They both groaned at the contact. When Ryanremoved his lips from his Phillip took a much-needed breath.
Ryan's mouth attacked his neck and Phillipmoaned. Fuck if he wasn't careful he would come in his pants like aschoolboy. They were moving against each other in deliciousrhythm.
Cocks brushed against cocks. Thighs pressedagainst each other.
***
Ryan raised his mouth and looked up at Phillipover his specs. “Well,” he said. A small smile turned into a sexylittle smirk. “I think I just proved it,” he said. His hand sliddown to Phillip's erection.
He laughed when Phillip looked like he was goingto strangle him.
“Cock tease,” Phillip muttered.
Ryan pulled back and smiled. “Dude! You can'tjust push me into a bathroom and expect me to get on my knees.”
“Well, how about my house then?” Phillipgrinned.
“Can't leave. Brendon's spending the night,”Ryan said and almost regretted that Brendon would be at hisapartment. He walked to the stall and did his business. The manbehind him let out a resigned sigh.
“That I can understand.” And Ryan knew hedid.
“Alright, Freckles, go back to yourbuddies.”
“Ya'know they wouldn't mind if you joined us.Technically you're one of us. Albeit the bastard that scarred usfor life, but you're still one of us,” Ryan said. He couldn'tbelieve that he was talking this frankly with Phillip.
“I know.” Phillip grinned and waited for Ryan towash his hands. “But tonight is a good night for old Army buddiesto get together and cuss their Drill Sergeants. We were meanbastards.”
Ryan grinned. “Yeah, but we know you just hadour best interests at heart.” He laid his hand over his heart andlaughed at that lie. “How many times did y'all stand back and laughover the shit you did to us?” It was a question he hadn't had theguts to ask Mark.
“So many times y'all would have been highlypissed off if you knew,” Phillip responded with a grin. He pulledRyan close again. “Freckles, one day in the not so distant futureI’m gonna take you home and keep you in bed all fucking night.”
“Talk’s cheap, Drill Sergeant Grabowski.”Ryan smirked.
“We'll see,” Phillip said. And that was afucking promise. Ryan knew it without a single doubt in hismind.
***
As it turned out Brendon wasn't the one whobroke the bar up. It was Phillip.
It started out fairly innocently. An infantryguy took offense at Phillip's t-shirt. Phillip took offense at theguy’s offense.
The guy punched Phillip in the gut. It shouldhave been laughable. Phillip had to have nearly a foot on the guy.Not to mention he outweighed the guy by a good fifty pounds.Phillip bent at the waist but blocked the heavy fist that cametoward him. He sent the guy sprawling with a vicious upper-cut.
And of course the guy’s friends took offense atPhillip's offense.
Which led to Mark taking offense. He pulled oneguy off of Phillip and was knocked backwards for his trouble. Ofcourse Alexander took offense because he wasn't willing to leavetheir new Sergeant on his own. Patrick took offense because of tworeasons, one was Mark, and the other was Grabowski; he was theirstoo. Ryan and Brendon because of varying reasons. (And Ryan wasusing a drunk’s logic that at some point Phillip would be his loverand if he had to heal up...well that wasn't acceptable.) AndKenneth just wanted to fight.
All five stood up and headed toward the fray.They jumped in and the fight was on in earnest.
Chairs were overturned, beer bottles werethrown, cops were called. It was just a typical night at the‘Fubar.’
Phillip, Ryan, Patrick, Brendon, Alexander andKenneth all sat in the Killeen Jail waiting for Mark to bail all ofthem out.
When the cops came they all claimed they startedthe fight to keep Mark from getting into trouble, and when Philliptried to take all the blame no one would let that happen. All inall Phillip thought it was a clusterfuck and informed them ofit.
It didn't really matter though, because like inbasic, if one guy got in trouble they all did.
Ryan wasn't real sure why Alexander had thrownhimself into it. When he asked, Alexander just grinned.
