The Cave Title: The Cave
Author: M. A. Calhoon
Summary: Troy and Dietrich explore natural crevices.
Note: Originally printed in FLANKING MANEUVERS 1.
Sam Troy relaxed into the comforting arms of his lover. This was much better than being with either Tully, Hitch or Jack and their respective fathers in Cairo. He was glad he could truthfully tell them he had a previous commitment when they asked him to join them for a little R&R over the weekend.
It had not been difficult convincing each and every one that he really did have something to do. Since he was telling the truth, it had only taken a little arguing before they accepted his story. If he were lying, one if not all of them would have known. He had watched them leave, wanting to make sure they were really gone before getting into his jeep. It was not all that long of a trip across the desert to the mountains and the cave where he would spend the weekend. It might not be as comfortable as sleeping in a four star hotel but the company made up for it.
He was warm and comfortable. He had just finished some of the greatest sex ?the two of them had ever had. He had a question for his lover. It was a question he had considered ever since they had met but had not gotten around to asking. For some strange reason now seemed like a good time. "Dietrich, why do you speak English?"
The body behind his tightened then laughter broke out. "My dear Troy, I grew up speaking English. My nanny was British. Several of my tutors were British. My father spent time at the Embassy in England while I was growing up. It's as much my language as German." He pulled Troy against his chest.
"You speak Greek, don't you?"
"Yeah." Troy brought one of Dietrich's hands to his mouth and placed a kiss in the palm. He did not wonder about the tenderness in the hands of his warrior. He understood. Love allowed a warrior to show how much he cared.
"Same difference." He tugged against Troy's hold but Troy did not release his hands.
"Not quite. My family speaks Greek because my family is still Greek. We only live in the United States but Papa keeps all the old customs." Troy continued his inspection of Dietrich's hands. He sucked each finger separately into his mouth and gently chewed on them. He placed another kiss on each of the palms before lowering them back to his chest, still holding them in his hands. Dietrich decided it was turn about's fair play time. "Now I've a question for you. Why do you insist on being known as a sergeant rather than the Major you are?" He tightened his arms around his lover and wondered how he got so lucky. He could still remember clearly the first look he had gotten of the then young lieutenant.
It had been at a party for minor officials at the French Embassy in Greece. He had gone with a friend from the German Embassy, with his father's approval, of course. After all he was not that much younger than most of the younger embassy officials. He had already been there when the servant had announced "Lieutenant Samuel Troy, United States Embassy." His looks made him Greek. Without the uniform he could have easily passed as a native. He wanted to get to know the man who reminded him so very much of a young Greek god.
And over the next few months, he managed to get to know him. At first it was sheer accident he ran into the lieutenant so often but before long he was going out of his way to be seen by or to talk to the American. Then he started wondering if the lieutenant was more Greek or American. Had his family raised him with the Greek outlook about male sex? It had grown to be too much of a temptation. He made his move and found the young lieutenant receptive in a causal sort of way. They had plenty of fun together over the next few months before his father was transferred back to Germany.
"Because I don't want to get killed." Troy released Dietrich's hands and turned in his arms until they faced each other. "As long as I'm a lowly sergeant, my enemies underestimate me and I can get by with murder." He began to run his hand over the hip and arse of his lover.
"I've never underestimated you."
"Are we, Dietrich? Enemies?" He did not want to be enemies not with
Dietrich. It was bad enough having to fight a war against strangers as enemies. He was not sure he could do it against friends.
It had been a long time since Dietrich had considered the question. Until they had run into each other here in North Africa, it had been years since they had seen each other. It had proven so easy to take up where they had left off. Of course, finding time and places to meet had proven difficult until Troy had stumbled upon this cave while on one of his little outing with the other Rats. "No. We're not enemies. Our countries are at war and we might have conflicts while trying to follow our government's dictates but we are not enemies. Not now and not ever."
"Good." Troy kept quiet. He was enjoying what he was doing to Dietrich. He knew Dietrich was enjoying it too. The proof was in the pudding as they say. And the pudding was nice and hard against his leg. He reached down between them and gave it a gentle rub.
The gasp from his partner pleased him greatly. He gave it another rub. Then a squeeze. He felt a response of his own, deep inside, as he continued to caress the firm, rubbery object in his hand. A pleasure groan was the response he was seeking and he soon had it.
Squirming, he worked his way down until he could taste the object. It certainly did not taste like rubber. Opening his mouth wide, he swallowed to the root. Putting pressure on the object he began sucking. Increasing the pressure he made his way up and down the growing pillar, he heard sounds telling him he was getting to his lover.
Easing back, he pulled off the object of his desire. He pushed Hans over onto his back. The object of his affection stared back at him as proudly as the glistening object of his touch waved in the air. The longing need for completion sat deep in the dark eyes watching his every move. He knew Hans would not say anything, not now. The need was not strong enough for him to beg but the time was coming. It would not be soon but it was coming.
