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Gaz had been gone for a few weeks. High priority infiltration mission completed perfectly and now he sat on the plane that would take him back to base. Back home. Back to Price. He leaned his head back, the plane seat so uncomfortable. Everything was so uncomfortable. He’d been away for so long and he was so tense. The mission may not have had any issues but that did not mean that it was stress free.
After the most grueling transport of his life he was finally back on base. He knew where he wanted to go immediately, but he felt grungy and that was not how he wanted to present to Price. He strived to be his best and he was not there. Still, he desperately wanted to go to Price. Needed to at least look upon him, even for a moment. Gaz decided to shower first, get the plane grime off of him before he’d even step foot near Price.
Clean once again he stood outside Price’s quarters. Ten heartbeats passed before he knocked on the door. Price called him in. Price was alone, thank heavens. Gaz was hoping for some time just the two of them.
“Here to report, Sir.”
Price looked up at him from his computer. “Give me your report then.”
Gaz gave Price a perfect report of what they discovered and recovered. Detailed without over explaining. He finished, looking at Price for his approval. He didn’t make to leave.
“Well done Gaz. Is there anything else?”
“Can I be of service to you Sir?”
Price leaned forward in his seat. “Aren’t you tired? It sounds to me like you’ve been through the ringer. You should relax tonight.”
“I would love nothing more than to give myself to you, Sir.”
“Alright then. You can do something for me. Strip for me Kyle.”
Gaz pulled off his clothes, folding them neatly and stepping in front of Price. He moved to kneel when Price stopped him.
“Not here. Sit on the bed for me.”
Gaz sat down on the edge, hands on his knees, back ramrod straight. He watched and waited as Price grabbed some things. Glass and liquor and ice. Cigar and ashtray. What was he doing? Price set them on his bedside table. He stood before Gaz. If Gaz could stay here in Price’s presence forever he would. Even looking at him was enough to fulfill him for days. Price handed him a blindfold and Gaz slipped it on without question.
“You’re going to hold some stuff for me while I watch rugby. I want you still and passive. Any problems?”
“No Sir.”
“Good. Between my legs.”
Price sat on the bed, legs long in front of him. Gaz lay between those legs. Price was using him to hold a few things. In his mouth was Price’s cock, thick and half hard. On his back resting cold between his shoulder blades was Price’s drink and weighing his head down was Price’s ashtray. The sound of sports played above him. Price watched the game on his phone while he sipped on his drink and smoked.
Gaz was doing his best to not move a muscle. He took shallow breaths to not let his back rise and fall too much. He dared not move his tongue, didn’t dare to swallow. The condensation from the glass dripped onto his back. He tensed, trying not to shiver. Price would pick up the drink to sip before returning it to rest atop Gaz.
This was what Gaz had been missing these last weeks. Missed serving Price, missed being near him. Near Sir. He had been given a true gift. An evening alone with Price, his to use however he pleased. These were the best nights; he liked playing with the other boys, sure, but this was heaven.
“Kyle, you’re not quite how I want you.” How was he wrong? His position should be perfect. “You’re too tense. Your back is trembling and it keeps making the ice clink doesn’t it? Drooling all over me. I haven’t felt you swallow once. I believe my instructions were still and passive? You’ve mastered still, it seems like we need to work on passive.”
Gaz couldn't apologize with a cock in his mouth. He couldn't look at Price with his eyes covered. He didn't dare move. He tried to let some of the tension out of his shoulders, but froze when he felt the glass shift. Gaz would absolutely not let that fall.
"Okay. You need a little help."
The glass and ashtray were removed from him. Price's hands went to his shoulders, squeezing them. The muscle under his palms was so hard, like Gaz was holding up the sky alone.
"Relax."
Gaz tried to relax under Price's hands but it was so hard. He couldn't manage it. He couldn't let go. As much as he wanted to melt under those palms, Price was asking for the near impossible right now. Gaz was perfect and Price was asking for less than that? It didn't register.
"What's it going to take to get you boneless, hm?"
Price grabbed the back of his neck and pulled, effectively scruffing him. Something about that pain-pressure shut down Gaz. He went limp. All the breath went out of him. Price pulled him off of his cock, Gaz's head following wherever Price moved him. Gaz hadn't ever felt quite like this. Possessed and safe.
