Twenty Kills

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Reed Cassidy had been sitting in his arm chair by the fire for hours before the other men wandered in from the cover of night outside. He had allowed no company save for a bottle of wine and a young male lion that slept, stretched across the entire expanse of the rug in front of the fire. He placed his bottle on the side table and lifted his paper, pretending to read while he actually paid close attention to the most confident of the new recruits. Blaine Rawlings was trying to assure his friends that it was normal to be afraid and nervous the night before a fight. Cassidy laughed inwardly at this a smirk playing across his lips. These boys had no idea what they had to fear . . . but they would no soon enough. He stayed in place listening to their jokes and nervous laughter, but he always closed in on one voice. One voice that stood out as a true leader above the others, Rawlings had what it took to lead these men into battle with the confidence they would need, and this among other things irritated Reed.

He could not understand why, of all people, the one who was making him on edge the most, was a green, ignorant recruit barely out of his teen years. He had thought that in all his time serving, seeing friends come and die, he could handle anyone. The young ranch hand had set himself apart from the group immediately upon arrival, eager to prove himself and obtain some sense of recognition and fame. Cassidy had been annoyed the very first time he had seen him, standing amid the new recruits without a uniform. He singled the young man out to bring him down a few pegs but Rawlings always stood against it. The Ace of the fleet had to stop himself from sinking lower in his seat as the Texan's voice penetrated his thoughts with uplifting words and optimistic ideas for the men. Blaine's confidence always caused a war amid his emotions.

A smile came to his face that he was the type to reassure his friends when obviously the young man was terrified himself, but anger came up from deep in his heart. Rawlings had no right to tell the other recruits what Reed Cassidy knew to be false hope. Cassidy had brought down over twenty enemy aircraft single handedly, but he had seen many more friends fall from the skies. The young soldiers had no idea what they were going to face in the morning, everything would not be all right, and the older man knew that they would not all return to the air strip. He wanted to hit the cowboy for even thinking he knew what was coming, Reed knew the fear, the pain, the tears that came with taking off in his glider each time. He could tell them of the hatred that came with seeing that black plane on the horizon or the terror when heard his only gun jam. No, Blaine Rawlings had no idea of what they were going to face, and he feared it, but he tried to keep their spirits high.

Cassidy stood slowly folding and dropping the paper on the table beside the empty bottle. The great cat at his feet stirred and stood and he placed a hand on its head, rubbing into the small mane. "Turn in for the night . . .” He started off to his own room, his only prize for twenty kills. The new bloods stood and began filing up the stairs. He called back into the lobby for Rawlings to join him for a moment but he soon realized he should have saved the rest of his duties for the morning. As soon as the younger pilot stepped through the thresh hold of his door a fire was set low in his body that made him wish he had left the bottle of wine in the cellar. His mind was certainly not clear and was causing him to think things he assumed he would not, if he were sober at the moment. Blaine had dropped his look of camaraderie that he carried with the other new recruits, and put on one of stubborness and defiance. It was clear that the cowboy felt no desire to talk with the man that had spent the majority of his time since arrival making sure he new his place with the rest of the rookies. From the morning of the first assembly to the bar Cassidy had targeted the Texan, in order to make him feel small and insignificant. Reed watched as he leaned against the door frame and crossed his arms, well sculpted biceps, shaped from ranch life bulging through the sleeves of his white under shirt. The older man had to turn his gaze to the file at his desk. The older male opened the file, bent over the desk with a pen. He did not look at the other as he described a need for a next of kin to notify in case something should happen to the recruit. He thought he winced when the other answered him, telling him in a smooth, calm voice that he had no other family. The senior pilot rose up and walked a few steps closer to the other, "How can you be so confident when you do not know what awaits you in the morning? How can you not have any fear?" Rawlings seemed to be shocked into silence by the mere question and appeared to be thinking while Cassidy smoothed his wet hair back across his head, a few random strands of black falling back into his eyes.

"I am afraid,” the younger's voice seemed to contradict its own statement as it remained filled with confidence. He moved off the door frame and stood face to face with the luetinant, at equal height their eyes met and held each others gaze. Reed's mind was spinning, the smirk and the anger inside returned at the cocky attitude of the Texan, but the fire that had replaced all of his organs was burning with such heat he thought he would melt away from the inside. In the midst of his feelings his eyes remained cold and scrutinizing.

