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Apr. 23rd, 2018 06:16 pm
Down the hole.
Chapter title: Revalations.
Chapter 3/5
Fandom: Expendables
Characters: Barney Ross Lee Christmas.
Pairing: Barney/Lee
Rating: R.
Summary: they were both crammed down the same dark hole in the ground like two peas in a big filthy pod.
Genre: Comedy, Angst, Slash, Romance
Warnings: no spoilers
Word count:
Revalations.
Barney didn’t know what to do or what to think.
He didn’t have an off button, he was more likely to not be turned on at all, and it had taken him a long while to talk his erection down.
He was angry. Normally he was in charge of his own body and this complete betrayal was making him frustrated.
He tried to recall the saddest or the grossest pictures he had seen, or the most horrible situations he had ever come across. Dying Babies, burn victims, amputated limbs and people throwing up in public places.
At one Point he even let his mind produce images of Gunner Jensen in a short skirt. Not a pretty sight.
The biggest problem was that he really didn’t want to stop feeling Lee against his body this way. He was glad Christmas had stopped moving so much but immediately missed the friction. Conflicted as hell he didnt dare to move, or say, shit.
It was silent. Well almost silent.
The uneven breathing coming from Lee was barely noticeable. He didn’t dare to do or say anything either, afraid of doing it wrong. He didn’t want to break the fragile spell that let him be this close to Barney, causing the man to shove him away.
He was annoyed though. Barney hadn’t put his hand down on Lees waist or anywhere at all but instead rested his arm uncomfortably along his own body.
Thinking about it made Lee more and more frustrated. It would be so much more.. Lovely, if Barney could just..
“..touch me!” Lee whispered not knowing he had said the words out loud.
”What?” was the immediate answer from his friend, his mind still hovering around decapitated dogs and rotten eyeballs.
Lee shook his head, realizing his mistake and quickly replied:
“I mean, what the hell is up with the tin soldier pose? Its like a kid knocked you over on the floor and never came back. I don’t have Ebola, I don't bite and I don't even smell all that bad yet. Rest your god damn arm in a natural pose, you dumb ass!”
Lee closed his eyes and hoped he had saved the situation.
Barney sighed inwardly. Yeah, Lee was right. It would be so much more damn comfortable to rest his hand on Lees hip or something.
He could do it, easily, probably get rock hard again and embarrass himself all over. Most likely needing to fire Lee when they got back home before the rest of the crew heard anything about this.
Or he could try his luck, grab his best mate by the holsters and grind against his ass, hard and determinate, hoping Lee wouldn't rip him a new one. The thought caused his cock to start expanding again. Dammit.
“Shut up, Christmas, it's almost dark now. Just focus on the outside, for fucks sake!” Barney rumbled through his horny fog.
Lee did as ordered. If it was time to go, it was time to go. He rolled over on to his front, leaving the comfortable warmth of his partner and tuned in on what was happening in the camp. His own cock pressed against the cold soil, and if it had been huge and throbbing, it was now shrinking by the second.
The Mercs had mostly assembled on the other side of the clearing that was supposed to be the house's front yard. Closest to the hole was now an improvised parking and some tents that were still unoccupied. A fire had been started and scents of warm food was rising from a huge, steaming pot.
“..well, now or never I suppose, while the food is distracting the big boys” Lee whispered.
“yeah, if we sneak out behind the grey jeep, the two tents will hide us from view once the guard at the far side joins the family dinner” Barney replied.
They snuck out before the moon got to the highest point in the sky. It was as dark as it was gonna get.
They moved with the skill only years of expertise brings, although with a fair bit of stiffness from spending so much time on the cold hard soil. Filthy, stinky and deep in thoughts they snuck out between empty tents and tired jeeps.
After about ten minutes of brisk walking in the woods, Barney signalled for halt. They had long to go before getting to the car. The woods were dense and showed no signs of people ever passing through it.
“My turn to go piss. No need to babysit me, just stay here.” He ordered.
Truthfully, he doubted he could get a drop past the raging hardon he was sporting. Still or again, he could not say, he just knew it needed to be dealt with. Barney took off to the left and made sure Lee was still standing where he had ordered him to.
Fifteen meters, past at least ten bushes and some fallen tree, he stopped and took a deep breath. No need to go overboard with the distance.
He listened carefully. Not a sound from the way that they had come. Nobody was following them. Lee was silent, as expected. Probably squatting down, making himself invisible in the dark.
Barney opened his fly and grabbed his stiff cock. Images and feelings came rushing over him. Lees ass in the tight pants, the heat and friction against his cock earlier, Lees strong thighs bulging as the man was squatting a small distance away.
It took Barney three jerks before he came with a shudder of relief in the dark. Dammit, fuck and fuck again.
