He’s close. I can feel it in the way his thrusts turn erratic, the way he swells in my mouth, the way his fingers dig painfully into my scalp. He’s going to come. He’s going to come in my mouth.
And I’m ready for it.
I want it more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.
To feel the weapon fire. To swallow the evidence.
I want the proof of this, of us, all over my tongue, down my throat, in my gut.
But it doesn’t happen.
Because right as I feel the first pulse of his orgasm, a twig snaps in the woods behind me. A sharp, unmistakable crack.
Diego yanks his cock back, pulling out with a wet pop. It bobs in front of my face, still throbbing, a single, perfect bead of cum welling at the tip before dripping down.
I catch myself with my hands on the ground, my body suddenly cold, empty, and still on fire all at once. When I look over my shoulder, my heart slamming against my ribs, two figures stand about twenty yards away, half hidden by the trees.
They’re frozen. Staring.
At me on my knees, at Diego standing over me with his pants around his thighs.
My blood runs cold. The triumph collapses into a pit of ice.
It’s Buck and Emilio.
And they’ve seen everything.
5
Diego shoves his cock back in his pants, fumbling with the buttons, trying to regain some semblance of composure. I tuck my own dick back, even though it’s still hard as a rock. Then I scramble to my feet, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. The taste of him is still there.
Buck and Emilio don’t say anything at first. They just stand there, two silhouettes against the bright sun. I can’t read their faces from this distance, can’t see their expressions, but their stillness is worse than any shouting.
Then Buck takes a step forward. Just one. But he’s a big guy, and it feels like he’s covering half the distance between us.
“What the fuck is going on here?”
Diego finds his tongue first. “Nothing, man. We were taking a break, that’s all.”
“A break.” Buck’s voice is flat.
“Yeah, you know. Just…” Diego trails off, looking at me.
But I can’t speak. My throat is closed, a lump of pure shame lodged in it. I can only stare at Emilio. My friend. The one person I thought I could maybe tell one day. And he had to find out likethis. Watching me on my knees. A whore for another soldier’s cock.
“Just what?” Buck takes another step. “Because from where I’m standing, it looked like Adrian was sucking your dick.” He looks right at me, and there’s no mistaking the disgust in his eyes.
“He was,” Diego says outright. “Okay? He was sucking my dick.”
My head snaps toward him. What the fuck is he doing? Shouldn’t we at least try to lie our way out of this? He might as well have just confessed to murder.
“It’s not a big deal,” Diego continues, spreading his hands. “We’re out here for weeks, man. No girls, no privacy, no nothing. A guy’s got needs, right? He was helping me out.”
Emilio’s face is a mask. I can’t get a read on him at all. I’d rather he just yelled at me. Called me a sicko. Told me he never wanted to see me again. Anything would be better than this silence, this blank stare.
Buck runs a hand over his face, his thick beard bristling. “He was helping you out.” He repeats the words like he’s trying to understand a foreign language. He looks at me, then back at Diego. “You asked him to do that?”
“No,” I say, surprising myself. I can’t let Diego take the fall for this. “I offered to.” I have to look away from Emilio when I say it. “It was my idea. All my idea.”
