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Summer, 2000
Friday Evening
“…a pass?”
Leon nodded, looking at Krauser with genuine hope. His Major had seemed to be in a good mood recently, and not least because of all the sex he and Leon had been having from time to time when no one could see. It was a great way to relieve some stress which seemed to help both of them, because Leon also felt significantly better than before, less numb, more … aware. Wanting things. Wanting some rest, and not to just fall down onto his bed to black out from daily exhaustion.
“Yes, sir. Requesting a day’s pass. If—” The late realization hit him unexpectedly and sent chills to creep up his spine. Was he even allowed to request this!? “If that’s—that is permitted to me, isn’t it?”
What was going to be a confirmation turned into a tentative question, because at that moment Leon got overwhelmed with sudden dread. He was here on some special terms, after all, so what if they regulated his rest as well? What if he wasn’t allowed to have any days off training, only those mandatory hours which were the same for every recruit? What if he had to only train—no, no, it couldn’t have been like that, could it? No one could only train, they would collapse, or go insane, or—
“Yeah,” Krauser drawled, looking at Leon with some unreadable emotion, his eyes narrowed to slits. “It is.”
It was Friday evening, Krauser and him had already had their scheduled knife combat training this morning, so the next one was due not earlier than Sunday. Besides, Saturdays were usual days on which recruits could ask for a pass…
Still, Leon felt nervous: Krauser’s scrutinizing gaze made him think that there could really have been some special conditions for him.
“You may have your pass, Kennedy,” Krauser said, still slowly, as if weighing different options in his head. “On one condition.”
Right. Exactly what Leon had suspected. There had been special terms in his case.
Krauser circled him around as if inspecting every button and clasp, every strap and fold of Leon’s recruit uniform. He brushed Leon’s bangs from his face to look him in the eyes, then stepped away and walked to the door.
The lock clicked softly, cutting them from the world. Then Krauser materialized behind Leon’s shoulder and shoved him forward, pointing at his own chair.
“Strip from the waist down. Then sit over there.”
“Wh—” Leon stopped himself before he could finish. Krauser’s orders had never been for discussion, especially these ones. Even despite the fact they had never done anything inappropriate in Krauser’s office before.
It was too risky. Someone could walk on them, overhear the noises, report on them. Leon shuddered with a wild mixture of fear and heat. Truth be told, this turned him on. It was dangerous for their careers, yes, and for Krauser, potentially fatal. Yet it was so hot!
“Aye, sir,” Leon said quietly before doing what he’d been ordered to do: stripping, quickly and efficiently, his boots and socks being placed neatly next to the table, his fatigues and briefs folded and put on it beside some unfinished paperwork.
Krauser’s chair was huge and comfortable, totally on the solid side, yet still soft enough so as not to hurt in case its owner had to spend hours poring over his correspondence, personnel evaluations and all sorts of reports. Leon clenched his teeth when his bare ass touched the cold leather with a soft creak. He didn’t know what to expect. Would he have to suck his Major off? Would they fuck?
Again, truth be told, Leon was trembling with anticipation, his cock already half-hard just from being so humiliatingly on display.
What Krauser did, though, surprised him and almost made him recoil.
“Not a word,” Krauser ordered sternly as he kneeled between Leon’s thighs, shouldering them wider apart. “Maintain silence. Control your breathing. Consider this an endurance test: you pass and get your paper signed. You fail…”
He didn’t finish, although the consequences of a possible failure were pretty clear. Instead, Krauser lurched forward and swallowed Leon’s half-hard cock all the way down to the base. Leon gasped in surprise but managed to catch himself and cover his mouth with his hand so as not to utter another sound.
Control your breathing.
Did Krauser want him not to show any reaction at all?
Hot, wet tongue twirled at the base of Leon’s cock, pressed at the sensitive spot there right between his balls to check how tense there Leon already was, then slid along the underside of his shaft up to the crown of his glans. All the blood in Leon’s body flooded south, leaving him slightly lightheaded and gasping for air. Almost immediately, though, Krauser let him go with a soft “pop” and looked up.
“First and final warning, Kennedy,” he said, his eyes almost black with unhidden desire. “No. Sounds.”
Leon nodded curtly, watching Krauser close his eyes and dive back onto his cock to swallow it again. Leon held his breath and rolled his jaw, realizing it was going to be really hard to follow the order. Krauser definitely knew what he was doing and seemed to have no mercy, as he gave Leon everything he could. His tongue assaulted all Leon’s most sensitive spots, teased the frenulum, lapped at the tip to collect pearly beads of precum, leaking from the slit. Long, broad strokes over the underside of Leon’s shaft gave way to a tight squeeze of the lips right under the glans; Krauser sucked hard on the tip, stimulating the crown and threatening Leon with the slightest graze of his teeth over the delicate skin. His hands held Leon’s thighs in a steel grip, kneading them constantly, blunt nails digging so deep into the spots where the hamstrings met the buttocks that it caused Leon dull pain, adding to his arousal.
