Who: Ian & JD What: PTSD’s a bitch When: August 6th, evening (backdated) Where: JD’s quarters Rating: High - NSFW Status: Complete
The morning of the sixth of August started just like any other for JD, he got dressed in his guard uniform and went to get his task for the day. Although today was different, there was an air as he walked down the hall that brought on an unease and that was confirmed when he walked into the office. One of the fellow guards was killed overnight, his body left near the Marketplace for all to see. The superiors asked for JD to go and keep an eye on the body and escort it to the morgue, to make sure that no evidence was compromised or moved by residents or anyone else.
He did his job, he went to the Marketplace and saw the body of a fellow guard, throat ripped open. The sight before him sparked something inside of his mind, although this was clearly an animal attack of some kind the gaping wound brought back memories of war and injuries and blood. Hours passed and honestly JD couldn’t remember anything more, he had pretty much run on autopilot for hours until his shift was finished and he went back to his apartment in the barracks, there he sat on his couch and didn’t move, staring into nothing.
This was not how he had expected the week to begin. The community was still healing from the onslaught of the storm and now one of their own had been murdered. Moreso, it seemed to be a personal attack, a call to arms. That word was stained in his mind and it shouted deafeningly. They’d seen similar situations in the war and he’d been glad to put those past him.
Usually he was with JD for a good portion of today but their assignments had changed due to the circumstances. He had been assigned patrol while his friend had been told to go watch the corpse.
Ian knew that probably wasn’t a good idea for JD considering all they had experienced but neither could go against orders. The hours dragged by and finally his shift was over. It had gone longer than he’d wanted, anyway.
By the time he’d put away his weapon and gotten back to the barracks, Ian was frantic in his search for his friend. He approached JD’s door and paused, knocking softly in a way where the other man would know who it was. “JD?” He called, not expecting an answer.
A few quiet, impatient seconds and he was using the key in the lock that the other man gave him. He slipped into the room, closed the door and saw the unmistakable frame of his friend on the couch. Ian frowned, making his way over slowly, turning to sit. A hand would find one of JD’s, “Hey. You’re okay,” came the words in a soothing tone. He didn’t like the blankness of his friends gaze.
JD knew that he should have asked for a different assignment, that standing guard over a mangled body wasn’t really the best thing for him to do but he was a good soldier and didn’t talk back to his superiors or question their motives even though he wanted to. So he took the duty knowing the risks.
He didn’t know how long he had sat there in the quiet, lost in his own mind. JD didn’t hear the knock, or the door, or his friend. He didn’t see Ian walking in front of him or feel the warm hand wrapping up in his.
Over the years he had gotten a pretty good grip on his PTSD, he knew his triggers and tried his best to keep away from them so It was a very rare occurrence that he’d have an episode. Unlike Ian who was often quite physical in his episodes, always moving or trying to get away from whatever it he was battling in his mind - JD would just sit there, silent and unmoving.
He had seen this before. Trying to fight through the haze was always the toughest part but he knew a few tricks. Gentle touch, talking to JD tended to be what roused him from this state. Thumb would graze across the back of his friend's hand and his focus honed in on the other man specifically.
“You’re going to be fine,” he expressed softly, squeezing JD’s hand. “You’ve been through worse, you’re a hero. You’re my hero, you can’t let a little thing like that hurt you. You’re better than that.” It was all said conversationally, all the while he continued to hold JD’s large hand.
A glance around the room was taken out of habit, and then his focus went back to the other man. “I’m here, and you’re safe in your room with nothing to hurt you. Nothing would ever hurt you.”
He had drifted into this state without realizing it and the trip back was never easy, trying to fight through that haze to get back to reality. Although he didn’t realize it at this moment JD was glad that this had happened in the privacy of his own home, maybe something in his mind kept him going throughout the shift instead of instantly drifting.
It took awhile but eventually the sound of a voice - a familiar voice - started to break through that haze, calling him back to the present. The glaze that had gone over his eyes began to clear and a minute or so later he was blinking, finally returning to real life. He was on the island and that voice talking to him was Ian, the man who meant more to him than anyone else in the world.
“Marsh..?”
A breath escaped his lips, expelled from his lungs, in relief. His friend was coming back to himself, finally. It was worth the patience though. He tried not to squeeze too hard on JD’s hand. “Yes sir,” he said softly. He was there. Always there.
