Hi, my dear readers,
And once again I can only thank you for the comments, reviews, kudos, and so on. I'm still so happy that you like the story so much and that captures you like this.
Like I already told you in the little 'epilogue' of the last chapter, this one will be hot. Really HOT!
It's a pure adult-chapter and I want to advise you to get something cold to drink before you read it (or be ready to have a cold shower afterwards). Yes, it's what you think it will be: THE first time.
More I don't want to reveal.
Have fun
Love
Yours Starflight
Chapter 33 – Storm of passion
In the very late afternoon Klink was 'released' from his unwilling job as Lübkemeier's scout and was driven back to Stalag 13. And the Kriminalrat announced that he wouldn't need his 'help' the next day, as he and the others would be investigating further within Bad Kissingen and Hammelburg for the next days.
Finally!
Klink was almost too happy to feel the exhaustion as he stepped out of the car and limped to his office, where Schultz was doing paperwork. Hilda smiled at her boss when she saw him enter the building and greeted him with a warm "Welcome back!" before she took his coat and promised to make him some tea.
Schultz also beamed with relief as Klink stepped into the office; rising from behind the Oberst's desk, saluting and reporting what happened during his absence to him: Nothing – like mostly always. Klink looked through the papers and, to his satisfaction, found no reason to rebuke the Sergeant of the Guards. Right, the important reports and documents hadn't been touched by the large Bavarian, but that was fine with Klink. Better to have to catch up on some work than to have to re-do it.
After the evening roll call, the Kommandant went to his quarters; knowing that Hogan had again waited for him with the warm meal like yesterday. LeBeau had been absent during the roll call and Schultz had revealed that the tiny Frenchman was preparing some dinner for the two colonels, so Klink looked forward to finally being off duty.
To his surprise, he heard movement behind him and as he warily turned around, he recognized Wilson, who fell in step with him.
"Good evening, Kommandant," the medic greeted with a polite salute. "It has been brought to my attention that the last days of physical effort caused your calf new problems, and I also think that your long stay in the cold wasn't helpful to your cold ceasing. Please allow me to check on you."
Klink blinked, baffled, at him. "Who told you that I am… Hogan!" He answered his own question; groaning.
Wilson smirked for a short moment. "You know him, Kommandant. He is always concerned about his men – and especially about his friends." He caught the German's asking glance, firmly nodded one time and accompanied him to the little building.
Inside it smelled formidable again, Klink greeted LeBeau in the casual way that was about to become routine when they weren't out in the open, bid Hogan 'good evening' and went to the guestroom to get checked through by the medic.
Ten minutes later Wilson crouched in front of Klink, who sat on the bed's edge, and was assessing the graze-shot at the Oberst's left calf. The medic shortly pursed his lips. "Well, the area looks stressed, but it's not inflamed. Yet you should let your leg rest within the next two days, sir. Afterwards, I can remove the stitches." He rose and glanced down on the Kommandant, whose upper body was still exposed after Wilson had listened to the man's lungs. Fortunately the bronchi were still free and the irritation in his throat was only because of too much cold air. "The stitches on your left arm will be pulled now," he declared and chuckled as he first received a relieved smile that quickly turned into a grimace because experience had taught Klink that this part of the healing process was really uncomfortable. "You and Colonel Hogan have a lot in common. He made that exact face like you are making just right now when I told him the same," Joe declared.
"You removed some of Hogan's stitches?" Klink asked and his eyes lit up. "That's good to hear. So at least a few of his injuries are doing better by now?"
"Yes, but we've agreed to keep the bandages in place as long as the Gestapo is sniffing around, Kommandant. Just in case, you understand?"
Klink frowned. "And what do you know about this 'case', Sergeant?"
The medic smiled. "Just let us say that I know about the two eagles we've in the camp now – one European and one American. And I learned today how well they fly together." He dared to wink at the Oberst, who sighed deeply. Okay, it was up to Hogan whom he entrusted with their secret and the missions, on the other hand it wasn't the first time Klink was asking himself how many POWs were really involved in the whole operation.
Five minutes later Wilson was done, had treated the Kommandant with the same balm he'd used on Hogan, gave the German officer a few words of advice and went to the senior POW to place some more ointment on his healing scars on his back and left shoulder. After redoing the colonel's bandages, he left. Klink watched him go and as the sergeant closed the front door behind himself, the German officer saw the latch and the bolt assembled to the inside of the entrance; guaranteeing some real privacy within these quarters for the first time ever. Smiling – and making an inner note to thank Schultz for the prompt completion of Klink's request – the Oberst changed into more comfortable clothes; cursing quietly since the graze-wound on his arm still itched and stung where the stitches had been removed. He hated the latter.
