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He’s not used to being inside his avatar body for too long, so Jake usually spends most of his days outside of it instead. It’s a bit difficult to train with your fellow marines when most of them are ten times your size. Either you learn how to defend yourself or just accept your fate and end up with a few broken bones. Lucky for him, Jake’s a stubborn motherfucker and a few cracked ribs never scared him.
“In line.”
That rough, mature voice never fails to bring a smile to Jake’s lips. Reminds him of his time as a soldier.
“Lopez, you need a time out, boy?”
Wainfleet and Zindarsk both turn their heads to snicker, while the rest glare at the aforementioned man. Lopez attempts to glare right back, but the insistent tapping of the colonel’s combat boots startles him.
“No, sir…sorry.”
Jake honestly has no idea what provoked this reaction from their superior but it was probably bad enough to piss him off. He glances up at Quaritch, craning his neck to be able to do so. The man’s mouth is pulled in its usual disapproving frown, eyebrows scrunched together.
“Any of y’all wanna be comedians, your place ain’t here. A hundred. On the spot. Sully, you can go stretch while I deal with these buffoons.”
Jake gives an affirmative nod and moves to the side so there’s more space for them to work with. He knows that the colonel doesn’t mean half the things he says. He’s seen him mess around with them, even joke when none of the personnel is around. It’s a pleasant sight.
It takes a well to relax his stiff limbs. Jake is still bruised up from last time and his muscles keep cramping once every few seconds. The others don’t suffer the same consequences, bodies resilient and flexible. Yeah well, maybe you would be saying the same if you weren’t such a hard-headed son of a bitch.
Jake glances toward the squad when all of them whine in exasperation. The colonel makes a comment about them being dramatic little princesses and then he taps his foot again. Time for a sparring session. Jake stands, shifting from one leg to another in anticipation. He already knows who he’s going to pick as his partner. All of them pair up and when Lyle makes an attempt to get to him, Jake hurriedly interrupts him and grins up at the Colonel.
“Sir. If you wouldn’t mind.”
Quaritch’s eyes widen, while the rest all whoop in amusement. Wainfleet all but groans, realizing he won’t be able to get revenge for last time.
“He can’t be for real-”
“A’ight.” Quaritch replies, tone mild and expression unreadable. Fucking finally! About time they all stopped treating him like he’s useless. “Won’t go easy on you, just so we’re clear.”
“Don’t doubt it, sir.” Jake grins, already in position, hands rubbing at his biceps as excitement courses through his body. He might as well be buzzing with all this energy. Quaritch gives him one more curious look, then without warning he pounces. Jake has a few seconds to register what’s going on before everything goes black.
-
“....ld you he wouldn’t last a second. At least last time he managed to roughen Lyle up a bit.” Jake blinks dazedly, groaning at the searing pain in his chest. He clutches at his shirt blindly, trying to ease the ache.
“Yo, what?! I was going easy on him, fuckass.” Jake can barely make out the distinct sound of growling and hissing and then-
“Both of you shut the fuck up, before I make you clean shit for a month.” There’s a warmth on his cheek and he finally manages to pry his eyes open. So many blue faces. All staring at him. Some in concern, others in distaste. And then there’s Quaritch, with his frown and all…Shit, he’s handsome. “Sully, you’re a piece of work. No more sparring with us, unless you decide to hop into your avatar.”
Jake groans again, but this time out of annoyance. Still, he relents and gives a curt nod, to which Quaritch hums and pulls away along with the rest of the squad. They go back to their workouts, while Jake lays there trying to regain his composure and patch up his bruised up ego.
-
Days go by as usual, nothing eventful transpiring outside of a few run-ins with the locals. Jake still hates being inside his avatar, but the colonel is insistent. And by insistent, he means demanding and offering no room for further resistance.