Standing, he reached down to pull his lover to his feet. "Come on."
Taking Sam's hand, Hans allowed himself to be pulled to his feet. "Where are we going?"
"I always thought this cave was a little warmer than it should be compared to the other caves I've been in. I did some checking my last free day. I've found something I want to show you." Before starting off, Sam pulled Hans into an embrace and covered his lips with his own. The kiss deepened as time went by. Only the lack of air caused the two to draw back from their show of affection. Gasping for air, Sam repeated his earlier request. "Come on."
Hans took Sam's hand, making no effort to pick up his clothes. He trusted Troy not to put them in a position where they would be at more risk. "Lead on."
Troy picked up a flashlight, just in case, although there was no need for it where they were going; but it was war and neither of them could afford to take any more chances then they were. Naked was one thing, lack of light was something entirely different. He did not turn it on as he headed toward the back of the cave. Just before they ran out of daylight, there was a bend in the tunnel and a new source of light made itself known in front of them.
As they made the turn, Dietrich gasped. The glittering colored light came from phosphorous crystals. There was a slight fog in the area which he realized came from the steam off the heated pool which lay about ten feet ahead. Dropping Troy's hand, he walked forward to kneel at the side of the pool. He stuck his hand in only to have the warm but not overly hot water flow over his hand. The water was just right for a little fun. He was already dressed for the occasion.
Looking around the pool, he noticed a set of ledges at the far end. Rising, he reached back for Troy, having felt him follow as he had approached the pool. His lover stepped up behind him and pulled him into his arms, placing a kiss against his neck. A shiver ran down his back. He turned in the arms encircling him. Troy, having a classic Greek build, was just enough shorter than he was to make it easy for him to return the favor with a kiss against the left side of Troy's neck.
"Come on. Let's get in." Without allowing Troy's arms to open and leave him without comfort, he headed toward the far end of the pool.
Troy kept pace with Dietrich, stroking him as they walked. At the steps, he released his hold, allowing Dietrich to enter the water first. With Dietrich on the first ledge, he put his hands on the German's shoulders and turned him around. Leaning over, he placed a kiss on the lips beneath him, before joining Dietrich on the first ledge. He took a seat while Dietrich sat on the second ledge but between his legs. The water came to just above the top of his legs and about mid chest on Dietrich.
The warmth relaxed them, not that they were all that tense. The water lapped lazily at the edge of the pool as warm water was fed into the bottom of the pool. The ebb and flow of the water teased sensitive parts, slowly creating need. Troy leaned forward and gently ran a hand along the naked shoulder taking pleasure from the soft silky feel of the skin beneath his hand. The head in front of him came back and rested on his thigh. The slight pressure created a greater pleasure than one could imagine. Even as his pleasure shaft made itself known, he placed a gentle kiss on the forehead of his lover. Taking his time, Troy worked his way down the nose and across the cheekbone to the ear.
Dietrich realized Troy had been doing it all to him. He had not had a chance to return the pleasure. Turning on the ledge, he managed to kiss the physical manifestation of Troy's pleasure shaft. Sticking out his tongue, he gave it a quick lick in the narrow slit dripping with pleasure. The gasp above him let him know he was successful in his aim to please.
Ever since Dietrich had known Samuel Troy, he had wanted him to be happy. He knew his love for Troy was greater than Troy's love for him but that made no difference. His love was based in the first love of a youth but it had matured just as he had. There was no chance their relationship would last past this time in the desert but not even time would remove it from his mind or the pleasure from his body. He wanted Troy to have the same memories, the same pleasure.
Turning slightly, he took the crown in his mouth. He would not be able to go down all the way as the water was just a little too high. However, remembering just how much pleasure the mouth and tongue gave him when playing with the crown, he was determine to provide pleasure for Troy. He gave another lick and was rewarded with another gasp.
He began to lick and gently chew in earnest. A wiggle and he grabbed the legs on either side of him. The growth in his mouth let him know the pleasure he was providing would soon give him pleasure. He opened his mouth a little wider and took as much of the pleasure shaft as he could into his mouth. Turning the rest of the way around, he rose to his knees. Sliding his hands over the muscular thighs and under the smooth, tight ass of his lover, he pulled him forward until all of his partner's pleasure shaft was out of the water. He went to the root, feeling the long shaft as it slid deep into his mouth, over his tongue, to the back of his throat. Backing up, he came all the way off.
Looking up, he grinned at his lover. "Problem?" he asked in response to the moan.
"Only if you stop, you bastard." The grin covering his face gave lie to the words. He knew Dietrich was not about to stop. Dietrich was having as much fun as he was.
