“19D, same as you guys!” Brendon exclaimed.
“91W, Ft. Sam Houston.” Kenneth smiled atBrendon. “Dude, we'll need shit when we’re out in the desert.”
“Ahh, hell, Kenneth is gonna be a medic?”Patrick laughed.
“Hell, yeah, you guys are gonna need someone topatch your asses up when they get shot to hell.”
“Damn, I'm freaking tired. I wonder if they haveany idea how much they are killing us?” Brendon whined.
“It's their sole mission in life. To fuckingkill us and have Uncle fucking Sam put us back together,” Patrickanswered.
“There is a rumor that Grabowski is gay,”Kenneth said. “That’s why he’s a hardass. He gets off on oursweat.”
“Oh that's bullshit. No way can that man be gay.He takes being a man way too fucking seriously!” Brendon exclaimed.“What does your gaydar say?” he asked Ryan.
Ryan rolled his eyes. “Dude, just because a manis gay doesn't mean he wants to be a fucking girl,” he said. Hedoubted that Grabowski was gay himself but fuck, that would bereally cool. He failed to object to the gaydar comment because,well, to be frank, his gaydar sucked.
“Hey, did you guys hear about the Davis Club?It's down the road and open on Sundays. I heard the Drill Sergeantscan't even enter!” Kenneth said.
All four guys turned, and looked at him. NoDrill Sergeants? Holy crap. “We have to go,” Brendon said, noddinghis head vigorously.
***
They all decided to risk the wrath of King, justto get into a place where the Drills couldn't go. They used everyounce of knowledge between them to locate a way to sneak out andhead straight for the club.
Once inside, all of them grinned.
“This is fucking great!” Brendon yelled, overthe music.
“Oh my god, is that a girl? Seriously, dude!”Kenneth hit Patrick hard enough to cause the smaller man tostumble. “Oh, fuck me. That is a girl with TITS!” For five weeksall the guys had been bitching about the lack of military females,or how the females that they did see were fucking scarier thanGrabowski, and that was saying a whole helluva lot.
Patrick was staring at a pretty blond, andsmiled at her. “Oh yeah, boys, I hate to break this up but I see ablond and she's got my name all over her.” He strolled off, leavingthe rest behind. Shortly after that Kenneth walked off to chat upanother girl.
Ryan and Brendon both still stood close to thedoor. “Dude, go dance. I'll be alright,” Ryan coaxed.
“Nah, I've got Sophia back home; she'd be upset.But I'm gonna go grab some drinks, ok?” Brendon said, while theyclaimed an abandoned table. Ryan sat down and tapped his feet tothe music.
He had a feeling someone was staring at him. Buthe figured it was his over-active imagination.
He decided it was a good time to go to therestroom.
Before he was able to get there, he felt astrong hand reach out and grab him. He found himself against thewall so quickly he didn't have time to make a sound. Then he didn'teven think about making a sound when a pair of hard lips slammed ontop of his.
In a normal situation, Ryan would have foughtagainst the hold, but there was something vaguely familiar aboutthe hands holding him in place.
A tongue pushed back his lips and dared him torespond. That's all the encouraging he needed. He bucked to lifeand began to duel the questing tongue for dominance. A hard thighworked its way between his knees and forced them apart. It seemedlike the kiss was never ending but then the lips left his andtrailed down to his neck. Sharp teeth stung as they sank into theflesh that connected his shoulder to his neck. Then those lipsfound his and the kiss started all over again with both mengrinding against each other.
Ryan groaned as the hard cock rubbed against hisleg. Whoever it was, he was fucking hung. God, but he was..yeah. Itwas all Ryan could do not to beg his unseen make-out partner tofuck him within an inch of his life.
Ryan moaned into that incredible mouth. Thatmouth was making him forget everything except the here and now. Thekiss was hot, demanding and steady. Heat flushed Ryan's body whenhis cock gave a jerk. God, to be naked against that thigh. Handswere scouring his body, leaving heat in their wake as they dartedall over him. The lips left again and Ryan took a second to findout who the guy was that he was making out with.
He opened passion-heavy eyes and noticed onething. The lips belonged to none other than Drill SergeantGrabowski. He fucking froze. The object of his hate and lust wascurrently nibbling down the side of his neck and Ryan knew this wasall sorts of wrong but damned if he would stop it.
He didn't need to.
Drill Sergeant Grabowski jerked away, andgrowled. “Get your battle buddies and get back to the barracks.”With that said he left Ryan standing there, shaking and completelyconfused. He stumbled away from the wall and shook his head toclear it from the lust-clouds that were threatening him.
He found the guys, told them Grabowski was inthe john, and they all ran back to the barracks. Luckily Kinghadn't been out to check on them.