They visit Grace’s school, which might as well be the most interesting thing Jake’s done by far. The kids are all so eager to learn
The colonel, on the other hand, doesn’t seem as impressed. Jake keeps stealing glances once every ten seconds, studying that sharp face and all its angles. To anyone else, this three meter behemoth would seem absolutely terrifying, but not to Jake. Nor the kids, it would seem.
Once their class ends, most of them begin scurrying out of the facility, but others decide to stick around. Jake gives a small smile when one of the younger ones waves at him, a bright smile on her cute face. That same girl then turns toward Quaritch. There’s something resembling paper in her small hands. Jake watches her approach the other man and he doesn’t know why he feels this unsettled.
Quaritch is silent as he watches on, stoic as ever, but his hands remain still at his sides. The girl finally reaches him, looking a bit nervous, then she hands him in the paper. Jake might as well be sweating bullets just looking at the scene playing out in front of him. He wouldn’t hurt her…I know this. But he’s always been a bit harsh.
The colonel lifts a brow and much to Jake’s surprise, gets down on one knee so he and the girl are almost the same height.
“What’s this for?” Jake’s ears twitch at how light his voice sounds, like he’s fighting back a smile.
The girl gives a toothy grin, finally feeling a bit more confident about the whole gift giving. “It is for you! Thank you for keeping us safe.” She pushes the paper further into Quaritch’s chest, who lets out a surprised chuckle and takes it. His smile… Damn it, Jake. How about you stop swooning over your superior, it’s beyond pathetic.
Quaritch pats her on the head once, then jerks his head to indicate that she should join the others. Her sweet giggle echoes through the now empty classroom. They both watch as she runs out, immediately finding a playmate. Jake’s eyes shift to Quaritch’s face once again, a warmth settling in his stomach when he notices the tender smile tugging on the older man’s lips. Jake doesn’t dare ask what’s on that paper, afraid that his question might startle the other. Quaritch seems to be acutely aware of his unabashed staring, because he hums and closes his eyes.
“We’re done for the day, let’s head out.”
There’s an unspoken rule about who you can and can’t fall in love with while in the military. Obviously, sex is allowed between soldiers. You can exchange saliva with them once the lights are off, touch each other up and make a mess in the sheets. But…that’s where the line ends. Anything outside of that can get you in serious trouble. That includes making doe eyes at your higher-up.
Jake’s not dumb. Or well, at least that’s what he believes. Sure, him and the colonel might exchange some looks. Might bump into each other, then turn to stare for a few seconds. And maybe this is wishful thinking on Jake’s part, but he swears that each time they’re given direct orders to keep an eye on the school, Quaritch always picks Jake as his plus one. He could finally be losing his mind.
Because he wants to be more than Quaritch’s second in command. More than just his closest friend, even if the Colonel tries to deny that part.
That warmth remains in his chest for the remainder of the day, and possibly through the night too. Jake knows he’s fucked the moment he imagines that smile being directed at him and his heart begins thumping loudly, nearly deafening to his own ears.
-
Limbs ledden, back aching, head throbbing. Not hard to wake up with all of those combined, when your body is still aching and bruised up. Coming to terms with the fact that he won’t be able to get well rested, Jake gets up, moving his toes around just to make sure that he’s not dreaming. It’s thanks to the Colonel that he got his legs back. A lot of nerve transfer, then some chip getting installed in his lower back to keep said nerves intact. He never asked how much this whole treatment cost the RDA. Probably nearly as much as one avatar.
The sigh that leaves him isn’t one of exasperation. He’s forever grateful, just unsure how to handle his recovery.
Jake paces the room, searching for things to do. His eyes stop on the small tablet he keeps on his person, now discarded on the desk opposite his bed. He’s so lost in his thoughts that any kind of excessive noise produced by his movements is put to the side.
There’s a loud thumping sound on his door and Jake nearly pisses himself. Who the hell would be up at this hour- Oh, yeah. Right.
