It? What the hell was he ten? He'd been dwelling on that stupid comment for a day and a half now, ever since he'd said it. Chris tipped his head watching the back of the head of the man in front of him, half bald and smelled of shit. He'd resolved himself not to think about it while stuck in this lousy place. Whatever his feelings might have been the day before, if he didn't want this mental tryst turning into anything more than that he needed to stop it in its tracks. Piers was a twenty year old boy, and after talking with his commanding officer he'd promptly discovered why the others seemed disinclined to get to know their fellow man. It had everything to do with his abilities as a sniper. Best in the military so far as they were aware, and naturally gifted at his job, but apparently the man he was so fervently seeking, was also quite the pain in the ass. Not that Chris wasn't painfully aware of his cocky little tendencies, or the liberties he didn't mind taking against his superiors. He used those little pick ups of observation and sharp eyes to determine a man's resolve without words and once he'd decided he didn't have cause to get to know a person, he went out of his way to piss them off. It explained how he had, so without restraint, clambered into Chris' lap. He saw what was hidden there in his eyes and used it to his advantage to prove his point, that he had the upper hand. But he was wrong, Piers had been wrong. Chris wasn't one to succumb to his body even with a younger thrilling man writhing in his lap, but that was the point wasn't it. He knew the captain wouldn't move or touch him because he couldn't risk letting himself get overcome by the sensation.
People stayed away from Piers Nivans because he was dangerous. Chris shook his head, thumping his head back against the chair, staring at the ceiling, contemptuous with himself for having the thoughts dancing in his mind. He was scared of a twenty year... Running a hand through his hair, the captain grunted, slipping out of his chair and walking toward the back of the room, not allowing himself an upward glance to see where the young hawk might be sitting. Tag? As soon as he was free of the convention hall his pace hastened, canting his head one direction and then the other to search for onlookers before finding the nearest stair case. Who was he to be concerned over what a boy might do? Now that he knew what the game was he knew there wasn't much to be concerned with. Catch him first, and there wouldn't be the opportunity for him to play the same trick. The problem was finding him. It was impressive how well the sniper could hide, but it was another thing good snipers learned to do in the field. It was natural, no wonder he used it even now.
Gathering his senses, the captain let himself traverse halfway up the stairs, leveling his eyes with the top floor. If he'd had a gun he would have so much more fun with this but it was a safety convention after all, no weapons in peace time. There was that quiet again, punctuated only by a few echoing words that managed up from the microphone below, bouncing around the dome ceiling. Foot falls were swallowed up in the upper floors, but good hearing supplied him well enough and today he had the upper hand. He knew the first place to check. He was thorough, and kept low, watching across the balcony for movement while he peered around the edges of halls and passed the stairwells.
Not a trace. He was certainly good at what he he did that was for sure. Chris searched for almost two hours before finally relenting, heading back toward his seat. Everything resumed as normal, and eyes glimmered as he checked each of the balconies above without a sign of him. It was probably for the best anyway, Chris didn't need such a distraction running around in his head. A beautiful distraction though he may be. Still, the idea that he was gone left a hole where he wouldn't have expected it. Oncne the sermons of the day had been given he bemoaned himself the pleasure of stopping by the C.O. of his hiding sniper.
"I haven't seen him all day. He has a penchant for disappearing. Why?"
"Just curiosity Major that's all, haven't seen him today."
"Don't worry about it Captain, he'll turn up."
Chris snorted as soon as his back was turned, crossing his arms over his chest and ignoring the shabby looking buffet that was offered for their subjected torment. How could a commanding officer be so pleased with the fact that his rookie ace was eluding his entire unit and Chris. They probably had a tendency not to care with the way this kid treated people. With everything that had happened in the last few days it seemed that for once he had something to look forward to and now he couldn't find the gosh dang child so he could win this stupid game. Chris enjoyed the fun, despite what others thought, and even if it was some sick twisted game under the thumb of an adolescent, he still wanted to get some pleasure out of the times he wasn't forced into fighting creatures of grotesque nature. HQ was going to pay for making him suffer through his time off at this conference, particularly if he couldn't find something to do in the mean while to get this misery out of his head.
