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Dice’s entire body ached - he would have compared it to burning if he didn’t already know what that felt like. His team had been through just about every drill under the sun, which was only made all the more difficult by the fact he’d only managed to snatch a few restless hours of sleep the night before. And the night before that. He struggled to remember the last time he’d actually slept through the night.
It was sweet relief to stand against the wall outside medical and lean on the brick, his hands resting on the rifle strapped to his vest, letting his helmet become a sort of encasing pillow. A long time ago now he’d done the same thing outside the gun stores, waiting for DK without even really realising it. Back then he’d let his eyes close too, just letting the afternoon sun and the white noise of the base’s usual bustle wash over him.
“Lieutenant.”
That cut right into his chest and woke him up instantly, standing to attention, hands flying to their correct safe positions on his gun - but then he blinked, and Cowboy was standing in front of him. He was smiling.
He looked remarkably like DK in that moment. Dice’s heart might have stopped.
Instead, he blinked himself awake. “Sorry,” he said, pure reflex.
“Were you asleep?” Cowboy asked, folding his arms and giving him a pouty look up and down. Dice silently cursed him for being almost too similar to DK then. Cowboy was a bit more playful in a more bright-eyed and almost child-like way, where DK was playful in the way that made Dice want to slap him sometimes.
He didn’t have the energy to lie. “Yes,” he said, rubbing his eyes to see if that helped - it only smeared black face paint over his glove. He took a deep breath. “Wanted to see you.”
That wasn’t entirely what he’d planned on saying, but it wasn’t a lie. Cowboy beamed at him anyway. “It’s my break now,” he said, looking Dice up and down again. He swallowed. Dice’s eyes fixated on the way his Adam’s apple moved. “Come get food with me?”
Dice nodded and gestured for him to lead the way. He felt a bit like a personal guard, all geared up and carrying weapons, escorting this nice young man to his lunch break. He couldn’t find much energy to speak - if Cowboy were to ask, his number one fantasy in that moment would be lying down with his head on Cowboy’s thighs, falling asleep to the sound of his nattering. Of course, he couldn’t have that.
Number two fantasy, then.
Cowboy glanced back at him as they walked. Base was quiet today. All his teammates had probably hit the showers and gone to bed immediately, while Dice had decided to punish himself even more and walk all the way over just to see Cowboy’s smile. Completely worth it.
And maybe it was because Cowboy had done his hair a bit differently that day. And maybe it was because when he saw the way his stethoscope was so casually hanging around his neck it made Dice feel some strange mixture of nerves and need. Maybe it was because he wanted nothing more than to feel those hands under his gear, soothing and hot.
He grabbed Cowboy’s arm in a moment of insanity, tugging him off to the left before they got near the mess hall. Cowboy didn’t complain, only making a slight noise of surprise, and followed along as Dice took the lead, taking him down a mostly abandoned corridor towards an old storage room that looked more like a school supply cupboard.
Cowboy’s grin turned nothing short of mischievous as Dice cased the hallway, seeing nothing, and pushed him towards the cupboard, his own heart racing again with the last dregs of adrenaline that hadn’t fully left.
It was dark when he shut the door, but muscle memory took over to let him take off his helmet, his mask, unclip his gun and put them safely to the side, grabbing Cowboy’s waist with both hands and using him to help himself sink to his knees.
It was cramped enough that his kneepads hit Cowboy’s boots before they hit the ground. He couldn’t bring himself to care, only letting out a few groans of pain as his muscles screamed at him to just rest, stop moving, but he couldn’t exactly stop now, not when he was pressing his weary face against Cowboy’s hip, breathing in the scent of fabric softener and faint sweat. It was still scratchy against his skin, but the shimmery tingles that showered his body when Cowboy’s fingers spread over his scalp counteracted it and made it all feel so real, so comforting.
“Baby,” Lou whispered, a smile in his voice, “you’re too tired.”
Dice shook his head and tugged off his gloves before reaching up to take off Cowboy’s belt, not giving a second thought as to whether he was hard or not. He didn’t care. All that really mattered was burying his entire psyche in the man’s presence, getting him into his mouth, keeping him there until he felt him twitch and moan and breathe all shaky.
He got as far as Cowboy’s briefs before his left shoulder twinged and his own breath caught, but he couldn’t stop, just shifting his arm until he found a low shelf to push against until the cramp went away. Cowboy’s fingers in his hair stroked soothing patterns, twisting helmet flattened curls back into life. He wasn’t entirely sure what he was doing, but he wanted to put into practice everything that DK and Cowboy had taught him and just accept that sometimes he was allowed to desire, and want, and it was okay to do this. He took a deep breath and kissed Cowboy’s cock over the fabric of his briefs, feeling the heat against his lips with enough resistance to let him know he was half-hard already. He wanted to moan - he felt it in his chest - but he swallowed it down and tugged at Lou’s trousers instead, pulling at his briefs immediately afterwards.
