Active Duty: Gay Military Erotic Romance (14 page)

“We don’t want to be here when they get back,” Alec said. “If what he said is true, then right now he’s the only one watching us. Tomorrow morning when he brings breakfast, I say we tackle him and get out of here.”

“Where would we go? We don’t even know where we are.”

“I’ve spent a lot of time in this country. Get me outside and I’ll figure it out.”

“Do you think the old guy sleeps here?” I asked.

He shook his head. “He goes down to the village. But there’s no way out of here. Believe me, I’ve tried.”

“That wasn’t what I was thinking of.”

He looked at me. There was just enough light left in the room that I could see a glimmer in his eyes. “Oh,” he said.

“Yeah. Oh.” I scooted over next to him. “We need to get some sleep if we’re going to break out of here tomorrow. But it’s going to be a long time until dawn. You think we could…”

His mouth was on mine before I could finish the sentence. We kissed with a wild passion, pressing our faces together as if we could merge into one being. I reached down and pulled up the tails of his T-shirt, and he backed away from me long enough to get it off. I did the same thing with my own, unbuckling my pants with frenzied fingers.

It was cooling in the cell, but I was so desperate to get naked I didn’t care. I had to struggle with my boots; Alec had a head start because I’d already removed one of his earlier. So he was naked first and launched himself at me while my pants were clustered around one ankle.

We couldn’t wait. His mouth was on my nipple, and I arched my head back in ecstasy, running my fingers through his short hair. I reached down to find one of his nipples with my fingers, and he squirmed as I squeezed hard with my nails.

I pulled back and wriggled around beneath him. “Watch your ankle,” I said.

“Fuck my ankle.”

“I’d rather fuck your mouth,” I said, positioning myself so we were both dick to lips. I took in as much of his as I could, but he was long and thick and I started to choke almost immediately.

He did a better job with me, and I began to mimic his actions. Licking his dick up and down like a lollypop, then teasing the
head with my tongue, only taking him in my mouth when I felt good and ready.

He started humping his ass up and down, pushing into my mouth farther and farther, and then he erupted down my throat. I tried to swallow but ended up choking again. He pulled back. “Are you all right?”

“Don’t stop,” I pleaded, between coughs. “Jesus, don’t stop.”

He went down on me again, and stuck a finger roughly up my ass, and my gonads exploded. He was a better man than I was; he swallowed every drop.

Then he slumped down next to me on his right side. “That was crazy,” he said.

“My first time,” I said.

“No shit?”

“Well, my first time with a fellow soldier on a dirt floor in a holding cell,” I said.

He flicked his index finger at my softening dick.

I pulled back. “Ow!”

He laughed. “We’d better get some sleep,” he said.

“It’s getting cold in here. Do you cuddle?”

He looked at me, and laughed. “Hell, yes,” he said. “Scoot around.”

I turned so that my head was beside his, and shifted to one side. He put his arm around me and pulled me close, his dick rested against the firm globes of my ass. I draped our clothes over our naked bodies. Then he was asleep, and so was I.

The sound of him pissing in the bucket in the corner woke me a couple of hours later. “Sorry,” he said.

I stood up next to him and aimed at the bucket. There was something weirdly erotic about being naked beside him, our streams merging. “As long as we’re awake, we should work out a plan,” he said.

“I was thinking. When the old man put the food down on the floor last night, I had a clear shot at his neck. I could probably knock him out.”

“We need better than probably.”

“I studied some karate when I was a kid,” I said. “My dad thought it would toughen me up. I can do it.”

“If you can get him down, we can lock him here in the cell and then get out of here,” Alec said.

The temperature had dropped rapidly during the night, and it was cold. We both pulled our clothes back on, then cuddled back together. When I woke again a thin stream of weak light filtered in through the crack at the ceiling. I yawned and sat up.

“About last night,” Alec said.

I looked at him. Was he going to tell me that our frenzied sex had been a big mistake? He was gorgeous, after all. He could have his pick of men, military or civilian. I was sure he didn’t want to get tied up in any kind of relationship. But I tried to play it light. “You mean you had the same dream I did?”

He laughed. “I’m usually not such a bastard,” he said. “And I don’t usually get off so fast, or choke a guy.”

So he wasn’t rationalizing away the night before? “I’m tough,” I said, keeping up my facade. “I can take it.”

“I can see that,” he said. “If we do manage to get out of here, we’re going to have to rely on each other. I want you to know you can count on me. That I’m not some selfish dipshit.”

“You weren’t selfish last night,” I said. If he was going to be honest, so was I. “You were hot and sexy and those few minutes were some of the best I’ve ever had.”

“I don’t know if I should be flattered, or sad for you.”

“Be flattered. I’ve had good sex and bad sex and great sex, and I know the difference. Last night was great.”

“It was pretty hot,” he admitted. “I didn’t screw around
much in college, and after I got into the Army the only chances I had were on R&R, and most of the guys I met didn’t really do it for me. But there’s something about you—or you and me together.” He looked down at the dirt floor. “I don’t know how to explain it.”

He didn’t get a chance to, because the door swung open and the old man stepped in, carrying more fresh bread. When his head was bowed in front of me, I clasped my hands together and slammed them against his neck. He fell to the ground and Alec scrambled to his feet. I heard him wince once as he must have landed on his bad ankle, but that was it.

I pushed the man to the side and picked up the bread he had been carrying. Alec stood at the doorway to our cell and looked out. “Looks clear,” he said, and stepped into the schoolroom. I was right behind him, stopping to close and lock the cell door behind me.

The room was as I remembered it—dirt floor, boarded-up windows, a pile of broken furniture in the corner. Early-morning daylight sifted in through the front door, which the old man had left ajar.

