FANFIC: Let it will be (Band of Brothers)
Title: Let it will be
Fandom: Band of Brothers
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Cobb/Liebgott
Prompt: 051: games
Rating: M
Warnings/Spoilers: Man on man, slash
Disclaimer: I think we all know by now I don’t own BoB, or any of its characters.
A/N: A little fanfiction for Katherine, who gave me the plot bunny for this, by saying Cobb and Liebgott were touching legs while we were watching it xD
Let it will be
It started with the feet.
They’d be in the dinner hall in Toccoa, eating the sludge they called food, when Liebgott’s foot would gently brush Cobb’s ankle.
Roy would pause, hesitate, look up and see him smirking at him from across the table. Then, it would be Cobb’s turn.
He let his foot drag slowly up Liebgott’s leg, until it reached his inner thigh. And then, by bad luck, it was time for them to go and change for Currahee.
They didn’t touch again until Aldbourne.
In the pub, Joe moved to stand beside Cobb. They didn’t hide; that would look too obvious. Instead, they were stood in the middle with the drinkers.
That’s when it started with the hands. Liebgott let one hand touch the fist of Roy’s, his fingers running slowly up his arm, causing goosebumps to rise.
His fingers got to his elbow and he squeezed it gently; surprisingly gently for the reputation both men had.
They didn’t touch until Holland.
It was night-time; a cool night; a cloudy night. Everyone’s minds were on Bull, so none noticed the two slip off into the night.
That’s when it started with the torso. Roy pulled Joe closer; roughly; yanking him to his chest. His hands went from his shoulders and down. They wasted no time. Liebgott’s zipper undone.
Joe gave a smile seldom seen and Cobb covered it with his own. Tongues battled and low moans were smothered by lips and hands.
Cobb was pushed into the dirt, biting grass, eyes squeezed as he felt a pleasure that burned; that scolded and made him ache. But he took it. He took it as Liebgott ran his hand over his back, leaning forward to bite his shoulder.
And pump and thrust and burst.
Oh, and groan and it was almost magical.
And it had all started with the feet.
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