Bending Dietrich took the pleasure shaft into his mouth again. This time he went all the way to the root before moving to the crown and playing. His tongue went to work with a will creating more pleasure until he was rewarded with another moan. This time he did not pull off but continued to play. Having taken total control of the situation, he slowly brought Troy to the edge. Taking pity, from the strong need shown by the strength of the moan which greeted him, he took Troy over the edge into full pleasure as the load flooded his mouth. Swallowing, he held the crown in his mouth until all movement ceased.
Pulling off, he raised and took Troy's mouth in a kiss, opening his mouth to the intruding tongue, allowing Troy to taste his own provided pleasure. Their tongues duelled for mastery. It was not a major battle so he allowed Troy to take what he wanted. Slipping free, he tried to sit back down but Troy slid down to the second level and pulled him close.
Under the pressure of Troy's hands, he turned and took his place between Troy's legs once again. The arms around his waist pulled him tight against the body of his lover. He wiggled slightly into a more comfortable position, relaxing against his lover. He like the secure, safe feeling the strong arms provided him. He liked knowing his lover wanted him safe.
Troy allowed his hands to roam. He pinched and soothed the nipples as they passed under his fingers. Lowering his head, he took advantage of the neck beneath his mouth as he bit and licked his way down the shoulder leaving a hickey behind as evident of sexual misbehaving. He wanted his brand on his lover. He would have liked to have made it permanent but knew it was not possible. His love was much deeper than he would have suspected when all of this started. He did not know what he was going to do when they had to part for good. If Dietrich died before he did, he did not know if he could go on. With war, either one of them dying was a likely possibility.
Running his fingers over the chest of his lover, he tugged gently at the hair he could reach. Passing his fingers over the ribs, he teased until Dietrich squirmed. Grabbing Dietrich tightly, he prevented him from moving out of reach. When Dietrich stopped squirming and relaxed back into his arms, he began the attack again, this time dropping down to tease the almost relaxed pleasure shaft. With his hands just below the long pillar teased the fuzzy twin domes. With a hand on each side, he finger teased until the pillar of pleasure bobbed gently in the slightly moving warm water.
Still without touching the bobbing pillar, he allowed his right hand to drop further into the warm, pulsing water. He caressed the small opening and felt his lover jerk. A faint sob was heard and he grinned to himself. "What's wrong, Dietrich? Can't you take a little teasing?"
Several deep breaths were taken to overcome the continuing caress of the opening, before he heard, "You're a bastard. You know that?"
"Now, Hans, my parents enjoyed the benefit of a minister before they joined together in a bed of matrimony." He gave the small opening another caress, edging his finger slightly into the opening. The jerk, followed by a gasp, told him he was successful in his desire to please. His hands lifted with the flow of the water, returning to the warm peach fuzz covered domes.
He squeezed the warm fuzzies and listened as Hans took a deep breath. He knew he was getting to Dietrich and it pleased him greatly. The pleasure he intended to bring would provide a level of enjoyment he always wanted for his lover. His left hand edged up to the pillar and he gave it one firm stroke. Hans had relaxed against his body but with the stroke, he jerked upright.
"Don't do that."
"What?" Sam teased. "This" he ran his right hand over the warm fuzzies and gave them a gentle squeeze only to hear Hans gasp. "Or this?" his left hand gave the straight out pillar another firm stroke, causing Hans to jerk.
"The last one," Hans gasped. "Remember, Troy, time is coming when I get my revenge."
Troy planted another kiss on the back of Hans' neck as he continued to stroke the pillar. He could tell what he was doing was being enjoyed. Which was good, since he had no intention of stopping until he got what he was after. Increasing his hold and speed was reflected in the change from gasping to moaning. There was no more jerking but the tension did not leave the body. Muscles were tight but no attempt was made to escape.
Increasing both pressure and speed, Troy soon had his lover on the verge. He decided to bring him off knowing the second time would take longer and be as much if not more fun. He increased speed and pressure as well as squeezing the warm fuzzies firmly. Strong spurts of pearly gray strings flowed from the warm fuzzies out of the pillar. They were greeted with a scream of pleasure and joy. Silence had never been one of Hans' strong points. He watched as they floated away, the current augmented by heavy breathing.
Dietrich relaxed against his body. He tightened his grasp around his lover's waist. If it was not for the fact he would turn into a prune, he would have liked to stayed where he was for the rest of his life. He leaned forward resting his head on Dietrich's shoulder. Emptying his mind, he waited. Sooner or later one of them would want to move but he wanted it to be later.
Just before he went down for a short nap, his last thought was "I love you."
He did not realize he had whispered it out loud.
As Dietrich felt the weight against his body grow, he realized Troy had gone to sleep. He was willing to wait forever just for the pleasure of having his lover's arms around him. The emptiness deep inside was filled in Troy's presence. He allowed his body and mind to fill with his hidden love. He would wait.
Until death us do part.
THE END
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