I had originally wanted to write this from Caboose's perspective, but I wasn't sure how. I didn't want to write it entirely from Church's perspective either, so I ended up with this sort of narration that bounces between them. I hope the message gets across! Enjoy! Also, review! -CL
Take care of it.
Tucker's advice rang in Church's ears. In all honesty, it was sound advice. He didn't know why he hadn't thought of it before. It was obvious! Get it done and over with and he could stop thinking about it.
Sensory overload. It was one of the sweetest sensations he'd ever felt. It was comparable to sex on many levels. He could remember sex very clearly. Sensory overload was altogether new to him.
He'd missed sex at first. His brain still wanted it even though his body was seemingly incapable of it. The day he'd discovered this new form of self-pleasure was one that stuck out in his mind. He'd been cleaning himself. Unlike the others, he couldn't just waltz into the showers when he was grimy at the end of a long day. Instead, he had the grueling task of wiping himself clean with baby wipes after a hot day in the sun.
It was one of those sexually frustrating days where he'd been thinking about his physical limitations, missing the sensation of the right touch. While he'd been wiping down, he'd somehow done it. Soft touch in the right locations and he'd been a hot mess.
He'd gone all night and into the day before he experienced his first overload. It was…well, there was no way to really describe it. Intense maybe? It had been too much. His eyes had temporarily lost function. There'd been a ringing in his ears.
That solved one problem, but here he was facing an altogether different situation. He was lusting after another person, a real human. How on earth was he supposed to make that work?
And why Caboose, of all people?
Speaking of the moron…
"Caboose," he growled, freezing in his doorway. "Why are you in my room?"
Caboose roes to his feet, turning to face his leader with wide, worried eyes. "Sorry!" he chirped. "I was just- I mean I was hoping…I can go, if you want."
Many years ago, Caboose's father had given him advice: "Don't ever be afraid to admit your afraid," he could still hear the sage voice in his ears. "And if you're confused, say so." Caboose had always followed that advice. His father had been there to listen to him when he didn't know what else to do.
Well now his father was gone, and his teammates were all Caboose had left. Church was not a very nice person, but he was their leader. Who else was Caboose going to turn to.
Church hesitated. "What do you want?" he inquired.
"I'm confused," Caboose whined, his lower lip trembling. "And scared."
"Scared of what?" Church asked, interested despite himself.
Caboose took a step toward him. "I don't know what I did wrong!" he wailed. "Church is my best friend and suddenly he doesn't like me at all!"
"Suddenly?" Church asked, not sure he was willing to believe how stupid Caboose was.
"Yes," Caboose continued. "I don't know what I did! Church, what did I do to upset Church? Why do you hate me?"
The question had barely left his lips when, out of nowhere, Church had slammed him back against the wall. There was silence while Caboose stared down at Church and Church glared at him, hand upon his chest.
Quite suddenly, their lips were pressed together. Caboose stood stock still in shock as Church's lips parted his. He could taste the other's tongue in his mouth, briefly. Church moved, bringing his mouth up Caboose's jawline to his ear. "I don't hate you, Rookie," he whispered.
Caboose didn't have time to answer before Church was kissing him again. The Blue Team leader's hands were all over him, one clenching against his shirt at his stomach, the other slipping up to rub his back. His breath was hard against Caboose's own, who found he was suddenly short on air himself. He didn't know why. He wasn't running.
This was all new to Caboose. He had never experienced anything like this before. Not knowing what else to do, he started mimicking. He let his fingers trail down Church's spine and bit his lip in nerves.
Church shuddered at the touch. "Wow Caboose," he breathed against the younger's face. "I didn't know you were so interested."
Caboose didn't know how to answer, and couldn't anyway because Church was all over him again. He could feel the other's hands, now under his shirt, over his pecks. His nipples were hard. It was a new sensation to Caboose, weird and strange and he liked it very much.
"God was cruel when he made you," Church decided. "So stupid" he drew his hand through Caboose's blonde hair. "Such a pretty face" another kiss "so strong" his hand ran down Caboose's chest "and I'll bet He even made you- "
Church cupped him, through his pants, in a very personal place. Caboose gasped at the rush of sensations that came from there, his back smacking the wall and his eyes popping. "Oh dude," Church chuckled, his face pressed against Caboose's cheek. "You are hung." He latched his mouth to Caboose's neck.
"Church," Caboose breathed. "That feels good."
Church was suddenly aware of how hard Caboose felt through the fabric, of the way he was grinding his hips instinctually against Church's hand. An idea popped into his head. He chuckled again, pulling his lips away from Caboose's neckline. "I bet it does," he whispered. "I'll bet it feels real good. But you know what?" he pulled his hand away, fingering gently at his pantline. "I can make it feel better, if you want."
Overloading was his second want now. Now, he wanted to get Caboose off. He knew that the dumb warrior hadn't had sex before. Unless he'd spent ample time touching himself, Caboose had probably never got off before. Church wanted to be the one to break that streak.
But he couldn't just go to town on the rookie. Already what he was doing was borderline sexual assault. Church really didn't want to add rape to his list of accomplishments, especially not on Caboose. In order to proceed with his plan, he'd have to obtain the younger's permission.
"Do you want me to?" he asked seriously, trying to impress upon Caboose the weight of this decision.
Caboose didn't hesitate. "Yes."
"You want me to touch you?"
"I want you to touch me."
Church didn't need any more prompting. He plunged his hand in, palming the rookies cock and rubbing. He grinned at the immediate reaction from the latter. His eyes popped, his jaw dropped, a breathy moan escaped.
There was still confusion in his gaze, as if he did not entirely understand what was happening. But that slowly faded as Church got into a good rhythm, gaining momentum with time. He locked his lips back onto Caboose's neck, sucking so hard he knew he'd leave a mark. The rookie grunted in response, but Church didn't let that slow him down. "Do you like that, rookie?" he whispered in his ear.
"Y-yes Church!" Caboose moaned. Once he had vocalized, he couldn't stop. His breath was coming in hard gasps, some sounds of pleasure escaping as they went forward.
Caboose's legs gave out underneath him, and he slid down the wall. Church went with him, not breaking rhythm as they went. He pushed a little faster. Caboose squeezed his eyes shut, his face crunching. "Ch-Church," he panted. "I think I'm going to- ah!"
He came hard, all over Church's hand and in his pants. Church finished him off with a gentle rock, following the motion of Caboose's hips. When he was done, Church pulled his hand out, looking down where Caboose was laying on the floor. The blonde was a hot mess, entirely out of breath, limbs laying limp on the ground. It was the eyes that made Church smile. They were glazed over from the experience, a lazy grin on his face.
Church got to his feet first, crossing the room to his drawers where he pulled out a fresh pair of pants for the rookie. Then he went to his bathroom and got tissues to clean up. He helped Caboose clean up. It seemed the warrior didn't trust his legs yet, as he was unwilling to get up.
"Church," he said, voice almost back to normal.
"Yeah?" he asked, taking over has he pulled the boy's pants down to help him change.
"Can you get mad at me more often?"
Church smiled with both humor and excitement. "Whatever, moron."