Hot hands and possessive touches pushed Lipton and Speirs into the threadbare bedroom, with unfamiliar portraits on the walls and bottles of perfume on the dresser. The lace curtains hung in a morose state, the faded roses covering them taking in the scene before them with a certain disregard for it all.

But the two men could care less about what the draperies thought; they fumbled with each other's mess of buckles and straps until they were skin on skin, and Speirs was pressing Lipton down onto the bed, a hand on his chest to hold the lieutenant underneath him. Speirs nipped at Car's neck, and then moved to open up his mouth with his persistent tongue as he gently spread Lipton's thighs, making the other man's eyes go wide and he started to stutter in protest.

"You ever done this before?" Speirs asked him, earning an embarrassed shake of a head.

"Don't worry. I won't hurt you." He assured Carwood, running his calloused hands up and down Lipton's trembling legs. Speirs could swear he could feel Lip's heartbeat through his skin. He reached across to where his jacket lay, thrown haphazardly on the dusty bedside table, and pulled out a jar of some sort of slick. Lipton really didn't care what it was, as long as he could get fucked. Right now.

"Want to be inside you." Speirs growled in frustration as he slicked himself up as fast as he could.

Lipton just whimpered as anticipation made his body thrum with lust.

"Ready?"

He had been so deep inside his own fantasies that Lip didn't realize that the other man was pressing at his entrance.

"Yeah." He whispered, gulping.

The burn was amazing, because it soon turned into a type of ecstasy that Lipton had never felt before. The twists in his belly made his eyes prick with tears.

"Hey, hey, sshhhh. Take it easy, Lip." Speirs muttered, softly rubbing his back.

"I—you—ohhh." Carwood moaned as Speirs pushed forward as far as he could go, stretching him to his limit. The lieutenant's breath had sped up, his chest heaving with every labored breath.

When Speirs started to move, he struck something that made Lipton gasp and then blush and bite his lip. Speirs ran a thumb over his lips, urging him to make noise.

"Let me hear you."

He shoved inside him, forcing a cry from Lipton's lungs. He then started up a faster pace, and on each stroke he made sure to hit that spot inside Lip that made his breath come out in a hot little gasp.

"Harder." Lipton groaned, canting his hips.

Speirs grabbed his ass and pulled him closer; slamming into the other's body at such a speed that Lipton's knuckles were going white as he clutched the sheets tightly. Even through the intense wave of emotions, Lipton noticed the way the shifting moonlight fell on the captain's body in such a way that it highlighted the striking contrast of his dark hair against his pale skin. It graced the soft outlines of his muscles as they moved in sync with his breaths. Lipton thought that he couldn't look any more beautiful. Somehow, something just felt right, and he wanted all of it.

Later, as they lay together, limbs entangled in an exhausted yet intimate embrace, with Ron's arm draped loosely across Carwood's waist, the first lieutenant felt like the stars high above were casting out a light just for him. And this was one of the rare times when he felt safe in a war-torn landscape. And suddenly the room didn't seem so cold or dark or dusty. And he found sleep, the best he had had in months.