“Un-fucking-acceptable! What is your majormalfunction?” Phillip shouted. A storm brewed in his eyes until itexploded in a rage that made all eight want to take a stepbackwards.
Ryan realized that he didn't have to shout veryloud to be heard over the racket. It proved to Ryan that maybeGrabowskiwasGod.
“March your asses back to camp. Get that shitturned off and then meet me in front of the latrine. We have sometraining to fucking do!”
Ryan thought the Drill Sergeants were the onesto turn it off. It wasn't until they were halfway back that herealized this extended beep torture was just to make them feel likeassholes - like they needed Grabowski for that anyways.
***
By the time they got to bed Ryan was dragginghis ass. There was no fucking way he would be able to move in themorning. He giggled; he supposed it was already morning. Thebastard had fucking smoked the hell out of them. Even Brendon, whoNEVER got fucked up was seriously dragging some major ass.
“Dude, you just giggled,” Patrick said tiredly.Then he too giggled. “God! I'm fucking tired!”
It seemed the giggles were catching because nosooner had Patrick giggled, Big David Brodrick giggled. If thatwasn't enough, Brendon took one look at David and began to howlwith laughter. They all paused, giggling like lunatics, all eightof them.
“Jesus! That was a fucking nightmare. I didn'trealize these bastards made such a fucking racket,” Ryansnorted.
“I did! How did they get you three?”
“He got caught in their cross fire. They linedus up and it was like a fucking turkey shoot.” Patrick snortedtoo.
“Fucking Grabowski and two others I've neverseen just fucking over ran us. We were dead before we even fired ashot.”
On that note everyone went quiet.
“If that had been real there would have beeneight KIAs and someone delivering the news to our parents,” Patricksaid quietly.
Every single one of them went silent. Suddenlythey knew the reason they walked back into camp with their MILESgear blaring. The Drills were making a point that Phillip hadplanted those long weeks ago.
***
The goddamned MILES gear was beeping likecrazy. Ryan was about to lose it. “Patrick? Patrick? Where the fuckdid you go?” he called. He tugged on the gear seeing if he couldbeat the bitch into submission and found he couldn't. “Kenneth?Brendon?”
“Freckles!”
Just fucking peachy. It made sense that hewould be the one to find him.
“Phillip!” Ryan froze. Hell, everythingaround him froze. Did he just call….? Son of a bitch! He did. Hecalled his Drill Sergeant by his first fucking name. He could seethe storm mounting on Phillip's face. Fucking hell!
“So now we're buddies?” Phillip asked. Therewas a terrible smirk on his face.
“No, Drill Sergeant Grabowski,” he mutteredout.
“You deserve a punishment.”
Okaaay. Since when did his punishment comeout sounding like that? Grabowski NEVER said it that way. It wasn'tuntil the Drill Sergeant grabbed him did he realize how trulyfucked he was.
He was in the middle of the woods with a manhe wasn't absolutely sure was sane and the gleam in Phillip's hazeleyes wasn't the average 'you're so fucked' look. This one said'you're so fucked and you're gonna fucking enjoy it!' “Take offyour clothing,” Phillip commanded.
“Umm.” Ryan began to back up. Phillipadvanced on him steadily.
“Or I'll rip them off.” Phillip's grin waswolfish. Oh fuck, he was so fucked.
He thought about denying what he felt,telling the Drill Sergeant to go fuck himself. But that wasn'tbound to happen after six weeks of getting hard instantly when theman brushed against him, listening to the deep cadence of his voiceand finally feeling that hard body against his. He decided to say‘fuck it.’
Ryan's hands slipped to his BDU top andpopped the first button free, then the second. He continued untilhe could slip the shirt off. A quick tug and the brown shirt cameoff over his head.
He watched Phillip watch him. It was sofucking hot that he thought he was going to die just from thosefucking hazel eyes.