“I’m here. You’re going to be fine,” he breathed. They’d been through this before. It was the same when he was in distress and the tables had turned.
Another blink and a sigh. He felt the hand in his and gave it a little squeeze, the grip was firm but not too hard. From all their times in the gym JD knew how strong Ian’s grip could be, he knew that his friend could probably break the bones in his hand if he really wanted to but Ian would never do that.
Leaning to the side JD rested his head on Ian’s shoulder, eyes closing and just letting himself feel again, he was here and he was safe. “It was horrible. They hadn’t even bothered to cover him up.” His voice was soft as he spoke, but he knew Ian could hear him. “I didn’t even know him that well but they left him there like he was some kind of warning to everyone else.”
He’d heard the rumors circulating about the guard - Ian had known him too. There weren’t many of them, those who were supposed to protect the island and the people, so they all sort of knew each other. “I’m sorry.” He was sorry he brought JD here, sorry he’d transferred.
That head on his shoulder had weight but Ian turned, twisted to lay his own upon that one. Eyes would close. “I hope they would treat us with more dignity and respect.” What would happen if something were to happen to them? Ian didn’t want JD to see him that way.
There was probably some kind of reason for leaving the deceased guard uncovered for so long - collecting evidence or DNA or something, but it was still something shocking to everyone who saw it. He had seen plenty of injuries and more death than he cared to think about or remember but couldn’t they at least covered the man in a sheet or something?
“I promise that if anything happened to you I will make sure that you’re treated with the level of dignity and respect that you deserve.” He couldn’t let anything happen to Ian, he had almost lost the man once, he didn’t think he could handle if it happened again.
After minutes of sitting there in the quiet JD moved his head a bit, indicating for Ian to move his own head that was resting on his. “I need a shower, a long and hot one.” To wash away everything from this day.
He was warmed by that promise. The same consideration would be given to JD in that circumstance - God forbid that ever happen - even if he had to do it himself. Nobody deserved to be so exposed. Not only was it hard on the citizens, the other guards like JD could be affected as well.
“Thank you.” He meant it. Fingers would squeeze and at the prompting his eyes opened and he lifted his head. “Alright. What can I do for you?” He wouldn’t presume that JD wanted any company. Ian could stay out here and make tea, coffee, some food. Anything that the other man wanted.
Those in charge obviously didn’t really care about the mental effects on seeing such a scene before it was cleaned up, if it had affected someone like JD who had seen death and injury, then what did it do to regular Joe Public? At least JD had Ian with him to bring him out of moments such as these, where would he be without his Sergeant?
He stood up slowly, Ian’s hand still held in his as he helped his friend to his feet, JD’s place wasn’t set up for Ian so sometimes a hand was needed. The look in his eyes said enough, asking silently for the other man to join him in the shower. He just didn’t want to be alone right now.
Letting go of JD was always a challenge but somehow he managed to do that so the other man could stand up. As the hand was lowered Ian grasped it gently and made to hoist himself up with that strength lent. He didn’t mind that this place wasn’t suited for his disability, that wasn’t an expectation. This wasn’t his place, either, to twist or shape to fit his mold.
As their gazed met Ian read the request and nodded silently to say he understood. That hand didn’t leave the other’s, he waited for orders or direction. “Let’s get you into the shower.”
Water could be so relaxing when the day had been troublesome. Drawing those large fingers up to his lips Ian pressed a series of small, light kisses against the warm skin in effort to offer some sort of support.
A small smile spread across JD’s lips for the first time that day, those light kisses against his knuckles seemed to help draw away the stress and anxiety from the day. He wasn’t in the mood for anything physical, just Ian’s company would be enough.
It was only a short distance from the main area of the house to the bathroom but the whole way JD’s hand still held onto Ian’s, leading the other man along until they were both inside the small tiled room. It was only then that their hands separated, the water was turned on and allowed to warm up as clothing was removed. A hand was offered again to help Ian into the shower, under the stream that was almost too hot to handle but it was what he needed at this moment. A soft and content sigh escaping as the heat started pouring over him.
There wouldn’t be suggestion laced in those kisses, only the warmth of one friend to another that could be lent to combat a hard situation. People often laced expectation or obligation into little touches or gestures but Ian wasn’t like that.
