Fic: For those not meant to see
Title: For those not meant to see
Rating: R
Pairing: Sledge/Snafu, (Sid POV)
Word count: 905
Summary: It was weeks before he could fully look Eugene in the eye... But only days to cherish the seemingly permanent smile that Merriell Shelton had placed upon Eugene’s face.
A/N: Story based on the representations of the characters in the HBO series; not at all to reflect the real people. No offense intended. Also, this has not been beta'd so I apologise for any and all mistakes.
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For those not meant to see
Running back up the steps he had just sauntered down less than half an hour ago, Sidney Phillips cursed himself as he fiddled in his pockets for the apartment key he had been given for the week. Opening the door softly, he crept across the living room, glancing into the kitchen and frowning when he saw no Snafu. He must have gone out already. Over a quiet and bemused (on Snafu’s behalf) breakfast this morning, Snafu had mentioned, in his casual, Cajun drawl, about stepping out for some more camomile tea for Eugene to have before sleeping, due to restlessness and dreams during the night. He had frowned at the table top, muttering that it might not work but-
Hell, may as well try anyway. Eugene needs his sleep, and I hate seeing that look on his face after a particularly bad one. The war is over. I just thought…may as well…try…
-his fingers tracing grooves on the worn, wooden kitchen table. The frown on Snafu’s face had deepened, and Sid knew that it was a rare thing for him to have openly shown such a deep caring for another person.
Bad dreams. And wanting to stop the bad dreams of those you cared for. Sid could relate to that, and so had smiled and continued eating; purposefully not thinking about why and how Snafu knew so intimately about Eugene’s disturbed sleep.
Well, he obviously left soon after I did. The thought seemed forced-casual, even in his own mind; senses pricking momentarily, but for what?
Shrugging to himself, he picked up his portfolio and diary, and made to leave. A soft sound reached his ears and he paused, head turning towards the noise. In one of the bedrooms? Maybe Eugene is dreaming now, even in the early morning light…
Stepping softly down the corridor he stopped at the first open door, frowning slightly at the seemingly empty and lifeless room; despite knowing Snafu had stepped into this room to retire the previous evening.
Biting the inside of his cheek lightly, he continued on to the next bedroom, the door of which was ajar by a foot or so.
“Uhn...fuck…”
Sid stopped abruptly.
What the hell…
He peeked his head round the doorframe, eyes widening at what he saw and yet his ears had already informed him of.
His eyes traced dark curly hair, down a tanned neck and back, to white sheets which pooled around hips.
Well, I know where Snafu is. The dark thought formed and dispersed instantly; eyes drawing instead to the other part of the equation, where a pale leg was hooked over Shelton’s tanned arm; slender foot resting on hips which were rhythmically thrusting forward in an unmistakeable fashion.
Muted moans and heavy breathing, and the soft slick sound of kisses exchanged and the slide of bodies accompanied the visual of what Sid had long suspected. His best friend, Eugene Sledge, and some New Orleans ex-marine were participating in sodemy. Even more, from the looks of things, it was Eugene who was letting Snafu-
Sid shook his head and brushed that thought aside, and focused his attention once again on the bed. Watched as pale hands dug fingernails into Snafu’s neck, his back; before wrapping fully around his neck in a tender embrace.
Was Eugene always so pale?
The thought was obscenely out of place, and yet Sid couldn’t seem to stop staring at the contrast of skin between Eugene and Snafu; pale arms and pale legs gripping to the moving body above; not wanting to let go, but urging “faster, faster” all the same.
Sid started as the muscles in Snafu’s back suddenly tensed as he heaved himself up to his knees, bringing Eugene with him to straddle his lap, hips thrusting upwards as Eugene seemingly pressed down. Sid frowned, watching as Eugene panted and moaned and kissed another man as he rode him; trying to reconcile this image of a person who he had known since childhood.
“Snafu…Merriell…”
Shelton’s reply was a groan, pressing his face into Eugene’s neck, one hand reaching up to cup Eugene’s head gently.
“Snafu, please…”
Eugene begging? Sid’s eyes skittered downwards briefly before darting back up.
From his viewpoint, Shelton’s arm moved between their sinuously shifting bodies, pointy elbow moving in counterpoint to hips. Eugene’s eyes were closed, mouth slack, as he leant his forehead against the other man’s.
Sid pulled his head back round the doorway, listening to the soft hitches on every inhale of breath which he recognised as Eugene; and the deep panting of Snafu.
“Snaf-…uhn…plea-…I just, oh god…”
A breathless laugh, a “jesus-fuck” with an answering “yeah, me too” and Sid cautiously made his way out of apartment; pausing on the stairs to catch his breath and collect his thoughts. He glanced down at his fingers which were clenched tight around his portfolio and diary, consciously loosening them and welcoming the resulting ache.
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It was weeks before he could fully look Eugene in the eye.
Months before he could put his hands on Mary, and not see pale, slender limbs. Hear her soft, feminine sighs and not deep, male groans. Be gentle with her, the love of his life; and not want to thrust harshly as Snafu had.
Years before Snafu’s slow smile and half-lidded gaze didn’t put him on edge.
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But only days to cherish the seemingly permanent smile that Merriell Shelton had placed upon Eugene’s face.
END.