He hurries to press the corresponding button which unlocks the door and is immediately met with- Holy shit… all three meters of Colonel Miles Quaritch. Jake’s brain, still fuzzy from waking up so abruptly, tries to process the situation. As well as the hard plains of the Colonel’s abdomen. And his unreasonably large thighs. The biceps. Wait, when was the last time Jake saw him without the cargo pants and low cut tank top? Now, Quaritch is wearing some kind of na’vi issued boxers, that are definitely not making his-
“Trouble sleeping?”
What? Wait, where the hell was I going with that?
“H-huh? Oh- well, guess you could say that.” Fuck, fuck. Were you seriously just about to get a hard on for the Colonel? That’s a new kind of low, Sully.
Quaritch hums, leaning against the doorframe, an imploring look on his face. Jake gets the cue and steps to the side to let the older man in. It’s funny, the way Quaritch has to duck in order to enter the room. It’s definitely not funny watching those muscles ripple even when there’s not that much strain.
“Didn’t mean to wake you up, sir. Just…getting that itch again.” He needs to be honest with the man who practically put him back on his feet. It’s the least he could do to show some gratitude.
Quaritch hums again, taking a seat on the floor, since it’s the only place spacious enough to fit his large frame. Jake closes the door and moves on top of his chair.
Two guys…in one room…one already practically undressed. Damn, this is like the start of a bad porno.
“I wanted to apologize for that day.”
Jake looks up, fingers unconsciously tightening around the hard metal of his chair. There’s this unspoken mutual respect between them. Jake isn’t sure how and when it happened, but he’s certain that this is one of the reasons most of the recoms despise him. Pretty boy Sully’s the colonel’s favorite. Figures. They’d say. Jake never let their words get to him, but deep down he’d always wondered why Quaritch chose him.
“S’ fine. Had way worse before.”
Quaritch lets out a breathy chuckle, face immediately getting serious seconds later. Jake could spend an entire day just studying those expressions, the different glimmers in his eyes, the lines of his face.
“You’re my best man, Sully. But I want you to get used to that avatar body. Otherwise I’ll have to dismiss you.” Jake flinches at the harsh words. Has he really gone too far this time? If this is the reason why the colonel tackled him during training, then-
“Alright. I’ll try.”
There’s an approving look in those yellow orbs and it’s enough to make Jake feel giddy again. It’s also enough to make him stand up and go in front of the colonel, who raises an eyebrow but doesn’t question.
“Spar with me again? Just the two of us.” He literally got scolded for his stupidity a few seconds ago, but he wants to try. Show this man that he can take anything thrown his way. It all sounds so convincing that not even someone like Quaritch would dare argue with him.
A sharp smile forms on his superior’s lips, fangs glistening in the low lit room and Jake has to suppress a shiver.
“Go on then. I’ll follow.”
-
“Just don’t do it like last time please. I know the cat instincts are hard to suppress, sir, but half my ribs are broken because of you.” Jake swears that Quaritch nearly rolls his eyes at that. There are several mattresses laid across the floor.
“Just get in position, boy. We gotta make a run today and it’s already 2 am.”
Jake does as he’s told, making sure to crack his knuckles a couple of times, before he stands in front of the Colonel. This is so fucking stupid. He weights at least, what? Three hundred kilos? Guy could crush you. Whatever, he asked for this. Quaritch is staring at him, gaze unwavering, pupils slightly dilated. He taps his knee twice and Jake charges at him. He tackles the older man, putting in all his weight into the action, hoping it will at least make him tumble backwards. Except, he doesn’t budge. Jake pants harshly through his nose, frustration building up and making him push harder against that solid mass. The Colonel has the fucking nerve to laugh.
A firm hand pushes him off with ease and Jake falls flat on his ass. He glares at his superior, but Quaritch only smirks.
“I admire your resolve, son. But, I could barely feel anything.”
Fucking- Fine. Let’s see how you like this, you dick.
Jake moves before the colonel has a chance to blink, throwing himself at the other’s leg instead. It’s finally enough to knock him off balance. With a surprised grunt, Quaritch stumbles backwards, making several attempts to stay upright. Jake grins triumphantly, as both of them hit the soft mattresses.