He moved easily enough with JD. No longer did he have to worry about furniture, running into anything, because he’d memorized the layout a long time ago. Blindfolded he could be mindful of the objects in his way.
Hands stayed clasped until they’d reached the bathroom. When their links finally parted Ian took that small opportunity to disrobe as quickly as he could, including his prosthetic leg which was leaned up against the wall within reach should he need it.
Once in the shower safely, arms would wind around JD mostly for support. He held his friend but didn’t distract from the shower, the water.
JD was still trying to figure out the physical aspect that had developed since Memorial Day, he knew that Ian was one who used soft gestures and touches and over the years he had gotten used to them, it was the soft kisses that still confused him a bit.
His own arms wound around Ian, one under an arm to offer the support that was needed for the other man to stay upright. Eyes were closed and the water cascaded over them both, he wasn’t that interested in actually soaping himself down and cleaning the day off him, just standing under the water was enough for now, it was probably more a mental cleansing than anything actually physical.
“I don’t want to lose you.” He said softly after some minutes.
Eyes closed he listened to the soothing sound of the water hitting flesh, bone, porcelain. It was relaxing, the repetitive noise, calming and what both of them needed to begin to unwind. The warmth was an added bonus, scalding but cleansing all the same. He could faintly hear JD’s breathing and the way his heart was beating, a secret masked by the other music.
When those soft words were uttered Ian sighed softly, eyes opening. He wouldn’t make promises he couldn’t keep, he didn’t want to be lost either but that was the risk they both understood upon taking this job, and also going to combat.
“I won’t go down without a fight,” he assured JD softly. “I don’t want to lose you, either.” They’d nearly done just that years ago. He’d lifted his chin to look up at the other man.
His skin was turning pink from the heat of the water but JD didn't care, what was a little physical pain after all? If anything it reminded him of the now, that he was alive and had Ian - the man he trusted more than anyone else in the world - in his arms.
He listened to Ian, he knew the other man wouldn't give up without a fight, he had already fought so hard to just be here and nothing would stop that spirit.
JD's head tilted down to look at Ian before he leaned down a bit more, so their foreheads pressed together and a quick kiss to those now familiar lips. "And I'll be there beside you."
He didn’t want to consider the weight of loss. Nothing would prepare him for that inevitability no matter what they did to try and prevent it. Just thinking about it made his heart heavy. Those kisses though were enough to distract and to assure him that they still had a long time to go.
“I know,” he managed, mumbling against those soft lips.
Hands would make their way slowly up and over muscles, wet, heated skin, and an arm would wrap as best it could around JD’s neck.
The inevitable end was something that JD didn't want to think about but when mortality gets thrown at you sometimes it becomes all you can think about. And right now that was JD's mind frame, he hoped that day wouldn't come for a long time yet and he didn't want to think about life without Ian in it but maybe that would be reality, one day, but for now he was going to live life to the fullest.
One of the arms holding and supporting Ian slid down his back, a hand gently pressing on the small of his back so their bodies were pressed together. A longer kiss this time, warm and passionate.
His heart began to race as he was pulled closer to JD. Ian slipped carefully as beckoned, grip tightening some against taut frame. A soft sound was emitted though it was overshadowed easily by the water.
He melted into that kiss allowing it to deepen, returning it with one of his own to match in pace and depth. He loved this man dearly and while he had never told him aloud he hoped that one day he would find the courage to say it. Until then, Ian wondered if JD already knew or suspected and he tried to show it in all of the little ways he could.
While he couldn’t hear the soft sound that Ian made he did feel the vibration against his lips. He knew that he wasn’t the best kisser out there, he hadn’t exactly had a lot of opportunities for that kind of intimacy but Ian had never complained, if anything the other man had taught him a thing or two.
JD suspected that Ian felt something for him, they had started as a platonic friendship - brothers in arms - but over the years that they spent together, first with Ian’s recovery and then the jobs here and there that they both had before arriving on the island, the feelings had developed beyond that. He didn’t really know what this thing everyone called love was, but what he felt for Ian was close to it.
Hands brushed across slicked skin. Mouth moved against JD’s as they kissed each other in the spray of the water. There would never be any complaints of any kind, even if something happened between them. He was too far gone for this man to find little things to fuss about.
Memorial Day was when he realized how strong his feelings were for JD; it’d been building for years without Ian having a way to describe it.
