A quick POV from Chris' view point... Piers is next!


Chris rolled a rifle bullet between his fingers, staring at the brass casing and letting it hypnotize him with its shimmering implications. He'd been watching Piers suck on this thing all afternoon like it would eventually give the young ace purchase. Of course that accomplished much more than probably earning him a hand full of comments on his mouth from the others, but it hadn't stopped the younger man from staring directly at Chris every time he'd roll it over on his tongue. They'd been partners for the last year and ever since the promotion it seemed that the younger man hadn't hesitated an instant to make it obvious to Chris how he felt, he'd opened up significantly since the first time they'd met. He was collected and confident, and had a hell of a talented mouth that more than once had managed to make the leader of their group need to step away during training. The young ace knew it too. That damn fixation of putting things between those lips was going to get Chris killed in the line of duty if he continued to do it. He stared at the casing and swallowed down the growing lump in his throat, trying to change his line of thinking before he found himself with more of an issue straining against the fabric of his ink black boxer briefs. They were already tight enough thinking about how if felt when he'd pulled the bullet form his partner's lips, those warm pouted pillows parting ever so slightly, with a smile threatening at the corners, when Chris finally dared to tip his finger inside that warm opening. It had been to pull the bullet away, but still it was hard to envision anything but letting Piers suck on his fingers or better yet his straining hard on. Still... Chris couldn't imagine ever acting on it. He had a hard time voicing his opinions at all around Piers regarding anything but work. Piers was an amazing partner, irreplaceable to the point where he would ever dare talking to him about anything pertaining to his feelings.

It wasn't as though Chris didn't understand himself. He understood completely. Just that, Piers had confidence and self assurance that bought him the kind of cockiness that others saw in him, that seemed to basically scare the pants off everyone on their team. He moved with a kind of integrity that enveloped him and made him so inaccessible even if he was brave enough to make an advance on him. He wouldn't have even known where to start with this kind of thing, not to mention that the younger man made it painfully obvious that he expected Chris to make a first move between them, either to save his own behind from sexual harassment since Chris was his superior, or from the humiliation of being denied. Piers didn't need to act to let Chris know that he was interested, but Chris was so concerned on how to approach the kid that it was difficult to tell for himself how this would turn out. Why else would he have just stood there and let his captain take the cold metal from those parted lips without retaliating? For the last year Chris had watched as Piers transformed from a silent protege, into an amazing partner, who read the field like a magician. Fingering the shining piece of weaponry he cautiously touched it to his own lip, checking his door to make certain it was in fact closed while he tested his tongue against the tang of it. It was a bad idea anyway, getting involved with a man like Piers, let alone the factors of his age, or the major fact that they worked together. There was literally seventeen years of age between them, and it was always so obvious to him even though it never seemed to stay the straying fingers that grabbed his shoulder in mission, or those lingering stares. How does someone even approach a person that self aware?

Urgency pushed Chris into letting himself taste the metal again, running his tongue over it like Piers had done earlier, the vision making his erection kick painfully. Staring at the door, Chris growled, irrationality bringing color to his face while he unzipped the front of his fatigues, moving fabric aside to free his cock, gripping it immediately starting to work his fingers over the heat of his flesh up and down, feeling the throb of it against the cold of the room. His hand was flying over himself before he knew it, gripping the brass white knuckled and imagining those wonderful lips wrapped tight, breathing heat on his cock and bringing him to the edge of madness. A loud knock on the door and Chris was shoving himself back into his fatigues, growling under his breath at how damn foolish he was for all of this. How could he allow such a moment of weakness. The throbbing in his head was only equal to the one in his pants, clutching the the .50 caliber bullet tight in his fist. "What is it?!"

"Captain?"

Piers voice was musical and reminded Chris of everything he wanted but couldn't have, a jolt of lust coating his arousal, making it ache. "Come in." Chris immediately released the bullet, tossing it across his desk as the younger man pushed through the door, standing with his hip pushed out, and one hand cupping the jutted surface. "What's the matter Nivans, I thought that all the boys are finally out on leave. I know you don't like getting completely smashed, but I figured you'd at least like to go out with the men and grab a drink." Honestly, he had been hoping to do the same. At least that was until the idea of being in a bar with Piers Nivans and those teasing fingertips had stalled him. He couldn't have risked getting drunk and making a complete ass of himself. Not that he hadn't done that already, sitting in his office fucking his own hand to the idea of his partner sucking on a rifle casing.

"Drinking isn't my thing captain. You know that." The amusing tone played on soft pouted lips easily, sauntering across the office room carefully. Meeting eyes with the captain perched angrily in the chair, moving around the side of the desk. Chris was swiveling slowly in his chair, making certain to keep his body hidden behind the heavy oak desk so that the evidence of what he had been doing would remain hidden from Piers' penetrating gaze. The younger man reached across the expanse, dropping his hand almost into his captain's lap, Chris jerking away while his partner danced his fingertips silently over the planes of the table until they found what they were seeking. "Just came to get this back captain...," pulling the brass back up off the table, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, before drawing it up to his lips. "You dismissed us before ever returning it. It was this or.. I'd have to find something else more... fitting captain."

Chris hissed out a breath seeing those lips kiss at the side of brass. "Why don't you just buy a pack of cigarettes Piers? You distract the entire team. Marco spent half the afternoon blushing so red that I thought he'd get a nose bleed the way you were working that thing. It's a rifle bullet Piers not a damn pacifier for your kinky little habits. Particularly when we are going out on mission together... guys might be on leave Nivans, but you aren't."

"You think I'm kinky, captain?" The words slid off Piers tongue slowly, flicking it against the bullet before nudging i into the magazine holder on his thigh. "Or is it just the rest of the team you are worried about?" The statement sent a thrill over Chris, swallowing back fear and desire all in one, hoping to hide from them and everything else by keeping his mouth shut. Words would have betrayed him at this point, and everything Piers said went straight to his groin, causing his voice to hitch. Pooling in his stomach, he grasped at the straws left of his authority. Piers was quiet though, said nothing more than that quick little flick of his tongue over the cold metal before the younger man retreated from over the desk, giving Chris a quick glance over his shoulder that could have sent envy into any man's heart, not to mention how it made Chris's cock ache.


Oh dear Chris... you take things fast.