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It was almost nightfall when Ev Blakely strolled along the hardstands of the 418th. It had been an eventful day, and he just needed to breathe for a moment. They barely made it home—if it weren't for Harry. Ev hadn't seen his navigator at all after they came back, though. It was as if he had vanished.
No one had heard from him, nor had anyone seen him. He was gone. And Ev didn't like that. He didn't have time to check in on Harry, nor did he have time to thank him. Harry always insisted that he didn't do that much work on the missions, but everyone knew differently. If it weren't for Harry, they wouldn't come home.
Ev buried his hands in his flight jacket, cigarette dangling from his lips. His eyes scanned the landscape until they spotted a flick of light. His brows furrowed. That came from the Snappin. It couldn't be the ground crews, though. The Snappin got away relatively lightly, and they managed to fix her up before dinner. So, that left only one possible person.
Harry.
With a purposeful stride, Ev made his way over to his fort. He opened up the hatch, calling out, "Harry? Are you in here?"
Something clattered to the ground. "I—yeah. I'm here." His voice was strained. Or was it embarrassed? Ev couldn't tell.
He sighed and pulled himself up through the hatch. With a grunt, he sat down at the edge of the fuselage before he stood up and made his way to the nose.
Harry sat in his little chair, staring ahead out of the window across from him. A little lantern stood on his desk, and Ev sighed. "What the hell are you doing up here? It's almost curfew, you know."
"I don't know," Harry shrugged. "I just… needed to get a clear head, I guess." He looked at Ev, the dim light throwing shadows over his face. He looked so beautiful that Ev had to pause for a moment.
Ev shook his head. "How long have you been up here?" he asked, slowly getting closer and leaning against the navigator's desk. "We haven't seen you for hours." A hint of worry laced his voice as he spoke, his brows knitted together.
"I'm sorry," Harry muttered, unable to meet Ev's eyes. "I guess today hit harder than normal." He fidgeted with his hands. "I don't know why…"
Gently, Ev reached out and placed his hand over Harry's. "That's normal," he replied in a soft voice. "We're not made for this, Harry. Our heads—they can't handle all of this." He squeezed Harry's hands. "You don't have to be ashamed, I hope you know that."
"I'm not ashamed," Harry countered. "Just—I don't know… I just needed a moment."
Ev hummed in acknowledgement. "That's okay." He slowly got up again. "But please don't stay too long here, okay? You need to sleep." A soft smile played around his lips.
As Ev turned, Harry shot up from his chair. "Ev," he called out, and the pilot paused. He looked at Harry, tilting his head. "Can I ask you something?"
"Sure," Ev replied. "Anything. You know that."
Harry swallowed and flexed his hands. "Can I—" he cut himself off, a nervous chuckle rushing past his lips. God, he was an idiot for asking this. "Can I kiss you?"
"What?" Ev blinked at him, unsure if his ears were deceiving him.
Awkward silence filled the space for a moment before Harry spoke up again. "You know what," he rambled, a blush creeping up his neck. "Forget it. Forget what I said." His fingers dug into the fabric of his pants. "It was stupid, I—"
Ev interrupted him, "No." Slowly, he stepped closer. "Say it again."
Harry's eyes widened. "I really shouldn't—"
"Say. It. Again," Ev repeated, towering over Harry by now.
"Can I kiss you?" Harry breathed, looking up at Ev. His chest was heaving, and his pupils were dilated. The air seemed to grow thicker with each passing moment, and—even though the light was dim—Harry could see desire flicker in Ev's eyes.
The second the question left Harry's mouth, Ev's lips crashed down onto Harry's. The pilot's hands gripped Harry's waist, pulling him closer.
Once they broke the kiss, Harry opened his mouth to protest, "Ev—"
But his pilot didn't let him. "Shut up, Harry," he muttered before pulling Harry into another intense kiss. He pressed him against the desk, gripping his thighs to lift him onto it, all without breaking apart.
