Copyright 2023 -- Daemon D. Hart
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Sucking It Up is a companion story for In It For Life (the sequel to Prison Island). For people who have already read the two other stories, published here, on Nifty, it's about Mouse's life in the army, how he got to know captain Reynolds and other people. There will be some intersections with the main storyline from In It For Life, but it will be mainly about Mouse and how he uses his mouth to make friends while serving the country.
You can find Prison Island, here on Nifty, at this link: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/prison-island/
And In It For Life, here: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/in-it-for-life/
Sucking It Up
That was definitely not how he had imagined this particular sortie. They were actually out to gather information, since the captain had considered Jordan good enough to go on a little mission that would demand some brain power, not only brawn. Mouse suspected that their commanding officer actually wanted to gauge Jordan's ability for critical thinking. The problem was that Jordan couldn't care less about that, as he was way too busy giving Ryan the evil eye over the table. That kind of thing could cost Jordan a promotion, that in case he actually wanted one.
"I'm going to take a leak," he said and got to his feet. "Jordan, you look like you could empty your bladder, too," he added bluntly.
Both Jordan and Ryan looked at him with questions in their eyes. They were in a small bar catering to troops and expats, and Mouse knew that their contact wouldn't be there for another hour at least, after he had questioned the bartender, a guy who knew all the ins and outs of what was going on there. So far, they had only spent their time at a table, drinking beer after beer.
Jordan stood lazily to his feet. "Wanna suck my cock or something?"
"You wish," Mouse snorted. "I'm done with sucking off your lot."
"You are?" Ryan asked timidly. "But--"
"If he said he's done, he's done," Jordan cut him off and gave him a hard stare.
Ryan put his chin up in defiance. Fuck, Mouse thought, these two were really stupid tonight. They were two hotheads and needed to chill. Mouse pushed open the bathroom door, checked the stalls and then turned toward Jordan. "Now, tell me, fucker, do you understand why the captain gave us this mission? There are other people at the unit, a lot more qualified, if you didn't get it."
Jordan shrugged and took out his cock, heading for one of the urinals. He let the stream of piss hit the urinal and groaned in satisfaction. Mouse tsked and shook his head. "The captain thinks you have it in you to be more than just a grunt. He's giving you a chance. Are you going to blow it?"
"You don't fucking understand," Jordan bristled. "You got all those boyfriends of yours or whatever, and someone in that whole unit gives you all the dick you want, but it's not like that for me."
"Is this still about you and Ryan? For fuck's sake, get it together, man. Aren't you straight or something?"
"So what?" Jordan said aggressively and shook his cock for the last drops of piss, then put it away. "Blue balls are blue balls, regardless. I want to fuck Ryan, only that the fucking slut doesn't want to put out."
"I heard him loud and clear. He wants you to fuck him, fuck if I know why, but he's cautious, because that's not the kind of thing you flaunt around."
"Cautious, my ass. He's acting like a chick."
Mouse rubbed his forehead and grimaced. "Well, think whatever you want. But the captain won't give you a second chance. Consider yourself warned."
He made a move but Jordan stopped him by grabbing his arm. "It's fucking weird, man." There was so much intensity in his eyes that Mouse stopped. "I can't take him out of my head. All I can think of, day and night, is how to--" Jordan pursed his lips and looked away.
Mouse thought he understood what that was all about. "You like Ryan," he pointed out.
Jordan nodded and his entire face scrunched up, as if he was in pain. "Yeah," he exhaled. "I like him a great deal."
"So, tell him that. If it's only the fucking, you'll burn through it, eventually."
"It's not," Jordan shot back at him. He let go of Mouse and caught his head in his hands. "What the fuck is going on? I only fucked chicks before. And now, I only want to fuck him. I can't even think of tits and pussy when I jerk off. Only him."
Mouse grabbed Jordan's shoulder and shook him. "So, you have the hots for him."
"Easy for you to say," Jordan said. "You know what's what, with you, and those boyfriends of yours, or whatever. I don't."
"Trust me, there's nothing easy about my whole arrangement with my boyfriends, as you call them. First of all, they're married to each other."
"Yeah, I heard that," Jordan said, looking down. "How's that working for them? Doesn't everyone give them shit for it?"
"It's working. They love each other," Mouse said simply.
"But you can't be married to them," Jordan pointed out.
Damn, way to poke him where it hurt the most. "That's true."
"Aren't you jealous?"
"We were talking about you, and how you're about to blow your chances at an advancement in career because of some sweet boy pussy that you can't get out of your head," Mouse said quickly.
