A/N Thank you for the positive reviews and support! I am glad that some folks are interested in this. I dont write full on slash very often but this one has been rolling around in my head lately. Please let me know what you think.
"What the fuck is wrong with you? Why are you touching my junk you weirdo? Owww!"
He was rolling around on the ground clutching his junk and whining like he and been brutalized far beyond a simple thump that had actually been far lighter than I intended, due larger in fact to my shock at finding he was sporting a hard on and obviously aroused by our fight.
"I wasn't touching your junk! I was going for a defensive strike to disable my enemy."
"Dude! What are you, a chick? Dudes don't hit other dudes in the junk! You need to fight like a man. Fuuuck! I think you killed me you little weirdo."
"If you keep calling me little, I am going to kick you while you are rolling around crying like a bitch. There is no such thing as a fair fight when your enemy has the advantage. It's going on 2200 hours and I have things to do tomorrow, so I am going to my quarters. Enjoy your evening Cullen. Make sure you are squared away and ready for class on Friday, if you still look like a sad sack and cause me problems, that will seem like a love tap."
"Wait! Where is the dorm room we are supposed to share? How do I reach you? What the hell do they mean by standards? Are you going to help me or not? Come on, Whitlock, I'll quit picking on you."
I couldn't believe I was stuck with such a mess of an individual. He was still lying on the ground like he was wounded beyond repair, and he had, in fact lost one of his goofy looking over sized shoes. I kicked it towards him and shuddered as he stuck his foot out with a grimy sock half hanging off of it, as if he expected me to put his shoe on it.
"Get your ass up, Cullen. If you expect me to show you where the room is, then you need to step it up and follow me so I can get this dog and pony show over before it gets much later. I still have things to do before I hit the rack, and they don't involve dealing with you."
"Huh…gotta iron your underwear? Practice saluting? Masturbating to the Marine Corp Hymn?"
"Do you want me to kick your ass again?"
"I didn't know you kicked it last time. As I recall you grabbed my dick and freaked out."
"Stifle it Cullen and hurry up." We walked across the campus, me moving at my regularly fast pace and him meandering along behind me.
"Okay Cullen this is the residence hall; you will need to check in with the front desk staff during business hours to get your own key. We are on the second floor in the men's wing, we have the end room which means we don't have to share the bathroom with anyone else, but the showers are communal at the end of the hall. "
"Whoa, this is nice! You have a microwave? Cool! My roommates killed ours last week and I haven't replaced it yet. So you make your bed like that every day, and fold all your laundry like that? Interesting. Where are your posters? Is this your girlfriend? Who are the chicks? They are pretty cute for chicks."
"Those are my sisters, please do not touch my things. "
"Oh really? Yeah…I can see the resemblance now. So where is your girlfriend picture?"
"I don't have one."
"Interesting."
"I haven't had time. I have been too busy to get involved with anyone, and when I was available, I was in the other side of the world in a place where there wasn't exactly a lot of time for dating."
"Soo, let me guess, you are a good little soldier but you got tired of getting shot at over by foreigners so you decided to come home and be a cop and fight the drug war where it's a little safer?"
He was asking to get his ass kicked again. This guy was an asshole who needed to be put in his place, and talking to him wasn't going to shut him up, so I decided to show him. I was getting ready to hit the rack anyway, so as he sat on what would be his bunk like he was already making himself at home, I decided to just proceed with typical routine. I unbuttoned and pulled off my shirt, revealing the scars that covered my chest and side in a jagged and gory road map.
"DUDE! What the hell?"
"I guess you could say this is part of my reason for coming back here to fight the drug war instead of staying over there and fighting, not that I had a choice anymore. Once I got out of the hospital, the Corp decided that with only one kidney and no spleen, as well as part of a lung gone, they really couldn't use me anymore, so they booted me out. I was lucky enough to finally be able to get medically cleared enough to meet standards for this department, so I am not going to let you fuck it up for me."
"Holy shit, man! What the hell? Did you get shot or what?"
"They don't follow the same rules over there that we do when it comes to fighting and how they treat the wounded. I was a medic and it was my job to try and save anyone who might be able to provide intel on troop movements. We came upon this car on the side of the road that had a guy in it that had been hit; I went up to check him out and just as I reached the door of the car, it exploded. That's all I know. I woke up a few weeks later in Germany."
