FicWad

A/N: So I wasn't expecting to be able to have this chapter done by today, but I somehow managed it. Not sure how, but voila, it's here. I guess it's possible to get a chapter done in a few hours. :P Enjoy~

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Chapter 4

Ryan’s POV

Days passed and I hadn’t seen Lieutenant Sexy. He wasn’t the one in charge of our squad anymore. Now it was Sergeant Beckett. He gave me a new name. Private Rebel. I’m not sure if I liked that, to be honest. It wasn’t really my fault that I never knew when to respond to questions! It also wasn—Okay, so it was my fault that I never understood how to do anything he asked of us. BUT STILL.

He came in one day in the morning after waking us up with a pile of magazines. He went to the first bunk, “Playboy, Escort, or Only Girls?” the private responded and got a magazine. I was confused by what was going on. He came to my bunk and asked the same question and I shook my head. He stared at me, “I know you men are sexually deprived and you’re refusing a magazine that will help you with that?”

I bit my lip and slowly nodded, “Sir, yes, sir,” I looked him in the face as he held up a picture of a naked girl. I shook my head, “Sir, I don’t want one, sir,” so he folded it back up, shrugged, and kept going. I groaned and put my face in my pillow. I couldn’t get the image of that naked woman out of my head. I didn’t need to see that.

My bunk mate jumped down from his bunk and looked at me, “You mean to tell me you don’t masturbate?” he asked in an amused expression, “Come on, we’re all men here. We see each other naked and you don’t masturbate?” he grinned, crossing his arms over his chest.

Now that was an awkward question. I wasn’t entirely sure how to answer it. I could just say no and have him laugh at me and not believe me. Or I could say that I do, but I don’t need to look at naked women to do it. But I was really bad at lying, so that was probably out of the question.

He took my long silence to mean the former, so he started laughing. In fact, he fell to the ground in laughter, obviously unable to contain himself. I’d rather them think I didn’t masturbate than to be dishonorably discharged from the army and sent back to my parents for being gay… and away from Lieutenant Sexy.

His nonstop laughter made my face turn red because everyone was coming over, asking what was going on. All he could do was point and yell, “HE DOESN’T MASTURBATE!” causing everyone to laugh at me. Almost everyone was on the floor. I climbed back under my covers and curled into a ball.

From under the covers, all I could hear was a door open and then Lieutenant Sexy’s voice, “WHAT’S GOING ON HERE?” it boomed through the entire barracks. Everyone stood in front of their bunks, but I didn’t want to move. I just wanted to pretend that I didn’t exist. So what if I didn’t masturbate? What’s so wrong with that anyway? I mean, I do, but I couldn’t tell them that I imagined guys. Because of the whole ‘Don’t ask, Don’t tell’ thing.

I heard footsteps walking through the barracks until they stopped and I heard them walk up to me. I felt a hand shake my arm. I slowly moved the covers from my face and looked up at him, “Private Pretty Boy, what’s wrong?” I just shook my head, “Private Pretty Boy, I’m talking to you! You will address me when I speak to you!”

I gulped, remembering that he had to be mean to me, “Sir, I’m sorry. They were making fun of me, sir!” my voice was weak and I felt stupid for yelling that.

“For what, private?”

“Sir, for not taking a sexy magazine, sir.”

He walked away, grabbed a magazine from off the top of the pile and went over to me and tossed it onto the bed, “Then take a magazine. These magazines are meant for the soldiers to not be so sexually deprived on the field. So take one, Pretty Boy, and you’ll feel better,” he walked off.

I wanted to cry. I didn’t want a magazine. I didn’t want to look at the women in it. They were all disgusting and so… open. I wanted to look at Lieutenant Sexy. I wanted to think about him, not this naked women. I slowly climbed out of bed and stood in front of the bunk with the other soldiers.

