Page 4 of These Old Lies
Of course, asking after the bastard directly wouldn’t do, or rather, too many would notice a corporal asking after a lieutenant from another section.The same went for just wandering around the officers’ dugouts. He and Ned really needed to develop a better system to contact one another. The problem was by the time they tracked each other down and found some hidden corner, logistics were not the top priority.
Charlie was still standing in the middle of the trench intersection impishly named “Oxford Circus,” trying to figure out what to do next, when he heard the cut crystal accent that made his whole body go hard. “Corporal Villiers!”
Finally.
“Yes, Lieutenant Pinsent.” He turned around and saluted. Everything about Ned screamed officer—the perfect posture, the impeccable uniform, the crisp, even way he spoke. Wherever Ned walked in the camp, men automatically stood to attention. It annoyed the hell out of Charlie, but it also made him hornier than he liked to admit, knowing what he could and would make that tall, authoritative form do.
“Come with me.” Without checking whether Charlie would follow, Ned turned on his heel and started walking through the trenches. He led them to a darkened supply dugout, which wasn’t in any way comfortable but had a decent chance of being private, at least for a short while.
They had barely made it inside when Ned’s lips came crashing down on Charlie’s, the force of his body pushing Charlie against rough crates. Charlie groaned, revelling in the sensation of being surrounded by Ned, by the softness of his lips and the power he could feel trembling behind them. Iron wrapped in velvet.
Ned ran his hands up and down Charlie’s body, touches that were wonderfully intimate even if they were through his uniform. Charlie shivered in pleasure.
“Could you’ve been any harder to find, Villiers?” Ned panted into his mouth, hands clenched around Charlie’s lapels. “Wandered half the bloody reserve line trying to spot you. Thought you’d got yourself field punishment again.”
Before Charlie could respond, Ned’s lips were on his again, his hands grabbing Charlie’s hips so tightly that Charlie could feel Ned’s own need through their trousers, grinding against his thigh.
“We can’t all be lounging in the officers' mess, waiting for others to fightthe Germans,” Charlie managed to get out between kisses. He pulled at the collar of Ned’s uniform and kissed his neck, nipping it in a way that he knew would make the other man groan.
“You sure it wasn’t that your focus was elsewhere?”
Charlie thrust his hips forward to show Ned just exactly where his focus had gone. “Dodging death gives a chap horrible wood.”
Ned leaned over Charlie with his arm braced above his head, his lips against Charlie’s ear. “Must have been mighty uncomfortable for the past week.”
“Couldn’t lie down for fear of giving my position away.”
Ned laughed, his hand slowly moving more intimately around the anatomy in question, fingers creating friction against the uniform’s material that was just on the right side of rough.
“Taking your time today, are you?” Charlie grabbed a fist of Ned’s hair and kissed him with force, tongue darting and tangling with Ned’s, showing him with his kiss all that Charlie could never find the way to say in words—the joy of survival and how much he had carried Ned and these moments with him through the past week.
“Well then.” Ned dropped to his knees.
This was exactly what Charlie needed. But politeness still made him say, “Are you sure?”
Ned didn’t even bother to look up as he undid Charlie’s trousers. “My opinion on sucking cocks has not changed in the past two weeks.”
Charlie found himself actually blushing. “I mean, I’m just back from the front.”
Ned looked up at him with those damn hazel eyes and Charlie could have come right there and then. “I want you now and I want you between my lips.”
Charlie remembered being told that pleasure heightens the senses, but he found that as soon as Ned’s mouth was around him, the exact opposite was the case. The smells and noises of the trenches evaporated. Existence boileddown to the feel of his uniform cloth against his back, the rough wood beneath his hands, the pain in his mouth as he bit his cheek to keep from making noises, and the whirling warm pleasure of Ned’s mouth.
“Fuck, Ned!” Charlie moaned, making sure to keep his voice low.
Charlie knew the other man liked it when Charlie called him by his given name; he had asked him to do it the first time they got each other off. Charlie had been taken aback at first. It wasn’t like tossing a man off automatically put you on first-name terms, especially an officer. So he didn’t do it often, and he hadn’t offered the same familiarity back.
Charlie ran his hand through Ned’s jet-black hair. “You couldn’t wait for this, could you?” he whispered. “Your mouth filled with an infantryman’s cock.”
Ned’s response was a grip on Charlie’s arse that brought him deeper into his mouth and throat. The world spun, and Charlie’s voice became increasingly broken. “I know you’re hard for me, hard as a fucking rod since you commanded me to follow you like a puppy. You like bossing men around, then getting on your knees for them? Well, here is an orders for you. Rub yourself off.”
That got a moan from Ned that Charlie swore vibrated through his bones. Charlie felt Ned reach down into his own trousers and start to move. Knowing that Ned was as frantic as Charlie shattered whatever was left of Charlie’s self-control and their rhythm.
Everything became a blur of Charlie cursing as pleasure crashed through him, Ned sucking him further, Charlie biting his own hand to muffle a moan, Ned’s hand warm on his thighs. Charlie dropped to his knees, hand going around Ned’s cock, staring into Ned’s hazel eyes as he worked him. “Come with me, Ned. Show me how much you missed me.”
And then Ned was lost in his own pleasure.
Charlie started to come back to himself a few minutes later, still kneeling on the damp ground. Ned was hunched over himself, shaking. Ned didn’t always finish, which Charlie found damn odd, but accepted that sometimes Ned’s mind just wouldn't let him go there. When he did, Ned’s climaxes always shook him to the core. Charlie knew that it would be a few more minutes before the other man was ready to stand up.