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Church blinked blearily at the figure in the doorway as he awoke, yawning loudly. To his dismay a moment later, he saw it was Caboose.
“Jesus Christ, Caboose! Let me sleep, you idiot.”
Caboose, of course, ignored Church and stepped into the room, walking up next to Church and sitting on the edge of his bed. Caboose balled some of the blankets in his hands and blushed, looking up at Church like an injured puppy.
“Dear Lord. Caboose? Hey… buddy. Come on. What is it?” Caboose leaned forward towards Church nervously. What the fuck is with him this morning? Church wondered. It took a moment to remember what had happened. Oh. Fuck.
“Caboose, I … about the other day, I’m really sorry—hey!” Church let out a surprised yelp as Caboose pushed him back down into the bedsheets. Okay, his brain said in a resigned voice. You probably deserve this for being a predatory little fuck in the first place. Let him get in a few punches.
“Church… I read the book that you threw on the floor after you left. I was still confused about sex.”
“Oh… um, okay, Caboose.” Church said, biting his tongue nervously. He did not like the look on Caboose’s face as the rookie leaned over him. Or rather, he liked it much more than he probably should have.
Caboose pressed down on Church’s chest again, sending him back into the pillows hard despite his weak protest. Damn Caboose and his weirdly powerful strength. Caboose hummed over him before leaning down towards Church’s mouth. That was it.
Church reached up and crashed his mouth into Caboose’s impatiently as Caboose hovered nervously over him. Caboose made a soft whimper against Church’s slightly chapped lips before pulling into the kiss, letting Church nip at his lips softly.
Church smiled a bit as he kissed the rookie. He tasted like mint mouthwash, stuff that Church normally hated but couldn’t care less about right now because Caboose was kissing him, letting him breathe in Caboose and press his flushed body against him.
Church sighed into the kiss in a way that could either be interpreted as contented or impatient. Caboose’s lips were warm and soft, and when he parted them slightly, Church could feel the inside of the rookie’s mouth. Caboose’s hand came down to cup Church’s face as they kissed. Surprisingly for both of them, Church didn’t pull away from the gesture.
Church began tracing Caboose’s teeth with his tongue, earning him a soft but throaty groan. After a few more moments, however, Caboose pulled away from Church.
“I think I learned more things about it,” Caboose continued, ignoring Church’s soft and impatient groan from the pillows beneath him. “Like there was this diagram where—”
“Caboose!” Church groaned, exasperated. He let his fingers trail up and down Caboose’s muscular chest as he spoke. “Why don’t you show me what the diagram taught you. Okay?”
“Okay, Church.” Caboose said. He leaned forward again to kiss Church, this time harder. Church took an inward breath as Caboose’s tongue slipped into his mouth.
“Church?” Caboose pulled back again after a moment. “Should I take my shirt off?”
“Yes,” Church said, growing more exasperated by the second. Caboose was hot, but the goddamn kid was an idiot. “Take anything and everything that you want off. My clothes included. Jesus you idiot, do it and touch me.”
Church was dimly aware that he probably sounded like a needy bitch, but with the memory of Caboose’s lips on his and his whines as Church had jacked him off the day before erased that thought as Caboose pulled off his shirt and moved down to pull off Church’s. Church let the rookie undress him, grinding his hips up against Caboose in an effort to distract him as he did.
“Church?” Caboose said into Church’s ear in a low voice, his nose bumping against Church’s cheek.
“Christ Caboose, when will you shut up?” Church growled back against Caboose’s neck. He bit down lightly, causing Caboose to gasp, shocked at the feeling of Church’s teeth on his flesh.
Church took Caboose, still surprised from Church’s bite, and pushed the soldier’s head down along his chest. He prayed to God that Caboose understood that signal, because for the love of God he was ready for Caboose to suck his cock.
Caboose stared down at the tent in Church’s fatigues as if looking at a math equation. He tilted his head slightly as he looked.
“Caboose?” Church said through gritted teeth, looking down from the pillows at Caboose. “Open the zipper, take my cock out, and suck on it.”