Harry gasped against Ev's lips, his hands flying out to grip his pilot's arms, steadying himself. His fingers dug into the leather, knuckles almost turning white from the pressure. "Fuck," he croaked, arching into Ev without really noticing.
Ev chuckled against Harry's lips. "Shit, you like this, don't you?" he questioned, pulling back enough to look at his navigator. His eyes scanned Harry's face, the way his eyes were already glassy, his lips parted and swollen. "You're so fucking tempting," Ev cursed under his breath, hands squeezing Harry's hips. "All for me…"
"Yes," Harry agreed, licking his lips. "Just for you."
A smirk played around Ev's lips. "Good." Then he started to undress Harry.
The edge of the navigator's table dug into Harry's hips, the wood cold against his naked skin. The windows of the fort were already fogging up, the air inside thick and hot. Sweat was glistening on Harry's brow.
Ev's fingers were tangled in Harry's hair, pulling back his head as he was carefully aligning himself. "Look at you," he muttered. "All open and ready for me." Slowly, he started to push forward, huffing when Harry bit down on his lip to muffle his moans.
"Atta boy," Ev praised his navigator as he gently bottomed out. The pilot took a deep breath, his free hand gripping Harry's hip. "Taking me so good…"
"Fuck—" Harry's voice trembled, and he clawed at the table, desperate to steady himself. He'd never felt that full before, and Ev certainly wasn't the first man he'd been with. His knees buckled, and if it weren't for the table, he would've collapsed.
With sharp thrusts, Ev's hips snapped against Harry's, filling the nose of their fort with the sound of skin slapping against skin. "Oh, how I'd love to take my time with you," Ev muttered. "But today isn't the day." He squeezed Harry's hip. "But I'll get us a three-day pass, yes?"
A choked moan tumbled past Harry's lips, and he tried to nod. "Yes—Yeah. Please."
Ev smirked at that reply. "I'll find a fine hotel in London—one that doesn't ask any questions—and then I'll have my way with you," he promised as he kept his grueling pace.
The lantern cast little light, but the way it fell over Harry's back made Ev's abdomen tighten. He loosened the grip he had on Harry's hair a bit, only now realizing that it may be uncomfortable for his navigator.
The desk rattled with each thrust, and the edge continued to dig into Harry's hips, but he didn't care. The way Ev was handling him right now clouded his mind, his senses going wild. He didn't even have enough awareness to feel embarrassed or ashamed.
He was bent over his navigator's desk in their fort, being fucked by his pilot. Any moment, a mechanic could walk past and see—or hear—them. And if someone did, Ev and Harry would get a blue ticket faster than they could say 'Bogey'.
Next time he'd have to sit at this very desk and focus; he knew he wouldn't be able to. How was he supposed to lead an entire group of B-17s while being haunted by the way Ev pounded him to shambles?
"Ev—" Harry moaned. "I'm close." He squeezed his eyes shut, hand reaching for his cock between his legs, but Ev beat him to it.
He swatted Harry's hand away. "No, no. Let me do it," he muttered. His rhythm faltered for a moment when his fingers wrapped around Harry's cock, but it didn't take long for him to gather himself again.
A broken sob tore from Harry's throat at the touch, and his thighs tensed. "F—Fuck," he cried, his forehead falling against the desk when Ev's hold on his hair loosened. "Please. Ev, please—"
"What do you want, hm?" Ev asked, his hand strokes matching the thrusts of his hips. "Tell me what you need. Come on."
"I want to come," Harry gasped, knees buckling again when he felt Ev hit that one spot. "Please. I need to come."
Ev clicked his tongue. "Atta boy." He quickened his thrusts, and seconds later, Harry tumbled over the edge, biting his lip so hard it almost drew blood. He pressed back against Ev's hips, too desperate for release.
Pleasure coursed through his veins, and he pressed his forehead harder against the desk, trying to ground himself. He could still feel Ev's thrust into him with sharp, measured movements, and it started to overstimulate him.
