hands clenching on Nate's hips as he came.
"Fuck," Brad breathed softly, then slowly eased himself from Nate's body. When Brad let go of Nate's hips, the officer collapsed onto his side on the bed, panting shallowly. Slowly his eyes fluttered open, still dark and wild with lust. Mike leaned in, kissing Nate deeply, teasing soft moans from his mouth. When he pulled away, Brad swooped down to take Nate's lips, kissing him breathless. Nate whimpered softly, tugging restlessly at his restraints, wanting to pull Brad close. Brad pulled away, and Nate leaned up, trying to keep their mouths joined, then collapsed back into the bed, limp with satisfaction.
"Shhh," Brad urged him softly, then left the bed, returning a moment later, his K-BAR grasped lightly between his thumb and forefinger. Nate shivered, then whimpered as the cool metal skimmed up his arm.
"Well fuck," Mike murmured, watching as Nate's dick twitched, trying to thicken and harden. "Brad," he said softly, and the sergeant looked up questioningly. Mike glanced towards Nate's groin, directing Brad's gaze. Brad looked down, eyes widening. Carefully he traced the flat of the knife blade along the tender underside of Nate's arm. The officer's pale eyes fluttered and rolled into his head, full lips parting slightly, allowing a low keening of pleasure to escape.
"You like that?" Brad asked breathlessly, pressing down lightly. A weal of blood rose along the edge of the blade, and Nate whimpered softly, opening his thighs and undulating his hips slowly. Mike groaned softly, reaching down to squeeze his cock. He stood from the bed, getting his own K-BAR. Kneeling between Nate's spread thighs, he laid the flat of his blade against the smooth skin. Nate whimpered softly, the muscles in his legs quivering visibly. Mike gently slid his knife along the muscle, watching as Nate slowly thickened and hardened.
Mike slicked his cock quickly, then lifted Nate's hips. He eased into the younger man, making Nate groan more thickly as he was breached. Brad looked back, grinning as he watched Mike push into their commanding officer. When Mike was in to the hilt, he nodded sharply at Brad. The sergeant nodded in reply, shifting so he knelt at Nate's head, pulling the smaller man up so the tip of his dick rested against Nate's full mouth. Nate licked his lips, opening his mouth so Brad could thrust into him. He whimpered softly, overwhelmed with the sensation of penetration from both directions and the cool seductive danger of the deadly knifes laying against his flesh.
"You are one strange man," Mike gasped out, but Nate couldn't really be too insulted, because he might be strange, but Mike was still fucking him deep and hard. The gunnery sergeant took him with strong, even strokes, and before too long, Mike was gasping raggedly, his rhythm failing. His hips stuttered against Nate's, and then he was coming, a low groan of satisfaction working it's way out of him. Letting Nate's legs fall back down onto the mattress, Mike again collapsed at the officer's side, watching as he sucked Brad's cock.
Brad pulled away after a while, let Nate's head loll back against the pillow. Nate opened his eyes slowly, looking up at Brad questioningly, pupils blown. Brad smirked, then shifted down the officer's body so he knelt between his legs, where Mike had been only moments before. Nate watched him move, then let his head fall back onto the bed, eyes once again falling closed. He let out a long low breath as Brad pressed into him, then groaned as the larger man palmed his erection. It took a few strokes for them to get the rhythm right, but then Brad was sliding up, and Nate was pressing back, and with a sly grin, Mike leaned down took the head of Nate's cock in his mouth. Nate let out a ragged gasp of surprised pleasure, too far gone already to speak coherently.
The sergeant let go, let Mike take care of Nate's dick, and between the two sensations, the slick slide of Mike's mouth and the rough penetration of Brad's cock, Nate didn't last long. He barely made a noise, just whimpered softly as he came in Mike's mouth. Mike pulled away, found a can and spit, then watched as Brad shoved his dick into Nate one last time, back arching, arms straining, and came with a low, nearly sub audible groan. Brad rolled lazily into the bed alongside Nate, pulled the languid officer into his arms. Nate turned into the embrace, nuzzled his face against Brad's smooth, toned chest, but seemed perfectly content to just lay there, sticky and sweaty. For a moment, Mike debated, but then Nate's eyelids slowly fluttered open, and he looked up at the Gunny, eyes hazy with satisfaction, and a slow smile eased across his full pink lips. Mike smiled back, couldn't quite help himself, then laid back down on Nate's other side.
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