A few minutes later he sat down at the dining table, shortly joined by Hogan. Yes, the bandages were still in place, but, nonetheless, the younger man looked better. His hair was clean, he wore his original pajamas beneath his new housecoat and his eyes shone. It was obvious that the shower he'd taken had done miracles for the peace of his soul.
"I hope I haven't used your whole day's ration of warm water," the colonel said with an apologetic smile as the talk came to that topic. Klink returned the apology with a nonchalant wave of one hand and a kind, "And even if that is the case, I do not mind. You look very much better now – refreshed – and that's all that counts."
LeBeau brought dinner and Klink, being in a generous mood because he wouldn't be called away tomorrow again, invited him to join them. There was enough for the three hungry men, and Louis had no problem accepting the offer gratefully; entertaining the two other males with funny stories of his youth. It was obvious that LeBeau had already accepted Klink as part of the group. Afterwards he cleaned everything up and left. Klink, being incredibly tired, locked the door behind LeBeau and called the evening off. Hogan didn't mind. Yes, he felt better after being sans most stitches and finally having had a chance to shower, but the whole thing had been surprisingly strenuous for him, and like this both men lay in bed side by side half an hour later.
Klink told his American counterpart about the unanticipated meeting in the little village with one of his former kidnappers. Hogan tensed at first; almost fearing that the certainly still lasting anger would have gotten the better of the Oberst, but to his relief the older man proved one more time that he had himself under control. And Klink's idea that the Underground should lead Lübkemeier to another place for his investigations – hopefully with a further successful sabotaging of Goering's newest project – met Hogan's full agreement.
"What about Schmidt?" the colonel asked finally.
The Kommandant shrugged. "I've no real clue. Not only Lübkemeier and his goonies questioned people, he did it, too. Yet he was polite, joked with the kids and was kind towards men and women who seemed to be afraid of him and the Gestapo. He also insisted that I was brought back to the camp in the afternoon so that I could warm up."
"So, he did his job without any unnecessary sternness."
"Correct," Klink sighed; pulling the comforter higher. "He also keeps his distance to von Neuhaus, which is understandable. The Leutnant is a really unpleasant contemporary." He groaned. "And thinking that I may've to endure him and the Gestapo again within the next days, makes my hackles rise."
Hogan turned his head and let his gaze wander demonstratively to the Oberst's neck, which elicited a chuckle from the older man. "Tease," Klink murmured; not aware of the tenderness in his voice and the fondness in his eyes. But it didn't escape Hogan's attention, and he felt his mouth go dry, while his pulse rose. Heavens, something had to happen soon, or he would go mad.
Bidding his German counterpart good night, he carefully turned on his right side and closed his eyes. It didn't take long until he dozed off – just like Klink.
This night they slept better – a lot. Both were overtired from the lack of rest the night prior and the last day had been stressful; especially for Klink. But these weren't the only reasons why the two had a fruitful night's rest. Knowing that the worst was certainly over and subconsciously feeling the other one's presence let them sleep soundly and deeply like children. Hogan woke first the next morning; finding himself lying half over Klink and more or less enveloping him, while the older man's arms were snaked around him. Because he lay on his left side his broken ribs throbbed, yet he didn't care. Being snuggled up against the older man felt too good to complain about a little bit of discomfort.
As his mind came to this conclusion, the colonel groaned inwardly. This. Had. To. Stop! But he had absolutely no clue how. And, something that even shook him a little bit, he didn't want it to stop. He enjoyed those stolen moments far too much, and the more dutiful part of himself asked, not for the first time, where this would lead to in the end.
He pretended to still be asleep as Klink woke later. Just like before his arms tightened around the younger man for a few moments, before he untangled himself from him to start his daily routine. After treating his upper arm and his calf with the ointment from Dr. Birkhorn, he left it in the bathroom so that it could be used by Hogan, too. There was a lot of work the Oberst had to catch up with – again! And therefore he was early in his office; an hour before roll call.
The day went by uneventfully; just like those before Lübkemeier had shown up. Klink heeded Wilson's advice and used the wastebasket, which he had turned upside-down, as a kind of footstool to lay his leg up. Hilda had made him some cups of tea and like this he felt a little bit better as he was done with today's work.