Jordan grinned at him. "It looks to me like you've got plenty of problems of your own. But you must understand me, man. I can't have Ryan and it drives me nuts. Just like you can't have your boyfriends that are married to each other."
"Don't be stupid. Ryan wants to be yours. It's only that he thinks you're a dick and that you're going to blow him off once you got tired of him."
"Never," Jordan said fiercely.
"That's just a word and nothing else."
Their convo was interrupted by someone walking in. They both sighed in relief when they saw that it was Ryan.
"Is the guy here?" Mouse asked.
Ryan shook his head. "Not yet. What are you two doing?"
"Nothing," Jordan said thickly.
Mouse just had had enough of that guy's denial. "Jordan told me how nuts he's about you," he said.
"About fucking my ass, you mean." Ryan shifted his weight from one foot to another.
"It's more than that," Mouse said, earning an instant grunt of disbelief from Jordan.
He walked over to one of the stalls and kicked the door open. The bar owner did a good job of keeping the place clean. It would have to do. "You two, get in here," he ordered. "You need some relationship advice in your fucking lives."
They both obeyed him, Jordan stealing glances at Ryan, and Ryan looking down with a stubborn expression on his face. Well, it was going to be a battle.
"Now," he began, once they were inside, "if it's just sex, go for it."
Ryan protested right away. "Why should I put out whenever he feels like it?"
"Because that pitched tent in your pants tells me you want to do just that. And also, Jordan here has something to say."
"Like what?" Jordan asked aggressively.
"We were talking about it when Ryan walked in. Come on, tell him what you told me, or whatever else you wanted to add to that. I'm sure there's more."
Jordan looked conflicted for a moment and then took both Mouse and Ryan by surprise when he suddenly crouched. Ryan threw Mouse a confused look and then stared down at Jordan.
"Stop gawking at me like two idiots," Jordan said through his teeth. "I can't kneel on the fucking floor. Ryan," he added and drew one deep breath, "do you want to be my wife?"
Mouse slapped his forehead and groaned in despair.
Ryan had his fists clenched and his eyes were burning when he looked at him. "Is this your idea of a fucking joke?"
Jordan looked devastated. "A joke? I can't get you out of my fucking head, day in, day out, and you think I'm kneeling on some bathroom floor for the sake of a fucking joke?"
Ryan narrowed his eyes. Mouse decided that he needed to intervene. "Forgive Jordan, Ryan. He doesn't understand how it's done. He wants to marry you, but because he's too new to this whole feeling thing, he said it wrongly."
Ryan stared nonplussed at him, and then back at Jordan. "Marry? Like for real?"
Jordan nodded, his jaw tight, and his head hung in defeat. "Yeah, asshole. For real. But I'm the guy who does the fucking, okay?"
"Ryan hasn't said yes," Mouse pointed out. "Don't be such a jerk."
"Do you really, really mean it?" Ryan insisted, apparently suffering from selective hearing all of a sudden.
Jordan stood to his feet and hovered near Ryan. He raised one hand and cupped Ryan's cheek. "I'm sorry if I don't know how to handle this shit, but I'm going crazy without you. Say yes. We'll finish our tour and then we'll tie the knot, go live somewhere no one judges us and shit."
Despite the clumsy confession coming out of Jordan's mouth, Ryan seemed elated to hear those words. "Yes, then... of course, it's yes," Ryan whispered. Jordan kissed him hard.
Mouse let out a sigh of relief. All was well when it ended well. "Good, now that you kissed and made up, let's check if our man is here."
"You go," Jordan gestured at him. "I want to make love to my future wife."
"Husband," Ryan corrected him but wrapped his arms around the other and hugged him tightly.
"What about the promotion?" Mouse asked. "You know what hangs in the balance here."
Jordan didn't look like he could care about anything else save for Ryan at the moment. "I don't want any promotion. After this tour, I'm done with army life," he said and close the stall door in Mouse's face.
Well, the guy had made his choice. Still, it was most likely that the captain still needed the information he had sent them to retrieve. While Jordan and Ryan got freaky with each other, he would have to work. He was a freaking good Samaritan, wasn't he now?
"So, Mannard and Lowes told me that you did all the work." The captain was leaning back in his chair and examining him closely.
Mouse felt squirming a bit under that pointed stare. "They were there, too," he said defensively.
"Not good enough. They both say they want to get it over with this tour and then retire from the army. Did you have a hand in this, Ahab?"
