“Are yousure?” he asked again. Ryancould practically taste the skepticism.
The bastard was toying with him.
His grasp hardened and he held on tight. “I'msure, Drill Sergeant Grabowski.” Ryan smirked. He should have knownbetter.
“The object of this exercise is to get youropponent off of you in a timely manner. This is the trap-and-roll,”Phillip explained. “So Freckles has me down, he's trying to keep medown.” His hips bucked forward and he grinned when Ryan's eyeswidened.
This was not the kiss but it damn well couldhave been. He could feel every hard plane of the Drill’s body. Hishold was strong and the bucking didn't cause much to happen.
“You will want to lift your back up and buck hashard as you can.” He proceeded to show them. His back lifted offthe ground and Ryan was pitched forward.
Ryan's hands were pulled off Phillip so easilyhe felt like he was a child getting caught in the cookie jar.
“With one hand, grab their wrist tightly.” As heexplained he demonstrated to them. “The other hand will come up tothe opposite shoulder and grasp it lightly. You won't need a firmgrip.”
The way Ryan lay he could smell that musky scentthat was solely Phillip's. He nearly whimpered when the smell wentstraight to his dick. This was so not good. Rolling around with theman he was secretly lusting over did not make Ryan feel better.I am a fucking twenty-two-year old man who can and will control hisdick.With that thought he steeled himself for the nextmovements.
“Thrust upwards again.” Holy fucking shit. Thiswas going to kill Ryan. He was starting to think that Grabowski wastorturing him just to be an asshole.
“Now lift your foot over the ankle on the sameside of the wrist you’re holding and trap it there.” He did it andRyan let out a soft moan. It wasn't loud enough for anyone to hearbut him and judging by the look on Phillip's face he also heardit.
FUCKKK! Ryan would have happily died right thenand there. Maybe the next move, Phillip would actually kill him.That would be great. Or hey, if he were lucky maybe the earth wouldcrack open and swallow them both. The fucker was enjoying this.
Phillip smirked and bucked up again. “Buckforward, pulling them closer at the same time and this time roll tothe side, taking them with you.” Suddenly the position drasticallychanged. Phillip was between Ryan's spread thighs, pressing hishard body against Ryan. Ryan was flat on his back, with theSergeant's lower body pushing into his and his upper body leaningbackwards. “Keep your body away from there and hold this position.”Ryan's legs wrapped around the larger man, but the hand holding thearm across his neck tightened, until he thought for sure he wouldend up suffocating. Thankfully that hold made him forget his cockfor a moment.
Yeah, Ryan was going to die. He had to becausethere was no chance in hell that Phillip COULDN'T feel hiscock.
Amusement entered Phillip's eyes. “That,private, is how you do it.” He rose slowly.
Ryan could have sworn that Grabowski let hisbody brush against his for as long as possible - the bastard.
He looked over the soldiers. “Now one more andyou will practice these moves with your battle buddies.”
Hold the fuck up. Ryan's mind went black. He hadto actually roll around on the ground with Patrick while he had thefucking hard on from hell? That had to be a joke. Please God, letthat be a joke.
“Drill Sergeant King.” Phillip stepped backtoward Ryan.
Oh fuck no! Ryan would have cried if he was allalone. There was no way in hell he would demonstrate anotherfucking position with King.
“Drill Sergeant King will be explaining the nextone,” Grabowski called as King strolled up.
Ryan damn near jumped for joy but hey, that hadkilled his erection. Now no longer a raging hard-on but just aplain hard-on. Fucker. He would have shot Grabowski a dirty lookbut the bastard was watching him with intense green eyes.
“Privates, this is called the ‘Rear NakedChoke’,” King started. There were a few snickers and more than afew chuckles.
‘Rear naked choke?!’ Ryan blinked rapidly.Crappy, shitty, fucking hell. Couldn't they have a choke called,well, ‘choke-hold’ because dear God, this was going to fucking killhim. His face flushed and he knew he looked like a fish. Hecouldn't get enough air to his lungs. He looked up at Phillip andsaw that damn smirking smile on the man's face.
“Are you ready, Gracin?”
Fuck no.
“Sit down,” Grabowski ordered.
Ryan sat down.
Grabowski smirked. “Everything okay?”
Ryan shook his head rapidly, absolutelyterrified to open his mouth. Knowing his luck like he did he wouldblurt out something like 'fuck me' or 'can I have another, DrillSergeant?’ Instead he just shook his head.
