SPACE: Above and Beyond
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Warning: Rated [MA] Mature Adults only. Contains strong m/m sexual scenes, violence, coarse language and adult themes.
NC 17 m/m
by Xavier
A Sex Scene in Search of a Story
Cooper sat on the edge of McQueen's desk. His legs slightly parted, he waited for McQueen to stop the trying to do the paperwork he had in front of him.
McQuen sighed in disgust, threw down his pen and sat back in his chair. "I do have things to do, lieutenant," he said glaring at the younger man.
"Yeah, so? Who's stopping you?" Hawkes said insolently leaning back with his arms braced behind him.
"Your ass on the forms I need, for one thing," McQueen said, but let his eyes trail from those splayed legs up the body to that damned, sexy smirk of his.
"Well," Hawkes said, doing his best to be infuriating -- which could get pretty damn infuriating, "if you don't like my ass where it is, why don't you move it?"
"A little respect, Marine," McQueen said in a stern voice, half-teasing, half-serious, but his hand that was travelling up Hawkes' thigh was definitely not disciplinary. It was the smooth, firm touch that they both loved, slowly gliding across the top of Cooper's thigh, moving to the insde, Hawkes spreading his legs more in welcome.
Rolling his desk chair over to get between Cooper's legs, but not standing up yet, McQueen brought his other hand up to the thus far ignored thigh. He gently brushed a couple of his fingers across Cooper's groin, but only as if in passing as he continued to rub the younger man's legs. This touch made more erotic than if he had actually grabbed Cooper in his hand.
McQueen's hands started for his groin once again and Cooper groaned, in inarticulate pleading, undulating towards McQueen. But this time the older man's hands bypassed his groin completely, moving instead to his waist. McQueen watched his own hands as the right kneaded the younger man's waist, as the left moved up to rub against his stomach and chest, feeling the muscles bunch and flex. Continuing his caresses, he slowly raised his eyes to look up into the younger man's face. Cooper was close to panting, his eyes closed, head thrown back. McQueen wondered at how he could look so young and sexy at the same time.
Hawkes must have felt his stare because he soon brought his head forward and opened his eyes to slits. "Come on, McQueen," Hawkes growled. "Stop dickin' around."
"Patience, Hawkes," the colonel said. "Don't you know the important thing's the journey not the destination. Besides, I'm determined to teach you a little discipline if it kills you."
Hawkes' smile was challengeing. "I'd like to see you try it," he invited.
"Maybe later," McQueen returned. Suddenly he stood up between Hawkes' legs, taking firm hold of his waist, he pulled the younger manseveral inches towards himself and the edge of the desk, sliding his hands underneath Cooper's thighs and guiding them to hug his waist. Moving his arms back around his young lover, he reached one hand up to grab a fistful of Hawkes' hair and yanked his head back.
"Hoo-yah," he said softly and brought his mouth down on Cooper's, hard.
Cooper kissed back just as hard, his own hands clawing at McQueen's back. Those hands that had been taught at the In Vitro training facility so many ways to kill and learned on the streets of Philadelphia what to do to stay alive, but had only recently really started learning what they enjoyed doing. And one of the things they enjoyed most was taking off this man's clothes.
"Why do you always gotta wear so much," Hawkes growled through the rough kisses.
"Regulations," McQueen answered managing barely to break the kiss, knowing his was breaking quite a few regs in a big way.
Cooper managed to get his hand under McQueen's turtleneck and scratched across McQueen's naval. With a growl, McQueen once more rearranged them both, moving around until he could throw Hawkes down lengthwise across his desk, crawling on top of him, ignoring the paperwork being scattered over the floor and the small crash that followed a sweeping gesture of Hawkes' arm.
Kissing savagely, they also started trying to get each others' clothes off in earnest. McQueen reached bare skin first, unsurprisingly, unzipping Hawkes' flight suit and reaching under his t-shirt. While Cooper had no problem getting McQueen's outer jumpsuit unzipped, under that was his white turtleneck and an undershirt.
"Fuck!" he finally said in frustration.
"That's the idea," McQueen answered distracted not only by the ever-eager body beneath him, but by the realization they were going to have to move soon. They were going to have to get up to get undressed, but it was also neither the safest nor most comfortable surface for what he had in mind. Especially since he had a perfectly serviceable bed just a few feet away. Not that it was either much wider or softer than the desk, but McQueen knew he would want to sleep with Hawkes afterwards and that he would rather move now than later.
Standing up, he pulled Hawkes up with him. They quickly made their way to the bed, discarding clothes on the way sitting down once they reached the bunk on order to remove their boots and the last of their clothing.
Finishing first Hawkes managed to get behind McQueen and sucked and licked at his naval. Groaning, McQueen finished, turning to meet that insolent beautiful mouth and pushing the younger man to lie flat on his back.
"Fuck me, McQueen," he ordered the colonel, once more bringing his legs up to hug McQueen's sides. "Don't worry about the other stuff, either, I took care of it already."
Reaching underneath his lover to find that was true -- how and when had he managed that? -- he positioned hismelf and took the younger tank in one stroke.
Pumping furiously into Hawkes, their bodies both slick with sweat, McQueen looked down and watched Hawkes tossing his head on his pillow. Far off, he heard the sounds: panting, groaning, creakings of bedframe and sporings, but somehow the soft sound of his dogtags clinking against themselves then meeting Cooper's on the smooth, sweaty chest. He could smell the musk of their sex and good honest sweat. Marine sweat. Tank sweat.
Finally, McQueen was reaching the end and knew Hawkes was as well. Tanks may have been engineered for stamina of all kinds, but even they had their limits. When McQueen reached between the two of them, they both reached theirs.
Collapsed together afterwards trying to regain their breaths, McQueen pulled out of Hawkes and moved to lie on his side with his back to the wall, this the only way for both of them to fit in the bunk.
"D'you think when you get made a full Colonel we'll be able to get a bigger bed or are we gonna hafta wait until you make Commodore?" Hawkes asked, his breathing returning to normal.
A small smile played on McQueen's lips, the most he usually allowed himself. "I'm all ready one of the highest ranked tanks in the Marines, Cooper. There's no guarantee I'll ever be promoted again."
"You will be," Hawkes said confidently.
McQueen gave Hawkes a look of surprise. "Why, Hawkes, that sounded almost optimistic. Knock it off before I think the Chigs sent me a new secret weapon."
"Sir, yes, sir," Hawkes said with a sloppy, sleepy salute.
As McQueen watched over the younger man slowly slip into sleep, his eye was caught by one of the pieces of debris that had once been on his desk. It was his wedding picture, now with a break in the glass raggedly down the center. Not terribly worried, but wondering if it had strictly been an accident on Cooper's part, McQueen fell asleep telling himself to wake-up in a couple of hours so he could get Cooper back to his barracks.
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