Well, at least, now he would be able to piss.
Chapter 3/5
Fandom: Expendables
Characters: Barney Ross Lee Christmas.
Pairing: Barney/Lee
Rating: R.
Summary: they were both crammed down the same dark hole in the ground like two peas in a big filthy pod.
Genre: Comedy, Angst, Slash, Romance
Warnings: no spoilers
Word count:
Revalations.
Barney didn’t know what to do or what to think.
He didn’t have an off button, he was more likely to not be turned on at all, and it had taken him a long while to talk his erection down.
He was angry. Normally he was in charge of his own body and this complete betrayal was making him frustrated.
He tried to recall the saddest or the grossest pictures he had seen, or the most horrible situations he had ever come across. Dying Babies, burn victims, amputated limbs and people throwing up in public places.
At one Point he even let his mind produce images of Gunner Jensen in a short skirt. Not a pretty sight.
The biggest problem was that he really didn’t want to stop feeling Lee against his body this way. He was glad Christmas had stopped moving so much but immediately missed the friction. Conflicted as hell he didnt dare to move, or say, shit.
It was silent. Well almost silent.
The uneven breathing coming from Lee was barely noticeable. He didn’t dare to do or say anything either, afraid of doing it wrong. He didn’t want to break the fragile spell that let him be this close to Barney, causing the man to shove him away.
He was annoyed though. Barney hadn’t put his hand down on Lees waist or anywhere at all but instead rested his arm uncomfortably along his own body.
Thinking about it made Lee more and more frustrated. It would be so much more.. Lovely, if Barney could just..
“..touch me!” Lee whispered not knowing he had said the words out loud.
”What?” was the immediate answer from his friend, his mind still hovering around decapitated dogs and rotten eyeballs.
Lee shook his head, realizing his mistake and quickly replied:
“I mean, what the hell is up with the tin soldier pose? Its like a kid knocked you over on the floor and never came back. I don’t have Ebola, I don't bite and I don't even smell all that bad yet. Rest your god damn arm in a natural pose, you dumb ass!”
Lee closed his eyes and hoped he had saved the situation.
Barney sighed inwardly. Yeah, Lee was right. It would be so much more damn comfortable to rest his hand on Lees hip or something.
He could do it, easily, probably get rock hard again and embarrass himself all over. Most likely needing to fire Lee when they got back home before the rest of the crew heard anything about this.
Or he could try his luck, grab his best mate by the holsters and grind against his ass, hard and determinate, hoping Lee wouldn't rip him a new one. The thought caused his cock to start expanding again. Dammit.
“Shut up, Christmas, it's almost dark now. Just focus on the outside, for fucks sake!” Barney rumbled through his horny fog.
Lee did as ordered. If it was time to go, it was time to go. He rolled over on to his front, leaving the comfortable warmth of his partner and tuned in on what was happening in the camp. His own cock pressed against the cold soil, and if it had been huge and throbbing, it was now shrinking by the second.
The Mercs had mostly assembled on the other side of the clearing that was supposed to be the house's front yard. Closest to the hole was now an improvised parking and some tents that were still unoccupied. A fire had been started and scents of warm food was rising from a huge, steaming pot.
“..well, now or never I suppose, while the food is distracting the big boys” Lee whispered.
“yeah, if we sneak out behind the grey jeep, the two tents will hide us from view once the guard at the far side joins the family dinner” Barney replied.
They snuck out before the moon got to the highest point in the sky. It was as dark as it was gonna get.
They moved with the skill only years of expertise brings, although with a fair bit of stiffness from spending so much time on the cold hard soil. Filthy, stinky and deep in thoughts they snuck out between empty tents and tired jeeps.
After about ten minutes of brisk walking in the woods, Barney signalled for halt. They had long to go before getting to the car. The woods were dense and showed no signs of people ever passing through it.
“My turn to go piss. No need to babysit me, just stay here.” He ordered.
Truthfully, he doubted he could get a drop past the raging hardon he was sporting. Still or again, he could not say, he just knew it needed to be dealt with. Barney took off to the left and made sure Lee was still standing where he had ordered him to.
Fifteen meters, past at least ten bushes and some fallen tree, he stopped and took a deep breath. No need to go overboard with the distance.
He listened carefully. Not a sound from the way that they had come. Nobody was following them. Lee was silent, as expected. Probably squatting down, making himself invisible in the dark.
Barney opened his fly and grabbed his stiff cock. Images and feelings came rushing over him. Lees ass in the tight pants, the heat and friction against his cock earlier, Lees strong thighs bulging as the man was squatting a small distance away.
It took Barney three jerks before he came with a shudder of relief in the dark. Dammit, fuck and fuck again.
Well, at least, now he would be able to piss.
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