Payne guided Hunter to the bed and then released him. “Sit down,” he said as he moved to turn on a lamp.
Hunter pulled back the comforter, then sank down on the edge of the mattress. His balance was getting better, but the bed was where he wanted to be for entirely different reasons. “I’m surprised you have a bed like this,” he said, gesturing at the headboard.
“Why?” Payne asked as he moved to stand between Hunter’s knees and rested his hands on Hunter’s shoulders.
Hunter grinned as he wrapped his arms around Payne’s waist. “No place for ropes or handcuffs,” he said, then pulled Payne close, nuzzling his cheek against the soft fabric of Payne’s shirt and inhaling his scent.
“That’s what the playroom is for,” Payne said, sliding his arms around Hunter in return. “This is my sanctum. I don’t bring play partners in here.” He bent to kiss the top of Hunter’s head and added softly, “Just you.”
Hunter was surprised by Payne’s admission, but he was pleased on a level he didn’t want to look at too closely. He could scarcely believe only a few weeks ago, Payne had been the biggest annoyance in Hunter’s life, but now, he wanted Payne with a hunger bordering on desperation.
“I’m glad,” he said, then pulled back to look up at Payne. “Should I still call you sir? Or can I beg you to fuck me before I die of the want?”
“In here, you can call me whatever you want,” Payne said, giving Hunter a playfully coy look. “But if you want me to fuck you, you’d better undress me first.”
“Sir, yes sir!” Hunter released Payne, then slid his hands under the black t-shirt, caressing Payne’s warm skin beneath the fabric. He couldn’t resist tweaking Payne’s nipples before he tugged the t-shirt up and off.
Payne let out a gasping laugh and clutched Hunter’s shoulders. “Naughty!”
“I wanted to see if you liked it,” Hunter said, giving Payne a heated smile. He slipped his thumbs under the waistband of Payne’s sweatpants, then tugged them down, careful to ease them over Payne’s cock. He let the fabric drop to the floor, not at all surprised to find Payne was bare under the sweats. “My, my, sir… is that all for me?”
Payne stepped out of his sweatpants and kicked them aside. “Depends on how badly you want it. You mentioned begging?”
The sight of Payne’s cock – big, hard, and flushed – was enough to make Hunter want to go to his knees, so begging wasn’t hard. “Yes, sir. I want you to fuck me. Please, Ineedit. I need you, only you.”
Capturing Hunter’s face between his hands, Payne drew him into a deep, hungry kiss. “You’ve got me,” he murmured against Hunter’s lips when he drew back at last.
The kiss left Hunter breathless, but he knew what he wanted, and he wanted itnow. He wrapped his arms around Payne’s waist again, pulling Payne on top as he fell back on the mattress. “Please, Payne,” he said, resting his hand against Payne’s cheek. “I’ve been cold for so long. I need you to make me warm again.”
“I’ll do my best,” Payne said, leaning against Hunter’s palm briefly before sitting up and straddling Hunter’s hips. He leaned over and rummaged in the drawer of the nightstand, and he pulled out a bottle of lube and a condom packet. He dropped the packet next to Hunter and then popped open the cap on the bottle of lube. “It’s been a while for you, right?”
Hunter grasped Payne’s hips and squeezed as he watched. “Yeah. Close to a year.” He’d been with a couple of the guys in his unit with L&G during his last deployment, but the heat and the constant movement of their camp had put a damper on everyone’s sex drive.
“Then we’ll get you good and prepped,” Payne said as he shifted to kneel between Hunter’s legs. He squeezed out a generous dollop of lube and coated his fingers. Watching Hunter’s face, he circled the tight ring of muscle before easing one finger inside.
Hunter drew in a deep breath and made himself relax. He wanted to feel Payne buried in him, to feel connected to him in the most primal way possible. The faint burn of being stretched wasn’t unpleasant, especially since he knew the pleasure which would follow. “Yeah, real mercs don’t use just spit or motor oil, despite the stories you might have heard.”
Payne laughed softly as he drew his hand back and squeezed out more lube. “Good to know,” he said as he eased two fingers into Hunter and scissored them slowly.
The burn was stronger now, but Hunter liked it, fisting his hands in the sheets to keep himself from moving and demanding more. “Blaze, my old CO, once tried to get L&G to pay for a bunch of dildoes by putting them down on the requisition sheet as ‘Field Expedient Rectal Enlargers.’ The only reason he didn’t eat a reprimand for it was that John Lawson thought it was the funniest thing he’d seen in a year.”
Payne threw his head back, peals of delighted laughter escaping him. “Please tell me he got the dildoes.”
“Well, the dildoes were shipped, but they never made it to camp,” Hunter said, grinning at Payne’s amusement. “We figured the Iraqis swiped the crate, no doubt because they were even harder up than we were.”
“Too bad!” Payne moved his fingers in and out slowly a few more times before adding more lube and a third finger. “How’s that?”
Hunter growled, anticipation making him impatient. “It’s good. It’ll be even better when it’s you instead of your fingers.”
Payne’s expression turned wicked as he pushed his fingers deep and twisted them. “Is that what you want? My cock buried balls deep in your tight ass?”
“Yes!” Hunter arched his back, fingers digging into the sheets as an electric jolt of pleasure zinged along his spine. “I want it!”
“That’s what I want too.” Payne eased his fingers out and grabbed a tissue from a box on the nightstand to wipe off his hands. Then he snatched up the packet and tore it open, and he rolled on the condom with shaky fingers. He poured out more lube and coated himself before tossing the bottle aside. “Now,” he said, a growling undercurrent in his voice as he positioned himself.
“Now,” Hunter agreed. He felt almost dizzy with anticipation, and he looked up at Payne not holding back any of his desire or need. “Please, sir. Fuck me now. I need you so much!”
Groaning, Payne eased into Hunter slowly, and once he was fully seated, he braced himself over Hunter and rocked his hips in a shallow, leisurely rhythm, enough to tease but not satisfy. “God, you feel good. So good…”