“Ha- How’s that for-”
A hand swatting at his head interrupts him. Stubborn as he is, Jake refuses to budge from his spot and nearly gives into the temptation of biting into the colonel’s leg. Quaritch chuckles and grabs Jake by the back of his shirt, lifting him up and throwing him on the mattress across them. Jake winces, because yeah it hurts being flung that hard, but he’s the one who wanted this. The colonel is quick to pin him to it. A playful rumble tearing itself from his throat. Jake’s heart feels like it's gonna burst right out of his ribcage. Quaritch looks so feral, his ears pinned back, eyes wild, that Jake almost feels like prey. He gulps, the sound audible enough to bounce off the walls and that’s when Quaritch seems to snap out of whatever haze he was in.
It’s that exact moment when Jake realizes two things. The colonel is really fucking hot when he acts like that and Fuck, I’m hard. Maybe there’s a third thing about enjoying being manhandled, but Jake doesn’t really have the brain power to process anything right now. He casts a nervous look at Quaritch’s face, and-
His pupils are blown wide. Nose twitching, nostrils flaring. Wait, shit. Don’t tell me he can actually te-
“We-...That’s enough for now.” And he sounds so stressed over it that Jake almost feels guilty. Except he doesn’t feel guilty now , so he does what he’s been craving to do since he first saw the colonel during the safety instruction in the main hall, and he mashes their lips together. It’s a bit awkward and clunky, considering Quaritch’s head is way bigger than his, but Jake’s determined and he cranes his neck to make it better for both of them.
Naturally, Quaritch freezes up, Jake can feel his body stiffen and he half expects the man to pull away and sucker punch him back to Earth, but the blow never comes. There’s an audible gasp and Jake has half a mind to lean further into the mattress before the colonel is pressing back into the kiss, big hands clutching Jake’s head. Jake wraps both of his arms around that wide back, straining a bit with the effort, which only serves to yet again remind him of the sheer size of this man.
There’s not much sound in the room, besides the raindrops tapping on the windows outside, as well as the smacking of lips. It’s been such a long time since he’s touched another person, let alone be touched by one. And the Colonel’s touch is searing hot, Jake shivering against him when one of those big hands moves to gently wrap around his thin neck. He nearly begs Quaritch to squeeze and knock him unconscious. Nearly. Instead, he moans against that warm mouth and slips a bold tongue out to trace Quaritch’s lips.
“Christ, Sully.” Somehow his usually rough voice is even hoarser now and that makes Jake fucking throb . “You been holding back on me?” Jake wants to reply, he really does, but the insistent heat between his legs is making him too dizzy to even think straight. He wants to deepen the kiss, but Quaritch has other plans. There’s the sound of gentle whooshing somewhere behind the colonel’s back, which Jake believes could be that ravenous tail moving around in excitement.
“Lie back.” Who would’ve guessed that his hot superior going commando on his ass would make Jake feel this turned on?
He obeys silently, moving further back into the mattress with shaky arms and a trembling body. The colonel mumbles something along the lines of good boy and Jake would moan in reply if it weren’t for a warm wet tongue licking a stripe across his neck. Jake reaches up to run his hands through that short hair, tipping his head back when Quaritch grazes sharp canines across his jugular. There’s a big hand tracing his abdomen, then slowly going further down-
“Sir-”
The colonel groans into his neck, then pulls away to stare into Jake’s hazy eyes. They’re moving a bit too fast, but if he were completely honest, Jake was kind of hoping for this. Quaritch’s hand is still on the hem of his shorts, a patient look on his face. Jake takes a breath, or maybe two, until he feels brave enough to give an affirmative nod.
