Chapter 2

Life in the army could be so boring sometimes. Mouse shifted on his bunk bed and stared at the ceiling, hoping to find a reason there so that he wasn’t so bored. And it was so fucking hot. He wasn’t even in the mood for giving blowjobs, which said a lot about how bored he was. It was a Sunday, which meant that they weren’t even doing their usual drills. A state of readiness was expected from them, but, beyond that, they were supposed to enjoy their time off.

Mouse had never done too well with time off. He liked action, to do things, not lie down like that, with nothing to do. Later, they might hit the small town nearby, have a small drink with people from other units spread about. Maybe there would be some new cocks to suck there. Something new to break off the boredom.

Not that he didn’t know what his problem was. Captain Reynolds had put them through the wringer all week, and all the time, Mouse had stared at the man, or better said, at his crotch. He usually liked easy things, but he just couldn’t stop himself thinking of his commander. And he hadn’t missed how the guy had acted as their drill sergeant, showing them some wrestling moves up close and personal. Their real drill sergeant, a guy everyone called Pike, was a fucking scumbag. Mouse couldn’t stand the sight of him, and he had a hunch that his extracurricular activities were known and not much appreciated by the said scumbag.

The problem was captain Reynolds had skipped him at the wrestling demonstrations, and that didn’t sit well with him at all. He had ended up getting drilled by the same scumbag as usual, and Pike hadn’t missed a chance to hit his ankles and drive an elbow between his shoulder blades, on basis that he was teaching him the correct position. The man had small beady eyes and was short and wide. No one called him fat to his face, and Mouse wondered how a guy so out of shape was there, with them, supposedly to teach them how to fight. Most probably, he was well-connected. That explained everything, army or no army, war or no war.

So, he was pretty salty over being overlooked like that. And he had even anticipated the way it would feel when the captain held him from behind, pressing that hard crotch against his ass. Fuck, he was fucked. He missed Kekko big time. Karl had reached for him from another world and sent him to meet Francesco. Even if no one told him Karl was behind all that, he just knew. Somehow, he had learned where Kekko was, and rumor had it – and by that, he meant Morgan – that Francesco had been looking for him like crazy all over the country, in prisons and whatnot.

A thing like that was enough to boost a man’s ego. But now Kekko was far away, with his plump sexy butt and kissable lips and everything, and Mouse was stuck here, with a hard-on for his commander, who was very near and very untouchable.

The fuck was with him and this new obsession? Maybe it was because the captain was nice to him, not in the way people in power were with people under them, who they treated like pets or underlings. No, captain Reynolds was a good guy who offered praise only when earned, and did so in a manner that could make any soldier proud.

Fuck, if he knew what to do with that. He wanted to do captain Reynolds, that much he knew. The how was eluding him, however. With most guys, it was easy-peasy. Want a bj? Yes or no.

And captain Reynolds had said no. Hmm, maybe not directly, but Mouse knew when he was being flipped off. The guy was married, didn’t have use for a mouth, and was, by the looks of it, a stoic, who could do without sex for months, because he was in love with his job or some shit.

That was a fucking bummer.

“Hey, Ahab,” someone whispered from the door.

Mouse had to squint to see who it was. “Peewee?”

“I told you not to call me that. Hey, the boys are having a game of cards. Don’t you want to come?”

“I want to come,” Mouse joked, “but none of you assholes are offering as little as a hand.”

It didn’t take Ryan long to catch that. After a short moment of debate whether to get angry over it or not, Ryan stepped inside and closed the door after him, carefully, as if there was some risk to wake up someone.

He sat on the bed next to Mouse and didn’t say a word for a while. Mouse was too bored to even ask what was up with him.

“I would offer you a hand,” Ryan said very slowly and so faintly that Mouse wasn’t so sure he had heard him right.

“Don’t bother, Peewee, I bet I have a lot more experience than you in that area, too.”

Ryan seemed offended by that. “I jerk off,” he protested.

“Yeah, okay, good for you. Unless you want to blow me, I think you should go back to your pals and their card game.” To make clear that he wasn’t crazy about companionship when he could just sit there and dream of a way to get into the captain’s pants, he closed his eyes and crossed his hands over his belly.

Ryan didn’t move. “I could,” he said in a strangled voice, “do that, too.”

That stirred Mouse alright. He pushed himself up on his elbows and gave the guy a good long stare. “No shit,” he said slowly. “Are you for real, Peewee?”

“Don’t call me that.” Ryan wasn’t pissed or angry. He was just upset and felt humiliated for not being taken seriously.

“Okay, I won’t call you that. But only if you stop with the bullshit.”

Ryan bit his bottom lip hard. “Why do you say it’s bullshit? You do it all the time.”