He lost taste for the company of the old shits an rookies that surrounded him after a precious few more moments, pulling away. He had other things he could be doing and right now all he really wanted was some quite. Pacing the halls he took one last track through the halls passed others doors and checking all the hidden off cubicals of space one might find a sneaky little bastard like Piers. It was possible he'd left the building entirely, his team weren't confined here, merely offered to stay unless they found somewhere else he would prefer. After the last circuit through the grounds Chris finally relented, returning down the same path that led to his own room. "Fuck." Snarls emitted from his chest as he slipped his key into the door, prying it open and slamming it behind him with a resounding thud that shook the door frame. Tearing his shirt off over his head, he threw it atop the open draw with the rest of his clothing inside. Wrestling the belt from around his waist until it too joined the pile.
"How long did you look?"
The voice cutting into the darkness. Immediately, he reached for his side arm, pulling away empty from the holster he kept with his things. Sure the convention didn't allow them but this was his room and who the hell had... "You're kidding me." Tipping his head Chris narrowed his eyes in the dark of his room, the bedside lamp flicking on, blinding shortly but after a few blinks he saw the figure stretched out on his bed, spinning his samurai edge on his finger. Piers didn't even have the courtesy to look up at him playing the muzzle of it until he came to rest against his bottom lip, a smile playing across those taunting lips. How the hell had he gotten in here? Hell that didn't matter. Throwing the holster aside he crossed the room in only two strides, reaching out and grabbing Piers by the shoulders of his shirt, yanking him up off the bed and locking his lips, melting into him.
He felt so good. His body was warm and his lips... ugh his lips were so amazing. Hands dropped the gun to the side, immediately and wounds around Chris' waist, yanking him off balance and into the bed over the young man. "You fucking tease..." His voice trailed off as mouths captured each other, tasting every corner of the wet warmth until he felt Piers tongue press into his own mouth, pulling the breath from his lungs, hands bunching the fabric at the side of his jeans until the younger man managed a hold on him. Throwing his balance and rolling them until Chris was under him, sitting up with his hips flush with Chris.' "Get back down here you fuckin' squirrel." Chris reached up to take him by the back of his neck, but Piers leaned out of his reach, running his hands playfully up thick muscled pectorals one hand skating to find his nipple, pinching it and drawing a hiss from the man beneath him. "God where did you..."
He knew touching him would ruin every semblance of restraint he'd ever had, and his body was already beaded with sweat and half erect just from his kisses alone. Those hands knew exactly what they were doing, they knew every place to touch have Chris paralyzed underneath him. Chris reached for him as he leaned down, but he batted the hand away, dipping his tongue into the hollow of his neck, sucking along the scruff, his hands urging all the more noises from below him. He felt like such a weakling, his hands and arms refusing to move underneath just a kid. His mouth had gone completely dry, his throat aching until he felt Piers rock his hips, a growl that stopped the movements all at once, curious eyes searching Chris' face before he laughed. "What's the matter Captain, forgot what we were doing here?" His voice raising goosebumps over the body below, grinding his hips down over him. "Tell me what you want."
Heat rose in Chris' countenance, color coming to his cheeks as lips parted, the words lost on him. This kid had him struggling to breath under those warm hands rubbing over his skin and those hips rocking over him sending waves of pleasure over him. He wanted nothing more than to just close his eyes and say every little thing he was hoping that he'd do, every pulse through his body as his erection strained. "Get these off me." It was the best he could manage, at the moment, but Piers obliged, his hands finding the button and zipper, raising up off his hips long enough to jerk them down almost fiercely, freeing Chris with a gasp, as he rested back over him, his cock flush against the fatigues that covered the younger man. His hands finally seemed to remember what they were for when Piers rested his own back against meaty thighs, arching his back and grinding his hips, finding the slimmer waist and pressing his body up into him. God why was this kid still wearing all his cloths, Chris wanted to see his body. He slipped hands up under the shirt still clad on Piers' body, the smooth skin like velvet under his hands until he felt the weight on his body lift, pulling away the hands that preyed on him. "What the-
"Better luck next time Captain."
"The hell you are running off!"
With a short wave the boy slipped toward the door, nodding at Chris' state. "Might want to put some clothes on before chasing after me... Or at least take care of the weeping cock of yours." With a wink he was gone, Chris' arms and legs heavy with disbelief before he banged his head back against the back of the headboard, shoving himself against the pillows and swallowing away his humiliation. He was going to kill that boy.