Innocent Eyes 1/?
Title: Innocent Eyes 1/?
Pairing: Snafu/Sledge
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is based off the actors’ characters in The Pacific, not the legitimate men that fought in WWII. This is a work of
fiction, from my own mind and thoughts.
Warnings: No spoilers as of now
A/N: Sorry for any grammatical errors, or anything that seems strange. You can always point them out to me whenever.
Summary: Snafu didn’t know why. He didn’t know why every time Sledge was near, he wanted to be around him. Not just around, but close. Touching. Feeling. He didn’t know why, but he didn’t care. But would Sledge?
Snafu was lying on his cot, his sheets barely covering his body, sticking to him wherever they touched his bare, sweat drenched skin. It was hot outside, yet cooler than the normal afternoon.
Flies were everywhere, but he didn't even so much as blink when on landed on his face.
No, his eyes were wide open as he stared across the room, to a red headed man nicknamed Sledgehammer, who was laying peacefully in his cot, fast asleep. His best, and one of his only friends that he had made through this hell on earth. Snafu had been like this most of the night, for some reason, entranced in the way Sledge slept, the way he looked, everything.
He studied his pale white face that was turned towards him, and the moonlight was solfty reflecting from it. It looked so soft, so innocent, more than Sledge had ever seen in his entire life. He studied his soft breathing, making his chest rise up and down in soft rhythmic patterns, which Snafu had even tried to match from time to time.
Snafu's eyes slowly traveled a bit farther down his body, to where Sledge's sheets hung of his shoulder, exposing his milky white skin of his collarbone and parts of his chest. He feel himself automatically growl, deep in his throat, as he felt this small clench in his stomach arise. Frowning to himself, he forced his eyes shut,the image of Sledge's white skin burned deep into his brain. Subconsciously, his hand started to travel down his stomach, under his dungarees, until realizing he was half hard just because of some other man's skin. He cursed at himself as he tried to calm himself down, kneading the heel of him palm into his crotch. He hurried his face into his pillow, and forcefully made his body and mind fall asleep.
The next morning was blistering hot, and Snafu was as groggy as ever. The night was, thankfully, a dreamless one, but Snafu couldn't meet Sledge's eyes for the entire day. Not to say he didn't see every other part of Sledge's body when they were exposed, but he just couldn't look at his eyes.
His eyes were so innocent, whiles Snafus brain has been sick and twisted with explicit thoughts of him. Every time Sledge turned around to face Snafu, his eyes cast downward, around, or he would fixate them on his cigarette, as if it were the most interesting thing in the world.
It continued like this for a few days, and Snafu could feel Sledge worrying more and more, and he knew that sooner ir later, he was going to ask him if something was bothering him. Every night, Snafu would stare at Sledge, his thoughts become more and more explicit as time went on. He couldn't help himself, nor did he want to.
When they had all been chowing down to lunch, Sledge plopped down beside Snafu, and stared at him.
"What do you wan' Sledgehamma'?" He asked, his lazy drawl curling around the words. His eyes were fixated on the chow in front of him, and he couldn't bring himself to look up at the soft brown eyes, boring into him.
"You been alright Snafu ?" He questioned, a bit of worry in his voice.
Snafu made a low 'Mhm' in his throat, and dug his spoon into his half assed meal, trying neither to think of the maggots in them, or the man too close to his body for his own comfort. They sat there for a while, Snafu growing steadily uncomfortable and aggravated at Sledge's worried stare.
Snafu suddenly stood up, his arm accidentally brushing against Sledge's and bolted out of the tent, not looking back even when he heard him call out his name.
That particular night, Snafu was having a bit of a hard time keeping quiet and accidentally murmured 'Sledgehammer' to himself, as he imagined the other man, flesh against flesh, eyes tightly closed shut.
Needless to say, as soon as it reached the ears of the sleeping man across the room, he was awake, his eyes snapping open. They landed first thing on Snafu, who looked like he was in pain, moaning softly to himself. Sledge quietly started to move the sheets on his body to go to roll over, until he heard his name again, this time coming out as low, soft moan.
He quickly and quietly made his way towards Snafu, eyebrows drawn together in worry. He light shook his shoulder, calling his name.
"Snaf. Snafu. Wake up!"
Snafu's eyes were immediately open, and they bolted toward Sledges hand.
"Are you alright, Snaf?" Sledge asked, concern deep in his groggy voice.
"Yeah. Jus' nightmares..." He trailed off, his shoulder feeling aflame from Sledge's firm, yet still soft touch. He tore his eyes away, and for the first time in days, looked Sledge in the eyes. He found the other's searching his face, confused, worried and curious, but still the clear brown he had seen throughout the war. Thankfully, Sledge just nodded his head in understanding and took his hand off his shoulder, not uttering a word and headed back to his bed, his feet making soft thumps against the wood.
Snafu stared at him for a moment, and rolled over, facing the other side of the bed. He silently drifted to sleep, just waiting for the call for them to wake up and move out, not wanting to think about the other man across the room at the moment