“Mhmm.” Caboose nodded as if Church had given him the answer, and, looking fascinated, pulled the zipper down from his fatigues. Church cursed himself for wearing them to bed instead of bothering to change into sweatpants and go commando. Caboose was looking at Church’s boxers like they were locked and he needed the password to get in.
“Caboose, take off my boxers too.” Church almost felt dizzy from pent-up need, and he could feel the pulsing throb of his cock twitching against his leg. He groaned aloud when Caboose finally obeyed him, his fingers brushing lightly against Church’s hard and throbbing member.
“Suck.” Caboose repeated back to Church as though trying to verify the information Church had given him. Church nodded tightly, struggling to ignore the temptation of simply shoving his cock down Caboose’s throat.
Caboose took the head of Church’s cock into his mouth and gave it a hard suck, leaving Church writhing for a moment in pleasure and gasping loudly from the sudden and fierce contact.
“Like that, Church?” Caboose murmured, licking at the pre-come from Church’s cock.
“Y-yes, Caboose, j-just like that, keep going,” Church gasped from the bed, sighing at the feeling of Caboose’s lips stretched around his cock, the tight wet warmth of his mouth sending shivers up Church’s spine. “Go down a bit more… yes, God, like that!”
Caboose moved his head down against Church’s cock and pulled up again, licking lightly along his foreskin as he did so. Church groaned at the sensation. The kid was as stupid as a rock—no, dumber—but his mouth was, for once, moving in all the right ways.
Church’s hands came up to thread through Caboose’s silky blond hair as he moved his mouth along Church’s cock. Church gave an experimental tug on Caboose’s hair, causing Caboose to mumble around his cock and send jolts up Church’s spine. Fuck.
Church was dimly aware that this was wrong, so wrong, that Tucker was probably still in bed in the room right next door and that if he isn’t fast asleep then he is probably hearing everything.
But somehow, that mattered less and less as Caboose sunk his mouth down lower and lower on his cock until he could feel the back of Caboose’s throat on his cock. Caboose choked a little, and the shudder of his throat around Church’s cock caused shivers down his spine.
Church couldn’t help the noise coming from him at this point as he bobbed Caboose’s head up and down harder on his cock. Caboose made little choked noises around Church’s cock as he did so, but hummed slightly as Church murmured quiet words of praise softly.
“God, Caboose, that’s right, ooh, that feels good. Being such a good soldier for me. Yeah… yes, good Caboose, don’t you dare stop. Suck harder for me, rookie. Yes, that’s it, ooh.”
The aching throb of Church’s cock intensified as Caboose began sucking harder and taking more of Church into his mouth, and Church could feel his gut twist in hot waves of pleasure.
“I’m gonna cum,” he breathed. Caboose made a confused noise, but pushed his lips down and over Church’s cock and sucked hard, lapping against the underside of Church’s cock.
The tongue against his sensitive skin felt incredible, and as Caboose sucked harder on his cock, the tightness of his hot little mouth overwhelmed him. Pushing Caboose’s head back a little (because, come on, the kid have never sucked cock before and probably would have choked on his cum), Church growled loudly as he came hot and hard onto Caboose’s lips, his orgasm crashing around him. He felt his muscles tense as he came, and he shuddered, breathing hard and gasping for air.
He was pretty sure he was seeing stars as he came down from his orgasm and Caboose was licking his cock clean of cum. Caboose looked fucking amazing, Church realized, watching the rookie’s tongue move against him and feeling sparks of heat from the man’s tongue moving against his spent cock.
A few drops of cum stuck to his lips, and Church pushed Caboose’s mouth off of him, tilting his chin up with one hand and pushing the cum into Caboose’s mouth with his other one. Caboose grinned slightly as he sucked the cum off of Church’s finger.
“Did I do alright, Church?” Caboose asked, moving up against Church so that they could talk face-to-face, bodies pressed together.
“Fuuck, Caboose, that was… yeah. You did alright. You did really well, Caboose. You should wake me up like this more often.” Church let out a breathless laugh and smoothed Caboose’s hair down with a tired hand. Caboose lay down next to Church, draping an arm across him easily. Church didn’t pull away, but turned on his side next to him.
“If you start chattering rookie, I swear to God I’m kicking you out of the fucking bed.”