Phillip's hand reached out and touched Ryan.Ryan moaned as the hard, callused hand stroked his chest. One handplayed with a nipple while the other just continued to rub softcircles down by his belly button.
“Keep going.” Phillip ordered. He wastowering over Ryan, giving him no way of moving.
Ryan's hands shook as he worked on the beltof the pants. He wanted Phillip so badly that he could barely stepout of his pants without falling over.
“Don't fucking move,” Phillipgrowled.
Then the Drill Sergeant did something Ryannever thought possible. He dropped to his knees.
One minute Ryan was breathing and the nexthis breath was completely gone. He couldn't have breathed ifsomeone was holding a gun to his head.
Phillip placed wet kisses across Ryan'shipbones. Nibbling at the protruding bone like it was some sort ofrich chocolate. His tongue darted out and left a wet trail from oneside to the other.
Ryan's cock hardened almost instantly,shooting sparks of pleasure throughout his body. Holy fuck! Hecould feel Phillip moving lower, nibbling, sucking and lickingeverywhere he went. The damn bill of his hat kept Ryan from beingable to see. His hand moved toward the hat and was grasped by afirm hand.
“Touch the hat and we stop,” Phillipwarned.
“Yes Sir,” he said, without thinking.
Phillip laughed huskily. “You're just tryingto make this harder on yourself, aren't you Ryan?”
The way Phillip said his name should beillegal - just another reason to lust after the man.
Phillip sank lower and nipped at the insideof Ryan's thighs. He dropped Ryan's hands and continued hisexploration. He took his time, not giving any time to regroup. Bythe time Phillip's hot mouth found his cock Ryan was ready to hurtsomething.
The wet, warm mouth around his cock slowlyslid lower. Ryan's legs were shaking. He wasn't sure how muchlonger he could do this….he was so close. So fucking close…
“WAKE THE FUCK UP Freckles, WE'RE UNDER ATTACK!”The sounds of bombs going off landed beside the tent. There was theretort of M16s going crazy. Ryan jerked awake in the middle of hiswet dream to Phillip shaking their tent.
By the time they got themselves and theirweapons out, Grabowski was shaking the two-man pup tent so hardRyan thought it would fall down around him and Patrick. Heautomatically started to stand. Patrick was still on his hands andknees.
“Get down, you fucking moron. We're underattack. Low-crawl! LOW-CRAWL!”
Ryan was still half-hard from his fucking porndream about Grabowski. Low-crawling across the forest floor was noton his list of fun things to do. Matter of fact it was so far downthere that he would have to crawl UP to get to it.
Grabbing his weapon and cradling it in his armshe began a slow low-crawl across the ground. He winced andwhimpered every time his dick came into contact with somethingsharp or just fucking got jammed against the ground.
This whole time Grabowski was throwing smokegrenades, firing the blanks out of his M16 and yelling at the topof his voice about what a cluster fuck everyone was. Ryan couldn'tbelieve that he had been having a sex dream about this insaneman.
By the time he low-crawled to his fox hole hewas pretty sure his dick would never work again. Patrick, thebastard, was smirking like a mad man. He rolled onto his back andcupped himself. He fucking hurt like fucking hell.
Phillip leaned down until Ryan could see hisface, even though his BCGs were dangling from the strap round hisneck. “If I ever hear you say my given name again, Freckles, you'regoing to fucking regret it, got me?” But there was a look inPhillip's eyes that said he really liked it. That didn't helpthough when Ryan felt his camouflaged cheeks turn red. With thatsaid the Drill stalked off.
Patrick snorted and rolled over. “Dude, you werelike moaning his name and I think you whimpered a few timestoo.”
“Fuck you, Patrick,” Ryan said, rolling overfinally. “God, my fucking dick hurts.”
***
The next day they were eating their MREs whenall three Drills came and sat down in the middle of the group.
Ryan could feel Phillip's gaze on him. He hadfour-day-old camouflage on his face, his uniform looked like hell,the boots were even worse and his BCG's were hanging off his noseat an awkward angle because Kenneth had sat on them their secondday in.
He didn't feel hot but under Phillip's gaze hecould live with it. It always made him feel hot when the other manwas watching him.
Ryan glanced up at Phillip through his longeyelashes. The man didn't ever look less than tidy. Hell, even hisuniform looked freshly pressed. His white teeth flashed when hesmiled, making Ryan take a deep breath. It was not right how goodthe Drill looked. Ryan was pretty sure that the 'enemy' could smellevery single one of them. He stunk like hell. He should have knownit was a dream when he couldn't actually smell himself in it.
“Freckles, after this where are you going?”Grabowski asked.
