Caught Napping

Caught Napping

Tucker struggled weakly against his bonds. 'Fuck, I should have seen this one coming,' he thought angrily, 'I shouldn’t have fallen asleep on watch duty… Again. Goddamn it…'

He turned his head to the side, listening for anything that might give him a clue as to where he was, and above all, where his captor was. All he could tell is he was handcuffed naked to a rock in one of the small caves at the edge of the canyon, and his feet were bound to the end on the rock, legs spread. His eyes had been blindfolded with a strip of what felt like silk. Probably stolen from Donut. Same with the handcuffs. Worse, he was embarrassingly aroused by the whole thing.

'This is so typical of me. I knew he want revenge for the time I did this to him, and what did I go and do? Fall asleep in the most obvious place possible!' Not that Tucker wouldn’t be very happy with a repeat of that event two weeks earlier, when he’d caught his lover asleep on the ridge and done something very similar. Only obviously that had been the other way around. 'Bastard.'

He froze in his struggling when he heard somebody coming towards him.

“Grif? I know you’re there. Let me out of these fucking handcuffs!”

Grif laughed from somewhere nearby. “No, I think I like you this way. And besides, I haven’t gotten you back for doing this to me yet. I’d say this was punishment, but knowing you you’d enjoy it.”

“Didn’t hear you complaining two weeks ago,” said Tucker snidely, “I believe everything that came out of your mouth was more along the lines of “Oh God, yes! Harder, Tucker, fuck me harder!” He let out a loud moan, ending with a mocking laugh.

Suddenly Grif was right next to him. “I’ll have you begging me to fuck you senseless by the end of this. And then I’ll make you scream. Just you wait.”

“That sounds like a challenge,” said Tucker, knowing how much Grif like to try and make him scream with pleasure, but Tucker loved to deny him, giving him no more than a moan or whimper. Tucker was surprisingly quiet during sex, preferring to force his partner to make as much noise as possible, in a pleasurable way or course, and had yet to find a partner he couldn’t make scream (even when he was the one bottoming). He had never begged during sex, demanded maybe, but never begged. And he wasn’t about to start now.

“If it pleases you,” said Grif hotly, and there was a soft rustle as he slowly began to remove his armour, making sure he took his time. Tucker lay completely motionless.

“You ready for this?”

“Always.”

Grif stalked over to Tucker and positioned himself above him, not touching. He gazed down at his lovers face, both of them wearing twin smirks.

“You are very cocky for a man handcuffed naked to a rock.”

“And you talk to much.”

“So I’ve been told.” He leant down and crushed their lips together in a passionate, hungry kiss. Most their kisses were like this, partly because they only got to see each other when they could both sneak away from their respective bases (And under the watchful eyes of Sarge and Church respectively, this wasn’t often), but mostly because it was in the nature of the two men for it to be that way.

Grif broke the kiss and lifted his hand to stroke the side of Tucker’s face. Tucker moved his head slightly towards the hand, seeking more contact than the small amount he was getting, but was denied. He snorted in annoyance as Grif moved his hand and continued to hover out of reach of anything Tucker could do.

“You are very pretty like this, you know,” said Grif, knowing full well that Tucker disliked being called ‘pretty’.

The other man growled softly. “I’m not a girl, you know. I consider myself to be rugged and handsome, not pretty. Jackass.”

Grif clicked his tongue. “That’s no way to talk to somebody with complete power over you.” Tucker felt him move away from him and made a frustrated noise. Tucker both loved and hated it when Grif got like this. But he was rather proud of the fact he was the only one who got to see this side of the orange private.

Suddenly, Grif was above him again. He began kissing and sucking on Tucker’s neck, causing the younger man to moan softly. He moved slowly downwards, using all his knowledge of Tucker’s body to make the other man achingly aroused very fast. Tucker bit his lip as Grif sucked and bit his nipples one after the other before moving ever so slowly downwards, towards Tucker’s impressive erection. When he finally reached it, he positioned his mouth above it for several seconds, so Tucker could feel his warm breath on the tip, before moving away to nibble on the inside of Tucker’s thighs. Tucker let out a groan of frustration.

“Just get on with it, would you?”

If Tucker hadn’t been blindfolded, he was almost certain he’d see Grif smirking at him. The red made no effort to speed up the process, and he was slowly driving Tucker insane.

Finally, after Grif could find no other, legitimate reason not to, he move above Tucker’s throbbing erection. By this point, Tucker was rock hard and wanted to cum desperately.

Grif smiled and licked a lazy trail along the underside of his lovers cock, causing him to arch his back and moan. He moved up to the tip and blew on it softly, making Tucker squirm in anticipation. Then he licked the tip, catching a salty drop of precum on his tongue, and then went down on him, letting as much as he could of his lovers cock into his mouth as possible. He licked and sucked mercilessly, wringing a string of soft, beautiful moans from his lover. God, he loved that sound.

He brought him closer and closer to the edge, but when he saw that Tucker was about ready to cum he pulled back. Tucker let out a confused and disappointed whimper, making his displeasure know in the form of a half-hearted struggle against his bonds. Grif laughed and waited several minutes before repeating the whole process. He did this for what must have been at least two hours (or so it seemed to Tucker), until Tucker could hardly stand it.