“Now, ladies,” he began, walking down the aisle, “Obama is trying to repeal the Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell policy. Now, if that works out, do you know what that means?” he stopped and turned to all of us, “That means that if one of you is a homosexual, the rest cannot discriminate against them. Further rules will be instilled once it passes. As such, these magazines will now be available with men and not just women for those of you who prefer that kind of thing.”

“FUCK THE FAGGOTS!” came the voice of the bunkmate next to me. Great, I was bunking with a homophobic asshole. This was just perfect, especially when I thought, in the beginning, he could have been a nice guy. As soon as he finds out that I’m gay, it’ll be the end of me.

I watched as Lieutenant Sexy quickly made his way over to him, standing straight in front of me, “Excuse me, Private Nicholas, did you just speak out of turn?” he asked in a frighteningly threatening voice. There was a long silence before he growled, “Did I stutter, Nicholas?”

“Sir, no, sir!” he yelled in fear. I could tell he was about to piss his pants, “Sir, I’m sorry, sir!”

Lieutenant Sexy took a step back, “Drop and give me a hundred, maggot,” and he walked away. He looked at each and every one of us, “Once that policy gets repealed, you better hope to God that those of you that are homophobic get over your fears because life’s about to get a whole lot more different,” and, with that, he walked out.

I looked down at Private Nicholas and I hesitated before I kneeled down and whispered, “I’d watch that mouth around here, asshole,” I got up and grabbed my clothes before I headed toward the head. I went to the showers and stripped. I turned it on and let the water drizzle over me. I heard as others were coming in. I heard a lot of people talking, “Do you think it’ll really get repealed?” “Even if it does, the fags are still gonna get kicked out. No one wants them here.” A laugh followed by, “Fuck the fags. They’re all gonna be forced to get some pussy,” which was followed by a fist bump.

I wanted to punch something. So even with the DADT repealed, I’d still be made fun of, I’d still be pushed around. Everything would change, but only because people would know. Even if it did get repealed, I’d still refuse the magazine. I wouldn’t want people to know. I wouldn’t want people to hate me.

The end of the month came and I still hadn’t seen Lieutenant Sexy. It was Christmas and everyone was talking about the gifts their loved ones would send them through the mail. I didn’t have anyone that would send me gifts. My dad hated me and Max probably was fucking someone else by now. I didn’t care much though. I didn’t need presents.

I woke up the morning of Christmas and found a box next to my bed. I looked around and saw that no one else had a red box with a bow next to their bed. I knelt down to read the tag. It read ‘I know you didn’t get me anything, but that’s okay. Sorry we haven’t seen much of each other. Merry Christmas. –Sexy’ I smiled and opened the box.

I couldn’t believe he got me a present. Inside was an iPad in its original box. My eyes widened and I opened the box to look at the iPad. There was a card inside the box. I looked at it and it said ‘I set your alarm two hours earlier than you’re supposed to wake up, so come find me. I’m in the mess hall.’

It took me less than .5 seconds to jump up, push the box under the bed, throw on decent clothes, and run out of their as quietly as I could. I got to the mess hall and went inside. The only person inside was Nicholas, Private Nicholas. He got up from the table he was sitting at. He headed toward me, “DADT hasn’t been repealed yet. But I’ve been watching you. I don’t have solid proof yet. But I will. And soon. I’ll find out before it gets repealed, I swear on my life. You won’t step foot on this military base ever again once everyone finds out… You’re a fag. Fags don’t belong in the army,” he passed me, hitting my shoulder in the process, as he walked out.

After he walked out, I just stood there for a good ten minutes before I sat down. I was going to be dishonorably discharged and sent home if Nicholas found out the truth. I wasn’t sure what to do. I had to find Lieutenant Sexy and tell him that we had to stop, at least until the repeal went through. I didn’t want to risk either of us being discharged. People would hate us…

What may have been approximately half an hour or so later, I heard the door open. I froze before I slowly turned around. I wasn’t supposed to be in here at all. In fact, I could get in so much trouble, it was insane. But standing at the door with a confused expression on his face was Lieutenant Sexy. I saw him look around before he moved over to me smoothly, “Ryan, what are you doing in here?”

