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They’d been drinking. Of course they had. What else was there to do in their down time to manage the horrors they saw on a daily basis? Talk about it? With each other? Not likely.
So they’d been drinking. Probably more than they should have given they were still on active duty, even if they were in a holding pattern until they received further orders. It’s just the two of them, Alex and Gaz, while Price and Laswell were in a meeting (had been for a while) and Farah was out on a solo recon mission.
The more they drank, the more they began to flirt, the long simmering sexual tension, occasionally resolved when they had the opportunity, rearing its head again after so long. Gaz couldn’t remember how the conversation turned onto the topic of lap dances, although he was sure it was Alex who had brought up (reasonably sure, anyway), and then Gaz was leaning back in his chair, spreading his legs wide in invitation and saying, “Alright, why don’t you give me one then.”
Alex had smiled his familiar, dopey half-smile, laughing lightly at what he assumed was a joke. But Gaz kept eye contact, patted his thigh in invitation, waiting.
“You’re serious?” Alex said, standing up from where he leaned against the long table covered with maps and other mission details.
“If you’re not up for it–”
“No, man, I’m up for it,” Alex interjected, setting his beer down on the table behind him. He slipped his phone out of his pocket, scrolling for a moment before a bassy beat emerged, both overloud in what was effectively a shipping container converted into a war room and tinny coming through the phone speaker.
Alex moved toward Gaz in his chair, swaying his hips from side to side to the music as he did so.
Gaz laughed as recognition washed over him. “Pony? Really?”
“You don’t like it?”
“Didn’t say that. You ever given a lap dance before, Keller?” Gaz asked, eyes focused on the movement of Alex’s hips, already entranced.
“Guess you’ll find out, won’t you?” he replied with a smirk.
Then Alex was between Gaz’s spread knees, moving to the music, dropping his hips and sliding his palms up along Gaz’s chest to wrap around the back of his neck. When Gaz reached for him, Alex diverted his hands in what appeared to be a practiced move. “Ah, ah, ah,” he said, turning between Gaz’s knees so his back was to Gaz’s front. “No touching.”
“You’re not serious,” Gaz said.
“Those are the rules, babe.”
If you're horny let's do it
Ride it, my pony
My saddle's waiting
Come and jump on it
Ginuine crooned as Alex placed his hands high up on Gaz’s spread thighs, sinking down between them. He kicked his prosthetic out dramatically as he pushed back up.
If we're gonna get nasty baby
First we'll show and tell
'Till I reach your pony tail
Oh
“Is that what we’re gonna do, Keller? Are we gonna get nasty, baby ?” Gaz snickered. Despite the rules, he set his hands on Alex’s hips, pulling him back against Gaz’s groin where he was hard in his pants. “Hm? You gonna ride this pony?”
Alex slid his left leg over Gaz’s right, dragging it in so he could sit properly in the other man’s lap. He leaned in close, breath ghosting across Gaz’s mouth. “I don’t know, Garrick. Is that what you want?” He rolled his hips forward and the two men groaned in tandem. “Say the word and I’m yours, Kyle.”
“Fuck,” Gaz whispered lowly. “Alex.”
“Yeah, baby?” Their lips were almost touching.
“Please, Alex,” Gaz said as he closed what little distance remained, bringing their mouths together into a heated kiss.
Gaz loved the feel of Alex’s mustache against his face. The hair was surprisingly soft in contrast to the stubble that coated his cheeks and chin, rubbing roughly against Gaz’s own clean shaven visage.
Hands falling to the buckle of Alex’s belt, Gaz began to slip the leather loose from the buckle when there was the tell-tale sound of heavy footfalls on the metal steps outside.
The pair sprung apart, Alex quickly refastening his belt. He moved back to the table, leaning over it as though he was reading something intently, steadying his breathing to help ease the throbbing erection in his pants. Gaz crossed one leg over the other, folding his hand strategically to obscure his own arousal.
A moment later Price stepped into the room. He paused in the door, giving the two men an appraising look, clearly not buying their false casualness.
“Lieutenant. Sergeant,” Price said, stepping further into the room.
“Captain,” the two men said together.
“Any status update?” Gaz asked.
“Kate’s just finalizing the details. We’ll have a debrief on what’s coming next in about an hour.”
“Copy that, Sir.”
Price glanced between the two of them again, took in the empty cans on the table and floor. “Not getting into any trouble, are we?”
“No, Sir.”
“Of course not, Sir.”
Price made a noise of disbelief. “Clean up and get yourself ready for debrief.” He exited another door, leaving Alex and Gaz alone once more.
“That was close,” Alex breathed.
“Yeah,” Gaz replied. He stood from his chair, moving behind Alex, boxing him against the table with his arms and grinding slow against his ass. “Think we can be quick?”
“Kyle!” Alex answered, sounding only partially scandalized. He glanced at Gaz over his shoulder. “I’d rather we didn’t have to be.”
“Is that a ‘no’ then?”
Alex breathed out a hard breath. He pressed back against Gaz unconsciously. “Find me after debrief,” he replied.
Gaz stepped away, appeased for the moment. “Probably will still have to be quick then, too.”