"There we go. That's what I want to see. Feel that, that's how I want you. Breathe normally and swallow. Wrap your arms around me, there you go. You're keeping me warm aren't you? Back on you go."
The objects were placed back on top of him, Price's attention returned to rugby and Gaz just drifted. He breathed in the smell of woody smoke and beneath that the addicting smell of Price . Skin and musk and salt. Gaz felt the expansion of Price's chest under his arms. He was holding him, his Sir, what a gift. Gaz paid very little mind to the movements of his body. He was half asleep. He could sleep like this with the captain's cock on his tongue and never be more rested.
The glass vanished and never returned. Price must have finished it. It was replaced by Price's hand. If Gaz wasn't already liquid he would have melted. Nails traced over his skin, feather light, sparks left in their wake. Price traced over all of Gaz that he could reach, that tickling electricity building over his skin, almost too intense before Price scratched his back hard. Relief and ecstasy. Gaz didn’t have it in him to be embarrassed by the groan he let out as he melted into Price’s lap.
Price was starting to fill out in his mouth. Gaz gently massaged the underside. He swallowed, encouraging but not demanding. Not begging. Price knew he could have Gaz’s throat whenever he wanted it. The ashtray was removed from his head, letting Price fully grab onto Gaz. Price pet through Gaz’s hair, holding him while he slowly ground his hips into Gaz’s face. The sound of the game moved; Price must have tossed his phone to the end of the bed. Sports forgotten, he had something better to focus on.
“That’s my good boy, letting me use your mouth. So good for me. Stay relaxed, I’m going to use my good little fleshlight how I want.”
Yes Sir.
Gaz relaxed his jaw and opened his throat. Price lazily fucked his face. Both hands holding his face, moving him up and down the shaft. Gaz was just the warm wet hole in front of Price, nothing more. It was slow, Price wasn’t chasing his orgasm, he was savoring the moment. Savoring Gaz. Gaz stayed limp and passive. Didn’t suck or swallow; Price would say if that’s what he wanted. Gaz felt used and useful. He craved that feeling. It wasn’t quite the same as being wanted. To Gaz being useful implied a consistency of presence that he wished to give.
Price didn’t give much away when he was having sex. The man was stoic and quiet. Hard to read, but not to Gaz. The rough ragged quality of his breathing, the way his thighs would tense when he buried himself in Gaz, the tremor in his stomach. He was getting close. Gaz was ready to wear him or drink him down. Wherever Price decided to bless Gaz with. Price came, holding his skull flush against dark curls. Gaz swallowed down every drop Price had to give. He didn’t move until Price pulled him off. Price removed the blindfold, allowing Gaz to look at him once again.
“Thank you, Sir.” Gaz’s voice was abused and rough.
“So good for me, aren’t you? Sit up, in my lap.”
Gaz moved as fast as his body would let him. Price was going to hold him and Gaz couldn’t be happier. Gaz straddled the captain’s lap and let himself lean into Price’s neck. Gaz was rock hard but he wouldn’t ask to cum. Never would, begging was far beneath him. If Price wanted him to have an orgasm he’d give him one. Price held him for a moment, kissing the side of his head.
A hand grasped Gaz’s cock and he let out a soft sigh. Price didn’t waste time, pausing to spit into his hand before returning to Gaz. Quick and even strokes. He moaned, leaning into the touch. Gaz mouthed at Price’s neck before stopping himself.
“You can kiss me Kyle, it’s okay. You don’t need permission.”
He pressed light kisses over Price’s neck and face and mouth. Lost in the feeling of the other. He came fast, twitching in Price’s hand. Price licked his hand clean before kissing Gaz, pushing his own cum into his mouth. Sharing it between them.
“Good boy. Such a good boy for me.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“No, thank you, Kyle. You’ve done so well for me tonight. Stay. Warm my bed. I won’t stop you if you would rather be alone, but I want you to stay.”
“Please, Sir. I want that.”
“Good. Lay down for me, all comfy aren’t you? Sleep.”
Price stayed sitting for a time, Gaz curled up in his lap. Healed by his presence, the stress Gaz’d been carrying was gone. He was tired, but he was home again. Useful again. In Price’s orbit again. He’d stay here forever if he could, and Price would let him if he asked. Warm against the other man.