Disclaimer: This story is purely fiction and in NO way is trying to claim anything about the character/real people that the movie was based upon.
"It's not fair. We fucking had that shot. They should have just let us have it." Troy muttered into his shirt sleeve, voice muffled with tears. He was curled up tight in the farthest corner, folded arms resting against his knees. He looked a bit like a sulky kid.
Swoff had never seen Troy lose it before and even though he felt the same way he wasn't the one sitting in the corner crying about it. There probably wasn't anything he could say to make it better but honestly, Troy was scaring the shit out of him. He scooted slowly towards him and gingerly touched his friend's elbow. "Yeah, it's the Suck… kicking us in the nuts again." He said lamely, trying to make a joke of it.
Troy lifted his head up and starred at him through watery eyes. He looked thoughtful but still angry. Something in his eyes seemed to flicker and Swoff suddenly knew what he was thinking. All their anger and frustration, time spent in The Suck doing fuck all nothing but feeling bored and lonely had added up to this point.
"Fuck the Suck." Troy's hand unexpectedly reached up and twisted around Swoff's neck and brought his mouth down hard against his own. Their teeth clacked together.
Swoff mirrored Troy's firm grip on him and angled his mouth better to further the kiss. It was more like an attack on his mouth but it felt right. It didn't fucking matter. They'd been trained to kill, trained to get a hard-on for their rifles and then not given the chance to use them. He let himself be pushed back as Troy half crawled on top of him. There was no air between them as Troy's hands pawed at the clothing separating them. They broke their kiss both panting as Swoff pushed his boxers down his hips and freed himself. The first touch of skin to skin as their cocks kissed made them both shake.
"Fuck." Swofford breathed. The first word spoken since they'd started. It sounded like a prayer.
Troy leaned completely forward and nudged his nose against Swoff's ear as he fisted their cocks and humped up against him. Their rhythm was jagged and hurried.
"Fuuuuck." Swoff groaned helplessly as Troy's teeth and tongue scrapped across the shell of his ear.
"You taste like oil." Troy whispered. Swoff in response turned his head and caught Troy's mouth in a final hard kiss and bit down on his tongue as he came.
The taste of blood and oil in his mouth sent Troy spinning over the edge into darkness.