“It's okay, tiger. This little fuck won't abusesuch a fine piece of United States Army equipment ever again. DrillSergeant Connelly, watch the rest of the fuck-ups. Private Gracinand I are going to have a little alone time.”
Dread filled Ryan. He was going to have ALONEtime with Drill Sergeant Grabowski. And Ryan pretty much doubtedthat it would be filled with hugs and kisses. The last time Brendonhad 'alone' time with Grabowski, the little blond had come backcrying and shaking so hard that everyone was worried he was goingto have a nervous breakdown.
Patrick and Kenneth were watching. He could seePatrick grimacing and Kenneth whistling. The bastard was probablywhistling “Taps.”
He knew it was bad because the Staff Sergeanthadn't handed him his M16 back. God! Grabowski was going to killhim with his own fucking gun.
Ryan trailed after the over sized Drill,mentally making out his will. He would give his socks and underwearto Brendon because the guy was constantly losing his. His deodorantand toiletries would go to Kenneth ‘cause the bastard never smelledright. And to Patrick, his obvious best friend, he would leave hisentire stash of M&Ms and other assorted snacks he had managedto hide.
When they were far enough away to satisfy thebastard he turned suddenly. Ryan snapped to 'attention' and staredstraight ahead. He was so fucked.
Grabowski practically threw the weapon intoRyan's hands. “Over your head, Private,” he barked.
Ryan lifted the weapon over his head.
“Bench-press the fucker, Gracin. I want you tofeel the weight. I want you to realize that this fucking piece ofmetal and plastic is all that stands between you and death. Everyfucking time you drop it you are fucking killing yourself orsomeone who will be depending on you to protect them,” Grabowskibarked. “Count them the fuck off.”
“One!” Ryan yelled, as he pulled the weapondown, and lifted it back up in rapid session. He paused in the upposition.
“Freeze!” Grabowski ordered, and walked aroundRyan. “Your pretty-boy looks probably had you coasting throughlife, not realizing that there are things bigger than your fuckingego. Down!”
Phillip was stalking him like a fucking liongoing in for the kill. Ryan brought the gun down. “Two!”
“You treat this weapon like it's some bitch! Aweapon like this is not a one-night-stand, Gracin. This fuckerdeserves to be caressed. Kiss it like you mean it, Private!”
Ryan blinked. Did he seriously want him to kissthe fucking weapon? When Phillip glared at him, Ryan decided thathe did really want him to kiss it. So, he brought it down to hislips and placed a chaste kiss on the stock.
“Tell me something, Private Gracin, do you everget fucking laid? If that is how you kiss when you mean it? Iseriously doubt it. You're a fucking pussy virgin, aren't you?”
Well, saying it like that, Ryan figured he was.He hadn't ever been with a girl before. So, he WAS a pussyvirgin.
“Up!” Phillip moved lethally. Ryan was sure henever saw a man move with as much grace and pure sex in his life.He quickly grabbed the rifle out of Ryan's hands.
“Now, pay attention, Private. This is how youkiss it to mean it.” Phillip leaned in and placed a soft, yet waytoo fucking arousing kiss on Ryan's M16. Ryan’s eyes went wide.“You fucking caress it and love on it, Gracin. You don't drop it onthe fucking ground.” He sighed with disgust. “Down!”
Well, to Ryan's way of thinking, if he could getGrabowski to show him that kiss again, he would take real good careof his baby, because the bitch had gotten the one thing Ryan hadbeen dreaming about since he first saw the crazy bastard.
Fifteen minutes later Ryan was dragging his assbehind the Drill, quietly walking back to his spot. Who knew alight weight piece of shit M16 was so fucking heavy after benchpressing the bitch for twenty fucking minutes straight?
“Was it good for you?” Patrick asked, with asmirk.
***
They were going into their fourth week, andthings seemed to get easier. Even the Drill Sergeants were backingoff slightly. Ryan still found himself the butt of most ofGrabowski's jokes but it wasn't that bad. Hell, he was harboring ahuge, fucking crush on the man.
Patrick had been the first to figure it out. Hejust smiled knowingly at Ryan and didn't say a word.
It was Sunday afternoon and they had a 'dayoff'. Drill Sergeant King was inside, actually bullshitting withsome of the guys. .
Patrick, Ryan, Brendon, and Kenneth had goneoutside and sat under a tree.
“Where are you going after basic?” Brendonasked.
“Ft. Knox, I'm 19D Cav Scout,” Ryananswered.
“Dude, so am I!” Patrick exclaimed. Both mengave each other smiles.
“What about you?” Ryan asked.
