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“It’s been a while since it's just been us two, ay?”
“I suppose it has.”
The silence trudged through the air, heavy with unspoken thoughts.
The Prussian inched his hand closer towards the French’s, heart fluttering when he doesn't pull back.
“Alois, I-... I cannot keep this to myself any longer.”
The Prussian gently traced circles upon the surgeon’s hand, looking down at the floorboards of the church beneath them. “I crave your presence more than that of any woman, of anyone else to stand beside me.. I need you, really need you.”
“...Conrad-”
“Forget about this if you want.. I’ll just continue to pretend.” He felt ashamed, sickly and afraid. Afraid that he would lose his one guiding light in this city full of walking corpses. He would be left bare if Alois were to ever disappear from his life.
“That’ll at least get my heart to stop hoping, to stop-”
“Conrad, Stop.”
Before the gemeiner could finish, Alois took his hand, clasping onto it like a lifeline. He brought the gloved hand up to his cheek, gently pressing kisses up his wrist. The sight alone was enough to make Conrad’s heart race twice as fast.
“You know much better than to doubt yourself. I taught you that, hadn’t I? I was wondering when you’d pick up on my antiques.” The bluecoat whispered against Conrad’s hand, grinning softly.
“..I- I don't understand,” He murmured, watching the surgeon’s fingers carefully trace the seams of his glove. His fingers dipped under, squirming beneath the cloth, stroking his palm.
The Prussian’s face bloomed a bright red, eyes unable to tear away from the man whom he adored most. The surgeon’s fingers continued to stroke his palm, fingers burrowing further. The man moved closer, nestling his knee in between Conrad’s thighs.
“Alois, this is quite..”
“Do you understand?” Conrad stared at Alois, dumbfounded. The man in front of him lowered his head, teeth clamping around the cuff of his glove, slowly drawing the fabric back, gently placing the glove on the ground beside them.
“I find it quite enjoyable when you’re all worked up.” Alois pressed yet another kiss against Conrad’s bare wrist, his gaze devouring every reaction that was displayed. “But it would be inappropriate to start here.” The French man dragged a hand down between the latter’s legs, gently cupping the area.
“Unless…?”
Conrad inhaled sharply, breath hitching. Almost immediately, he clamped his thighs together on instinct followed by a sweet melody slipping past his lips.
Alois paused, staring blankly. The ranker turned his head away in shame, his cheeks a brighter hue of red. He had hit on a woman before, long in the past but it had never felt like this- never knew what it was like to be the one receiving it.
“Someone might-.. hear us.” He let out a breathy whisper, shuddering as the hand that lay on top of his crotch shifted. He thinned his lips, not daring to make eye contact with the surgeon.
An awkward pause stretched on for what seemed like eternity before ending abruptly with a chuckle that only got louder.
“Haaa. Conrad, it seems you were the one who wished for this to happen, was it not?” Alois began to palm Conrad’s erection, writhing the tiniest whimpers out of his friend.
Conrad was guided onto his back by a hand firmly pressing against his chest, his legs constantly moving and adjusting, thighs rubbing together. The surgeon bit his own lip, thoroughly enjoying the sight of the man squirming beneath him. He let out a groan, his own erection tenting in his pants.
“A-Alois-... I’m.. Not used to this,” The ranker brought a hand up to his mouth, biting down harshly on a pip, letting his eyes flutter shut. He breathed heavily, a tight heat pooling in his stomach. The contact sent shocks throughout his body, sparking a restless need for more.
Alois pulled his hand back, gesturing for Conrad to spread his legs wider by lightly tapping his knees.
The mess of a man he was, face flushed, panting and skittish. He had never seen a sight no closer to a dream, something that he had hoped for to happen ever since he first entered the tent with a nasty wound on his waist. He had felt an urge, a deep embedded desire to become someone important to him beyond military ranks. At first, perhaps he needed relief but now he wanted all of him. From his shy laughs down to every last little quirk, he wanted to be the one to be there for everything.