“I… I got a gift… And I thought it was from you… The note said to meet you in here, so I came over here and it was Private Nicholas. He told me that he knows about us… He knows that I’m gay and that you are too. And he said he was going to find solid evidence about us and get us discharged before the repeal goes through. Bren…” I paused, “We can’t do this… Not until it gets passed. I don’t want to not do this…” I took a deep breath, “But we can’t…”

He moved closer to me and snaked his arms around my waist, pulling me close, flush against his chest. I rested my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes. He kissed the top of my head and pet my hair down lightly, “It’s okay, Ry… A few months and it’ll pass and Private Nicholas can go fuck himself. We can have one kiss… or two, before we won’t be able to see each other for another few months…”

“What if he’s watching?” I asked in fear. I looked around, through each window and then up at him.

He smiled a little and kissed me on the lips, moving one hand behind my shaved head. After pulling away, he whispered, “If we get discharged, Ryan… I want you to live with me… We’ll move into an apartment together and we’ll have nothing but the two of us to worry about. We won’t have to care about the military, we won’t have to do anything about it. So what if we won’t still be getting paid? We can get real jobs and we’ll do other things… We can get…” he paused for a bit, “Okay, well, I can’t get a job that requires a lot of vigorous activity or too much standing, but we can get good jobs… We’ll be fine.”

Hearing this did make me happy… but only for a moment before I realized something, “Bren… We barely know each other. I think you’d hate living with me. I’m a slob. I have random mental breakdowns over nothing. I get anal if anyone touches my stuff…” I sat down again with a sigh, “I need everything a certain way… Like I need to have a mirror facing the door, I need to have the bed facing in such a way that my feet aren’t facing the door. I need all doors closed at night, all the lights off, and I can only sleep to the sound of the ocean—“

I was stopped by a finger pressed to my lips, “Ryan,” he spoke softly, “I don’t care. Someone once told me… You can fall in love in thirty seconds. You can know you want to spend your life with someone in an hour. And you can know that you’re compatible in the first kiss…” then he paused and moved his finger, “Wait, if you can only sleep to the sound of the ocean, how have you been sleeping here?”

“I… don’t know. I have some nights where I don’t sleep because I can’t and when I do sleep, it’s because I’m so tired that I pass out…” I admitted sheepishly before looking down at my legs, feeling stupid.

Brendon’s POV

So okay, I know how stupid it was of me to offer living together when we’d literally only technically known each other for a few days, but I felt it was right. Just from that one kiss we shared before, it was something I’d never experienced and I wasn’t about to let that go. I may be so much higher up than him. I’m an OFFICER, for God’s sake, he’s a private, a maggot, lower than dirt.

Anyway, point is, I could get used to living with him. And if it didn’t work out, well, we could still be roommates. Now that I had him in my life, I didn’t want him out. I didn’t want to lose him at this point. He meant a lot to me and, like he said, I barely knew him.

So I sat down next to him and kissed his cheek, using my fingers to lift his face to look at me, “Okay, then I know how you live and your background. Would you like to know mine?” I saw a look of comprehension pass his face, but he slowly nodded, “Okay. Well, you know how I ended up here. You might be wondering why I’m a Lieutenant doing what Sergeants can do?” I laughed a little, “Well, I had a best friend two years ago. I was in Iraq at the time with him. He decided to scope out the area that a sniper had been found in so he could deal with it himself,” I pursed my lips and rubbed the back of my neck.

