Brothers in Arms (5 page)

Any reply Kellan might have made was lost when Jonah knelt up, pushing and tugging him up the bed and into position. Stroking himself languidly, Jonah knelt between Kellan’s open legs and stared down at him. Kellan watched him closely, eyes wide and breathing heavy. Jonah felt it again, that pull between them that made speech unnecessary. The feeling made something pool hotly in his belly.

“Do you need to bite a pillow?” Jonah asked teasingly. “Or do you like it face-to-face?” He watched Kellan’s mouth fall open slightly, and he seemed unable to answer. Jonah chuckled. “My pick then. Supplies?”

Kellan made a vague gesture toward a bedside table, and Jonah yanked the drawer open. Right inside there was a bottle of lube and a strip of condoms. This pleased Jonah; he planned for this to be a night-long campaign, and Kellan had done a stellar job at seeing to logistics.

Jonah’s three-pronged plan of attack was in motion. He’d sucked Kellan to full hardness, his dick lying long, thick, and dusky red against his belly. Kellan placed his feet flat on the bed, leaving himself open for Jonah to prepare. That wasn’t next up in Jonah’s plan, though.

Grabbing the backs of Kellan’s thighs, Jonah pushed them upward. Kellan made a surprised, strangled sound as Jonah folded him nearly in half. The move opened Kellan up for Jonah. He looked down at Kellan’s tight pucker, watched it clench and relax as Kellan shifted and pressed against Jonah’s hands.

“What the fuck, Jonah?” Kellan asked with a breathy laugh that sounded embarrassed. He pushed back against Jonah’s grip, as if testing its strength. His cock jumped against his belly.

“You act like you’ve never had your ass lifted and spread,” Jonah said teasingly, blowing a puff of air across Kellan’s clenching fissure. “Your cock likes it.”

“It’s not the rim job that’s new; it’s someone strong enough to shove me around and make me like it.” Kellan’s hands fisted in the bedclothes, and he pressed more insistently against Jonah’s grip.

“You gotta stop hooking up with polite young men, or you’re not gonna get what you need,” Jonah replied, more than a little proud of himself.

Jonah moved his hands to Kellan’s ass cheeks. He spread them wide open and pressed his face into the crease. Kellan squirmed against him as Jonah swiped the broad flat of his tongue along Kellan’s hole. He circled the starred fissure with the tip of his tongue before dropping lower. Jonah licked wetly from the base of Kellan’s cleft to the base of his balls.

Holding tight to Kellan’s ass, Jonah kept him in place and fought against his writhing. He opened Kellan wider with his thumbs and stabbed into him with his firmed tongue. Each of Kellan’s moans and cries washed over him, making him eager to hear more.

Jonah listened as Kellan began to chant mindlessly, calling out Jonah’s name, interspersed with harsh swear words. He flicked his tongue teasingly past the rim of muscle of Kellan’s hole, licking into the heat and musk of his body. Jonah pressed his lips to the opening and sucked roughly. Kellan’s chanting became a hoarse cry.

Beneath his lips and tongue, Jonah felt Kellan’s body ease open for him. Finally, he was able to lick deep into Kellan’s musk and tang, feeling no pressure around the tip of his tongue.

It was none too soon for Jonah. He was hard and aching and ready to slide his cock deep and hard into Kellan’s body. Releasing Kellan’s ass, Jonah reached for the lube and condoms he’d retrieved earlier.

Spreading lube onto his finger, Jonah realized his hands were shaking. He couldn’t remember being this eager; at least not since he was a fucking kid, getting laid the first handful of times.

When Jonah pushed his lubed finger into Kellan’s hole, it slid in easily. He’d done a good job of licking Kellan open, and now his body let Jonah’s finger right in. Kellan arched his back and moaned, a smile of pleasure dancing along his lips. Jonah’s own cock surged at the sight.

Jonah poured lube on two fingers and pushed them in. Kellan pushed against him, asking for more with his motions and the sounds he was making. Jonah twisted his fingers, spreading the lube and learning what movements and pressures dragged the best sounds out of Kellan.

“I’m good, I’m ready,” Kellan panted when Jonah moved to lube three fingers.

“I’m not,” Jonah replied, willing both his hands and voice to be steady. “I want a smooth, slick glide our first time.”

“Jesus, you fucker,” Kellan whispered when Jonah pushed his three fingers inward.

