"Shh, Knight, shut up," Johnson shushed the chuckling brunette next to him, slapping a gloved hand over the other man's mouth. "It's the ass crack of dawn, do you know how much shit we'd be in if the commanding officer catches us?"
"Who, Jackson?" Knight murmured, voice muffled by fingers as he pressed his face down to nuzzle into the Johnson's tanned palm playfully. "Like he even cares where we are. Probably thinks we're still out on patrol." The two men were huddled outside one the rickety wooden barracks of the Mojave Outpost, leaning together in the dark. Their bodies intertwined, propped against the stairway leading to the back entrance of the building as they moved to slot against each other, embracing tightly in the dark.
Johnson smirked, moving his hand down Knight's scruffy cheek and gripping his chin. "That's 'cause we are," he joked, pulling Knight in for a kiss. "We're out patrollin'." He kissed the other ranger slowly and deeply, pressing his teeth against Knight's lower lip. "We ran into some radscorps," he continued breathlessly between kisses, whispering the words against Knight's parted mouth. "And those mean lil bastards kept us awake... all... night..."
His hands moved from where they gripped at Knight's hips and dove up under his uniform. After getting a hold of the silver zipper, Johnson dropped with a thud to his knees and callously began pulling open Knight's NCR regulation slacks. Knight gave a soft hum of appreciation. "So that's our cover story then?" He whispered back in amusement, keeping his voice pitched low to avoid waking any of their slumbering comrades. "Radscorpions?"
A gloved finger traced along the groove of his hipbone, and Knight sucked in a breath at the tickling of fabric. "You asshole," he hissed. "Take off your gloves!"
Johnson's shoulders trembled with silent laughter and he wordlessly shook his head no before yanking down Knight's briefs. Knight shivered as the cool night air hit his bare thighs, and the slight chubbiness of his erection quickly wilted in the cold. Johnson made and exaggeratedly upset expression, his full lips pursed out in mock-pout as he stared up at Knight with wide brown eyes, nearly black in the darkness.
Knight merely rolled his own eyes in response. "You suck at foreplay," he whispered facetiously. He loved winding Johnson up, teasing the other man. Johnson slowly rose to his feet, but not before a placing a well aimed pinch to the sensitive crease of Knight's thigh.
Knight yelped in protest but the sound was swallowed by another kiss and a hushed command to "turn around, then." Shivering (and not entirely from the cold), Knight obeyed, reveling in the solid press of Johnson's muscled chest against his back, feeling his body heat even through their clothing.
"Ain't got no prep," Johnson drawled, and the strained rasp in his voice sent chills down Knight's spine. The other man was speaking so closely that he could feel each exhale of breath tickling the shell of his ear. "But don't worry, I'll go slow."
Knight felt the solid press of Johnson's still-clothed cock, hot and hard and huge against his lower back. "Jesus," he muttered under his breath, unconsciously pushing back against the solid heat. Johnson was big. REALLY big. "I don't... I don't think I can..." Knight's stuttered whispers were cut short by a snort from Johnson.
"What? Don't think you can take all of me? What did I say- quit worryin', babe." Knight felt the wet, searing press of finally-revealed flesh against his bare ass, the warm head of Johnson's erection leaving a moist smear of precum that quickly cooled in the chilly air. Johnson ground absentmindedly against Knight, popping a finger in his mouth and wetting it before teasing against the crease of the other man's entrance. "I'll get you nice and ready," he huffed, hips rolling and bucking with Knight's. "Even if it takes us 'til mornin'."
Knight squeezed his eyes shut, panting softly. He was so turned on, strung so tightly, wanted Johnson so badly, but before he could respond he was suddenly cut off by a third voice ringing out in the darkness. Both men inhaled sharply, at once ceasing their movements.
"Thus The Name" 1/2 - Major Knight/Long Dick Johnson
"Who, Jackson?" Knight murmured, voice muffled by fingers as he pressed his face down to nuzzle into the Johnson's tanned palm playfully. "Like he even cares where we are. Probably thinks we're still out on patrol." The two men were huddled outside one the rickety wooden barracks of the Mojave Outpost, leaning together in the dark. Their bodies intertwined, propped against the stairway leading to the back entrance of the building as they moved to slot against each other, embracing tightly in the dark.
Johnson smirked, moving his hand down Knight's scruffy cheek and gripping his chin. "That's 'cause we are," he joked, pulling Knight in for a kiss. "We're out patrollin'." He kissed the other ranger slowly and deeply, pressing his teeth against Knight's lower lip. "We ran into some radscorps," he continued breathlessly between kisses, whispering the words against Knight's parted mouth. "And those mean lil bastards kept us awake... all... night..."
His hands moved from where they gripped at Knight's hips and dove up under his uniform. After getting a hold of the silver zipper, Johnson dropped with a thud to his knees and callously began pulling open Knight's NCR regulation slacks. Knight gave a soft hum of appreciation. "So that's our cover story then?" He whispered back in amusement, keeping his voice pitched low to avoid waking any of their slumbering comrades. "Radscorpions?"
A gloved finger traced along the groove of his hipbone, and Knight sucked in a breath at the tickling of fabric. "You asshole," he hissed. "Take off your gloves!"
Johnson's shoulders trembled with silent laughter and he wordlessly shook his head no before yanking down Knight's briefs. Knight shivered as the cool night air hit his bare thighs, and the slight chubbiness of his erection quickly wilted in the cold. Johnson made and exaggeratedly upset expression, his full lips pursed out in mock-pout as he stared up at Knight with wide brown eyes, nearly black in the darkness.
Knight merely rolled his own eyes in response. "You suck at foreplay," he whispered facetiously. He loved winding Johnson up, teasing the other man. Johnson slowly rose to his feet, but not before a placing a well aimed pinch to the sensitive crease of Knight's thigh.
Knight yelped in protest but the sound was swallowed by another kiss and a hushed command to "turn around, then." Shivering (and not entirely from the cold), Knight obeyed, reveling in the solid press of Johnson's muscled chest against his back, feeling his body heat even through their clothing.
"Ain't got no prep," Johnson drawled, and the strained rasp in his voice sent chills down Knight's spine. The other man was speaking so closely that he could feel each exhale of breath tickling the shell of his ear. "But don't worry, I'll go slow."
Knight felt the solid press of Johnson's still-clothed cock, hot and hard and huge against his lower back. "Jesus," he muttered under his breath, unconsciously pushing back against the solid heat. Johnson was big. REALLY big. "I don't... I don't think I can..." Knight's stuttered whispers were cut short by a snort from Johnson.
"What? Don't think you can take all of me? What did I say- quit worryin', babe." Knight felt the wet, searing press of finally-revealed flesh against his bare ass, the warm head of Johnson's erection leaving a moist smear of precum that quickly cooled in the chilly air. Johnson ground absentmindedly against Knight, popping a finger in his mouth and wetting it before teasing against the crease of the other man's entrance. "I'll get you nice and ready," he huffed, hips rolling and bucking with Knight's. "Even if it takes us 'til mornin'."
Knight squeezed his eyes shut, panting softly. He was so turned on, strung so tightly, wanted Johnson so badly, but before he could respond he was suddenly cut off by a third voice ringing out in the darkness. Both men inhaled sharply, at once ceasing their movements.
"Hey, is somebody out here- HOLY SHIT!"