He did not hide his shock when the rancher closed the distance that remained and pushed him against his own desk shutting the door behind him as he advanced. Cassidy's hands came up to grasp the others white shirt in defense and pushed against the on coming body. Rawling’s eyes had left their fear filled but calm state and gone wild. It was all the senior pilot could do to keep a small amount of distance as the other struggled not to yell at him. "Of course I'm terrified! Who wouldn't be? But I am trying to stay together for the men and for you!"

This last bit sobered the older male up so quickly that he roughly pushed the young pilot off of him. "What do you mean for me?" At Cassidy's question everything went still. Even the lion that had been restlessly pacing back and forth beside the bed had stopped and watched, curious to see what Blaine would do. Both the man and the lion seemed shocked when the fear that had held back in the cowboy's eyes broke, "What do I have to do to be accepted by you?! To gain your approval?! Do I need to fall from the sky myself?!" Reed couldn't stop his body as it moved too fast for even Rawlings to react. At the thought of his new comrade falling to his death in a burning plane or being rittled with bullets from an enemy, his heart had thrown him into motion. The distance was closed again and this time a hand reached behind Blaine’s head to pull him half way.

Two pairs of firm lips closed in a crushing kiss that was sure to leave bruises. Not quite appalled, but surprised, Rawling’s attempted to retreat but Cassidy was stronger as well as older and kept him in place with an arm wrapped around the others waist, his hand pressed into the small of his back as the kiss was deepened substantially. Reed knew he was drunk and he still didn’t think this was what he truly wanted; he forced himself to pull back as the lips broke contact. Beginning to apologize, he had barely gotten three words of his sentence out before the other man had thrown himself against his chest pressing their mouths together yet again. This time Cassidy did not pull back or resist. He did quite the opposite as he pushed his tongue past the other's lips battling for control with the other. At first Blaine did not seem willing to submit to his out ranking officer but soon he had relaxed, his fists clenched against the other's shirt holding tightly as if he thought the other might try to run. Reed sent his hands roaming over the others body, down his face and neck, over his shoulders, massaging into the tight biceps that were flexed from holding to him. He maneuvered to slide down the other's chest feeling every crevice and ripple of the taut skin as he wrapped around the other's waist and down the back of the young pilot's pants.

Rawlings bucked from the touch of skin on skin in that hidden section of his body and Cassidy responded by grasping hard at the muscles there pulling the younger male closer to him as he allowed his mouth to drift to the hiss jaw and throat. “You see?” Reed Cassidy muttered against skin, “You have already found my favor. . .” His only response was the gasping and hard breathing that came from the body he held so close to him. He had been wondering what the feelings were that had arisen with the arrival of this man, and now he decided that the best way to find out for sure was to let this passion run rampant for the rest of the night, to see where they would end. Turning both his body and the other's somewhat forcefully he crashed on top of Blaine as they landed on his bed. Cassidy did not stop to consider what he was doing or what moves to make, he had been to the local whore house enough times to where sex came as second nature to him. The Texan had begun to go into a short panic at the very rapid acceleration of how things were going and at first began kicking and wriggling underneath him in protest. He silenced all hope of a refusal by covering the Rawling's mouth with his own yet again and bringing his knee onto the mattress firmly between the struggling legs. He slid further up on the bed allowing his upper leg to rub harshly against the hardening bulge that was growing in the crotch of the young ranch hand's uniform slacks and he grinned at the response.

Pulling his hands from the fabric they were under he fished along his own shirt to find the others hands and entwining their fingers pushed his arms along the covers. He focused his ministrations carefully on his lover’s mouth until once again he had relaxed against him, Blain's hands flexing in his own as he ached for something to hold to. Cassidy pulled back and stared into the no longer wild, no longer fear filled eyes that were now brimming with passion and smirked. “Don’t be afraid for tonight . . . save that for dawn.” Hearing these words Rawling’s reconnected their lips with more confidence than before, raising his head and shoulders as much as possible to meet the other. When Reed released one of his hands he moved to bury it in the damp hair of the one above him. He only broke the kiss to give a loud gasp when Cassidy’s free hand dove beneath the fabric of his slacks and grabbed his throbbing erection. The older male made certain to continue his kisses, licks, and bites on the others neck as he firmly rubbed the hardened member, reveling in the short gasps and whimpers the other gave off as he bucked helplessly against the hand that held him. The older pilot released the other hand so that he may better remove the impending shirt hat separated him from the skin he longed to explore. Pushing the bottom of the cotton fabric up slowly to reveal the chiseled abs that lay hidden, he was slightly but pleasantly surprised when Rawlings grabbed the shirt and ripped the fabric over his own head, as if begging for the other to touch him even more. Reed Cassidy let the young Texan writhe on the covers below them, hands pulling at the sheets they were wrapped in, as he drifted lower and lower along the other's body. Stopping at a nipple, Reed sucked harshly and gently in alternating patterns before traveling down the middle of the stomach that was as hard as the pulsing erection he had begun stroking.