He never thought that their PTSD or triggers would be something that he would be thankful for, but without the fireworks and what happened on Memorial Day their feelings towards each other would have remained hidden for a lot longer. He never would have guessed that they would go from those awkward moments where he felt Ian's arousal for the first time to actually being in the same position, but this time nothing was awkward as Ian moved inside of him.
Their lips parted and air pulled into their lungs, heart beating faster inside of JD's chest as his arms held onto Ian firmly. This man, this man was his world. "What do you say we get out of here?"
As their mouths moved the paid silent worship to the taller man, hands stick with water brushing over skin and muscle until the kiss severed. He took a breath of his own, soft and heavy, ladened with energy from the connection moments before.
A smile would form on his lips and Ian nodded, “Yes sir.” Those two words which translated into so much more were uttered softly, and Ian waited for JD to move and turn off the spray.
Carefully, with the much appreciated help he exited the shower and was at the mercy of the other man.
The water was turned off, Ian was assisted from the shower and a large, soft towel was offered to remove the water that covered them both. When they were both dry enough JD helped his friend move into the bedroom, pulling back the covers on the bed. He didn't care if it was still rather early, he wouldn't mind just lying there in bed together for the rest of the evening.
He watched as Ian sat down on the edge of the bed, tongue moistening lips before he sat down as well, leaning over he started a trail of soft kisses along that stubbled jawline. He wasn't quite sure what they were going to do, he just wanted these kind of moments with Ian.
As he stood there, the towel was accepted and the process of drying took the same amount of time it usually would for him albeit a few moments longer because of the need to balance accordingly. His skin dried and he felt the chill from the cool air which caused little bumps to rise up across his skin. The towel was set aside to dry and he took JD’s hand, moving along with him.
He turned and sat slowly down on the edge of the bed, sheets turned back and inviting. Before he could move or do much of anything he felt the mattress shift with JD’s weight, and then that soft peppering of lips against skin. The scratchiness of the other’s facial hair was an added sensation that he’d come to adore. Head tilting some, he exposed whatever skin or lines JD wanted, eyes falling closed.
Letting JD set the pace, the mood, the energy in the room felt appropriate not that he wouldn’t have willingly complied regardless.
JD raised a hand up, curling around Ian’s neck as his kisses continued down until eventually they were actually kissing again, soft and unhurried, he didn’t have anywhere else to be tonight and from what he could tell, neither did Ian. He wanted to lie Ian down on the bed and just spend the next few hours exploring that beautiful, muscular body.
He should have known that the sight of the guard and that coppery smell of blood in the air would trigger his PTSD but he did his job regardless, if he was asked to do something like this again he would refuse, it wasn’t worth his sanity.
Pulling back from the kiss after a minute JD smiled at Ian before shifting back onto the bed. “You’re beautiful Ian, have I ever told you that?”
That little bit of worship spoke volumes; large hands tender, soft, supple lips pressed against water warmed skin now cooled. He shivered with the feeling, the sensations. His chest rose and fell with breath, heart racing faster than it ever had in those precious moments. He couldn’t help the stirring below and hoped JD didn’t notice. The last thing he wanted was obligation on anyone’s end.
Patiently he returned each kiss that had fallen upon his mouth. JD was right, he had no other place to be and none was any more important than being there just then.
Eyes would open at the words and he smiled a little, color flushing into his cheeks. “I don’t think so, but thanks.” Following suit, Ian shifted toward JD on the bed, arm lifting to wrap around that thick frame.
JD hadn't noticed the beginning of Ian's predicament because he was battling with his own, he had just wanted to spend the night curled up together but being so close to Ian his body obviously had other ideas.
A hand ran over Ian's bicep, appreciating the hard work out into building muscles. He wouldn't admit it out loud but there was more than one time that watching Ian working out had started to get him a bit worked up.
Slowly he laid back down onto the mattress, pulling Ian down with him so the shorter man was lying on top of him, legs parted slightly to give Ian some room.
Ian didn’t acknowledge the appearance of the appendage, lending his attention only to the task at hand which was receiving those soft, measured touches and connection from JD that he could earn and keep.
Head would turn and his gaze would catch JD’s momentarily, before his eyes would descend to those strong, patient hands gliding across skin.