Hogan had started to make the first careful training attempts – under Wilson's vigilant watch. It was necessary that he began loosening his muscles, which were weakened and stiffened after such a long time spent mostly staying in bed. Yet it tired him to a degree that irritated him a lot. Just like Klink, whose patience wasn't the Oberst's biggest strength, the same went for his American counterpart; especially when something concerned himself. Wilson practiced some gymnastic routines in the morning and in the early afternoon with him – and Hogan was tired like a puppy. It showed him that his healing was far from being completed.
Later that day Wilson was called to the rec-hall, where two POWs had crashed into each other during a volley-ball outwork. Above all another man turned his left ankle because of a covered hole in the snowy ground on the compound, and four guards had come down with a cold – no miracle given the icy weather.
Just before dinner the medic gave the colonels his report – after all both officers' men were involved – and was called right away again for two further POWs, who had caught a cold, too. He hadn't even had time to change Hogan's bandages and treat him with the ointment.
"As it seems, I will have to give some firewood for the infirmary now," Klink sighed. "It's better than a disease of cold spreading through the whole camp because the men infect each other." He called Schultz and gave the according orders. It would need some time until the infirmary would be warmed up and therefore a few POWs and guards brought blankets and plaids to the building. It was a continuing process while Wilson was making the sickbay operational.
So it was no wonder that he didn't even show up later to treat Hogan with the ointment, as the colonel made himself ready for bed. Standing in the bathroom sans pajama top and all bandages (including that on the head), he looked a little bit dumbly down on the can in his hands. There was no way on Earth he could treat himself with it except for that part of his shoulder he could reach. At least carefully rubbing something of the salve on the still sore and healing skin there, he closed the can and stepped out of the bathroom; pajama top in his hands.
"Sorry for the delay," he said as he saw Klink standing at the dresser – clad only in his white shirt and the uniform trousers with loosely hanging suspenders, but sans boots and socks. He also had removed his tie and was just placing his dog tags on the dresser.
The Oberst's glance fell on the younger man's nude upper body he was completely seeing for the first time since Hogan's rescue. Usually he would have loved to take a closer look at Robert's well-built figure – with his slim waist, broad shoulders and the hairless chest – but just right now all he saw were the healing injuries. There were still a lot of bruises visible – several colorful, others still dark. A red stripe reached over his left shoulder and the dark dots of the removed stitches were clear to see there. It was obvious that Hogan would need longer to heal properly.
"How're you feeling?" Klink asked quietly, while his gaze found the red and black bruises on Robert's left side where the broken ribs were.
The colonel shrugged. "I'm healing." He turned towards the nightstand to switch on the little lamp. Like this his bare back was revealed to Klink, and the Kommandant took a sharp breath as he recognized that there were still some lashes left which were treated with stitches. Others had closed enough to heal further without being supported by the medical yarn any longer. A few little spots had bled after Wilson had removed the stitches, but there seemed to be no inflammation at least.
Hogan turned around again and was about to slip into his pajama top, as he met the older man's eyes which were shining with sympathy. "Don't worry, Will," he said softly. "Wilson said that everything is healing nicely."
Klink nodded slowly. "Yet you need further treatment with the ointment."
"It's a little bit complicated with Wilson not here to do it," Hogan shrugged.
"I'll help you," Klink offered without a second thought. "I wash your back and put the balm on the injuries, before I re-wrap the bandages. I'm no medic, but I think I can manage this easy task."
For a long moment, Hogan only blinked at him. If Klink were to put the balm on his back, then he would have to touch him in a way that was… very intimate. Not that he would mind – and this, especially, shook him. The mere thought of feeling those long elegant fingers on his naked skin sent pleasant shivers down his back and sped up his pulse. He gulped; reminding himself that all this would be out of medical reasons and nothing more!
Clearing his throat, Hogan answered quietly, "You told me that you wanted to become a doctor, so I do trust you with bandaging me up. But do you really want to…"
"Hogan, I'm really able to do some basic medical treatments. Just let good old Willie help you," Klink interrupted him – and Hogan had to laugh. Sometimes the Oberst showed a good portion of humor.
Klink went into the bathroom and shortly later returned with the can, washcloth and towel in hand. Hogan once again turned his back towards the Kommandant; feeling an odd tension rising in him.