Jonah smiled, knowing Kellan was as frustrated and impatient as he was for this. He quickly fumbled through rolling the condom onto his cock. Lifting Kellan’s knees over his shoulders, Jonah lined himself up with Kellan’s hole and started to push in.

He wasn’t sure where he wanted to look, at the sight of his own erection sliding slowly, inexorably into Kellan’s body; or at Kellan’s lush mouth as it dropped open in a silent cry of pleasure. Jonah pressed inward with his hips until he was fully seated in Kellan’s ass. The heat and the grip of his muscles stole Jonah’s breath.

He pulled most of the way out, leaving just the head of his cock to stretch Kellan’s rim. Then he pushed back in slowly, watching Kellan’s face flush a deeper red, watching Kellan’s bright green eyes watching him.

Jonah flexed his hips again and slid himself out. As he started to press inward again, Kellan swore.

“Fuck, I’m not made of fucking glass. Fuck me, already.” Kellan’s voice was rough, and he said the words through clenched teeth.

“With pleasure,” Jonah replied, feeling one side of his mouth lift in a smile. He tightened his grip on Kellan’s thighs and moved his hips fast and hard.

Kellan’s neck arched, and his eyes snapped shut. “Yeah, like that,” he moaned.

Yeah, exactly like that,
Jonah agreed. His own eyes drifted shut as he reveled in the hot glide of Kellan’s body along and around his cock. He liked the sting of skin where his hips met Kellan’s ass. He liked the sting of his balls slapping against Kellan’s solid body. Jonah knew his grip on Kellan’s thighs was going to bruise, but he couldn’t loosen it.

He was distracted by a tickling sensation low on his belly, accompanied by a dull smacking sound. Jonah frowned and glanced down to see Kellan slapping his rock-hard erection against Jonah’s stomach. The feel of that firm flesh bouncing against him was intriguing and arousing.

“Can you come like that?” he gasped between thrusts.

“Fuck no,” Kellan groaned. “Good distraction so I don’t come before I’m ready.”

“So, if I do this,” Jonah said. He ran his palm over Kellan’s erection, pressing it against his own belly. “Does that help?”

Kellan sucked a breath in between his teeth and arched off the bed. Jonah made a sympathetic noise and did it again. “Like that?”

Kellan tried to push his hand away. “Not yet,” he muttered.

“Yeah, now,” Jonah growled, slowing his hips and speeding the hand to a matching rhythm on Kellan’s cock.

He’d never done this before, stroked a dick between his hand and his own belly. He knew when he got the timing just right, the glide of his belly on one side and his hand on the other. Kellan reached up and grabbed at any part of Jonah he could lay a hand on. His grip was strong enough to be nearly painful. It felt good; it kept Jonah grounded.

He felt Kellan’s cock jerk and pulse against him. He sped his hand up and watched as Kellan’s eyes snapped open and locked on his. He tightened his grip when he felt Kellan’s cock swell slightly. A few strokes later and Kellan’s guttural cry was accompanied by the hot splash of come on Jonah’s chest and belly.

When Kellan fell back against the bed with a hiss at the sudden sensitivity, Jonah released his spent cock. Still half hard, it fell in an arch against Kellan’s belly. Jonah leaned forward, propping himself on his elbows above Kellan, and again started to slowly move his hips.

Kellan watched him through heavy-lidded eyes, a smile teasing at the corners of his mouth. Jonah lowered his head and kissed Kellan, flexing his hips a little faster. He reveled in the feel of Kellan’s heat enveloping him over and over. Jonah slid his arms beneath Kellan, pulling him closer as he fucked into him. Jonah swallowed down Kellan’s moan, feeling him wrap his legs around Jonah’s pistoning hips.

Jonah felt his own orgasm rise with a pulse in his balls and an electric jolt down his spine. Sensations rolled over him abruptly. Jonah broke the kiss and threw his head back, groaning through gritted teeth. He slammed into Kellan one more time before he came. Jonah was aware of Kellan’s arms and legs wrapped tightly around him through it all.

He remembered to collapse to the side of Kellan so he didn’t crush him. He lay draped over him slightly as they each steadied their breathing. He protested when Kellan shifted slightly. Jonah could barely cooperate when Kellan dealt with the condom and cleaned him with a warm, wet cloth.

It had been easy to fall asleep next to Kellan that night. Waking up to a blowjob from him the next morning had been even easier. Something was starting between them. Or more accurately, what had already started was growing. Jonah wasn’t going to think about the fact he was sixty days from shipping out to Okinawa.