“Grif… Grif, please…”

Grif heard the soft voice of his lover, hardly more than a whisper, and grinned. “Please what?”

“I need to cum…”

“What to you want me to do?”

“You know very well what I want you to do,” Tucker bit back, annoyed.

Grif grinned devilishly, although Tucker couldn’t see it. “Oh, but I don’t. If you’re not going to tell me, I could just leave you here…”

“No!"

“Then what?”

“I need… Oh God,” Tucker murmured. He sighed inwardly before he threw his dignity out the window. “Fuck me, Grif. Please, fuck me now!”

Grif crawled back up so he was face to face with Tucker; triumphant in succeeding to make Tucker do something he’d never done with anyone. 'One down, one to go,' he thought happily.

He kissed Tucker passionately before leaning down to undo the cords tying Tucker’s feet to the rock. Tucker immediately spread his legs, and Grif reached down and grabbed a bottle of lube from next to the rock and positioned himself in between Tucker’s legs. A slight sloping of the rock made access easy, and Grif squeezed some lube onto his fingers and slowly pressed the tip of one finger into Tucker’s entrance. Tucker hissed and arched his back, trying to make Grif press in further. Grif obliged, adding a second finger and scissoring them inside the other man, brushing the prostate to make him moan. He added a third finger and was finger-fucking Tucker’s ass as he groaned wantonly below him. After a while he pulled out and positioned himself at the entrance to Tucker’s body, pushing in with deliberate slowness until he was buried to the hilt. Both men groaned. Grif decided that although he liked to torment Tucker, he wouldn’t make it last so long next time. Being inside Tucker felt far too good to put off for that long.

Grif leaned down and pressed his lips to Tucker’s in a kiss that was gentler but no less passionate than the others, and Tucker wrapped his legs firmly around Grif’s waist as he began to move. Slowly, he pulled out of his lover’s body, and then thrust quickly back in. Tucker’s breath caught in his throat as the trusts came faster and harder. He had to bite his lip to keep himself from crying out. He lost enough control by begging, and he wasn’t going to give Grif the pleasure of hearing his scream his release.

“Grif, undo my hands.”

Grif didn’t falter in his thrusts as he grabbed he key from next to Tucker’s head and unlocked the handcuffs. Tucker’s hand flew to Grif shoulders as the orange private pounded deep into him, hard enough so he’d probably still be feeling it the next day. Grif reached up and pulled off Tucker’s blindfold and stared deeply into the younger man’s dark eyes with his own light hazel ones. He could tell Tucker was close, and so was he. He reached down and fisted Tucker’s erection.

It only took three good pumps for Tucker to lose control. He came with a loud cry, which made Grif’s heart soar to hear, sending ribbons of cum over both their stomachs. Grif followed him quickly over the edge, cumming deep inside his lover’s body. They lay panting for several minutes, still connected, until Grif kissed Tucker tenderly and pulled out.

Tucker shivered at the loss of body heat until Grif picked him up bridal style, with very little difficulty, because Tucker was smaller and weighed less than Grif did, and carried him away from the rock. Usually, Tucker would have been annoyed at being carried like this, and for having cried out, but now he just didn’t care. He wrapped his arms around Grif’s neck and glanced around the cave. It was small and well aerated with nice natural light (it was dark outside, but the moon was full as usual). Apart from the ropes and stuff on the rock, which were obviously not really permanent and had only been done within the past few days, there was a table with chairs and a couch, and a blow up bed in one corner. Grif headed for the bed.

“You’ve been planning this for a while, haven’t you?” Tucker murmured into Grif’s neck.

“I figured we need a better spot to spend time together, rather than just hiding behind a rock,” replied Grif, “We almost got busted on like three separate occasions.”

“You know, everyone else thinks you’re lazy. But you’re not. You’re just unmotivated about most things.”

Grif smiled and kissed him. “You motivate me.”

“Glad to hear it.”

Grif set him down on the bed, where he just lay there, exhausted. The orange private cleaned them both up with a damp cloth and lay down against Tucker’s back, covering them both with a rug and pulling the younger man against his chest, stroking his hair. Tucker closed his eyes.

“Shouldn’t we get back to our bases?” he asked quietly.

“No, it’s the middle of the night. They won’t notice we’re gone for at least six hours.”

“They probably wouldn’t notice even if it was the middle of the day, unless they wanted us to do something,” said Tucker, his voice betraying no bitterness, but Grif knew him too well. He tightened his arms around his lover. The fact that both men were ignore and mistreated by the other members of their respective teams was one of the things that had brought them together in the first place.

He kissed the back of Tucker’s neck. “I love you,” he said softly, finally able to say what he’d wanted to for quite a while.

Tucker took a moment to answer. There was a third thing he’d never done for a lover, which Grif didn’t know about; fall in love. But he knew beyond doubt that he’d fallen for Grif. However, it was admitting that that was the hard part. But, as he’d already done two things that he’d never allowed himself to do before, what does a third matter? He made his decision.

“I love you too.”

Grif smiled and hugged him tight, and soon both men were fast asleep in each other’s arms.

Fin.