“Obviously I can’t use my fingers on you.” Jake nearly whimpers at that. He’s very much aware that would be psychically impossible, without proper and thorough preparation, but there’s still that almost animalistic need to get filled up by the colonel’s thick fingers. “Yet. So…”
Jake lets out a questioning noise as his underwear is pulled off of him. It doesn’t require much tugging on the Colonel’s side, Jake’s as pliant as a new recruit. He leans his head back into the mattress, staring at the ceiling until he feels a hot breath right against his dick. Instinctively, his legs try closing up, but Quaritch’s head is there to prevent that from happening, so his thighs sort of bump against solid cheekbones.
“Scared? We can call this off, boy.” He cares…he cares and isn’t going to use me up until he’s satisfied. Jake shakes his head abruptly, nearly cracking his neck with the force of it. The colonel grins at him playfully, then shifts his gaze to the heat between Jake’s thighs. “Could smell you in your room too…I thought my nose was actin’ up.” Jake shivers, canting his hips slightly, until Quaritch relents and licks a lazy stripe over his dick.
THe reaction is immediate. Jake’s back arches off of the mattress, and the sound he lets out sounds is a mix between a yelp and whine. He’s been so pent up since his arrival at the base. Feels almost surreal, the sensation from having a mouth on his arousal, working him over gently and carefully. After years of being deprived of sex, he could take just about anything the colonel throws his way.
That large mouth keeps switching between sucking on his dick and tonguing inside him. Jake doesn’t know which feels better, but if he wants to get off he needs more attention on his sensitive cock. Not trusting his voice, Jake places a hand on Quartich’s head until the older man pulls back slightly to look up at him. There’s a wounded moan, kind of pathetic, Sully, and he puts a hand on his dick, hoping Quaritch picks up on the cue.
The glimmer in those yellow eyes is knowing. Good God, did this man fall from heaven?
Quaritch goes back to his initial ministrations, sucking a bit harder now, mindful of his sharp canines. Jake is sure his thighs are trembling like crazy, still wounded around his superior’s head, but he honestly couldn’t care any less. Not when everything feels so unbearably good, all Jake can think is how he should’ve- they should’ve done this sooner. Worth the fucking wait.
The sounds are so filthy and wet, that if anyone were to pass by the gym they would be able to guess what kind of exercises they were doing. All of that combined with the insistent, determined sucking is nearly- nearly enough…Just a bit more-
“Sir- sir, shit- please-” The desperation in his voice will haunt him for the rest of his life. But it seems to be enough, because Quaritch groans loudly and the vibrations from that tip Jake over the edge. He comes with a broken shout of the colonel’s first name, too lost in the waves of arousal crashing through his body to care about familiarities. He can barely make out the faint sound of Quaritch showering him in praise, a large hand grazing the taut muscle of his abdomen.
Jake doesn’t know for how long he lies there, panting, flushed and sweaty as hell, but the colonel is ever so patient. When he’s certain his brain’s working properly again, Jake cracks an eye open. Damn, the ceiling looks like shit. But also. Damn, the colonel really sucked me off. The guy who he’s been pining after for months. Jake, you’re one lucky ass bastard.
“Made quite the mess.” He can’t contain the dumb chuckle, but he makes no effort to stand up. Then he’s suddenly hit with a thought-
“You-” Jake clears his throat, cringing when it cracks. “Want me to return the favor?”
Quaritch hums low in his throat, squeezing Jake’s thigh, which causes him to let out a shaky gasp. There’s a short pause and Jake honestly considers it, dick already twitching in interest. But the colonel removes his hand and moves to sit on the mattress closest to him.
“Not tonight.” Which is definitely a promise that there will be a second time in the future. Jake laughs, completely enthralled by this incredible man. It doesn’t last, because the colonel leans over him once more and the look in his eyes makes Jake’s stomach flip. He leans forward until his mouth is right against Jake’s ear and whispers out a hoarse : be a good boy and get your ass back to bed. Jake blinks about ten times, before his brain registers the words that were spoken to him, but before he can reply Quaritch is already at the door. One last glance in his direction, and he’s gone. Disappearing into the darkness like a phantom.
Jake lets out a long breath. Best sparring session of his life.