Reynolds was in his rights to be pissed. He had showed Jordan some trust, and got it thrown back in his face. It couldn't feel good. The captain was, indeed, married to army life, and that meant that he wouldn't take stuff like throwing that away for a good fuck that easily.
"It was their decision, sir."
"They seem suspiciously happy with it, too." Reynolds stood from his chair and moved around the desk.
Something of how he moved made Mouse wary of whatever the intentions the man might have. He knew he could trust him, of course, but it unnerved him not to know what Reynolds was thinking. Maybe he felt disappointed in him, and that, Mouse thought that it would hurt more than a reprimand. He wasn't in the army to spread his fag ways as that fucker Pike had put it.
"Tell me, Ahab," the captain stopped in front of him, "what are your friends up to?"
"I won't rat out on them, sir. With all due respect," Mouse hurried to add.
"Hmm. Well, it doesn't matter. They told me you opened their eyes. And now, they want to get married once they're back home."
Mouse stared at Reynolds in disbelief. He couldn't believe his ears. Those two stupid fucks. Couldn't they keep it on the down low, for fuck's sake?
"I see. The cat got your tongue." Reynolds cupped Mouse's cheek in one palm and used his thumb to caress the corner of his mouth. "They also told me you said that you no longer want to suck their cocks. Which reminds me of your promise. And of mine to you. Tonight, come to my room."
"Are you mad at me, sir?" Mouse asked, still unable to read the man and his intentions.
"Mad? No. Not at all."
"Disappointed, then? It's because of me that Jordan doesn't want a career in the army."
"I don't think it's because of you. I think it's because he got a good taste of what a top notch boy pussy feels like around his cock." The last words were whispered in his ear, making him shiver in anticipation. "You know what I mean. You did that to me, too, and I understood that silly smile on Mannard's face when I asked him for a reason."
"Sir," Mouse murmured.
"Dismissed, soldier," Reynolds said all of a sudden. "Don't forget about tonight."
Mouse walked out in a daze, not knowing exactly what to make of all that. He had expected the captain to be at least a bit upset about losing Jordan, and probably Ryan, too, to the civilian life.
He walked into the barracks and saw Jordan and Ryan sitting together on a bed and sucking each other's faces. He cleared his throat loudly and made them jump. "You two fucking fuckers," he said with a crooked smile. "You went and told the captain you're done with the army, huh?"
Jordan shrugged. "I wasn't going to keep it a secret from him. I have no intention to spend the next years sneaking about only so that I can kiss my husband." He turned his head and smiled at Ryan, who grinned all-knowingly.
It looked like the moron could be trained to say the right thing. Jordan reminded him of Karl in some ways. But he had proven a lot more malleable than that fucker.
Not that Karl wasn't getting better every day. Sure, he still was as possessive of Francesco as ever, but he was no longer that reluctant to share him. Those were some big steps for Karl. That reminded him of the bad situation his guys were in, with Karl's dad and all that. He needed to ask the captain about what he had managed to find out. And if he needed to suck the man dry as payment, he wouldn't mind doing that at all.
"Good for you," Mouse said dryly. "You two will go and buy them picket fences while I'll still be stuck here."
"Why can't you go home and be with your boyfriends?" Ryan asked, always the optimist and innocent.
"It's not that easy," Mouse said. "Well, it doesn't matter. I guess congratulations are in order, right? You better send a pic of that wedding cake."
"What? You're not going to come?" Ryan asked, looking hurt as he said the words.
"Who knows where I'll be when you two tie the knot? Better not make promises I can't keep." Mouse looked Ryan in the eye and realized on the spot why Jordan liked the guy so much. He was the kind of boy some dude was bound to fall in love with. "But I can give you two this," he added and first grabbed Jordan and kissed him sloppily on the mouth. He moved to Ryan and the little punk thought it wise to push his tongue inside Mouse's mouth so deep that Jordan had to pull them apart.
"Hey, that's my wife you're kissing," Jordan protested.
Ryan didn't say a thing about being called that. It looked like the two of them were settling for their life together even before it started. That was a good thing, and it only reminded Mouse of what he couldn't have. With all the shitty situation at home, Kekko and Karl had each other, and that counted for everything. And he was here, alone.
"Are you going to cry or something?" Jordan joked and poked him in the ribs.
He must have looked down or something for a moment there. "Yeah, fucker, weddings do that for me. I'm this close to turn on the waterworks." He offered them both a crooked smile. "So, you'll leave the army and leave me alone, too."