Everything had changed when he’d next reported in to work. The training schedule for Third Recon had been changed, and he had two days to get his affairs in order. Jonah was already gone by the time Kellan’s discharge was final.

There had been emails and cell phone calls in the beginning. Jonah’s hours were long, and the time difference didn’t help. Kellan had drifted at first, finally seeming to find his stride when he’d gotten into a graduate program.

The emails slowed, and the phone calls stopped. Jonah had kept up with Kellan in the vaguest of ways through Marine Corps scuttlebutt. He’d returned to Pendleton and First Recon, the days he thought of Kellan growing further and further apart.

Jonah suspected that being back in Iraq was what had him thinking of Kellan more frequently. It had been quite a long while since he’d relived the details of their one night together. Thinking of it now had him hard and pushing against the fly of his uniform.

Jonah pressed the heel of his hand against his cock to ease the ache. Setting aside his cleaning equipment, he holstered his Beretta and stepped off the porch into the darkness. He knew a perfect place, between two Humvees beneath a cammie net, where he could have some privacy and a quick jack.

CHAPTER TWO

They hit the road early the next day. Grizzly wanted to do a knock-n-talk on a local sheik, and he wanted to arrive at the residence before the family had had much time to hide any contraband they might have received during the night.

They drove to a hamlet, like all the other hamlets Jonah had kicked his way into during the last year. He, Shankman, Martinez, and Renz entered the house Grizzly indicated. They secured all of the adult males, and Trujillo ordered all the women to stay indoors with the children. Jonah could hear a toddler crying from within the house.

Grizzly spoke quietly to Trujillo, who in turn questioned the restrained sheik in Arabic. Jonah and his men stayed vigilant on the outermost portion of the shaded yard. He had his charge in his line of sight, so Jonah could play nice. He wouldn’t try to overhear the questions Grizzly wanted Trujillo to ask. This went on for several long, hot moments before Grizzly made a frustrated sound and ordered the sheik released. He stormed off toward the Humvees, not waiting to see if any of the Marines followed. Jonah stuck close to him, scanning for threats as they moved.

“Fucking circular talk,” Jonah heard Grizzly mutter. “Lie to my face.”

“Welcome to Iraq, sir,” he replied.

“Goddamn Syrian insurgents and these fucking apathetic Iraqis.”

Grizzly’s expression didn’t encourage further discussion, so Jonah focused on getting them all oscar-mike.

He watched his Marines slide into their Humvees and man their weapons. In seconds, they were ready to step off.

“We’re oscar-mike,” Jonah said into the comm. The three vehicles set out at standard dispersion.

“You figured out, yet, what the hell this is all about, Gunny?” Shankman asked.

“Still above my pay grade, Corporal,” Jonah replied without turning from the window.

“Grizzly does talk to you, though,” Shankman pressed. “And you’re the best Recon Marine in Iraq right now. You always figure stuff out before everyone else.”

“What was in that package he took with him yesterday?” Garcia asked from the backseat. “Did anyone ever find out?”

“Nah, dawg,” Shankman said. “But I heard Captain Hoegerl couriered it off to Headquarters as soon as it was in his hands.”

“Trujillo say anything to you about what went on yesterday?” Garcia pressed.

“Hell no,” Shankman shot back. “They read him in special, and he ain’t given up no secrets. He made it through SERE too, dawg.” All Recon Marines made it through Survival Evasion Resistance Escape school.

“It just don’t make sense,” Garcia said distractedly. “Have you ever noticed the road going into Diyala looks the same as the road into Nasiryah?”

“Which looks the same as Fallujah, which looks the same as Baghdad,” Shankman finished.

“Look sharp, gents,” Jonah said into his mic when they started down the narrow portion of the road partially obstructed by foliage and heavily rutted by past artillery strikes. This was a prime location for an RPG attack or an IED.

The explosion surprised Jonah with both its suddenness and its volume. The roar was deafening and the concussion slammed into their Humvee, forcing Shankman to control the unexpected sideways motion.

“Fuck!” Shankman shouted as he steered into the skid.

Jonah ducked, reflexively but futilely. He swore loudly, the words swallowed by the blast and sounds of falling debris. He clutched his weapon in a tight grip, bracing his feet against the floorboard to steady himself against the whiplash motion of the Humvee. When the vehicle fishtailed again, Jonah braced a hand against the dash. He felt pressure in his chest and bouncing around inside his skull. He wanted to breathe. Jonah’s body tried to breathe, but the force against his chest wouldn’t let it expand.