A soft breath would escape - he moved with the beckoning of his friend, slipping across the expanse of muscle and skin. He laid atop the mountain of man humbled and grateful. Finally he settled gently between the parted legs of the other man but still without obligation. His head would turn and come to rest upon that warm frame, eyes would close and he rested, basking in the beating heart and breathing of his friend.
Arms came up and looped around the other mant, a soft and content sigh escaping from his lips as Ian settled against him, head resting near his collarbone. The stubble scratching against his skin always welcoming and grounding.
He didn't want to do anything unless Ian was in the mood as well but he was still nervous and unsure about voicing his desires and needs. He lay there in silence for a minute or two before he finally spoke, voice soft and almost cautious. "You can move if you want to." JD's hips rolling a bit, as if to give an idea of what was currently on his mind.
That motion pushing against him nearly set his body ablaze - the want was there, the urges and the need, yet he wanted to ensure that they both were on the same page. Presumption wouldn’t do either of them good, though that motion suggested they indeed were tantalizing the same thoughts.
Eyes would open. Ian set his hands on either side of JD’s hips, palms sliding flat across taut skin, before he pushed himself slowly up to get a bit of balance. The stump of his leg pushed delicately again the bed beneath JD in effort to allow for purchase.
The hand opposite would ascend to his organ, pumping over the excited and eager appendage. “Move how?” Came the soft, growl of a question in a voice designed never to leave the moment in such a tone.
As Ian sat up, JD's feet moved and knees bent as the other man shifted into a comfortable position, of course he hasn't thought about this, it was a spur of the moment thing but damn it, that spark had gotten lit and he couldn't put it out.
"However you want, give me whatever you're craving. I trust you." JD trusted Ian with his life, if he wanted to just rub and fool around JD would be happy, but if he wanted to do more than JD would be happy with that too.
A pillow would be brought down and out under his head so JD could look down at Ian, his eyes taking in all those toned muscles.
Those three words rang softly in his heart, the peal he could feel the vibrations from instantly. Eyes would dart around searching for what he knew wasn’t there - lubrication - and his gaze would lift to JD. “Could you grab the oil from the drawer?” There wouldn’t be much going on if either of them were uncomfortable. He wanted to go as far as JD would allow but he wanted it to be mutual, pleasurable.
Shifting a bit to accommodate any movement he waited to see what JD would do or say to the request.
At the request JD nodded, his upper body moving just a bit as he twisted and reached over to get the bottle from the top draw of the nightstand. Things would get uncomfortable indeed without it. With the bottle now in his hand he rested back down, offering a small smile up to Ian as he handed it over.
Part of him was nervous yet excited as to what it was Ian wanted to do, this was still all relatively new for him but anything to do with Ian he enjoyed and he couldn't get enough of the other man.
If they were doing this he was going all the way. He didn’t know when the opportunity would come again, and while he didn’t mind the bit of preparation for both of their sakes he wouldn’t deny the interest in getting to the best part.
“Thanks,” he managed, taking the bottle. Some was squirted onto a hand and massaged over skin, pumping the organ with his fingers. A soft groan escaped and he sighed a heavy, pleasure laden breath in response to the lubrication.
Setting the bottle aside Ian used a portion of the oil to lubricate that little area, pressing his fingers first upon the bottom of muscle and then slowly inside.
There was a soft groan and a moment where JD's body tensed as the fingers pressed inside of him but he relaxed with an audible exhale. His eyes slid shut as Ian's digits pressed in deeper, spreading the oil and stretching his muscles in preparation for what was to come.
One day, hopefully soon, he'd get to do this to Ian, to feel what it would be like to bring his friend this kind of pleasure. When he felt like he was ready enough he opened his eyes, "I'm ready."
Fingers would move in and out, push muscles apart in order to prepare JD for what was to come. He couldn’t balance as well as he could prior to losing his leg so his focus and patience was set on bringing the other man to a place where he could prepare himself for the movement forward.
Finally he did reach that plateau. Withdrawing the digits he took a few moments to stroke eagerly and slowly at his cock, lining up once he felt it was stiff enough.
His hand would fall back to grip gently at a hip and he lined himself up, pushing forward and into his friend with a series of soft noises.
Another soft groan was emitted as Ian pressed in slowly, this was only the third time that they had done this but each time it seemed to get easier, maybe he was just getting used to that mixture of pleasure and pain that occurred as Ian's cock stretched the inside of him in a way he couldn't describe.