"I'll be careful – promise," Klink murmured, while he all of sudden became aware of the fact that he was about to wash Robert's back – and touch him in a way that was certainly casual for a member of the medical staff, but not for a love-struck man who was head-over-heels for the patient. He felt his mouth go dry as he lifted the washcloth and cautiously began to wash the dry blood spots from the colonel's back, before he softly dried the skin with the towel. He placed both on the nightstand and gripped for the can with the medical ointment, while his gaze wandered side-wards, to Hogan.
The American had lowered his head and had closed his eyes. His breath was a little bit uneven and his body was stiff, yet Klink somehow knew that these reactions weren't because Hogan was in pain or feared getting hurt. This here was out of another reason. Somehow the atmosphere around them began to change – something was building up just like two evenings prior. Something that made Klink's pulse quicken and woke an anticipation he was almost ashamed of. Hogan was in need of medical care, and he – Wilhelm Klink – could only think of the fact that he would be touching the younger man's bare skin in a few seconds. This was… not right.
Getting a small portion of the ointment on his fingers, he placed the can back on the nightstand, took a deep breath – 'Calm down, Wilhelm, this is outrageous – and dishonorable!' – tested the balm a little bit by rubbing his fingers together and raised his hands to the colonel's shoulders.
Hogan pressed his eyes shut more firmly, as a bolt of pure energy seemed to race through him at the first contact; something that had never happened before. He could feel his own heart beating hard against his ribs, and he was unable to suppress the shiver that ran through him. The fingertips moved with utter care along the healing gashes – soft like feathers and gentle like the breath of wind – yet Hogan was overly aware of the touches, which began to spread heat beneath his skin.
Moistening his lips, he tried to regain some control. This here was laughable at best. Klink was giving him medical attention that demanded him to rub some damn ointment on his healing wounds, and he was getting a new fit of lust for the other man. That was… unacceptable.
Yet he couldn't change it. As Klink put some more balm on his hands and started to slather it carefully over his whole back, it was like the gentle fondling of a lover – and it reminded him far too much of those wet, forbidden dreams which had been haunting him for nights now. Hogan felt tremors running through his whole body, while his loins tightened. Trying to breathe more evenly and to ignore the desire awakening more and more, he prayed that this sweet torment would be over soon – or he would be doing something that would change everything.
Behind him Klink's attempt to stay professional was greatly challenged. He knew that he had made a terrible mistake to offer Hogan this kind of medical care the moment his hands had touched the younger man's velvety skin. He didn't mind the ugly bruises and scabs. The skin was nevertheless soft like silk, warm like being sun-kissed and practically begging to be caressed.
Then he felt it: There were quivers and goosebumps beneath his palms while his ears caught Robert's hitched breaths.
He held his own breath for a moment.
Could it be – that Robert returned his feelings? Could those soft shivers and uneven breaths be signals of rising desire? Were those hours, in which Robert snuggled closer to him in sleep, indications of some deeper running affection moving his subconscious? Was there the tiniest chance that his counterpart wanted him like he, Wilhelm Klink, yearned for him?
He didn't dare hope – and yet hope flared up in him like a darting flame.
He didn't know from where he took the courage to face the fulfillment or end of all his covert dreams, as he murmured, "Turn around."
He heard how Hogan took a deep breath and saw him hesitating. The colonel's hands closed into fists as he obviously tried to regain composure.
'Oh no, Love, I want to see you NOW – with your emotions lying open!' Klink thought, gently cupped both of the American's upper arms and turned him around.
Hogan had his face lowered, but as he had to obey the gentle pressure, he looked up.
Their eyes met – and time stood still.
Fire!
That was what Klink saw in the younger man's brown orbs.
A wildfire that spoke of naked hunger, unfulfilled need and barely suppressed passion. It seemed to radiate in hot waves from Robert, danced in invisible sparks through the air and reached for the older man.
Will felt his mouth going even more dry, while blood surged in his ears. A shiver ran down his spine and headed to his loins. Heat spread through his body, mind and soul, tore at the wall he had built around himself and sank with scorching claws into his control, while only one sane thought echoed in him:
Robert wanted him!
There was no mistake possible. One look in those burning eyes and he knew that his greatest and most secret wish had come true. This beautiful, brave, indomitable, wild man with the charm and the impish smirk of a boy, the mind of a genius and the recklessness of an adventurer wanted him!
The mere thought made him dizzy. What he had yearned for, since the moment Hogan stepped for the very first time through the door of his office, had become real. Robert had developed feelings for him which weren't platonic.
