Clyde collapsed onto the bed, tired. That instructor sure put him to work over the week. No matter how many times he tried to rest, he was always pushing him to do work. First it was the push-ups with the commander. Then it was jogging three miles non-stop. Not to mention he had to swim up a rushing river with weights. However, no matter how many times they tried to force him to do what they said, he always slacked. The instructors could never get him to do anything despite the punishment he's gotten from the commander before. He could barely get comfortable before the instructor opened the door once again.

"Clyde Donovan, the commander wants to see you in his office."

"Yes, sir," he sighed, following him out the door.

He finally made his way into the office, and closed the door. There he was, sitting at a mahogany desk, adjacent from Clyde at the door. Clyde closed the door and sat down.

"Did you need me...sir?" He put his feet on the desk.

"Feet down," Lars commanded. "Listen, your superiors have been complaining about your lack of compliance. Can I ask you why you refuse to follow simple directions?"

"Simple, I don't feel like it," he shrugged.

"Then why are you here?"

"Hm?"

"WHY are you here?" Lars repeated, his voice rising. "If you don't wanna be here, then why are you wasting our time?"

"That's personal," Clyde replied. "I don't have much of a choice."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I don't have a choice. I'm not allowed to go back home until I've 'learned a lesson' on discipline," he rolled his eyes.

"I can see why," he scoffed. "You strike me as one of those guys who pay more attention to their looks and popularity rather than their initial duties and goals in life."

It struck him harder than it should have. He was tired of his father telling him about his flaws and what he should and shouldn't do. Now it's coming from some guy he barely knows.

"You don't anything about me! If anything, you seem like the type that always walks around with a stick up his ass and never knows how to have any fun," he snapped.

"When's the last time you've ever gotten laid, anyway?"

"That's none of your damn business!" Lars retorted.

"Then why are you getting defensive, sir? It was just a harmless question," he shrugged. "Unless if you're a virgin."

"I was getting defensive because it was a personal question!"

"But yet it's okay for you to ask me personal question, right?" He replied. "Tell me sir, are you a virgin?"

"Get out."

"I'll take that as a yes. No need to get all hot and bothered, sir," he layed back and smirked. He had Alexandersson right where he wanted him. "Straight, gay, or bi?"

"Why the hell are you asking me these questions?"

"I just wanna get to know you a little better. Just for a, y'know, mutual relationship."
"Well, I'm straight. So there," he stated, blunt. Though he secretly wanted to kill himself for answering in the first place.

"Are you sure?"

"What the hell do you mean if I'm sure?"

"Well, you never got laid, so how could you know what you like if you never tried anything with anyone...Lars?"

Lars flushed a light shade of pink. He was right. Though he wasn't used to being interrogated this way. Somehow, Clyde managed to turn the tables on him and that made him feel pretty uneasy. However, he had no real reason to kick him out, he did call him into the office afterall. Since the situation made him a little weary, he tried to keep up a poker face. Clyde knew that it wasn't going to last for long.

"Hey now, I can help you test to see which one you are-"

"I don't need the test. Since you're giving the superiors a hard time, you'll be under me for the time being," he said, trying to change the topic. He pulled out a pen and paper to write a referral for him.

"Great," Clyde got up and locked the door of the office.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Lars rose out of his seat.

"The test," he strutted towards Lars pushing all of the papers of off the tables and crawling over the desk, seductively.

"Hey...I said I didn't need the test!" Lars flushed, instantly breaking his poker face.

"Aren't you curious to see where you belong? I promise that you'll like it," Clyde grazed the startled male's jawbone with his fingertips.

"I won't-ah!" Lars gasped as he felt Clyde's warm breath as he nipped on the flesh of his neck and made his way down to his collarbone. "Clyde...no...this isn't good..."

He unbuttoned Lars' shirt as he simultaneously crawled over the desk and motioned for Lars to get up, in which he silently complied. Clyde then sat down in his place and pulled the man onto his lap. He slowly pulled apart the shirt to let his hands roam free around his abs and chest. It was very evident that he kept his body fit.

"Nice body," he nuzzled his neck while allowing his hands to unbutton
his pants.

"Clyde! I can get in t-trouble for this...you'll get me fired!" He quickly grasped his hand. However, it was smacked away as Clyde forcefully dug his way through his underwear.

"Shut up, you know you want it," he grasped his hand around his hard member and pulled it out. "See? You're hard already," he fondled his nipples as he stroked him slowly.

Lars tried, but failed to restrain his soft mewls. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back to let out a moan.

"Yeah, I think you're gay," Clyde mused.

"Mmfh ...can we stop now?"

"Your choice, Commander."

Lars wasn't sure whether to let him continue or just stop it altogether. It was very taboo to have this sort of affair with another co-worker, let alone with a cadet. But it felt kinda nice-no one really touched him the way he did. However, he had a certain responsibility that he had to carry. This was far enough.

"No," he said with finality as he got up, quickly buttoning his shirt and pants. "Get out of my office," he turned away.

"Hmm?"

"Leave!" He scolded, growing more irritated by the minute.

"See you tomorrow...sir," Clyde merely chuckled as he walked out the office.

Being here was going to be interesting after all...