Alec grabbed a long piece of wood that looked like it had been the leg of a desk and used it as a crutch. I picked up another piece with a sharpened edge. We paused again at the front door. A rosy dawn was rising over the valley. Smoke from what I thought was a communal oven in the village lifted skyward in a thin plume. I couldn’t see anyone moving there.

I closed the door behind me and we started down the winding path, Alec in the lead. We gobbled the bread as we walked. He was using the table leg as a makeshift cane, but he was able to move fast enough that I had to hustle to keep up with him. We went down the curving path, then cut away from the town, toward the north.

“I recognize this country,” Alec said after a couple of minutes. “We’re in the northeast, and the border with Tajikistan is that way.”

“You think it’s better to go that way than to try for one of the bases?”

“The closest is Bagram, outside Kabul. Long way to go, though, and it’s on the other side of those mountains.” He pointed south. “The countryside between here and the Tajik border is flatter and as long as we run parallel to that road down there, but out of sight, we should be able to make it in three days’ march.”

“Can you walk that far?”

“Going to have to.”

We trudged along all morning, making our way through a rift in the mountains. We saw no one and heard nothing more than the sound of the wind rolling through the mountains. I spotted the extravagantly twisted horns of a wild goat across a valley from us, its brown body blending with the landscape as it scrambled up the rocky slope.

“That’s an ibex, isn’t it?” I asked, pointing. “Look at that long beard.”

Alec shook his head “That’s a markhor. They both have beards, but the horns of the ibex curve up like a crescent moon. The markhor’s look more like a unicorn’s horn.”

“I wouldn’t want to meet either of them up here.”

“They’re not the ones to worry about. There are nine species of wildcats in these mountains,” Alec said. “But they’re all nocturnal hunters, so with luck, we won’t run across any of them. Snow leopards and black bears, too.”

Alec and I took off our jackets and tied them around our waists when the sun got hot. A couple of eagles soared on the thermals above us. My throat began to parch, and I wished
we’d been able to provision ourselves before our escape.

Alec stopped. “Listen.”

All I heard was the wind creeping around the base of the mountain.

“Sounds like water,” he said. “Over that way.”

He picked up the pace, climbing around a rock formation. Below us we saw a small mountain lake surrounded by trees. A falcon that had been drinking from the water’s edge rose up as we picked our way through the rocky scree. As we moved out of our cover and into the open we both scanned the area around us, but we were alone.

When we got close, I realized that the trees around the lake were a mix of olive, apricot and pomegranates. Alec lowered himself carefully to the ground, and leaned down to the lake to drink. I kept watch while he did, grabbing one of the red low-hanging globes. The apricots were tiny and unripe, but the pomegranates looked as good as any in a U.S. grocery.

When Alec sat up, I leaned down to drink myself. The water was cool and fresh and went a long way toward slaking my thirst. “You know your way around out here,” I said, wiping the water from my mouth.

“Had to. Memorized the maps and potable water for most of the area.”

The sun was directly overhead by then, and the basin around the lake was steaming hot. “Let’s take cover in the shade,” he said. “Give the heat a chance to burn off. Then we’ll head out again when it cools down.”

“Sounds good to me.” I stood up and pulled down a couple more pomegranates, tossing them to Alec on the ground. Then I pulled the file out of my shoe and sliced into the dark red skin, letting the juice dribble into my mouth as I gobbled the ruby-colored seeds. I handed the file to Alec and he did the same.

We devoured the fruit until we were full and covered with berry stains. “Think it’s safe to clean up in the lake?” I asked.

He looked around. “Can’t hear anyone out there. And no one lives anywhere around this area.”

“That’s all I needed to hear,” I said. I pulled off my red-stained T-shirt, exposing my sweaty flesh to the sun. When I looked at Alec he was staring at me.

“What?”

“You look even better in the daylight.”

“Yeah, well, how’s about reciprocating?” I said, as I leaned down to tug off my boots. When I looked up again, Alec had shed his boots and his T-shirt and was unbuttoning his pants. His chest was a wonder, his pecs big and beefy, his six-pack glistening with a sheen of sweat. As he shagged his pants down I got a tantalizing view of his waist, the way his lower ribs curved inward, his belly button flecked with a couple of blond hairs.

He was gorgeous, a beefy David come to life in Army-issued boxers. He peeled the bandages off his hands and looked at them. “Not bad,” he said. “Healing.”

I scrambled out of my pants and boxers, my dick already stiff and banging up against my belly. He turned before I could get a good view of his dick in daylight, showing me the plump globes of his ass, a few shades paler than the rest of his body. He waded gingerly into the lake, and when he got waist deep he dove under the surface.

I followed him in. The lake water was cool but not cold, warmed by the hot sun. He popped up beside me, shaking water from his smooth skin like a happy puppy dog. He pushed me backward, and I went into the water, and then the two of us were frolicking around together. We swam apart, then together, each trying to dunk the other.

For a couple of minutes we forgot that we were escaped
prisoners in the middle of a war zone. We were just two horny naked guys playing around in a sparkling mountain lake.

But all good things must end. After a half hour or so of play, I returned to shore, grabbed Alec’s T-shirt and boxers and my own, and rinsed them out in the water, then lay them out in the sun to dry.

I relaxed in the shallow water by the shore, my body half-submerged, and Alec stood up and began walking toward me. His dick was everything I remembered it to be and more. It was long and firm, with a thick mushroom head.

I stood up in front of him. He had about two inches in height on me, but that didn’t make a difference; he just spread his legs a little wider and we were at the same level. He wrapped his rough hands around me, playing with the fine dusting of dark hair over my ass. “I like a hairy guy,” he said into my neck.

“And I like my men smooth,” I said. “Seems like we’re a good match.”