Klink moistened his lips and watched how those blazing eyes followed the tiny movement. Fervor rushed through his veins, while he hardened even more. His so carefully established barrier that had offered him a place to hide his true self was falling into ruins as the flames grew higher – and Will knew that he was lost. There was no chance to turn the wheel; fate had finally caught up with him. Even if a part of him knew that he should bring some distance between him and his senior POW – that he couldn't allow them both to live out what had built up between them during the last years – he was unable to do what every responsible officer would have done. The hunger was too strong and too desperate.
"Robert…" It was nothing more than a whisper, but it was enough to release the storm.
Hogan's eyes widened for a second and a low growl escaped his throat – these were the only warnings Klink got. In the next second a strong hand was wrapped around his neck and hungry lips crashed down on his.
For a few seconds Klink turned into a pillar of salt. His mind was almost unable to comprehend what was going on – that Robert was really kissing him! The shock of finally being granted the fulfillment of his greatest wish, paralyzed him and shut off his mind. He felt the soft touch of his beloved's tongue demanding entrance, and another breath of heat spread from his mouth through his body.
Hungrily, he opened his lips and sighed as Hogan instantly used the chance given to deepen the kiss. He tasted herbs and a manly sweetness as Robert's tongue darted around; exploring, teasing… Just like the tempest the American so often was during other occasions.
And it was enough to let a tidal wave explode in Will that tore down the last remnants of his control.
Without his conscious doing, Klink snaked both arms around the younger man in front of him and pulled him flush against his body; starved for any physical proximity he could get from the one he loved. A moan vibrated in his throat as he felt the hard, hot proof of Robert's desire pressing against his own, which told him that everything he yearned for was real. His hands stroked over Hogan's back – one up to his head to bury his fingers in the thick, soft, dark strands to turn Robert's head enough to give him better access to this witty mouth.
No longer passive, Will returned the kiss hungrily – their tongues entwining in one of the oldest and most intimate battles of the human race. Letting his other hand wander over Robert's back, he cupped one of the younger man's buttocks and pressed him even closer to him; taking over the lead now. He drank in the groan he was able to elicit from Rob, while he felt his beloved melting into him. Hogan shuddered; his arms slid around Will – clinging to him for dear life, while their mouths still devoured each other in an endless duel of freed passion.
Hogan's mind had stopped working. The moment he had met Will's gaze and had seen the naked desire in the older man's eyes while Klink whispered his name like a prayer, his control had snapped. The nights filled with lustful dreams which left him lonely and hungry for more, the haunting curiosity to experience the taboo, the gentle displays of Will's affection for him, the allure of the forbidden yearning, the suppression of increasing longings – this was all finally too much. He didn't care that he was overstepping all limits and breaking dozens of laws. The only thing that mattered was this burning wish to be as close to Will as possible. He wanted to taste him, to feel those long elegant fingers on his own body and to still this lust that had been driving him crazy for many days and nights now.
At first, after he had dared to think closer about this forbidden want, he had been curious, but nothing had prepared him for what went through him the moment his lips touched Will's. Fire was running through his veins and clenched in his belly in an almost desperate way. His last resolve burnt to ashes, as their kiss deepened. Will tasted of sandalwood, herbs and honey – a strange but absolutely delicious flavor Hogan feared he would be addicted to. He trembled as Will pulled him against himself. He could feel the older man's iron-hard member pressing against his own – and sheer greed woke in him. Those long fingers slipped into his hair, forced his head into a position that granted Will a better access to his mouth – and then it was no longer him who was the lead.
The older man seemed to envelop him whole, while Will conquered his mouth. The monocle slipped away unnoticed, contrary to everything else. Those slender hands held Rob strongly and pulled him even closer; those long arms encircled him like belts made of steel; the other man's heart beat hard against his own.
For the first time ever it wasn't him who controlled the beginning of an intimate event. For the first time ever he was held by someone equally strong. For the first time ever he knew that he could let go completely – and it inflamed his desire even more. He felt his knees go weak and wrapped both arms around his soon-to-be-lover; holding onto him like a lifeline.
Another deep growl rumbled in Klink's chest and sent shivers through Robert's whole being – shivers of anticipation and pure lust.
