I am hiding from some beast (but the beast was always here)
Well, here's my first fic I've written in quite a long time. It's basically just a warm up fic to get my brain back in the swing of things. Hope you enjoy.
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He is a bruising kiss on chapped lips.
He is the hushed whispers is the middle of the hot, sticky island night.
He is that fear which one has when they are alone in a big house, that feeling of always being on edge.
Snafu is something that Eugene will never understand.
The first time they fucked was back on Pavuvu. The night when everyone else was entranced by the big screen, Snafu followed Eugene back to his tent. It was a desperate, sweaty mess of limbs and lips tangled together. At first Eugene had been fearful of this experienced man, this soldier who seemed to be so superior to the new recruits. Back in that tent was Eugene’s first time, not just with Snafu, but the first time.
Snafu really did like to watch the new guys sweat.
Ever since then, Snafu was always rather protective of Eugene. Even though this “protectiveness” seemed more like Snafu was just being possessive, like Eugene was his piece of newly claimed property.
This awkward relationship showed outwardly in certain, simple ways.
Helping to open a can.
Giving harsh advice about “What are you gonna do in your stocking feet when the fucking Japs bust through the line?”
Just simple things. Things that no one else would notice, save for Eugene. He knew what these gestures meant to Snafu. A reassurance that he still had influence over Eugene. That Eugene was still his.
On Peleliu, Eugene’s fear began to turn into exhilaration. With every brush of hands, every lingering touch, even when he caught Snafu watching him from a ledge, or in the shadows, Eugene’s heart would began to race.
Almost every chance he got, Snafu would sneak off to find Eugene. Those nights, those hot, dark, messy nights, with the constant threat of someone finding them embracing each other. Finding Eugene biting the inside of his cheek, holding back gasps and moans from the feeling of pressure on his insides. Finding Snafu grunting like some feral animal as he thrust inside of Eugene. Finding them reaching their climax together, kissing each other fiercely.
Finding them together, in this intimate, forbidden way.
__________________________
He is a bruising kiss on chapped lips.
He is the hushed whispers is the middle of the hot, sticky island night.
He is that fear which one has when they are alone in a big house, that feeling of always being on edge.
Snafu is something that Eugene will never understand.
The first time they fucked was back on Pavuvu. The night when everyone else was entranced by the big screen, Snafu followed Eugene back to his tent. It was a desperate, sweaty mess of limbs and lips tangled together. At first Eugene had been fearful of this experienced man, this soldier who seemed to be so superior to the new recruits. Back in that tent was Eugene’s first time, not just with Snafu, but the first time.
Snafu really did like to watch the new guys sweat.
Ever since then, Snafu was always rather protective of Eugene. Even though this “protectiveness” seemed more like Snafu was just being possessive, like Eugene was his piece of newly claimed property.
This awkward relationship showed outwardly in certain, simple ways.
Helping to open a can.
Giving harsh advice about “What are you gonna do in your stocking feet when the fucking Japs bust through the line?”
Just simple things. Things that no one else would notice, save for Eugene. He knew what these gestures meant to Snafu. A reassurance that he still had influence over Eugene. That Eugene was still his.
On Peleliu, Eugene’s fear began to turn into exhilaration. With every brush of hands, every lingering touch, even when he caught Snafu watching him from a ledge, or in the shadows, Eugene’s heart would began to race.
Almost every chance he got, Snafu would sneak off to find Eugene. Those nights, those hot, dark, messy nights, with the constant threat of someone finding them embracing each other. Finding Eugene biting the inside of his cheek, holding back gasps and moans from the feeling of pressure on his insides. Finding Snafu grunting like some feral animal as he thrust inside of Eugene. Finding them reaching their climax together, kissing each other fiercely.
Finding them together, in this intimate, forbidden way.