Rawlings gasped in anticipation when the older male’s free hand began to undo his slacks, pulling them down with his underwear over his thighs and past his knees, revealing his aching member and the large hand that was closed over it. The light kisses continued down the lower part of the young pilot's stomach and then retreated briefly as the officer took in the full form of the man he was about to take for his own. Rawling's eyes met his briefly, half lidded and fluttering, squeezing tightly shut when the leutinant descended his lips upon the head of his erection. Reed nipped at the very tip of the organ, raking his teeth along the head and applying pressure to the others hips to keep him as still as possible. This was a futile action however for as soon as the skin of his shaft was touched by lips Blaine thrust fully into the waiting mouth of his senior officer, gasping at the wet heat that surrounded him. Cassidy focused on covering every inch of the engorged shaft while the smaller frame beneath him arched and bucked, fists closing in his hair to attempt a release of the immense pleasure he was feeling.

He was not sure how much the young man beneath him could stand as he wriggled and squirmed into the shifting covers and sheets of the bed, but they had all night. He would have the other come as many times as he could, until he had fully examined and discovered the meaning of the fire that was searing into his loins, causing his own erection to become painfully noticeable. He allowed one of his hands to travel up the shuddering form and grope at the abdominal muscles that rippled and tensed with the shocks of extreme pleasure that were shooting through Blaine's body. His other hand he devoted to preparation as he pressed the tip of one finger gently against the hidden crevice, allowing the other enough time to realize for himself what was to come.

A small whimper showed that he had received Cassidy’s intentions and without any further warning, two broad long fingers invaded passed the ring of skin that tightened on instinct, causing Rawling’s body to shudder all over and his hips to thrust harder into Reed's mouth which not increased its force of suction. Cassidy began thrusting his fingers at a steady speed, scissoring them to loosen the muscles there. He dipped his head down on the cowboy's member to match the quick pace of his fingers as they rubbed the inner walls of the one beneath him, searching for that tender patch of skin that would give him the result he desired from the wriggling body below him. He passed over it softly several times, noting the gasps and small screams that came from Blaine's mouth even though he was trying to stay quiet. When the leutinant was certain that he had pin-pointed the exact location of the others sweet spot he curled his fingers pressing hard on the exact place. He made sure to cover the other's entire erection as a short gasp and then pressured moan escaped through clenched teeth, signaling the younger male's release as his hot essence shot down Reed's throat. He pressed and rubbed lightly on the secret area deep inside as his tongue swirled around the head and dove into the slit at the tip, searching for every drop of the others release, not wanting to leave a drop untasted.

Cassidy smirked as he pulled away watching the effect that one small spot of flesh had on the other. Blaine's whole body was shaking as the sweat poured down the sides of his face and chest. Rawling’s eyes were closed and he moaned in disapproval as the two fingers that had given him so much pleasure pulled out, leaving him feeling empty and wanting more. His eyes opened tiredly and he focused on Reed’s as he came up to capture his lips in another kiss, the faint sound of slacks being undone covered by their harsh breathing and racing heart beats. When the older pilot pulled away and held his eyes he could not stop his erection from rising again. “Are you sure you won’t regret this in the morning?” Cassidy seemed determined to make sure it was what he wanted but Rawling’s could barley get the answer out, he would not be thinking about this in the morning. The only go-ahead that seemed able to be released was a brisk nod and he tried his best to pull himself further up on the bed, his head resting back on the pillow as the one above him pulled his shoes, and slacks completely off his body and tossed them to the floor. Blaine frowned when he realized that his senior officer seemed to have no intention of undressing completly.