The need to breathe made them tear their mouths apart finally, but before Hogan could only say a word, this soft, warm mouth was pressed against his throat – beneath his ear, just exactly there where one of his most sensitive spots were. He gasped and wasn't aware that his head fell back or that he had closed his eyes. These gentle lips began to nip and suck at his skin, turning him into a puddle of nerves, before he felt this clever tongue snake out and lick him.
Neither his dreams nor any fantasy were comparable to the reality. Pure energy bolted from his throat to his already painfully throbbing member, and instinctively his fingers clawed into the older man's shirt.
"Oh… GOD!"
The groan escaped him without him even realizing he'd spoken. His breath was heavy and he wasn't aware of himself moving against Will, as his body took over control – increasing his desire.
Will was in heaven. Having the love of his life in his arms, finally, feeling and tasting him, listening to the soft moans and knowing that he was the reason for them, swept aside any sane thought.
Klink gasped as Hogan suddenly turned them around and moved backwards to the bed. Kneeling backwards down on the mattress, Robert tried to pull the older man with him, who interrupted the sweet torture for a moment.
"Your back – your broken ribs. We have to be careful," Will whispered in Rob's ear; his worry for his beloved's condition present even in his lustful state.
"I do not care!" Hogan hissed and let himself fall backwards; leaving Klink no other choice than to follow him. There was no going back now. They had lost the battle against their feelings. They would both find no peace until this raging desire for each other would be fulfilled. And they both knew it.
With a predatory expression on his face and surrendering to fate, Will slipped over Robert, braced both underarms beside him, bent down and attacked his mouth again. The younger man's arms were within a second around Klink again; his fingers began to explore the muscles beneath the white cotton of the shirt. Feeling Will's weight pressing the lower part of his body into the mattress, while Klink obviously made sure not to hurt his sore chest and back, sent a short wave of gratitude through Robert that was quickly devoured by the passion that stormed through him.
Shifting his weight to the left to take the pressure off Hogan's broken ribs, Will let his other hand wander over his beloved's side – feather-like caresses which heightened the anticipation. Slipping his fingers into Klink's short hackles, Robert relished in the tenderness shown, yet he wanted more. Arching up, he gripped the older man's butt with one hand and pressed it down while he wriggled against him. Will gasped into his mouth and lifted his head.
"You're playing with fire," he warned him hoarsely, which only got him a "Good!" as an answer.
"As you wish," Will growled. With a gleam in his eyes, he bent down and began to trail hot kisses down his lover's bare chest; smiling into the soft skin as he felt the goosebumps under his lips. He had wished for this – the chance to kiss better every bruised spot Robert sported. And now he'd gotten it.
Tenderly, he breathed open-mouthed kisses into the soft, sore skin, licked over the scabs and worshipped every healed place. He felt Robert's quick heart-beat beneath his lips, heard him sigh and moan, and a mixture of deep love and triumph washed through him.
He had him! Finally he had his beloved troublemaker writhing and trembling beneath him; shaking with passion. This wasn't only a dream come true, this was paradise!
Robert panted in pleasure as his lover's lips closed around one nipple. God, in sleep he had imagined it, but the reality was so much better. He'd had his share of lovers in the past – all female, all passionate yet tender. Will was more aggressive, more demanding, but he was also utterly gentle and was giving more than he took. It was a whole new experience and it elicited a craving within the American that was unexpected in its intensity.
He felt himself melt under this warm, fondling hand, this hot mouth and the hard lean body above him. His hands wandered restlessly over Will's back, but it wasn't enough. He wanted to touch the other man's skin – hell, he needed it!
"Too many… clothes," he gritted out the same moment Will softly bit down. A throaty gasp escaped Rob and for a second he almost saw stars. Fighting for breath, he simply tore at his lover's shirt. "Want… to feel you completely," he whispered; his voice hoarse with desire.
Klink smiled into the human velvet beneath his mouth, looked up and another bolt of heat ran through his body as he saw the naked avidity in those brown eyes. Rob's lips were swollen from the kisses, his face was flushed beneath the bruises, a thin layer of sweat shimmered on his forehead and his broad chest moved with heaving breaths. Will had known that the younger man was a passionate being, but this wildness surpassed every dream he had.
Kneeling up on the mattress, Klink unbuttoned his shirt under Hogan's needy gaze. It seemed to be impossible, but the view of his lover watching him undress turned him on even more. And that Robert Hogan could easily lose patience was proved moments later, as the younger man gripped for the seams of the shirt and simply ripped the last buttons open – sending them flying through the air.