“Yeah, and I’m the black sheep around here. What do you think it’s going to happen if anyone catches whiff of what you’re doing? You know, sucking cock and all that, just to be clear.”

“Are you going to tell on me?”

“No, you little fucker, I won’t. But it’s like living in glass houses around here if you didn’t notice.”

Ryan seemed deflated. Mouse wasn’t in the mood to mollycoddle a cute moron, but he had a feeling that Ryan wasn’t going to let him be if he didn’t make things clear and in a way that didn’t hurt the boy’s feelings much.

“Look, I get it,” he said. “You saw me doing it and thought it was fun. But the others won’t ever look at you the same if you do it and get caught. The cocksucker label is worse than a tattoo, dude. It never gets off. I’m talking from experience.”

“Is that why you’re doing it? Because you think there’s no other way?”

Mouse shrugged. “I like it. The taste of a cock in my mouth, how full it makes me feel. And you know, cum is awesome. You should taste yours, if you’re that curious.”

“I did.” Ryan stole a glance at him and then he returned at staring at his own hands.

“Good for you,” Mouse said with a grunt. He looked down at his own crotch. Peewee was starting to get him hard. Maybe he needed a distraction, after all. And who was he to babysit the little fucker? Ryan was probably the same age as him or older, but he couldn’t keep from thinking that he was younger. More innocent, for sure.

He got to his feet and hooked his thumbs into his belt loops. “I’m in the showers. Come in five minutes. Come up with some lie so that no one’s coming to look for you for like half an hour.”

“Are you going to...” Ryan didn’t continue.

Mouse smirked and began walking, enjoying Ryan’s eyes on the swing of his hips. Ryan needed a little upgrade. And maybe teaching him how to blow a cock properly wasn’t so bad. It was a skill good to have and it had taken him far in life.

He was already soaping his crack for the third time, thinking that Peewee must have chickened out after all, when someone walked into the showers. Mouse leaned against the wall and began to play with his cock, tugging at it so that it grew to full length.

Ryan rushed in and his breath caught when his eyes landed on Mouse. He took off his clothes in record time, stumbling and almost falling. Mouse snickered and watched him making a total fool of himself.

“Shut up,” Ryan mumbled and walked into the shower stall.

Without any preamble, he pressed his lips against Mouse’s mouth. Well, that was a way to shut him up, for sure. Ryan’s body was hot and smelled of sweat, but Mouse didn’t mind it. Some guys were pigs, but not this boy. No, this one was as neat as they came, and one step away from getting a good nice cock in his mouth to teach him not to bite more than he could chew.

For now, he enjoyed the kiss. Ryan was clumsy and needy, and Mouse liked the flavor. He let his hands move lower, down on Ryan’s back and grabbed his ass playfully. While half-expecting Ryan to push him away, what he got in turn was a soft groan and a body pressing harder against him.

It looked like Peewee would get what he wanted and a little more. As frustrated as he felt for being overlooked by the captain, he could do with fucking a cute butt instead. He didn’t hesitate as he grabbed Ryan and turned him with his face to the wall, making him gasp in surprise.

“What, what are you doing?” Ryan stammered.

“You look like you need cock in your life and badly,” Mouse growled playfully into his ear.

“Wait,” Ryan said, alarmed by how quick things are moving. “I’m not sure--”

Mouse was about to tell him to stop acting like a pussy since his boy pussy clearly wanted some, when the alarm went off.

“You gotta be kidding me,” he groaned and pushed himself away from Ryan’s body.

His mate made a run for the door the next instant. Saved by the bell. Who the fuck believed that shit?

Mouse held the binoculars to his eyes and scouted the horizon. Nothing was yet visible, but he felt it in his blood. The enemy was there, hiding behind those rocks, waiting for a sign.

War was a funny thing, he pondered as he grimly took in his surroundings. It was all calm and peaceful, only for hell to break loose the following moment.

“What’s your call, Ahab?”

Was the captain really asking him that?

“They’re there.” Whatever, if he was asked, he’d give the answer. And they had the confirmation from the big eye in the sky, so what was with the twenty questions, anyway? The captain was starting to piss him off, and he was too close. He felt his teeth grinding against each other.

“Ahab!”

Mouse startled.

“I gave you an order,” the captain said through his teeth.

What the fuck? When? Fuck, he’d been lost in his own mind for a moment there.

“Get down and stay out of the way,” the captain ordered and moved on to instruct Ryan and the rest on how to adjust the cannon.

Fuck, he thought to himself. I need to jerk off before I literally lose my head.

The look the captain gave him for a short moment was all he needed to realize that he had messed up big time, in one second of not paying attention.