When Ian was fully inside of him JD's eyes opened, pupils dark with lust although in the low light it probably wasn't obvious. His legs opened a bit more, getting into a comfortable position.
"Give me your hardest, soldier." He said, really wanting Ian to give it to him hard, not soft and gentle like their previous times.
Gasping, he emitted a hard breath and thrust forward into his friend. Motion would come and he found a rhythm - slow at first, patient as always. He felt JD shift to accommodate his girth though he wasn’t anywhere near as thick as the other man.
In the middle of the night, if he was asked straight up, he would admit to having thought about what JD would feel like deep inside of him. He craved it, yearned for it, but it would come in due time.
And then the request came. Ian couldn’t help the little smile on his face before his pace quickened, slamming himself into JD.
Maybe next time Ian's wish would come true and they'd swap positions, but tonight, tonight JD just wanted to feel and forget about the morning and how it affected him, what better way than to get lost in mutual pleasure with the man he trusted the most on this island.
The slow start was welcomed as Ian started a patient rhythm, letting his body get used to the intrusion and stretching that bit more before things would get rougher and harder. He knew Ian’s strength and wanted it, he didn’t want the other man to hold back for kindness sake.
When Ian sped up and started slamming into him JD cried out, it hurt but damn if it didn't feel good as his friend's cock rammed against that spot inside him. An arm reached up, gripping the pillow behind his head, back arching a bit as he started to move with that quickened pace.
His body tingled; Ian was breathless at the sight of his friend spread out beneath him, hands wrapped tight around hips as he thrust forward and then backward like a piston. Together they found a rhythm that worked and his mouth felt dry, heart raced.
Watching JD’s face contort as the pain mixed into pleasure he observed for any signs of discomfort. Finding none, he continued the momentum undeterred. His good knee pushed hard into the mattress. Ian would lean forward to press his mouth upon any skin her could reach.
“Mm,” he groaned, “JD.”
As much as he enjoyed their slow coupling the previous times there was something about this, something about the harder and faster rhythm that made JD feel so alive. He didn’t care that each of Ian’s thrusts was driving him up and into the mattress, that he would undoubtedly be sore once it was all over, all that he cared about was how it was making him feel and that was fantastic.
He managed to open his eyes as the kisses were pressed to his chest and stomach, watching Ian continue to move, his own breath coming out in audible pants and the occasional groan of “Oh.”
Legs moved down from where they were bent, lying on the mattress as JD reached down to pull Ian against his front the best he could. Without any warning he rolled them over, mindful of Ian’s legs as the shorter man now lay underneath him. A smirk played on his lips as he drew his knees up again, pressing them into the mattress beside Ian’s waist as he started moving again, up and down on that hard organ inside of him.
Eyes would flicker up as his mouth tasted skin, eager to see the expression on the other man’s face. If he hadn’t been turned on before after seeing JD in the throes of passion he would be now. There was no describing this moment - he had no words nor would he try as any attempt would take away from the intensity.
And then he was moving forward, being pinned against that solid frame before rotating carefully with JD’s guidance.
Finding himself now pinned beneath the taller man Ian moaned, readjusting to better suit the new position. There was something enchanting about seeing his friend perched over him, riding his cock. An arm would come up behind his own head for support, the other finding purchase on the sheets and mattress beneath.
For a few moments he stayed in that position, elbows resting on the mattress above Ian’s shoulders as he moved - be it a bit slower - on that length, careful not to let it slip out. He gave Ian one long, hard and passionate kiss before pushing himself up with his arms until he was sitting upright, body at right angles to Ian’s.
Here he stopped, still panting loudly as he sunk back down until Ian’s full length was inside him once again, hips shifting a bit as he settled into this new position. JD took this moment to appreciate the raw beauty of the man laid out below him - from those hard lines of muscles, that peppering of hair over chiselled chest and the faint white scars that were of a much more painful origin.
“You want me to move, soldier?” The teasing tone and terms that they usually used in the gym somehow spilling over to here, it almost seemed fitting though. “It feels so good that I could just stay like this all night.” Maybe not forever but for a while at least.
Eyes would squeeze closed as their mouths collided. Arms would slide up and around JD’s body - one curled around his neck, the other at the waist which left his palm settling against the small of the other man’s back.
And then he was letting the other man go, watching that perfect ascent. He admired the rippling muscles, the toned physique, the beauty and grace the other moved with. Hands would find skin and caress, worship.