Usually the Oberst would have cursed – everything was rationed now in Germany, even some damn buttons! – but in this case he didn't care. If anything he felt fond amusement spread through his lust-filled mind at Rob's eagerness before it made room for another wave of fervor, as Robert sat up, helped him out of the long-sleeve undershirt, cupped his hips with both hands and pressed his open mouth against his chest. The contact was nothing like he had ever felt before. Klink had had some male lovers when he was younger, but it had been fleeting liaisons – the risk of being caught had always been too great to let their relationship grow into more than some sexual games.
This here was different – something completely new. He LOVED his American troublemaker with everything he was. And to be finally able to express his feelings physically and to exchange affection showed him how poor the other liaisons had been.
His knees went weak as Robert's hands wandered up along his sides only to caress his back with curious fingers. The lips on his chest moved; hot breath danced over his skin before this clever, witty tongue began to leave wet traces on his skin. Instinctively he buried both hands in those black-brown strands and bent down; pressing a kiss on this tousled shock of hair. He smelled of shampoo and the ointment, mixed with Hogan's own unique scent, and he sighed in pleasure as Rob's mouth began to explore his chest even more.
Robert couldn't get enough of the scent and taste that was pure Will. He had seen Klink's upper body bare before and knew about the few fine hairs in the middle of his chest and the long thin scar that was on his right side. And never in a million years had he thought that feeling these things beneath his tongue and lips would wake such want in him. But exactly this was happening. Wilhelm's waist was slim, his body lean and slender, his muscles didn't speak of training and sports, yet they were firm and plain – and exploring a male body and having it pressed against his own was utterly new to him, which woke some more curiosity in his passion-fogged mind.
Time seemed to lose all its meaning, as both men delved into learning about each other's body and most sensitive spots. The air was filled with soft sighs and quiet moans, while hands wandered over naked skin and mouths savored the other one's taste.
Hogan was dizzy with need; his loins throbbed with unfulfilled desire, his stone hard member burnt with painful pleasure. Acting without any sane thought, he rubbed against his lover who still knelt above him; silently pleading for more.
"Lie down," Will murmured in his ear; his voice husky. He knew exactly what the younger man needed.
Not thinking twice, Robert obeyed – instinctively trusting his German counterpart to take the lead. This here was completely new territory for him; something he had no real experience with, and he was confident in Wilhelm to show him what to do.
The older man shifted a little bit and stroked Rob's pajama pants and underwear down his waist – freeing the American's angry red member that proudly pointed to the ceiling. Robert groaned in relief and lifted his legs to make it easier for Klink to strip the last remaining clothes off him.
Will looked down. He took in the dark hair that sheltered his beloved's most sensitive part of the body; took in the long large shaft that shimmered with precum – and licked his lips. With male pride he watched how this little gesture was enough to elicit a strong reaction from Hogan whose member twitched while a low growl rumbled in his throat.
Robert felt sweat breaking out on his forehead; the air was suddenly far too warm around them. The view of how Will watched his most intimate part with cloudy, lustful eyes and licked his lips in anticipation drove the younger man almost crazy.
His dreams…
Those damn, forbidden, lustful dreams, which had robbed him of nights' rest and had made him come in the bathroom like a teenager, were about to come true. And waiting for it was a sweet torment he couldn't bear any longer.
"Please!" he whispered; not caring that he was begging.
This gentle plea was Will's undoing. Gripping Rob's hips tenderly between his hands, he let them wander down over the outer sides of his thighs, while he bent down and blew softly against his lover's most vulnerable part. Robert gasped and arched up, and as Will repeated the teasing, the American swore beneath his uneven breath. God, this was torture! An exquisite torture, but torture nonetheless.
"Will… Dammit, please… Don't… let me wait… any longer," he gritted out; his ability to speak had been reduced to a breathless stammering.
Sliding down towards the bed-end, Will placed himself between Rob's spread legs. Taking his beloved's waist in his hands again, he leant down and…
And the world around ceased to exist.
The moment Wilhelm let his tongue glide along the hard shaft and tasted the salty essence that was pure Robert – and heard the soft outcry of his lover – he knew that he would never want someone else like he wanted this one man. Without further delay he opened his mouth to give his beloved the ultimate fondling possible.
Rob was lost in sensation. The instant that sinful mouth engulfed him and those gentle lips closed around him, a shout of pure bliss rose from the depths of his being, a shout which he was able to muffle in the very last second by slapping a hand over his mouth. The walls were made of wood and therefore anything but sound-proof when it came to loud noises.
