Title: Worst of Times
Prompt 2. Is that a hickey?
Characters: Alpha Team, Hinted FinNivanField
Disclaimer: Morriganna did aiding in this ficlet, as I appreciate her Chris-isms, AND this ficlet may have gotten much bigger than the intended 500 words « » ENJOY
"So when she's done blowin' Rose, what does this girl do? His cum still dribbling down her gob, onto her big ol titties. Reaches over, grabs me by my fuckin' face, and snowballs me!"
"Ooooo, harsh. So wait, let me get this straight," A snort fettered from Airhart's stifled chuckle, policing the brass of Walker's weapon, while another few rounds punctuated the air. "So basically…, what you're saying is," another chuckle, tossing the rounds into the nearby bucket, whilst avoiding the sprawled out legs of their prone lying sniper. "You've sucked Marc's dick?"
Laughter bellowed from those surrounding the training yard, Alfonso slapping a knee while trying to maintain sights on the targets down range. Chris snickered to himself, arms imposingly crossed over large pectorals, muggy air making the broad expanse of chest muscles work harder to fill. Chocolate eyes winced upward with a chortle, watching his men as they feigned gagging. Falling into one another, while grabbing for their throats, gagging at some ill reference made. All it did was cause a snicker, admiring his men and watching while they bonded in the way only they knew how.
"Come on, Rookie. Worst sexual experience. Let's hear it."
Walker laughed, brushing it off as he aimed downrange, popping off a double tap on the target, while Finn's face reddened and blushed. "Come on, Airhart. You know that our good lil rookie doesn't swap spit. Not unless he's going to share about when his mommy taught him to tongue kiss for the first time." Flicking off Finn, the second volley of double shots from the weapon, were made blind, no time to consider. "Or was it finger banging your-
"I kissed my best friend's sister…" Silence and awe as all the rest of the team, including the good Captain turned his head in slow motion, brows risen while watching Finn's face turned red. "My first kiss, and she gave me mono."
A moment of silence while the other's held their breath just before bellowing laughter. A round of thundering pats on the back, rattled the rookie; Captain Redfield watching as he slid down to one knee, resting a hand on the back of the one person who didn't rise to give Finn a nice cage rattling. One knee down upon the ground, the other crouched, molasses eyes watched the men, while a hand slid down, catching into mesh fabric, the stoic, unmoving body beside never taking eyes from the targets downrange. A rough gripped pad of a gunner's glove dragged painfully into the folds, swiping across forbidden flesh with a victorious smile. "How about you partner, care to share?" The thrum of that heavy baritone voice drew attention from Alpha team's rookie, to the unmoving sniper, with Chris' hand peeling away, catching every single eye from the team. Eyes glancing down to revel in the mark, that now everyone on the team could see, Andy Walker turning with a bass mouth.
"Is that a hickey?!"
"Holy shit. A.T.L. got some sugar last night! Come on, Nivans. Spill!" Sugar. More like spice. That hickey courtesy of the good Captain. Unwrapping the shemagh slowly in places until it revealed to the boys of Alpha just how marked up Piers' neck was. Purpling stippled bleeding from teeth biting and welled bruising under each hickey. "Shit! A fucking wildcat tried to eat you, A.T.L.!" The team admired the marks upon that neck, along the side of his throat, and nape of the neck. Venomous eyes which remained trained down range, strained not to glower up the culprit. He marked the sniper as his, so he wanted everyone to see it, even whilst the marks varied… from two different assailants.
Even if they weren't told the details of which transpired. Chris did the deed. Instead… "Yeah, Nivans. Tell us about your worst sexual experience."
That expectant stare from the Captain, the rest of the team. Gotta bond, right? Hazel eyes, narrowed, finger squeezing over the trigger, caressing it as a shot rang out, the distinctive boom jarring the whole team before their second in command finally moved; unaffected by the shots fired. Piers' slid from lying prone, pulling his knees up under him, slowly both hands on the ground, letting Chris watch as he pushed back, knowing exactly where his eyes had fallen to; while his own eyes fell upon the red faced rookie that everyone had forgotten about. Intentionally drawing eyes to the potential harm he could cause even while reaching up, righting his scarf as both feet took his weight, and standing up straight. "My worst sexual experience?" Pouted lips pursed, sharp eyes flicking back to the Captain briefly as he reached down at the waist, pulling up the rifle that he toyed with in his hands. Slowly sucking in that bottom lip, half lidded eyes watching while Finn did his best to cover his face with the beanie he wore. "Can't get worse than a virgin…" Andy chuckled, Chris following the sniper's eye line to Finn who was blushing furiously, hiding his own chuckle. "Watched for weeks…" Piers tongue slipped over that lower tiers, giving a slight shake of the head as he reminisced. "You never know how they're going to feel in your hands, how their body will shutter when you hit that sweet spot…" Immediately a throw of hoots went up, Alpha team watching as the sniper shrugged his shoulders up, weapon tugged upward into a standing shot, aiming, and shooting in less than a second. "I slip my hands down that curve… perfect fit pressed up against me…, and pull the trigger. POW! Bitch get me every time." That neutral glower immediately turned to a chuckle, tugging down the right shoulder of B.S.A.A. regulars to reveal the bruises from his rifle. "First time's a bitch." Laughter rose up along with it, Chris' chuckling whilst Finn was ignored for his massive release of collected breath; Alpha team bursting into levity.
"Yeah. See, Nivans' woman is right there." Chris pointed to the Anti-Materiel Rifle in those skilled hands. "Pops a finger inside her every-" BAM! "-single time." The boys hooted and laughed, Airhart reaching out to touch Piers' 'wife,' before receiving a look that could turn a man to stone, Chris slapping a hand against his partner's back. "Now, now. That would be cheating. That's bad." Laughter from the rest of the team. "I guess it's my turn…" Chris let the tension linger, pacing the length of the shooting line unable to hold back from bursting out laughing, shaking his head. "Which you guys will have to wait for, until someone other than Piers can get a perfect shot on that dummy. Jesus, you clowns are idiots. Back to work!" Nodding his head, a chuckle rebounding off the training area, perfectly for only one soldier to hear, hugging an arm about Macauley's shoulders. "In my office. Later."