He got up and came and stood over me, staring at my scars. His stupid hair flopping into his eyes like an over-grown teenagers would. He looked every bit like an over-grown teen ager, and I despaired being able to get him into shape in time to keep us out of trouble with the director, until he reached out and gently poked the largest of lumps of scar tissue and said, "I know a guy who is a great plastic surgeon, when we are through with the academy, if you don't kill me, I will make sure he fixes that for you if you want. Now, what do we need to do to keep us out of trouble and get me to these so called, 'Standards'?"
"There is a lot to go over and I'm tired. How about you come back tomorrow morning and we will start fresh and see if we can begin to get you sorted out?"
"Well, it's already 11, why don't I just crash here on my bunk tonight and that way I don't have to worry about not waking up in time an pissing you off or driving all the way back out here in the morning."
'But you don't have any bedding or gear! What will you sleep in?"
'No worries, man. I sleep naked anyway and if you will loan me a sheet, then you don't have to worry about seeing anything you don't want to see."
"You sleep naked? No! You cannot sleep naked! You have to at least wear your underwear."
"What underwear?"
"You aren't wearing underwear? That is not sanitary."
"I'm very clean."
"No, that is just not right. You have to wear underwear."
"Dude, you need to learn to relax a little. Maybe if you didn't wear underwear you would be less tense. Now, are you going to loan me a sheet or are you going to get to know me better than you should this soon?"
He pulled off his shirt and kicked off his ugly shoes, and with a salacious grin began unbuttoning his jeans.
"You wouldn't!"
"Dude, I would. I am tired too and I have no problem with my body, so unless you want to look at my fine form all night long, you should probably find me a sheet or prepare to be dazzled."
And with that he dropped his pants. True to his word, he was naked underneath his jeans. I grabbed the sheet off my own bed and threw it at him. He caught it and wrapped up in it like it was a toga, before flopping gracelessly down on the bunk in a slovenly heap.
"Don't think I didn't see you looking. It's okay, you know. It is pretty spectacular."
"I didn't look!"
"Riiiight, sure you didn't. It's okay. Good night Whitlock."
I awoke early the next morning to the feeling that I was being watched. I opened my eyes to find Cullen standing over me with that same goofy grin on his face.
"I was right, you do sleep at attention!"
"What the fuck is your malfunction you weirdo? Leave me alone!"
'Aww, don't be that way! Were you dreaming about me? It's okay if you did, I dreamed about you, and by the way, you might want to wash that sheet now."
"Oh my GOD! I am not GAY! Why do you think I am gay?"
"Do you know for sure you aren't gay? Do you know for sure you are straight?"
"I don't know what I am. I've never really thought about it and it's not even an issue right now. I don't have time for a social life or dating. The academy is my social life, and you should be thinking the same thing if you want to get through it. Would you please put some damn pants on and quit staring at me!"
"Does it bother you when I stare at you?"
"It's not comfortable! Now get some clothes on, I don't need to see that! Im going to go get a shower and then we will get started on the day."
"I need a shower too; do you have an extra towel?"
"Are you kidding me? Can't you wait until you get back to your apartment?"
"Probably not, I am willing to bet my roommates have used all the hot water by now. Come on; just let me use your spare towel. Ill wash it for you along with the sheet after we get done moving my stuff."
"I don't have any extra soap."
"Just give me a squirt of shampoo, I'll be fine."
"Oh good Lord, Come on then, and stay on your side of the wall."
"Are you going to shower in your underwear?"
"NO!"
"Well then why are you still wearing them? Are you ashamed? Are you a short man? It's okay if you are, there is something for everyone."
"I am not a short man! I am just fine! I just wasn't ready to go yet."
"You're bashful aren't you? I thought you were in the Marines? Aren't you guys like naked with each other all the time?"
"Will you please shut up? And NO! We aren't naked with each other all the time, I mean, it's not like that."
"Oh, I get it. You are just nervous because you think I want you or something? Dude, don't worry. I won't molest you or anything. I'll wait until you come to me."
"Will you please stop talking? Let's just get this over with. We are wasting daylight and we have to get your crap as well as see about getting you a haircut and the proper dress for class."
"Why do I have to have a haircut? I like my hair the way it is!"
"It's not to standards and it will be better for you if you get a high and tight, otherwise you will be really uncomfortable during PT."
"Is it going to have to be as short as yours?"
"Mine is actually in need of a trim as well, so it will probably end up being a little shorter as will mine. What the hell are you doing? I said you had to stay on your side of the wall!"
"I need a squirt."
"Whaa?"
"Dude! Chill out! I need some shampoo, gimme a squirt."
"Back up! Was it entirely necessary to walk up behind me like that?"
"No, but you were busy so I was just going to help myself. You were right by the way, you aren't a short man. Nice!"
It was the start of a very long day.