"You're not alone," Jordan retorted as if he knew shit. "You have captain Reynolds. You're his favorite. I swear, at this morning's drill, he only had eyes for you."
"Yeah. It made me wonder," Ryan interjected. "Did the captain give you a dicking, Mouse?"
Mouse tried to make his face as surprised as possible. "The captain? The fuck you're thinking, Peewee? You know Reynolds is not that kind of man."
Ryan shrugged. "You made Jordan gay."
"He didn't," Jordan protested. "You did."
Ryan seemed to like what he heard. He wrapped one arm tightly around his future husband. "Yeah, I guess I did," he said with a giggle.
"I'll leave you two, love birds, to enjoy each other. I have some work to do." That wasn't true. He just needed some time alone, to think of Karl and Francesco, and their fucked up situation. And about the captain, too, and what he might truly want.
The evening couldn't come faster. Mouse really hoped the captain had some dirt on Karl's dad, because when he allowed himself to think of Francesco getting fucked by that asshole, the anger he felt inside was getting a bit out of hand.
He knocked and waited to be allowed inside. Instead of that, the door opened and the captain was there, wearing only a pair of army pants and nothing else. Mouse had always taken pride in how much in control he was when it came to men and their desires. He could be calculated and ruthless, even if he enjoyed the act. Francesco didn't count; he would always be the love of his life. But this thing with captain Reynolds was messing a bit with his head. He wasn't as much in control as he wanted to be.
"Captain," he said shortly and saluted, smacking his heels together.
Reynolds grinned and pulled him inside. He was barely there that the captain planted his hungry mouth on his lips and began kissing him like crazy. Mouse could tell he was getting a bit dizzy from lack of air as that kiss was demanding and pushed him to the limit.
The captain let go of his mouth only so that he could move to his cheek, ear and neck, making him shiver. Not that he wasn't hot for Reynolds; he was. But it unsettled him to lose it so easily while in the man's arms. Did it mean that he was cheating on Francesco if he felt like that? Kekko would probably laugh if he heard him talk like that. But he couldn't be sure. The best thing he could do was to let Kekko know that he was now getting dicked by his CO. Because that seemed to be exactly where he and Reynolds were heading to.
He stopped thinking altogether as Reynolds licked his neck and took him out of his army green t-shirt. Mouse groaned as his nipples got the royal treatment. Things were supposed to go like this: he would go down on the captain, lick his balls, eat his cum, offer his ass if the man was yet to be completely satisfied, and always remain on top of the situation.
It looked like the man wanted him, and that seemed a bit alien to him. Reynolds must have sensed his confusion because he stopped. "What is it, Ahab?" he asked, looking a bit amused. "I thought you'd be all over me the moment I opened the door."
"You beat me to it, sir," Mouse replied promptly. "I thought I was here to render certain services," he added with a strained smile and made a move to catch Reynolds by his crotch.
His hand was swiftly grabbed and then pushed high over his head. "That's a problem with you, Ahab," the captain said in a hoarse sexy voice. "You think that you have to offer everything just to get a measly reward in return. I'm about to teach you differently."
Mouse looked at Reynolds surprised. "But why?"
The captain let out a chuckle that moved down Mouse's spine, leaving a pleasure trail in its wake. "Because I like you, Ahab. And I think you deserve more than just to serve an older man's cock only so that you'd be accepted."
"You're reading too much into me, captain. I'm not that complicated."
Reynolds pushed Mouse's hair back and kissed his nose. "I don't think so. I think you're very smart. And now, how about we move on to what I have learned about the senator and what we can do to take him down? What do you say?"
"We're both half naked. Can't it wait?" Mouse pointed out.
Reynolds laughed and flicked his nose playfully. "It can, but I'm about to teach you a little bit about delayed gratification. Self-imposed discipline lead men to greatness. Come on, I have many things I want to share with you."
Mouse stared at his CO in disbelief and then shook his head. Whatever this was, he could let the man lead the way. Only that there was question nagging him. "Sir, I don't even know your first name."
The captain quirked an eyebrow. "That's quite an overlook on your part, soldier."
"I didn't mean that," Mouse retorted. "Of course I know your full name. Only that I don't know how you like to be called. Unless you want me to continue to call you sir."
"That works, too. But you can call me Hank. I know, it's not the name on my desk. But it's what my family and friends call me. Should I start calling you Mouse, like your fellow soldiers?"
"I like that you call me Ahab," Mouse said. "Makes me feel kind of special."
Reynolds smiled at him. "Alright, Ahab, let's put that clever mind of yours to work."
tbc
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