His body was shaking; his hands clawed at the table, their knuckles white. Tears were streaming down his face, dripping onto the desk. A few sobs escaped his lips, and that alone made Ev approach his climax faster than he wanted to.
Blindly, Harry's hands reached back, and Ev caught them without hesitation, lacing their fingers together. "You're so good for me," he praised as his rhythm started to falter, thrusts getting sloppier. He was chasing his own pleasure now.
He could feel his body tensing, vibrating with desire. His senses blurred, and then the tension in his abdomen snapped. "Fuck," Ev cursed, his hips stuttered as he squeezed his eyes closed. Harry's hand squeezed his, and Ev was on cloud nine. With one last thrust, he emptied himself into Harry.
Slowly but surely, the waves of pleasure subsided, and Ev had to steady himself on the desk to not collapse onto Harry.
The navigator's body was still lightly trembling as Ev pulled out. He searched for his scarf and started to clean Harry up with gentle movements.
Harry swallowed hard, throat dry and hoarse. He didn't even notice the cold air hitting his skin. He barely registered Ev moving behind him, touching him. Everything around him was muffled, his vision still blurry from the aftershock of his orgasm.
"Are you okay?" Ev whispered into Harry's ear, hands gentle against his body as he pulled Harry's pants up.
It took a few moments for Harry to realize that Ev was talking to him. Then he nodded. "Yes," came the croaked reply. "I'm—I'm okay." He blinked a few times until his vision turned sharp again. Then he moved his arms, trying to push himself up from the desk.
Immediately, Ev steadied him at his shoulders, slowly helping Harry up. Once Harry stood without threatening to fall over, Ev made sure to pull up his pants, buttoning them up for Harry as well.
"I'm so proud of you," Ev muttered before pulling Harry in for a brief kiss. It seemed so innocent compared to what they had just done only minutes ago. "My navigator, eh?" He couldn't help but smile against Harry's lips.
Harry replied with a chuckle, voice still husky. "Damn right. Your navigator."
And then, suddenly, a third voice spoke up. "You two finally done? Curfew's started and I wanna go to bed, for fuck's sake!"
Harry and Ev froze, staring at each other with wide eyes. What the hell was Red doing here? Or more importantly, how long had he been standing there? "I don't know what you mean," Ev called back, though uncertainty laced his voice.
They could hear Red snort. "Yeah, right. And I'm your mom. I'm not stupid. You both were louder than the engines at takeoff." Ev wanted to reply, but Red was faster. "Now, I frankly don't care when you fuck who, but don't abuse the forts for your… gymnastics."
At that, Harry couldn't help but chuckle. Ev huffed and rolled his eyes. "It won't happen again. I promise," he assured, his arm circling Harry's waist and pulling him flush against him. Harry’s breath hitched, and his hand shot out to steady himself against Ev’s chest.
"You better," Red threatened. "Because a B-17 that's fogging up like a goddamn greenhouse isn't very unsuspicious. You can be glad I found you and not one of the MPs." They could hear Red shift outside, probably planting his hands on his hips. "If you want a blue ticket, be my guest, but I won't stand in for you when Harding wants to know why you can't keep it in your pants!"
Ev rolled his eyes again. "I swear, this was the last time!"
Red gasped. "Does that mean—You know what? I don't want to know. I don't want to fucking know. You two had better get dressed now and leave this poor thing before I make you."
"We will," Harry now replied, fingers buttoning up the last of his shirt buttons. "We'll be right behind you, Red."
"I hope so. For your sakes," Red muttered under his breath before he stepped away to climb into his jeep.
Harry chuckled again, shaking his head. "We really should get going," he then said, looking at Ev again. "Otherwise, we might give him a heart attack."
Ev snorted and broke out in a grin. "Yeah, probably," he laughed. Then he pressed a brief kiss to Harry's lips before he placed his hand on his lower back to lead him toward the hatch. "After you," he muttered, reminding himself to take the lantern just before he followed Harry out of the fort.