“Puppy, it’s fine,” Lou said, but it came out as a breathy gasp, and they both knew he was just saying it for the sake of it. “We could go back to- oh-”
Dice ignored him and pushed his lips against the base of Cowboy’s cock, breathing in the scent of a day of work, grabbing his thighs with both hands and opening his mouth just to press his tongue downwards before kissing all the way down the length, only releasing Cowboy’s thigh to grab his cock and raise it to kiss the head, far more tender than the adrenaline racing around his body wanted to be.
For some reason, right at that moment, he thought of DK. A long time ago, lying in bed, an arm over his eyes and one hand resting on his stomach, he’d been trying pointedly to ignore his dick, which for some reason had decided to be interested. DK had looked over at him, and he’d expected the usual mockery, but instead he was met with a sort of pity. He’d said “you’re allowed to enjoy yourself, you know”. At the time, Dice wasn’t entirely sure what he’d meant.
Now, however, pressed up so tight against Cowboy they were almost the same person, he understood. Every second of training had been worth it for the lapse of judgement it gave him to grab this man and pull him into a cupboard to get his mouth on him.
“Are you sure,” Cowboy was whispering, betrayed by the way his hips pushed forwards, forcing his cock against Dice’s tongue and further into his mouth. Dice wanted more, so he tried to relax his too-tight muscles and accept it, knowing his legs were going to cramp up and his shoulder was going to kill him the moment he tried to stand, because it was worth it just to breathe out through his nose and let his head fall forwards enough that he could really feel the weight of Cowboy’s cock on his tongue, the neutral taste, the way it twitched just a bit.
He’d never been good at giving head and he’d never claimed to be. He just didn’t understand how people like Cowboy and DK could so enthusiastically fit everything into their mouths when he already felt as though he were going to gag, even with what was probably only about an inch and a half in.
He pulled back to swallow the welling spit in his mouth and dared to glance up at Cowboy’s face.
He was glad he did. There was just enough light coming through a crack in the door and a dusty window high in the wall that he could see those dark brown eyes get even darker, the way his skin shone with a tiny bit of sweat, the way he bit his lip and made eye contact only to whine a bit and falter, his knees almost hitting Dice in the chest.
Dice pushed him back and tried to slow his breathing, already too hard after so much exercise and now this adrenaline rush. He couldn’t speak - his throat almost closed up if he even thought about it - so he just looked back down and tried to focus his attention on getting as much of Cowboy into his mouth as possible.
It wasn’t easy. It was a physical reaction, definitely, but there was something deeper tugging at his mind that wanted to panic every time he pushed himself too far.
But it was Cowboy, and it smelled like him, and it tasted like him, and his breathing was coming out with little weak moans, and Dice wanted to make him come immediately. This was for him, and he was doing it because he wanted to.
Dice’s knees were already complaining, sore despite the pads, but he persevered, pushing forwards to get as much of Cowboy’s cock into his mouth as he could, careful to keep his teeth away, concentrating on his breathing every time he pulled back and the feeling of Lou’s fingers tightening in his hair, just tugging minutely more and more. Every time he felt like he could get more, and he wanted all of it, trying his best even though when he pushed too far and Cowboy’s fingers tightened just a bit too much he could feel the sting of exhausted tears in his eyes. He ignored it all, listening to Cowboy’s little breathy groans, squeezing him tight and trying not to get dizzy with the rush of heat and adrenaline and sheer lust that kept washing over him again and again. He was so hard in his fatigues by now he could barely think, too dazed with exhaustion and effort and heat that he was certain he was doing a terrible job but neither of them seemed to care, because Cowboy’s hips were moving in little stutters like he was trying to hold back, like he knew how much effort this was taking Dice, but Dice wanted it.
He’d never admit it to Cowboy, he was sure, but something about the way Lou’s hands clenched in his hair and the way his breathing caught like he was holding himself back, the way his thighs tensed, the way he pushed his way into Dice’s mouth once he’d found a comfortable enough position for his jaw - it was making him feel a bit as though his mind was leaking out of him, like he could even dare to be happy, thoughtless and on his knees, turned on to the point he was dizzy with it and listening to Cowboy’s quiet moans.
He understood it then, why Cowboy liked it so much, being on his knees and letting himself just be of service to his lover. Maybe not fully, because his jaw was aching and his thighs were shaking with sheer effort of keeping still, but he could even think of himself as happy, despite the drool sliding down his chin and the taste of pre-come coating his mouth.
Cowboy was whispering through the moans, some babble Dice wasn’t in his right mind to understand, so he fought through the pleasant fog in his brain to reach down and undo his own fatigues, fumbling a few times but somehow managing to get his own cock out and wrap a hand around it.
The relief was so intense it took him by surprise, flushing his head free of anything but thoughts of Cowboy and the way he smelled, how close he was, how good it felt to be on his knees in front of the man, how he wanted to do this every day for the rest of his life, making Cowboy feel good enough that his thighs quivered and he whispered breathy nonsense and swallowed his moans so he wasn’t too loud. Dice was barely aware of his hand moving on his own cock until his shoulder decided to shoot pain down his arm and he switched hands without thinking, slightly more awkward now but perfect.
