Wow, sorry about the wait, but it has been hectic! I haven't gotten a chance to write lately. But, I finally have it! Thanks goes to Marie Elaine for Beta Reading this chapter.
Disclaimer: I haven't published any books; therefore, I couldn't be the renowned writer, Anthony Horowitz. Alex is his and his only.
It rained that first night. And it rained hard.
Alex had to scrunch up inside the tent so his feet wouldn't be wet and wrinkly. Alex knew they were in for torture and didn't want to be in any pain while trying to impress the sergeant. He glanced over at Tom to make sure his feet were in, but then remembered that he fit in the tent perfectly. Why was Tom the lucky one? Ah, well, they should both be good and ready in the morning. As for the others, he really didn't care. He wanted them to be sodden and wrinkly in the morning. It would hinder their performance, and leave Alex and Tom shining!
Well, they would shine anyway, but that would guarantee it! He went back to sleep with dreams of him and Tom in the SAS running amok in his head.
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"Everyone up!" The sergeant yelled. Gosh! Why couldn't this man let them sleep, instead of waking them up at this ungodly hour? "Be in the Mess Hall in ten minutes! Don't be late, or you'll regret it." Alex could hear the sneer in his voice. Ah, some things never change. He glanced over at Tom, to see him surprisingly still asleep. Man, he was a deep sleeper!
"Tom! Wake up!" He yelled in his ear, and he jumped with a start. "We have to be ready and in the Mess in ten minutes." He said a little quieter. Looking around the tent, he realized that he couldn't get dressed in this small of a space. Crap! He would have to change outside, where that gay guy from the next tent over could be watching… He had no choice.
"Tom, you can change in here." And with that, he walked out of the tent and brought out his sack. Alex dug through it for a minute and found his uniform. He scoped the area, and saw most guys were in their tents trying to get ready. One guy, probably trying to be smart, set off for a bathroom. Well, the nearest restroom was a five minute jog from where they were, and that guy was going very slowly. Oh well one down, about 42 to go. He was glad that there weren't many recruits: too much competition.
Alex stripped down as quickly as he could and fastened the buttons like an expert. He was all ready to go in one minute flat. He turned to get Tom, so they could leave, and spotted that bronze haired man again.
"Wow," he said. "You have the most spectacular body. Muscled, but not to muscled and your British accent is to die for!" He batted his eyelashes at Alex, and took a step closer. "Sure, I had fun last night, but if you were there, I don't think I could have gotten a wink of sleep." He tried to close the distance between them, but before he could get close, Alex dove back into the tent. Thank god. Tom was dressed!
"Tom, I think we have about three minutes to get there. I think we can make it if we run. You ready?" He cast a glance over at Tom, just in time to see him slipping his iPod into his pocket. That made Alex mad. "Tom! Did you not read your list?! No iPod! Besides, I believe we are doing the obstacle course today, and you don't want to be distracted. Unless you're fine with having just one eye." Tom's face broke out into a horrified expression as Alex turned around smirking. Sucker!
Then, Tom leaped in front of him, running full out in the wrong direction. This made Alex smirk even deeper. "Tom! Where in the world are you going?" He was very amused to see Tom's bewildered expression.
"Isn't the Mess Hall this way?" Tom asked, now questioning himself. Alex shook his head and ran off in the right direction, with a quite red Tom behind him.
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"And then he looked at me and said, 'if you were there, I don't think I could've gotten a wink of sleep'! Can you believe that?" Tom and Alex where both red in the face, from laughing so hard, discussing the bronzed haired mans pick-up lines. Then, Alex grew quiet and got a mischievous expression on his face. "Tom, I dare you to use the worst pick up line on that man. And see what he says. Be quick though, we only have five minutes before breakfast ends." After Tom heard the word dare, his face went pale, and got whiter by the second. Then he leaned over and shook hands with Alex.
When asked why Tom ever did such a foolish thing, he will always tell you, "A soldier isn't afraid of anything, and will never back down." Well, Tom was stupid, and didn't realize that any self respecting soldier would EVER carry out this dare, he also didn't realize that most soldiers were just a little too well trained to pee themselves the first time they were on a battleground.
Tom decided he wanted to play it up and get the most out of the situation. So, he strutted over to where the man was sitting, and, upon reaching him, flipped his short hair and sat down. "So, you're a guy huh?"
The man looked back at him. "For the most part. What's cooking, good looking? My name is Edmund, but my friends call me Eddie." He looked over at Tom as if he was waiting for a response. Tom though, was wondering what the man meant by mostly being a boy. A shudder rippled through him, but Eddie misread it. Tom had to keep on with it though, or Alex would probably strip him of his manhood.
"So, you have a boyfriend?" Tom asked him, mentally puking.
"No, but I want one." The man said, fluttering his eyelashes way too much, and too fast, like Kristen Stewart.
"Well if you want a MANfriend, call me anytime." Eddie was already blushing… Just wait 'till he heard the rest.
Tom thought for a minute. Then he leaned over really close. "So, what can I get for fifty dollars?"
Edmund looked at him and then stuttered his response. "Oh-oh! You-you can have it for free!"
Tom was taken aback. This man had no shame! "Sorry, for my outburst there, it is just that I am doing a field test on how many men have pierced nipples, and I wanted you to be my first test subject." The bronze haired man was now just staring agape. He was going to get lucky twice in one day! He should have signed up for the SAS sooner!
Tom got ready for his final line. This one was extremely crucial. Tom feigned sickness. "Hey, I don't feel too good."
Edmund looked at him curiously. "What's wrong Tommy baby?" That nickname made Tom want to hurl for real, but he stuck with it.
"I feel like I have an elephant in my stomach." Tom tried to hide the inner smirk he had coming on.
Now, Eddie was utterly confused. "What?"
Tom glanced down in his lap. "I think his trunk is already showing." Then Tom glanced up at him.
He was confused for a second, but once he got it, his eyes unabashedly stared at Tom's lap. Then, he looked up and, before Tom could protect himself, he jumped forward and kissed Tom full on the lips and grabbed his groin at the same time.
It scared Tom so much, he jumped backwards as fast as he could, and ended up knocking in to the Sergeant who was signaling the end of breakfast. It sent the Sergeant toppling over, with Tom on top of him.
Alex watched the scene unfold with extreme confusion. What in the world had Tom said? Then he saw Tom dashing to him at full speed. The bronze haired man was staring on in confusion, and the Sergeant seemed to be knocked unconscious. "What the heck did you do Tom?" Even though it was a rhetorical question, Tom couldn't answer.
Tom was too stunned at what had occurred. He had been stripped of his manhood, without Alex doing it for him. No, he had walked straight into the line of fire with a sense of naivety that he would never have again. Running into the Sergeant was practically a death sentence.... Not to mention the terrible wet sloppy kissing of that gay man...
Why hadn't he become a lawyer or something? But no... He had to go to the SAS... And now look what happened? He was scarred for life.
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