“Yes sir,” he barked back, though the tone was playful. Amused at the comment Ian smiled, shrugging. “You won’t get complaints from me.”
Tempting as it was to stay in that position for the rest of the night JD was already too worked up to just stay still, his hips slowly started rolling as Ian shrugged and said he wouldn’t complain but Ian was never one to do that, even back in the VA he never tried to play any kind of pity card. It was one of the many qualities that had attracted JD.
The rhythm quickly picked up again, his eyes closing as he settled into it, lifting up and then impaling himself on that hard length over and over, why hadn’t they tried this position sooner? It was easier on Ian and JD liked that he was able to set his own pace.
“Oh God... Ian…” He groaned, his own hands settling on his hips as he all but bounced up and down, it felt amazing and he knew that although he wasn’t that submissive that he definitely wanted to do this again, maybe they wouldn’t wait the weeks like they had before.
That motion began to pick up and he had to admit that he was grateful for it. It felt so good being inside of JD but this was taking things to a new level. His firm cock pushed against the tight, slick muscles at whatever pace suited the other man. Ian would shift to lift his leg and better accommodate JD in effort to maximize the pleasure.
“JD,” he grunted in return, hips pushing up as JD came down against him, keeping up with the pace set. He bit back any terms of endearment which might slip out in the heat of the moment that might allow the momentum to cease or slow, they hadn’t established anything formal and who was he to push anyone? He felt lucky just getting a second glance from this beast of a man.
Feeling those hips rising up to meet him with each downward movement filled him in a way he couldn’t describe, just when he thought it couldn’t get any better, or Ian couldn’t possibly get any deeper inside of him than something happened and changed his view entirely. This was unlike any sex that he had ever engaged in before, the deep emotional connection between the two of them just elavated things to the next level.
The only sounds audible were the loud panting breaths and the slap, slap of skin against skin, nothing really needed to be said right now, their actions spoke volumes and without words he knew their attraction and adoration for each other was mutual.
JD picked up the pace again, each thrust driving him towards that inevitable high but he didn’t want to go there alone, he wanted Ian to be right there with him. “God… please… please…” He panted, pleaded.
An exhale, deep and filled with passion. His eyes closed and he lost himself in the feeling and sensations creeping across his skin, around his nerves, through his body. The literal ache of need intensified with each pump upwards and every response downward.
Hands found skin. He made his eyes open, not wanting to miss the expressions moving across JD’s face and body.
Ian’s stomach began to twist with that familiar sensation of climax. He careened with JD toward the edge of that feeling, chasing the high.
Nothing would compare to their first time, every moment would be forever burnt into his memory but this, JD doubted this would be something he forgot in a hurry either. Each time they got intimate he secretly hoped that they’d get another chance, that this wasn’t the last time they’d get to do this, to be together in this way.
His body tensed, virtually of his muscles tightening as he skirted the edge. He was so close but he couldn’t let go yet, not until he knew Ian was there too. “Oh… oh… please... “ It was almost as if he was asking for permission to let himself climax.
A gasp. His muscles tensed and he felt the blood rushing to the lower part of his body as JD brought him closer to that release. He could tell the other man was close, too, which gave him an iota of selfish pleasure knowing he’d gotten them here to this level of euphoria.
“Finish, soldier,” he managed, the order playful but appropriate for the circumstances. Hips would push up and into the tight muscles only a few times more before Ian found himself hitting that peak and releasing himself into JD.
That commandment was all that he needed to let himself go, a loud and hoarse cry came from his dry throat as he shot all over Ian’s chest and stomach. His own hips still moving as he rode that high and only stopping when he had completely finished.
JD didn’t care about the mess he had made on Ian as he slowly lowered his chest down onto the man below him, careful to not break the still intimate connection between them. “Thank you sir.” He mumbled as he rested his head against Ian’s shoulder, breath still coming in pants.
The sticky, warm fluid coating his skin was welcomed. It would be cleaned away soon but the feeling that came with it would linger long after the mess was gone. Ian groaned, melting into the mattress below as he coasted on that magnificent high.
His heart was hammering, breathing labored, as his arms lifted to wind around JD. He couldn’t help the grin plastered across his face - a mixture of many emotions.
“At ease,” he murmured softly, eyes falling closed.