Disclaimer: This is purely fiction and I'm in NO way trying to make in claims about the characters/real ppl their based upon's sexuality. Just for fun. If two guys together isn't your thing please don't read.

"Another bad dream?"

Troy's voice startled him. "Naw, just couldn't sleep." He lied.

Troy's body hunched over on the bench next to him and he squinted out into the darkness. His eyes scanned the empty sand dunes as if they were hiding the enemy just beyond the next hill.

"You?"

Troy shrugged. "Nah. I meant to ask Doc for those sleeping pills yesterday, forgot though. So fuck me, huh?" He grinned and took a pack of semi-crushed Marlboros out of his vest pocket. "Smoke?" He asked, cigarette dangling from his lips. .

"Shit yeah. I thought you were all out?"

"This is from the secret stash, Swoffie."

"I'm honored man." Swofford grinned as he took the Zippo from his friend.

A comfortable silence settled between them as they smoked. Troy practiced his smoke rings.

"What's the most fucked up dream you've ever had?"

"Recently? Or in general?" Troy asked, unfazed by the question.

"Either." Swofford blew smoke out of his nose and kicked at the sand with the heel of his boot.

Troy thought for a second and then shrugged. "Alright. I had this one a while ago. It starts off good. That's what makes it fucked." He dropped his cigarette in the sand and they both watched the glowing ember get crushed under his heel. "I'm banging this hot blonde, nice big tits and everything, when she suddenly looks me right in the eye and goes-"

"What're yah ta fuckers flappin 'bout out here?" Kruger's thick accented voice cut into their conversation.

"Women." Troy answered quickly.

"Can't sleep either?"

"Nah. Ah have ta piss. You two carry on about yer women." Kruger leered at them and then trotted off.

Troy looked over at Swofford and caught the look on his face and tried not to roll his eyes.

"My woman." Swofford huffed as he dropped his cigarette butt and immediately ground it out. "She's probably cheating right now. Good listener my ass."

"I saw you put her picture up on the wall. Given up?"

Squinted eyes. "Nah." He kicked the sand uselessly. "Maybe."

Troy watched him closely and then surprised him by curling his fingers around his thigh and staring him down as he said; "There's nothing you can do about that shit now. If she's off fucking other guys, then fuck her. She ain't worth it. You sittin around cryin about it isn't gonna make her change. Fuck that shit Swoff."

Swofford scowled. "Shut the fuck up. I'm not crying about it."

"Well then maybe you should be, cause it's messin with your head. You need to do something about it. You need to get her off your mind." His other hand gestured to Swoff's forehead, the shift in movement causing the hand on his thigh to inch closer to his crotch.

Swofford's eyes darted quickly from Troy's intense gaze down to the hand on his leg and then back. Troy gave him a challenging look and didn't move his hand. "Are you-"

"Hey ladies, am I interrupting somethun?" Kruger's amused voice called out to them from the darkness, his black form coming into view as he neared.

Troy's knuckles brushed against Swofford's balls as he quickly stood up. He laughed easily as if nothing had been going on and swatted him in the back of the head. "Just Swoff being a dumbfuck."

"Looked like ya ta were tryin ta have a moment." Kruger snorted and didn't notice Swofford's face turn red.

"Suns gonna be up soon." Troy watched the sky carefully for a second. "I'm going to go take a shower before everyone else gets all the hot water. That'll be a moment."

Kruger laughed again. "Aww boy. I hear that."

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"Did you want to say hello again?" Swofford danced up to Troy's chair. His hips rocked in a familiar thrusting motion, level with Troy's face. The Santa hat pom-pom danced wildly. The music was loud and he had to yell to be heard. He was already well on his way to being trashed though and yelling was coming naturally.

Troy smirked but looked slightly uneasy as the other guys roared in laughter at his discomfort. His eyes caught Swofford's for a second and his expression changed into a mean leer. "Hi lil Swoffie." He told the bobbing Santa hat. "Lonely?" The last word got swallowed up by the music but Swofford heard him and narrowed his eyes dangerously.

Swoff proceeded with his lap dance. The liquor was making it a lot easier. Troy had freaked him out last time, caught him completely off guard with that gay shit. This was about payback. It was Troy's turn to feel embarrassed.

"Oh! Lookit his face! Lookit him! He loves it! YEAH!" Fowler whistled loudly and jumped up on a chair.

Swofford put his hands against the armrests on Troy's chair and leaned back and shook his ass in his face. The other guys whopped and cheered as he sat across his friend's lap and continued to rock his hips and wave his arms jerkily. Troy was hard.

"Santa's gay!" Fowler yelled.

It was then that the firecrackers split the night open and their night of fun ended.

"Holy shit!" Someone yelled.

"Get the fuck down!"

Troy's arm snaked across Swofford's bare stomach and he rolled them both to the ground. It was a tangle of arms and legs for half a second before they got sorted out.

"Shit." Swofford mumbled, fear setting in at the realization of how drunk and out of it he was. He'd felt Troy's body against him and he'd wanted it.

Troy snagged his M16 off the nearest cot and exchanged a brief look with Swoff. This could be it. The fear made him feel alive and he shadowed Swoff as they exited the tent with the others.

The flares flew over their heads in wild beautiful disarray.

It wasn't bombs.

They weren't going to die, but they were drunk and now totally fucked.