And then any last sane thought was burnt in the flames of lust which closed around him.
Yes, he had had blowjobs before, but nothing was comparable to this, here. The strong hands holding him still as his body wriggled in pleasure, the hot breath that found its way through the dark nest of his pubic hair, this firm tongue on his most vulnerable part, the mere thought of WHO was giving him this pleasure – it was almost too much.
Eyes tightly closed, fingers clawing now into the sheets beneath him, heartbeat dangerously quick and breath far too heavy, Robert lay there helpless; unable to do anything else than fly in this storm of passion. Flames flickered through his veins and tremors rippled beneath his skin, while the pressure in his loins grew and grew.
Lifting his head he looked down along himself, just like he had done in his dream after which he lost the most of his control for the first time – and met those blue eyes which glowed with an inner fire he had never seen before. The sight of himself vanishing in this usually so talkative mouth was about to push him over the edge. His hands reached out, his fingers combed into the ring of soft hair, while he braced his feet into the mattress and bucked up. He felt the sensation building – how the pleasure was beginning to overwhelm him.
And then this wicked mouth set him free and cold air prickled on his over-sensible shaft.
"NO!" The throaty outcry was laden with desperate need, while Rob tried to grip for his lover, who sat up.
"Sh-sh, Rob, let me get out of my pants – and I promise you something even better," Will rasped, while he opened his trousers and stripped off the remainder of his clothes. With almost wild eyes Robert watched him; sweat pearled on his forehead and built a soft sheet on his upper body.
"Please," he whispered; giving a damn about the fact that he was really begging for the first time in his life. He was on the edge of ecstasy and he would surely turn insane if he couldn't feel his lover again within the next seconds.
Will didn't hesitate. The moment he was sans clothes, he slipped completely over the younger man's body, who instantly wrapped both arms and even one leg around him – preventing him like this from slipping away again. Both men moaned as their shafts touched each other and driven by pure instincts, Rob began to move against the older man in desperate search for release.
Slipping one of his hands beneath their wriggling bodies, Will enveloped them both with long fingers – gave them the chance to move in the oldest dance of the world while rubbing against each other.
The sounds that escaped Robert were an almost inhuman mixture of growls and whimpers, and Will had to suppress a shout, as the younger man lifted his head and bit him in the juncture between neck and shoulder – not hard enough to draw blood, but strong enough to leave a hickey that would last for days.
Using the chance, Will slipped his other arm under Robert's neck and buried his own face at his beloved's throat, while he felt the younger man's nails raking over his back. It heightened his lust even more and, hungrily, he sucked and nibbled at the tender skin beneath his mouth, while he squeezed Rob's and his own members in unison.
Robert had been lost in the beginning spiral of fulfillment – and as Will teased the tender spot on his throat with blunt teeth, while his long fingers closed with even greater strength around both their most vulnerable parts, his last remaining shred of control slipped away.
The sensations, the feelings, the knowledge with whom they were together – this was all too much for both of them.
The fire closed up on the two lovers, enveloped them, took them with it upwards in a spiral from which there was no escape anymore. Clinging to each other they shouted into the other one's skin as waves of ecstasy closed over them and took them away to a realm beyond the world, where nothing else existed than bliss in its purest form.
Everything around them seemed to explode into millions of glowing pieces, while they came long and hard – the built up hidden desire and suppressed yearning for each other were finally released, and left them breathless and utterly spent; overwhelmed by their feelings, which were echoing deep in their souls…
TBC…
Still there, or have you all melted away? I warned you that it will be hot, tenderly but also passionate – and the night of our two 'boys' isn't over yet. After the big storm of fire they went through, feelings of wonder, content and confusion have to follow. And of all this the next chapter will tell you.
I hope, the big moment in which our two colonels came finally together, is like you imagined it. Yes, the final 'union' has still to come, but the first steps have been done. And for someone, who never thought that he could feel for another guy something like this, this hour was a large step for Hogan – and he still has strange path to walk. Yet, of course, Hogan being Hogan, he never backs off of something, especially when his curiosity has been awoken or he wants something. And this time this 'something' has nothing to do with a mission, but with his own feelings.
So, the next chapter will tell of the 'aftermath', and it will be fluffy and sweet.
Hopefully you liked this chapter and this time I really 'dying' to know what you think of it.
Have a nice start into the next week,
Love
Yours Starflight
