Author's Note: This was written for a friend of mine after I showed her a drawing I did of Tank after a shower. She suggested Tank/Mirror with an onlooker. I couldn't refuse XD
Here you go, Roe!
REFLECTION
The old knob in the shower squeaked from years of neglect, as the water was turned off. Grabbing the near-by towel off the rack, Tank tossed it over his head and quickly ruffled the fabric against his hair to dry it.
About a week had passed, consisting of constant zombie hordes; they had died down since then, and now only came in waves every few hours or so.
With his newfound spare time, the American had begun to realise how much he craved a good shower. He'd been through worse in the past, but with absolutely nothing to do, it was the only thing on his mind.
After hours of nagging, Richtofen finally agreed to show him where a shower was located in case of chemical spills."I can't guarantee you that it will work."He had said.
Luckily for Dempsey, it did. Against the order of the German, Tank had rummaged around the room until he found a cabinet that contained towels, and selected the least bloodstained or shredded one from the pile.
Removing the towel from his head, he wrapped it around his waist and glanced up to view his surroundings. Across from him was a mirror, he hadn't really noticed before. Aside from a few cracks and bloody hand prints, it was in pretty good shape.
Tank grinned to himself. "So am I."
He folded his arms behind his head, fingers brushing through his damp hair, and stretched backwards.
The American gazed at his reflection, awed in his own beauty. Draped over his pectorals, were his dog tags. He never took them off. Stubble had grown on his chin, but instead of finding it unattractive, it gave him a rugged look. "It's pretty sexy." Dempsey thought to himself.
He absolutely loved the way his muscles looked under the thin sheen of water that clung to his skin.
Watching intently, his eyes followed a small droplet as it slid over his shapely abs, over his carved hip bones, and into a trail of blonde hair near the towels rim.
A familiar warmth pooled in his stomach at the feather light touch of the water. His smirk never left his face, as he trailed a hand down his wet torso, watching his reflection as if he were an eagle watching its prey. He locked with his own blue eyes, as his hand slid past the edge of the towel, breath coming in shallow gasps.
He let out a small groan as he ran his thumb over the shaft of his half-hard dick. He gently caressed his veins and folds of skin, and pressed hard over the sensitive tip.
He now stood at full attention. Tank wrapped his hand around the base in a grip that was almost painful.
He began pumping himself, slowly at first, gradually increasing in speed.
The towel fell from his waist and landed on the floor, forgotten.
Dempsey moaned again, his legs growing weak. He dropped to his knees, and pressed his forehead against the cold glass.
Breath couldn't fill his lungs fast enough; he was gasping and moaning almost as franticly as his hand was moving. Tank bucked his hips, fucking his hand as hard as he could, while the other hand scraped his bitten nails down the reflective surface.
He could feel himself coming close to release. He kept his eyes open, wanting to watch himself shudder with pleasure as he reached his climax. A few thrusts and pumps later, his muscled tightened and he came with a low, drawn out groan.
After a few moments, he began to think straight again.
"Heh," he shifted to a sitting position, and pressed his flush face against the glass, hoping to cool it down.
"I jerked off to myself...Kickass." Tank allowed his eyes to flutter closed and rest with the rest of his body.
They soon snapped open at the sound of a zipper.
In the corner of the mirror, he caught the glimpse of a green Wehrmacht uniform as it rounded the corner.