Nightmares Wasting

Title: Nightmares Wasting 5/?
Rating: R- adult themes, language, sex(ish)
Disclaimer: Not true. Don't sue.


“I fucking fold.” Swofford threw the cards down in the sand and watched as the marine across from him took the small pile of cigarettes and loose change.

The poker game was making his black mood worse instead of lightening it like he’d hoped. Swofford wasn’t usually such a sore loser. He just had his mind on too many things at once and distracting himself, wasn’t working. He stood up and sulked off, deciding to cut out while he was still somewhat ahead.

He pursed his lips around one of his newly earned cigarettes and wandered off to find a secluded spot to smoke it in. It took him a short while to realize he was out of matches.

Need a light sweetheart?

Swoff’s mind unbidden traveled back suddenly to a smoky bar he’d been to a million times during boot camp.

Troy’s leaning across the bar table with his USMC Zippo, the flame too near Swoff’s face as he turns to look at him.

“Asshole! You tryin to take my eyebrows off?!” Swoff grabs Troy’s hand to steady the flame. He leans in with the butt end of his cigarette and holds it there until it glows bright orange. His eyes catch Troy’s over the flame and he smirks. “Sweetheart? You fucking drunk.”

“At this rate I’ll be going home with you. Fucking women can’t appreciate my charm.” Troy downs the rest of his beer and glances around the room again.

“You poor bastard.” Swoff snorts a laugh and blows smoke out of his nose.

“Place is crawlin with jarheads. Fuck this.”

“Hey cousin, you lookin for something?”

Escobar.

Swoff snapped out of the memory and stared blankly into the dark friendly face.

“You okay man?” He waited and looked more closely into Swofford’s eyes, misinterpreting his agitation he asked; “You afraid? Dis is our chance ta finally show those fuckers what we are made of. It’s normal to be afraid dough.”

“No, uh… just thinking about… other stuff. Hey man, do you have a light?” Swoff held up the unlit cigarette.

Escobar nodded. “In da tent.”

Swoff followed him back to his rack. Escobar grabbed one of his signature Cuban cigars and a pack of matches. They found an empty sand dune and talked about random shit, as if it were any other normal day. Swoff told him about Troy getting kicked out. They both agreed that Troy was a badass motherfucker and the corps was fucked for not realizing what a good soldier he was.

“All he wants is in… all I want is out. It’s not fucking fair.”

“So, you gonna give him a nice going away present?” Escobar asked as he took a big puff off his cigar. Their eyes didn’t meet but the leer in his voice was clear.

Swoff looked up sharply as a nervous snort of laughter escaped him. “What’s that mean?”

Escobar met his gaze in the fading light. “You t’ink no one noticed?” His smile disappeared as he closed his eyes in mock orgasm and bit his lip dramatically. “Oh Troy, fuck baby… yeah right there, ohh-“

Swoff punched him in the arm, hard. “Shut the fuck up, man.” He smiled thinly and felt like he was going to throw up. He doesn’t know anything. He’s just teasing you. Stop freaking out.

Escobar clapped him on the back and busted up into gut clenching laughter. “I see how it is den. You like to be the one on top, eh?” His white teeth shone in the darkness and the shit-eating grin was about the only part of him that could be seen clearly.

Swoff couldn’t help the mental pictures that the talk was conjuring up in his mind. Troy sweating beneath him, panting out his name. Shit. Swoff was actually blushing and he was so fucking glad it was dark enough that Escobar couldn’t see it. His silence was starting to become more of an answer though.

Escobar got his laughter under control and took a couple more puffs off his cigar. The silence between them stretched out like the endless desert. “You two been circling each o’der like dogs in heat since da Christmas party, kind o’ obvious. Dis place’ll drive you crazy. Why da fuck not, you know man?”

Escobar’s words had been echoing in Swoff’s head for the last week. Why the fuck not? If badass macho Escobar could come to the same conclusion as him then it couldn’t be that wrong. Troy’s pinched up unhappy face flashed across his mind and Swoff tried to imagine what it would feel like if he just kissed him. In his head Troy punched him in the guts halfway through.

“What’s it like to fuck ano’der man? Is it da same as a woman?” Escobar’s voice sounded soft and unsettlingly sincere.

“Uh, I dunno about that shit man.” What the fuck?

“You haven’t fucked yet?” Escobar’s eyes widened and he frowned and shook his head in disappointment. “If I struck up a deal like dat, I’d defiantly find a way to make time for da fucking and sucking.”

Swoff laughed disbelievingly and ground out his cigarette in the sand. He had a hard on and felt more confused then he felt ready to deal with. “You’re fucking crazy man. Hey um look…“ He half mumbled as he started to get up.

Escobar surprised the shit out of him by suddenly grabbing his arm in the darkness and hauling him down close to him. His mouth was warm as his lips brushed against the shell of his ear to whisper; “I could suck you right now Swoff.”

Swofford wetted his own lips and then let out a shaky laugh. “That’s not funny, man” His dick was throbbing and this was probably a really bad fucking idea.

“You don’t want ta feel my lips against your cock, white boy?” Escobar’s hand easily found Swoff’s erection and started kneading him firmly through his pants.

“Ung.” Swoff squeezed his eyes shut and arched up immediately into the touch. Slut. He was spinning so far out of control and he didn’t fucking care. Fuck control. “Yeah, man. Do it.” He heard himself detachedly whisper.

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