It took him a moment to realize that Phillip hadentered the Soldiers’ bathroom. Of course, as a Drill he had theright to go anywhere he wanted. “Drill Sergeant Grabowski,” Ryananswered.
He finished and moved to wash his hands. Theirbodies brushed lightly and Ryan thought for sure he heard Grabowskigroan.
“Sorry, Drill Sergeant!” Ryan said and beat ahasty retreat.
On his way out he heard a breathy whisper.
“Me too.”
***
Basic was flying by. Ryan couldn't believe thatthey had already been there six weeks. The past two weeks had goneby in a blur. They were currently sitting around watching theDrills show them different maneuvers during the hand-to-hand phaseof their training.
Once at the training area they were told to takeeverything off their uniform, empty all of their pockets and takeoff their belts. Ryan was slightly worried over that. His uniformwasn't as tight as it used to be; without the belt he was worriedthat it would fall off completely.
If Ryan heard Phillip mention 'mounting' onemore time, he was fairly certain he would fucking kill something,probably Patrick who was his battle buddy and his practice dummy.The word itself was funny to fifty percent of their class. But forRyan it was funny in a whole number of ways, because he couldreally see how mounting would be a whole helluva lot of fun withhis Drill.
Patrick punched him in the shoulder. “Dude, he'sbeen calling your name for like ten minutes!” He hissed.
Ryan looked up and blushed.
“Freckles, come on. You're the honorary dummy,”Phillip drawled.
“Yes, Drill Sergeant!” He popped up and hopedhis hard-on wasn't noticeable.
Phillip leaned in and smirked. “Don't think thismeans we're dating, Freckles.”
Ryan blinked but wisely didn't say a word.
“Now this is your chance, Freckles. You get onefreebie. If you hit me, you're golden,” Grabowski said, and thatfucking smirk was pasted on his face. “If you don't, well, you'rein a world of hurt.”
A freebie? Seriously? He glanced around and knewthat everyone was thinking the same thing. If he managed tohitGrabowski, would he be killed right away or would hetake his time and savor Ryan's blood as it hit the ground?
Drill Sergeants Connelly and King looked on halfamused.
“For fucks sake, Freckles, what are you fuckingwaiting for? Should I send out engraved invitations?” Philliptormented him.
That was it. Ryan moved quicker than he thoughthe could and made it to the other man just in time to see the skyand sun beat down on his face, a position that should have beenphysically impossible since he was standing on his feet. A suddenflip and he had a face full of wood chips and a heavy knee in hisback.
“Now, does anyone know where Freckles fuckedup?”
Ryan knew where he fucked up. He fucked up whenhe decided to join the Army and got assigned to Drill Sergeantfucking Grabowski.
After Phillip went through all of the thingsRyan did wrong he stood up and settled with his back on theground.
Ryan rose slowly and stretched out his back.That kinda fucking hurt. But the picture Grabowski made causedRyan's mouth to drool. The man was put together better than mostgods and Ryan wasn't stupid enough to deny that fact. He had justgotten himself under control when he heard Grabowski speak.
“Alright Freckles, mount me.” Again with thatstupid, freaking smirk.
Ryan blinked, then blinked again. He couldn'tbelieve he heard that. Of course the smirk on Grabowski's face madehim want to run back to the barracks and barricade himself in.
He slipped over the bigger man's body until hewas settled against hips and stomach. Good God! He wasn't ablushing virgin by any means. He could do this. His hands weregrasping the other man's shoulder. He figured it probably wasn't agood idea to really want tofeelthe flesh under his handbut damn, it was firm.
“Got a good hold, Freckles?” Phillip asked.
Ryan wasn't a small man by any means but havinghis body on top of Phillip made him feel like a shrimp. He wascompletely annoyed with that fact. Green eyes clashed withhazel.
“Yes, Drill Sergeant.”