“Alois.”
In this moment, he wanted the man moaning his name, to squirm and writhe in ecstasy beneath him–
“Alois?”
The ranker sat up, his face a mix of worry and guilt. “You don't have to do this if you don't want to, Alois. It… It won't be right if I'm the only one enjoying it.”
Alois paused, realising how badly he was shaking. The sexual tension in the room vanished within an instant, replaced with a dense atmosphere. Conrad shuffled backwards, avoiding eye contact. He seemed to be already falling out of his grasp.
“I…”
“I’ve needed you just as badly, Conrad.”
The surgeon took a deep breath, closing the gap between the two, his voice tender and touch soft. “I’ve longed for you since the moment you ran up to me, begging me for drawing lessons.” His hand caressed the Prussian’s cheek, thumb rubbing back and forth. “And right now, all I can think of is you finally embracing me,” He leaned in, forehead resting against Conrad’s, eyes resting.
“For I've won my war against patience.” The surgeon whispered, barely audible, losing himself in the latter’s brown eyes. He let his gaze trickle down to Conrad’s lips, moving his thumb to graze against the skin.
No more words were exchanged between the two, only the shared breath as Conrad leaned closer, pressing his lips softly against Alois’s.
The kiss wasn't intense nor as lustful as the mood had been moments prior. It was a sensation alike to being chin-deep in water. It was comforting yet It was so selfish; to want someone all to himself, a greed so suffocating, so agonising to swallow. His worries, hatred and fear seemed to drift away whenever he was with this man, swept away by determination.
Alois’s warmth was everything Conrad had ever needed, everything he had ever craved. He never once knew how refreshing, how liberating it felt to know that the man had finally loved him back.
“Please, Conrad,” The French man’s voice shook. “Say you’ll never forget this moment, promise me.”
“I won't, I’ll hold this in my heart for eternity, Alois. No words can describe how happy I am to finally love you freely.”
Alois leaned back in, pressing his lips against Conrad’s once more, hands running up and down his torso before moving to unbutton his coat, lifting up his tunic, the burning drive of desire tearing through the room once more. The surgeon’s hands proceeded, tracing the scar of an old gash he had treated a long while ago; reminiscent of their earliest memories together.
Alois rested his hands on Conrad’s waist, fingers hooking onto the waistband of his trousers. He gave it a tug, letting the half erect cock present itself. He ran his fingers down the side of Conrad's waist before letting them curve down the mess of brown hair trailing to the shaft. As his fingers wrapped around the base, he dipped his head down, lips grazing over the tip.
Conrad let out a wobbly sigh in a failing attempt to keep his breathing slow. The ranker gasped at the sudden feeling of his tip being enveloped in a tight heat, sinking further and further down as Alois descended on his length.
He threw his head back, wiping drool off his mouth with the back of his bare hand. The other hand gradually found its way to hold onto the dark locks of the man between his legs, grasping onto the fluffy hair with desperation.
“A-Alois.. God- Don't s-stop.”
The surgeon let out the occasional grunt or groan, his head bobbing faster. He was getting dizzy, whether that be from the constant movement or Conrad’s delectable whimpers. He pulled off entirely, grinning smugly at the Ranker, his cock pressed against his cheek.
“You're driving me mad, Conrad.”
Each time the ranker had called his name in that whiny tone, he swore he could feel himself needing more of it.
“Don't look at me like th- aHh..”
Conrad cut his sentence short with a moan as Alois drew a long strip from his shaft to the tip with his tongue, fingers now fondling over his balls. He was once again enveloped in a wet heat, a shiver crept down his spine, followed by his breathless gasps for air. The man persisted, taking Conrad down even further to the point where his nose pressed against pubic hair.
