Fic: Sparkling Stars XVI: Movie Night (1/1)
Title: Sparkling Stars XVI: Movie Night (1/1)
Author: BradyGirl_12
Pairings/Characters: Wally Binghamton, Christy/Virgil, Lester Gruber
Fandom: McHale's Navy
Genres: AU, Fluff, Historical, Romance, Slavefic
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: Christy and Virgil enjoy Movie Night on the base.
Date Of Completion: January 2, 2024
Date Of Posting: JJanuary 7, 2024
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, Universal does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 1,118
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author's Notes: The incident with JFK and the shed at the end of the dock really happened. ☺️ The entire series can be found here.
"The screen flickers,
The crowd snickers,
The Silver Screen
Shines and gleams.
Popcorn noshing,
Soda sloshing,
Clap, clap, clap
It's a wrap."
The Sophisticates
"Movie Night"
DeLisle Records
1940 C.E.
Movie Night always attracted a good-sized crowd on the base. The films ranged from awful (Vampire's Revenge Revenge) to the top-notch (Sahara starting Humphrey Bogart). The movie was always an attraction if a good one, and even a clunker offered the men and women of Taratupa a taste of home. Literally, as hot buttered popcorn was offered, washed down by bottles of Coke (beer if smuggled in).
Tonight's feature was Sahara, and most PT boat crews not on patrol were gathered before the projection screen as Yeoman Tate ran the projector. Captain Binghamton was in the front row and he signaled Tate to start the movie.
The crew of the PT-73 had come over from their Island, making time with the nurses and generally enjoying themselves.
Christy and Virgil sat in the back row. Virgil was always eager to watch a movie. After being forced into slavery, movies had not been allowed. He wanted to take advantage of every opportunity to see one. Christy was happy to oblige.
They held hands, aware of a certain irony. Since Virgil was a slave, displays of affection were allowed. If he had not been a slave, any indication of romantic feelings could be punishable by dishonorable discharges, if not prison. Christy declared it a mixed-up world, though he usually used saltier language.
Right now all he and Virgil cared about was having a good time. They ate the popcorn and drank their Cokes and watched Bogie fight the Germans in North Africa.
"Man, must be tough fighting a war in the desert," said Virgil. "The heat, dust and scorpions."
"Remember we have to check our shoes for scorpions every morning," Christy said. They spoke in whispers as the movie played on. "And the heat can be hellacious."
"No dust "
"But plenty of mildew."
"Ha." Virgil's thigh brushed against Christy's.
Christy smiled. A frisky Virgil was a happy Virgil. He was glad that his friend felt comfortable enough to initiate physical intimacy. There had never been a choice when he had worked in the brothel. The war had upended a lot of things.
A few couples were necking but most of the audience was riveted by the movie. Bullets flared as the action came fast and furious. "Busman's holiday," Christy mumbled.
"Huh?"
"Watching a war movie is like a busman's holiday."
"Ah." Virgil smiled as he ate his popcorn.
It was a night for romance. The air was warm, not too sticky, and the ocean reflected the moonlight as a few clouds scuffed across the sky. The tropical breeze caressed the skin as the palm trees gently rustled.
Virgil drained his bottle of Coke and set it on the ground. His popcorn box was empty, and he set that down next to it. Christy was finishing his popcorn and took a swig of Coke.
Warm lips on his arm startled him. A slow grin spread across his face as Virgil nibbled him. Virgil's mouth moved to his lover's neck, latching onto his pulse as he skillfully pleasured Christy. The blond decided not to dwell too much on how Virgil had gained his level of skill.
Just go with it, Christopher.
Christy grabbed his head and kissed him hard on the mouth. The sounds of battle drowned out the Gunner's Mate's whimpers as Christy showed off some skills of his own, mainly of the tongue variety. Virgil's arms wrapped around Christy's waist.
Christy pushed Virgil back, the folding chair tilting precariously. He broke the kiss and licked the hollow of Virgil's throat, Virgil shivering in delight. Virgil's two shirt buttons were undone and Christy's mouth latched onto a nipple. A burst of gunfire from the screen covered Virgil's moan.
They were in shadow at the edge of the jungle. Everyone's attention was on the movie, which emboldened the lustful pair. Virgil cupped Christy's head, fingers sifting through shining curls. His hips bucked as Christy's hand slipped between his legs.
Christy detached from Virgil's nipple. "We better take this somewhere else," he rasped.
"Agreed."
They slipped away and headed for the storage shack at the end of the dock. It was unlocked and they hurried inside, pushing a full oil drum against the door. Despite the random supplies and other oil drums there was space to stretch out on the wooden floor.
Christy was on top of Virgil, unsnapping his jeans and pulling them down. Virgil's cock was ready for action and Christy kneaded and squeezed it as Virgil moaned. He came with a final thrust, Christy nipping at his neck.
"Your turn," Christy rasped as he placed the tip of the cock on Virgil's lips. Virgil eagerly opened his mouth and took Christy in. "Uhh," Christy moaned.
It was fortunate that they had blocked the door. Footsteps sounded on the wooden dock. Christy came, his body shuddering. Virgil's fingers dug into Christy's thighs as he swallowed.
Christy detached and curled up on top of Virgil as the footsteps faded away.
"Sightseer," Christy smirked.
Virgil laughed. He looked around the small shed. "They slapped this together pretty well after Lieutenant Kennedy plowed into it with the 109."
"That was a pretty big spectacle," Christy chuckled. "Pow!"
They enjoyed a good laugh. Christy gently laid a hand on Virgil's chest. Virgil's eyes were shining and he shifted his hips.
"Should we get back?" he asked.
Christy let out a mock sigh. "I guess we better."
They cleaned up the best they could and put themselves together. Virgil put his fallen sailor cap back on. Christy got to his feet and pushed the oil drum aside and opened the door a crack.
"Coast is clear."
Virgil snapped his jeans closed and followed Christy out of the shack.
They managed to get back to their seats and watched the rest of the movie. As the end credits rolled, the audience applauded. The film reel came to an end, flipping like playing cards in the spokes of a bicycle wheel. People got up and stretched.
Gruber came over to the back row. "You guys see everything all right?"
"Sure, why not?" Christy asked.
"Well, this is like the equivalent of a balcony. Great for privacy," Gruber smirked.
"Ha, ha."
Gruber sing-songed quietly, "Somebody got some." He laughed as he walked away.
"Not much gets by Lester," said Virgil.
"He knows all the angles. Takes one to know one. C'mon, cheap date," Christy said as he stood up. He took Virgil's hand and the Gunner's Mate rose, squeezed Christy's hand, and smiled. They headed for the PT-73.
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