I took off my hat and continued, “I told him not to, but he had done it anyway. He got shot and badly. I didn’t listen to my superiors telling me to stand down. He was my best friend and I wasn’t going to let him get killed. So I ran over to him and pulled him to a safer area so I could check his wounds, to see if they were fixable. After deciding they were, I put his arm around my shoulders and headed toward my troop. Then infantry went off and a blast boomed behind me. I went flying. I passed out. The only thing I remember before I did was a sharp pain in my leg,” I leaned over and pulled up my left pant leg.

I heard Private Pretty Boy gasp at the sight. It was obviously not a real leg. It was prosthetic, of course, “What happened?” he asked in horror.

I laughed a little. That was adorable, “Well, I woke up in the infirmary. My first thought went to my best friend, so I asked if he was alive, if he was okay. They said he hadn’t made it and that I was lucky that I had. It was soon after that they made me aware that the whole lower half of my left leg was blown off. Luckily my knee was still in tact, so they just had to give me a working foot and calf and I’d be fine. I spent two years in physical therapy before they let me come back. When I did come back, they promoted me because of my heroic efforts, but told me that I had to stay off my leg as much as possible. I could only be on my feet for three hours at a time… Which you probably noticed that I was gone for hours at a time during training. That’s why.”

I gasped when he hugged me tightly, “I’m sorry,” he whispered into my ear. He kissed it softly and I just felt his face bury itself into my neck. I turned and wrapped my arms around him, pulling him into my lap. I pet the back of his head as he held me closer.

I kissed the top of his head, “Also, the living arrangements… That’s perfect. You know why?” he looked up at me, “Because I’m not anal about anything. My apartment at home is literally all white and it’s disorganized because I really don’t care. I mean, I can be a slob, but if someone has a particular way of cleaning, then I learn their way and do it with them. I’m not picky. As for sleeping to ocean noise? That’s fine, I’m a heavy sleeper, I wouldn’t even notice.”

“Really?” he asked hopefully.

I nodded with a smile, “Really,” I kissed him on the lips softly, smiling again as he deepened the kiss, pushing himself into me more. I wasn’t expecting it in the least, but hey, I wasn’t complaining. He then straddled my hips and kept kissing me, moving his hands into my hair. Okay, so the last time we kissed like this, I completely initiated it and totally took control.

But now it seemed Pretty Boy was getting payback. Again: Not complaining. He pushed me down onto the bench and kept kissing me. He pulled away, looked at, what I’m pretty sure was, the clock, and grinned, “Well… We still have an hour before everyone wakes up,” he slid his hands under my shirt and ran it along my torso. And oh jesus fucking shit. He was really doing this, wasn’t he? Just that was enough to make me hard underneath him. I knew he felt it because he looked down and grinned.

He looked back up at my face, wiggling his eyebrows before he pulled off my shirt. Before he took off my shirt, I was going to stop him, I was going to tell him that we shouldn’t, that anyone could walk in at any second. But now my dick was running the show and I was no where near in any condition to stop him.

Ryan’s POV

I was horny, and I knew it wouldn’t take long to get him hard. Besides, getting him off would make my day complete. Legitimately. Even if I got spat on, got kicked, was forced to do fifteen laps around a six-mile track, at least I knew that I was enough to get him off. When I saw how much he wanted it after I took off his shirt, I slid myself down his legs. I leaned down, placing soft kisses down his torso. I heard him moan as I got closer to his V-zone. I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, sitting up slightly so I could pull them down. I then pulled down his boxers and looked at his penis.

And this, this was what I’d been waiting for. And god damn was that penis amazing. I looked up at him with a wicked grin and I saw him bite his lip. I leaned up and kissed his lips, “Do you want it, Brenny?” I asked in a seductive voice.

“Dammit, Ryan, just do it,” he whined. Aww, he wanted it that badly? I kissed down his torso again before I licked up the side of his length.

That’s when we heard the door open. I stopped and fell off the bench. I threw him his shirt. He quickly pulled up his boxers and pants and we both looked at the male who walked in. Well this was awkward. We both stood and stared at the male before looking at each other and gulping. Fuck.