“I’m-.. close,” The Prussian stammered in between grunts, his voice cracking. “Please, please, please- please don't stop, not now”
Alois sucked hard, the harsh musk of the soldier infiltrated his nose, yet he paid it no mind. He let his own erection spring free, rubbing pre-cum over his length. Conrad’s begs had only fuelled his desire for the man. He let his teeth scrape ever so slightly over Conrad’s cock, triggering a loud whine from the ranker, his body convulsing as a shot of hot substance flooded his mouth.
The surgeon bobbed his head a couple more times before pulling off with a wet pop and spat the substance out. His love was panting heavily, hair stuck to his forehead with beaded sweat. He swallowed the remaining liquid in his mouth, licking his lips clean.
“Are you alright, Conrad? I wasn't being too rough, was I?”
“I’m.. I’m alright.”
He wiped the remaining drool off of his mouth, catching his breath. He eyed Alois’s still hard cock, looking regretful.
“Let me help?”
“Be my guest.”
Conrad climbed into Alois’s lap, wrapping his hand around his length, pumping it slowly. Alois let out a stiff groan, furrowing his brows. Someone else's touch seemed so much more arousing than when he masturbated himself. Or perhaps it had more to do with the person. Conrad used his other hand to map out Alois’s body down to every curve and every muscle.
He let his hand rest above the surgeon’s chest, giving it a slight squeeze as he continued his slow pacing.
“Faster-.. Go faster, Conrad. Please.”
The French man bucked his hips, resting his head in the crook of Conrad’s neck, arms wrapping around his waist, panting like a dog. He was going insane from the lack of acceleration, the slow, purposeful pumps sending shivers down his back. Conrad worked his hands, one keeping Alois busy whilst he unbuttoned his coat with the other. He pressed a firm kiss against his cheek, grinning warmly.
Conrad’s hand twisted slightly whenever he reached the shaft and once again at the top in the opposite direction, speeding up his pace in small bursts before slowing once more.
“Mnnh—”
Alois wrapped his arms around Conrad tighter; running up his body, grunting harder. His teeth clamped around the pale skin on the ranker’s neck, suckling on it through hissed breathing.
At last, Conrad had reached a swift, steady pace, wrecking Alois's previous confidence into a melting mess of groans and mumbled pleas. His body convulsed before releasing, the sticky fluids covering both their stomachs and his hand.
The two lay there atop each other, a bare chest pressed against another, steadying their breaths and staring longingly into each other's eyes. The Prussian was the first to falter, avoiding his stare with an awkward smile. Alois looked rather pleased with the marks he'd left on Conrad’s neck. Though, as much as he wished, he could only hope they'd be covered up by his collar.
“Do you think they would believe us if we said we accidentally locked ourselves in this room while ringing the bell?” The surgeon let out a laugh, brushing a stray strand of hair behind Conrad’s ear.
“Ah, we should be getting back soon… we wouldn't want to worry our Commanders, right?”
His response was a reluctant grunt followed by a long peck on the corner of his mouth. Conrad let out a quiet giggle, getting off of Alois and regaining his balance. He reached for his clothes, yanking them on hurriedly. He was stopped by the Frenchie, having to endure his coat being buttoned up by his shirtless lover. Alois straightened the collar, the fabric just barely covering up the countless hickeys. He let out a wince.
“Sorry about that, I can bandage it later if you want.”
“You know well that it was my fault, Alois!” Conrad snickered, handing him his blue coat. He retrieved his glove, shoving it into his pocket.
The two made their way back to camp, giving a decent excuse for their prolonged journey to the church and back. Conrad held Alois’s hand tightly, reluctant to part ways to their allotted spaces. He looked up, certain that someone would come to save them soon.
“Sleep well, Alois.”
“I’ll always be here to look after you, I promise. May tomorrow be the brightest we’ve seen.”
He let his hand slip out of Alois’s, tipping his shako towards the man, watching him make his way towards the Surgeons’ tent. He let go of the breath he had held, he too, turning back towards his comrades.