He let Cowboy tug his hair and pull his head forwards, but this time he pulled Dice all the way, and Dice felt the tip of his cock press the back of his throat - he wasn’t quick enough to fight the gag reflex, coughing uncomfortably through his nose, pulling back on pure instinct, even though he wanted to show Cowboy how good it felt when he did it.
He wasn’t Cowboy, though, and he was definitely no expert. He came up off Cowboy’s cock with a choked off gasp, dazed, swallowing reflexively, his heart racing. It was shiny with spit in front of him, a shimmering strand still connecting them, and even though he could hear frantic whispered apologies from above he couldn’t exactly pretend that he wasn’t still rock hard and shockingly close.
Dice just shook his head and opened his mouth, not wanting to move his left arm much more, blinking blearily up at Cowboy, hoping that his invitation came across.
It did. Cowboy was bright red in the dim light, sweat on his forehead and his lips bitten raw. He tugged his shirt up and stuffed the hem into his mouth before gently brushing the hair off Dice’s forehead, sweat-slick as the heat in the tiny room reached boiling point.
“Sorry,” he whispered, muffled by the shirt in his mouth.
Dice shook his head and took Cowboy’s cock into his mouth again, hoping that translated enough to let the man know he couldn’t have cared less if he tried.
He waited until Cowboy’s thighs were tight and his breathing was heavy and quick before he tried again. He pushed himself as far as he could, stopping just as he felt the nauseating gag push at his throat, and pulled back again, swallowing the discomfort and settling into a rhythm again.
He wasn’t going to last much longer, not with the way Lou was huffing breathy groans into the air, his hips stuttering again, pushing just that bit more every time until Dice could accept it and forget about it as an intrusion and more as a welcome pressure against the back of his tongue. His heart was racing and his own breathing was shaky as the end came closer, his own hips pushing forwards in little twitches as Cowboy’s hand curled into a fist in his hair, tingles and adrenaline and heat making him dizzy again. He could feel the heat in his cheeks and the sweat sliding down his brow and into his eyelashes but he couldn’t stop now, not when he could hear Cowboy bite off a whine and say something and lean forwards to prop his hand against the wall behind him, forcing Dice’s head back as he rolled his hips forwards a few times before he seemed to lose his rhythm and shudder. His cock twitched in Dice’s mouth, and Dice only reached up with his aching arm to steady himself against Cowboy’s thigh as he let the heat of Cowboy’s come flood his mouth in spurts, forgetting about his hand on his own cock for the moment and concentrating on swallowing everything he could.
He was so tired he could feel his body starting to flag, but he couldn’t help himself, squeezing Cowboy close and lapping at his cock as he moved his hand again, closer than he’d thought he was.
“Good boy,” he heard Cowboy whisper, gentle hands in his hair. It was the words that shot straight down to his core, dragging him up to the edge and holding him there as he just breathed in shaky huffs, his chest heaving under his vest, gazing up at his love. Cowboy leaned back to calm down his breathing and touch Dice’s jaw gently, pulling his face up so he could watch his expression, though Dice could only stare at his shiny pink lips in sheer desperation, watching as he said something else that he couldn’t hear because blood rushed in his ears and his thighs tensed so much he almost raised off the floor as he came, his whole body shuddering and his eyes fluttering back, every millilitre of pent up energy flushing out of him in hot waves, nothing in his brain but the feeling of Cowboy’s fingers on his skin and in his hair, so soothing he wanted to cry.
He took a moment to recover, sinking against the low shelf when his orgasm finally let him go. Every time he blinked up at Cowboy his eyes threatened to stay closed.
Cowboy noticed, of course, even in the low light, and breathed a laugh. He did up his trousers and tucked his shirt back in before awkwardly pulling Dice to his feet too, who would have stumbled if the space allowed it.
“You did so good,” Cowboy said, still breathless, looking down and carefully redoing Dice’s trousers too. If he had the willpower or the energy Dice was sure his cock would have twitched, because the rush that the praise sent through him was dull but it was definitely there. “You should go to bed, though.”
Dice just nodded, reaching down with a huff of effort to collect his gloves, his rifle and his helmet, clipping the gun back on and making sure his gloves hadn’t been caught in the crossfire.
He pulled Cowboy into a hug for a moment, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead and wishing that they could just leave like that, happy in the afterglow - but he had to put his gear away, and Cowboy needed lunch, and he needed to sleep, and they needed to do their jobs. He would rather burn the base to the ground.
“C’mon, baby,” Lou whispered, kissing him on the cheek, the lips, all over his face, and Dice felt the smile in every kiss. “Bed time. Brush your teeth.”
Dice just grunted a reply and pushed himself against the wall so Cowboy could open the door. Thank fuck nobody was there.