It was no wonder that the captain wanted to see him in his office later that evening. They had the confirmation that the target had been destroyed, but that mission could have gone and get finished without him, anyway.

He knocked shortly and waited for the call to go in. He walked in only after the captain bellowed for a second time. Since the man was so pissed at him, it could be worth it to double down. He’d only get punished once.

He assumed the position after saluting and smacking his heels together.

“At ease,” Reynolds growled at him.

“I’d rather not, sir.”

“Are you smarting out to me?”

Mouse started as the captain smacked his hands on the desk. “No, sir,” he said slowly.

“I think that it got to your head that you’re special.”

“No, sir, that isn’t--”

“Talk only when I ask you a question, soldier!”

Mouse couldn’t stand straighter if he wanted. Every muscle in his body hurt from tension. He expected a thrashing and probably being in charge of cleaning the toilets for the foreseeable future, but this was a bit different than what he had imagined. He had let the man down, and he felt shitty about it.

“Where the hell was your head when we were out in the field today?”

“It wasn’t, I mean--”

“Don’t try to lie to me. I only want the truth.”

Fuck, the truth was kind of hard to get out. Nah, the captain was going to kick his ass if he knew.

“With all due respect, sir, the truth--”

“Is all I want to hear coming from your mouth.” Captain Reynolds sat behind his desk and crossed his arms over his chest. “I’m waiting.”

Mouse took a deep breath. “It sucks that you didn’t teach me how to wrestle.” He held his eyes up, somewhere above the captain’s head. “You showed it to the others.” Fuck, he sounded like a petulant kid.

The silence that stretched announced nothing good.

“How old are you, Ahab?” the captain asked.

“Almost twenty-one.” He had no idea why Reynolds wanted to know that. And it wasn’t like he didn’t have everyone’s files.

“And, at your age, you still throw tantrums?”

Mouse pursed his lips. So that was how it was going to be. He remained silent.

“No come back? Nothing clever to prove how smart you are? Hmm, hot shot?”

Mouse frowned. He didn’t know why it pissed him off so much that Reynolds was talking to him like that. But it pissed him off big time. “I’m not some hot shot, sir. Unlike these other mofos around me, I’ve had a shitty life before coming here. And it ain’t getting any better.”

“Really? Should the universe give you something because you’re you? Some special little snowflake?”

His blood was fucking boiling. He broke from his proper stance and smacked his hands on the captain’s desk. “Now, look here, sir. I didn’t ask to come here. It was either this or rotting in jail. So, before you judge me, mister I’m too good for you to suck my cock--”

He swallowed his words and stepped back. Fuck, he had talked too much. He almost stumbled over his own legs in his hurry to get out.

“Ahab, come back here this instance!” the captain yelled after him, but he was having none of that.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Being horny was one thing, but being stupid was a totally different deal. Why the fuck had he let himself riled up so easily? The fucking captain had talked like he knew him from Adam or something. What an asshole, when Mouse had had to fight and scrape by since he’d been way too young for that kind of life. Sure, he had acted like a moron, losing himself in his own head while on the battlefield, but that didn’t mean that the captain could call him arrogant and full of himself as if he’d had his entire life offered on a fucking silver platter.

What was the punishment for disobedience? Mouse was pretty sure the captain wasn’t going to be too sweet on him now that he had run out of his office, ignoring a direct order. Shit. He pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes. The evening was falling fast, and it wouldn’t do him any good to be caught out in the open. Nights could get really cold, and his balls would freeze and fall off. Ha, maybe that was the proper punishment for being horny and stupid, after all.

“Ahab,” someone called for him.

He knew without looking that it was Ryan. “What?” he growled, without looking.

“Captain says I must bring you.”

For a moment, he played with the idea to ignore that, too, but he was pushing his luck as it was. So, he got to his feet and brushed the seat of his pants. Ryan stared at him as he walked over. “What?” The snarl on his face was supposed to put off any questions.

“Captain’s really pissed,” Ryan whispered. “He didn’t let any of us have dinner.”

“Oh, fuck,” Mouse murmured. He had chosen a stupid day to go all rebel over his life and position in the army. “I’ll clean up my mess, don’t worry. Now move. I’m coming.”

Ryan did as told without another word.

The whole crew was there, even Pike. Mouse could tell by their body language that they weren’t happy with being summoned in the small courtyard when they were supposed to have dinner, shower, and go to bed.

Mouse walked directly to Reynolds. “Reporting for duty, sir,” he said, trying hard not to sound like he wanted to piss off the guy even more.

The captain gave him a short look and then ignored him. He moved along, taking in everyone present. “Today, your mate here made a mistake, one that could have been fatal. What mistake was that?”