but I'd better not touch...

[pvt_church]

Church sits on his bed, leaning against the wall and meticulously cleaning his sniper rifle. He hums a song he used to listen to religiously, back in the days when he was first hot for Tex. Nobody would believe it now, but he wasn't really that much of a pessimist or even a bad boy until she came into the picture. He almost misses those days, but

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[thebluerookie]

Caboose walked into the quarters, Church had set up his bed on one of the frames between his and Tuckers. He was about to say hello when he got confused; Church was holding his sniper rifle, and not chains. But Caboose knew all about how everyone got mad at you if you broke chains, so Church wanted to not do it made sense, kinda.

[pvt_church]

"Yooou're poi-" Church stops short when he notices he isn't alone, and coughs. Suddenly, all kinds of embarrassment floods right the fuck back. Great. As if having to coddle him wasn't bad enough, now the rookie gets to hear him fail miserably at singing.

"Uhh... hey, rookie. Whaddya want?"

[thebluerookie]

"To be your friend, and maybe Tucker's friend. Oh and Donut's friend."

"You meant now, umm, to sit down? Tex is out on patrol so I was lonely, and you were in here, and now I am here, and now I won't be loney. Because you're here, and I'm with you."

"That is a gun, chains are made of little metal loops, Guns break less easily then chains, so you don't have to worry."

[pvt_church]

Church stops polishing the rifle and blinks a couple of times, mouthing Caboose's words to himself, and then he slaps his forehead and snorts.

"Caboose... heheh... you know, I wasn't being literal. I was singing a song."

[pvt_church]

"Everything," Church chuckles. "Where are you from? Where'd you go to school? Did you have any pets? Whatever you wanna tell me," he continues, curling up comfortably around Caboose's form. "Or we can get drunk and make out," he jokes.

[thebluerookie]

"Everything could take a long time. Can we do a little bit of one then the other?"

"I’m from River town in Nebraska, born and raised. The local school and high school there. I didn’t have any pets. I was on the wrestling team; I got invited to join so I didn’t even have to try out. I used to spend my vacations doing farm work. I went to Blue boot pretty much straight after graduation, and other then away matches that was the only time I left town. I've never had a girlfriend, except sheila, but took a lot of girls to things, because they asked me too. I kinda dated my best friend for a while. We didn't go out on dates really, just do all the stuff we always did together; just with some extra stuff. Some fun extra stuff.”

“What about you Church?”

[pvt_church]

Church thinks a little, playing with Caboose's spikes. There's not really a quick-and-dirty version of his life like that to tell. He scowls. He might as well start somewhere.

"I grew up in one of the bad parts of Houston. The houses were pretty shitty there. I was good in school for awhile, but it got boring. I dropped out of my senior year of high school because I thought Te... I thought people would think it was cool. A bunch of crap happened that I don't wanna get into, and then I went to Blue boot because the old man kicked me out. Said I was useless 'til I could learn to respect people." Church pauses for a moment. "I didn't have a lot of friends. First I was a nerd, then I was a fighter, then I was a dropout." He laughs ruefully to himself. "Man, was I ever a winner."

[thebluerookie]

Caboose was listening to Church and to his steady heart beat, it changed a bit when he was talking about that.

"But it did make you into you, and I like you. So... you kind of won me. And Tucker is your friend. And Simmons maybe. Sheila is not killing you anymore, So thats like 3 or 4 out of 8 possible friends here. You've got lots now."

He purposely left out any mention of Tex.

[pvt_church]

"No," Church murmurs plaintively, breaking the kiss. "Don't go away, not yet."

There goes calming down- he already has a feeling Caboose doesn't care how close he gets or how far they go, and by now, the last thing Church wants is to disengage. He sinks back into kissing as if he needed it more than air, and huddles further into Caboose's cradling form, pulling them closer together by the hips and involuntarily grinding into his partner's. The sensation of it makes him catch his breath and stop moving for a moment. When Caboose doesn't push him away, he grinds again, slower and more carefully this time. It feels different than it did with girls in the past- firmer and with more contact, especially since Caboose doesn't pull back from it the way a girl would. Church can definitely get used to this...

[thebluerookie]

The moment Church said that Caboose's arms returned to holding him firmly.

"That feels good Church."

Absently he mumbled as his fingers started following the contours of Church's back, letting it decided his path,

"Am I the first guy you've...?"

[pvt_church]

Church slows down and looks at Caboose, his face suddenly going blank and his eyes darkening. He has to try not to scowl- it's not like Caboose meant anything wrong by asking. Church thinks for a few seconds, picking the right words that won't fuck things up or be untrue. He rests his chin on Caboose's shoulder, stifling a sigh. "By choice, yeah."

[thebluerookie]

"Oh... I just meant that... That you, um. You're good, at this."

Caboose didn't curse very often, his family just didn't; but he'd really fucked this up.

He turned his head slightly and kissed Church's temple, the only bit of him he could really reach with that angle.

He squeezed around church's waist reflexively as he said "Church are you happy with me holding you like this, cause I can hold you differently; if its more comfortable; for you, I mean. Just tell me what you want, and I'll do it."

[pvt_church]

Church feels Caboose trying to shrug his hand off, and takes it back, throwing that arm over his eyes instead. The tongue bit almost made him jump, but he manages to regain a little control, biting his lip. It's been so insanely long since he's gotten any that this feels intimate and special again. He makes a mental note to return the favor when Caboose is done, provided nobody walks in.

[thebluerookie]

When Church’s hand lifted Caboose felt a surge of adrenalin, time to show his commander/best-friend/fuckbuddy/(maybe-lover) a really good time. Caboose knew that only beginners just go straight to sucking, summoning up the memories of his little bit of experience he knew what to do.

He slid his hand down to cup his balls, slowly rubbing them, not to firmly giving it a very safe margin. He knew from experience just how much of a turn off, not to mention painful, it could be. He licked up from the crown down along the veins, over and over, swirling his tongue at the tip on each pass.

“I’ll do it when you open your eyes.”

[pvt_church]

Church knows better than to ask this time- all he has to do is what Caboose asks, and he's okay with that. He slides his arm away from his face, lifting his head to watch. His body is still trembling in reaction to what the rookie is doing, and it's a little hard to believe he knows so much about it. Caboose never struck Church as sexual in any way at all, not even with Sheila. The whole situation is pretty mindblowing, and Church is starting to feel the kind of confusion Caboose must have been feeling when he asked if this was a dream. At least Church knows it isn't, as much as it feels like one. He smiles down at the rookie. Christ, the kid is beautiful right now.

"Do anything you want to. I'm awake," he smiles.

[thebluerookie]

“Didn’t think you’d had naptime.” mumbled caboose as he finished checking that Church was watching. It had been ages since he’d gotten to do this, he wasn’t really that experienced doing this, just with his friends; they were wrestlers, when you grope each other for hours on end something happens eventually.

Caboose closed his lips around the tip, sucking and swirling his tongue; steadily taking more and more of it into his warm wet mouth. He let Church think he’d gone as far down as he could, holding him there for a while until just before he looked like he’d gotten used to it, taking it entirely