He watched in amazement at the others skill as he lifted one, then both of Rawling's legs to rest on his shoulders, spreading them and pushing up to where their lips were together in another kiss. The young Texan had not sensed the underlying intent of the contact, but he realized it was merely to muffle his scream when the older male's massive erection slid inside of him, threatening to tear him in two. Cassidy continued kissing him softly, trying to distract him as he allowed his body time to adjust. A single tear leaked from Rawling’s watering eyes and drifted down the side of his face as the man inside him wriggled his hips, inching slowly deeper into his body. Reed had used all of his self control in not releasing into the other at the mere entrance, to where he had almost forgotten to go slowly. The ranch hand was far tighter than any woman he had ever been with, and lack of a lubricant was causing far more friction between their skin. He stopped kissing for a moment to catch his breath, as the others muscles shuddered and contracted, squeezing his member like an invisible, hot hand. He held Blaine's gaze, wiping away the small drop of water with his thumb as he slowly began to pull out. When he had almost completely vacated the others body he pushed back in rubbing the head of his erection against that same, sweet spot that had caused so much pleasure before. He watched, pleased as the one under him threw his head back on the pillow, arching into him with a loud gasp his arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him down.

He began a steady rhythm as he licked and kissed at Rawling's neck, applying small bites here and there to mark his territory like the lion lying by the door. The cat’s massive eyes watched everything. He watched as the younger male's toes curled from the pleasure accompanied by open mouthed gasps and small screams. He watched the muscles in his master's back as they flexed, pushing an erection deep into the hidden embrace of the other's body. The lion placed his head on his massive paws and closed his eyes taking in the sounds of pleasured gasping, screaming, and whimpering. The creaking of the bed as the two bodies rocked back and forth at a quickening pace and the headboard knocking against the wall. And the faintest sound of all, that only the predator’s ears could discern, the two human hearts beating in rapid succession as their temperatures rose from the incredible heat filling the room.

Cassidy had succeeded in leaving several bright, red welts on the Texan's neck and collar bone. He smirked at the tiny masterpieces knowing Blaine would have a hard time covering them, but the other volunteer's would always assume he had gone to the brothel. He lifted his head as his hips administered several quick thrusts, coming closer to completion each time. He was doing an excellent job of finding the hidden patch of skin inside the other, judging by the look on his fellow pilot's face. He did not kiss him again but closed his eyes and let his head hang his black locks falling across his eyes and forehead with the quick jerks of his body. One arm was bracing his body and supporting his weight on the pillow beside the face of the helpless Texan that was now completely submitted to him. The other hand enclosed the ranch hand's throbbing member and began to match his thrusting with sure, quick jerks. Sensing his release he quickened both paces and pushed harder and further than he had before, holding in the deepest parts of the others forbidden embrace as he moaned his success in emptying his essence into Rawlings. This in turn pushed Blaine over the edge, as a hot, white liquid shot from the head of his shivering erection to cover their bodies. The senior pilot pushed harshly a few more times into the extreme depths until he was completely emptied and could go no deeper, his elbow buckled and he collapsed onto the younger's shivering body. They lay there for a few moments, Lt. Reed Cassidy completely clothed, Blaine Rawlings exposed to the very ends of his being.

When both men had steadied their breathing and hearts Cassidy rolled from the other, his relaxed member slipping from the young male's body as his released poured out after him. Rawlings felt he needed to make sure he could still move and rose up on his fore arms, watching the other watch him. He wanted to stay but Skinner would be wondering where he was so he satisfied him self by leaning towards the other and leaving a small, short kiss on his lips. Reed smirked before he sat up and moved to stand beside the bed, “You should go . . . you need to wash, and you need sleep for the morning. We wake at four.” Neither man bothered to check the current time since they were sure it was not yet midnight or not long past. Rawlings gave a short nod and brief smile moving to erect his naked body on the other side of the now sheet bare bed. He bent to pull his clothing back on as Cassidy removed his wet, stained shirt and tossed it on the ground. Fully clothed, Blaine headed around the bed and to the door when Reed reached for him and gave him a small kiss goodnight. “Remember, you have my favor . . . so tomorrow you fight and fly for yourself.” The younger pilot smiled, “Yes sir” and with that he pushed the door open and stepped over the sleeping lion into the darkened lobby to head for the stairs as Cassidy watched. When Rawlings was gone the leutinant shut the door and collapsed on the damp bed breathing in the smells of sweat and sex as he smiled. He understood what the feelings meant . . . now he needed to hold to them.