Games

This fic is the companion to a slightly earlier fic of mine, Caught napping. It's not necessary to read that one first.

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Games

It was an unusually cool day in Blood Gulch (meaning it was about ten degrees down from it’s usual forty degrees Celsius), and Tucker was walking carelessly along the edge of the canyon, not even having bothered to put his armour on, when he spotted something that made an incredibly devious smirk cross his face. If the subject of his attention had seen the expression he would have run for the hills.

Beneath a rock, hidden from view if you were standing anywhere other than where Tucker was, fast asleep, lay a man in orange armour.

Tucker cheered silently. It wasn’t often he got his lover completely unawares, especially in such a secluded spot. Making sure Grif wasn’t going to wake up anytime soon, he dashed back to his base to find what he needed.

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Grif was used to waking up in odd places, due to being a heavy sleeper with the tendency to sleepwalk, but he defiantly was not expecting to wake up naked and bound to a large tree with his hands above his head. Glancing around in shock, he was only partially relieved to see he was out of view of both bases and the majority of the canyon.

“Don’t worry, nobody can see us,” said a voice to his left. Grif whipped his head around to see the smirking form of his lover sitting on a rock, fully clothed.

“You asshole! Let me down from here!”

Tucker just continued smirking at him, hopping down from the rock and sauntering towards him with the air of a deadly predator stalking helpless prey. Grif gulped, feeling himself growing hard. He knew this was another of Tucker’s games. Tucker liked games, and Grif liked that Tucker liked games. He liked that very much.

But he didn’t like the idea of being caught enjoying one of Tucker’s games.

“Idiot! Anybody could walk up here!”

Tucker waved his hand. “Nobody comes up here except us.” His grin turned feral. “Besides, I like you tied there. Completely helpless.”

“You realise that as soon as I get down from here I’m going to kick your ass.”

“No, you like my ass far too much for that.”

Grif opened and closed his mouth a few times, searching for a good comeback. Unfortunately, being tied naked to a tree with a raging hard-on was making it difficult to think.

“You know, you look far too fuckable up there. So eager for my attention. It’s been far too long.” Grif could only agree with him, despite the fact it had only been to days since they’d last met up. In a place like Blood Gulch, two days was a long time, especially for two excessively horny men in their twenties.

“Just fuck me already,” he said, torn between annoyance and extreme arousal.

Tucker snickered, then leaned forward and kissed the older man hungrily. Grif responded with a low moan and deepened the kiss. Tucker accepted Grif’s tongue in his mouth with a soft whine before pulling back.

Grif panted slightly and fixed his gaze on his lover. The younger man sucked lightly at his collarbone, making him moan louder, moving slowly downwards towards Grif’s erection. When he reached it, he ignored it completely and moved back up, playing with him, touching every part of him and making him moan louder and louder, but never touching the thing Grif wanted him to touch most.

“For God’s sake…” he muttered between groans, “Can’t you just…”

“Not yet.” Grif growled in irritation.

Suddenly, a tube of lubricant appeared in Tucker’s hand. He bent down and undid the ropes around Grif’s left ankle, spreading his legs before retying him securely. Then, he squirted a small amount of lube onto his fingers and rubbed them together to warm them. Reaching down, he pressed one finger slowly into his lover’s body.

Grif gasped at the invasion, arching his back in an attempt to gain some much-needed friction against his throbbing erection, but Tucker was careful to stand just far enough away. He cursed his lover’s cruelty. The younger man was relentless, adding more fingers and thrusting them in and out, but not giving in until the other man was begging shamelessly, pleading with him to let him cum.

Finally, Tucker threw his lover a smirk and backed away, removing him fingers, and then began to undress himself, slowly. Grif would have taken the opportunity to just enjoy the show, but he was finding it a little difficult to concentrate on anything. When he was finally clothesless (and sporting an erection just as hard as Grif’s own, as the orange private was pleased to note), he quickly untied Grif’s ankles and wrapped his legs around his lean waist, taking most of his weight (Grif had been tied in a way that allowed him to keep most of his weight on his feet rather than on his wrists, but now it wouldn’t be longer before the position would cause him pain), before slowly sliding into his lovers body with a sigh.

He began moving out slowly, before thrusting back in quickly and striking the prostate, causing the older man to stifle a cry of pleasure.

“Feel free to be as vocal as you want,” Tucker teased, knowing how loud his lover could be. They were complete opposites in that sense, as well as in how much they cared about getting caught. Usually, neither man would care if somebody walked in on them, but Grif knew that this situation was a bit different, being in the middle of a war and on different teams, but Tucker still didn’t care. Damn him.

Grif groaned as Tucker thrust into him again, harder than before. The thrusts came faster and harder, each rubbing against Grif’s prostate, making him and cry out loudly. Tucker grinned and captured his lips in a deep kiss.

Suddenly, Tucker’s thrusts slowed slightly and he cocked his head to the side, listening. Grif looked questioningly as his lover, who, still thrusting, turned back to him with a very evil smirk. Then Grif heard what the younger man had heard several seconds before him, the sound of approaching footsteps. Right as Tucker delivered a particularly hard thrust which made him gasp and stifle a moan.

“Stop… Somebody is-.” Tucker cut him off with another thrust.

“They won’t hear you if you’re quiet,” he said devilishly. Grif cursed.

“I hate you,” he said, as Tucker quickened the pace and he was having incredible difficulty keeping silent through the haze of pleasure.

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Simmons, Donut and Sarge were sneaking towards where the blue base was situated at the other end of the canyon, to plan an attack on said base, when Simmons stopped suddenly.

“Did you hear something?”

“No,” replied Sarge, “Did you?”

“Must have been the wind.”

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Tucker continued to thrust as he reached in between them and grabbed Grif’s erection, pumping it in his fist. Three pumps were all it took for Grif to cum, stifling his hoarse scream of pleasure by biting Tucker’s shoulder, marking him. Tucker moaned softly and thrust a few more times before cumming deep in his lover’s body. Neither man moved for several seconds, just stood (or hung) there, panting.

Tucker undid Grif’s wrists, and both of them slid to the ground and lay in each other’s arms, spent.

“I’m so going to get you back for this,” muttered Grif against the back of Tucker’s shoulder.

“I know,” came the tired reply. Grif smiled softly, thinking of all the ways he could get revenge on his decidedly evil lover.

It was going to be very, very fun.