In a desperate attempt to ground himself, Leon combed his fingers through Krauser’s hair, slightly crunchy from all the gel the man had used to slick it back. It was so tempting to just press at Krauser’s nape, to force him down harder, make him linger at the root of Leon’s cock and not pull back straight away. Upon thinking about this, and before Leon could stop himself, he thrust up, deeper into the velvety heat of Krauser’s throat, all his mindpower being spent on the forceful steadying of his breath. What a wicked, tormenting order that was … Leon was slipping, another thrust followed that first one, then more and more, both hands holding Krauser’s head, fingers clenched of their own volition. Forgetting himself, Leon was now fucking Krauser’s throat in earnest, counting his inhales and exhales and barely managing not to whine.
He wouldn’t last long, that he knew for sure. His head thrown back, Leon’s body was all tense and burning with need. He could feel his release building up rapidly, his stomach and pelvic muscles spasming, his balls drawing up and tightening, his thighs trembling with effort, clamped hard against Krauser’s broad frame. Sweat sheened Leon’s skin, which made the leather of the chair creak and squelch at every sharp buck of his hips, but that was alright, wasn’t it? That was not Leon’s voice … not Leon’s gasps…
…breathe in. Stifle a moan, because Krauser gagged at a particularly careless thrust, his throat spasmed vice-tight around Leon’s glans, massaging it in the cruelest way. Breathe out, slowly, as slowly as possible, long enough to thrust up a few more times. Tears were gathering in the corners of Leon’s eyes; he felt as if he was being electrocuted. Those goddamned lips, always so surprisingly soft, were now draining Leon’s strength, sucking out his very life.
Leon was close … so close that his bare toes curled painfully, scratching against the floor, as he hung on the very precipice of his release.
Next moment there were hurried steps behind the door. Then a knock.
“Major Krauser!” someone called, but Leon didn’t recognize the voice. As if he cared. “You there, sir?”
Krauser’s hands clenched harder on Leon’s thighs, pinning him down so that he couldn’t move anymore. His fingernails dug deeper into the skin, his nimble tongue prodded at the leaking slit of Leon’s cock, pressed harder, as if trying to penetrate it, then slid around the crown, rubbed at the frenulum once more, and that was it. The fear of the possibility to be caught, the wet heat, still engulfing the oversensitive glans—it was too much! The last and the only conscious thing Leon did was to free one hand and clasp it tight over his own mouth and nose. Then one of the most powerful orgasms in Leon’s life hit him with the force of an exploding grenade, splashing him with white-hot pleasure, overflooding and suffocating him.
He managed not to moan.
Barely.
All Leon wanted was to scream out his spilling release.
“Sir, you there?” Another knock.
Slowly, very slowly Krauser pulled away, swallowing Leon’s load till the last drop and licking his lips with a quiet, sated exhale. His cheeks were burning bright with blush, and he was smirking predatorily.
“No,” he murmured so quietly that Leon barely heard him, and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. “’m not here.”
Leon felt dizzy as he gingerly let out a long, silent breath. His head was spinning, his whole body feeling like jelly or a puppet whose strings got suddenly cut. The office careened to the side, and next moment Krauser caught him, guided Leon’s head to rest against his own shoulder and pressed a warning finger across Leon’s lips.
The soldier behind the door swore as he hurried away. Leon let out a strangled sob, but still managed to make it quiet. Krauser gave a tiny huff, then shook him lightly.
“Wake up, rookie,” he ordered in a low voice, one wide palm being placed between Leon’s shoulder blades, searing hot and steadying. “Make yourself presentable.”
As if Leon could do that now, when his legs seemed to be nothing but overstretched rubber bands. Yet he tried his best: slowly stood up with Krauser’s help and put his boxers and pants back on. His fingers failed him when he began fastening his belt, so after a few failed attempts Krauser pushed them away and did it himself.
“Did I pass…?” Leon croaked, his mouth completely parched. “—sir.”
His toes curling, Leon looked at his boots, still neatly standing next to the table leg, with weak disgust. The dizziness was so strong that he was genuinely afraid to faint when he would bend over to put them on.
“Nah. You failed,” Krauser was watching him again with palpable hunger, his pupils still blown so wide that their black totally swallowed the icy blue. “The chair creaked.”
Cold sweat trickled down Leon’s spine as he sank back into the said chair to finish dressing himself and bowed his head to hide his disappointment. He tried, he seriously tried…!
Yet he failed.
It was unfair!
Krauser heaved a sigh, then turned to the table and shuffled through the countless stacks of papers. He fished out an empty form, quickly filled it up, and pressed what turned up to be a signed pass against Leon’s chest, right over his still racing heart.
“Forgiven for the first and the last time,” he said with an air of nonchalance. “Won’t happen again. Try harder next time.”
…next … time…? Leon thought as he blinked, his eyes darting between Krauser’s still glowing face and the paper. There will be next time?
It seemed that there would.
“This the only pass you gonna request from me?” Krauser snorted, one blond eyebrow arched in mocking skepticism. “Next time, Kennedy, don’t fail.”
Leon licked his dry lips, his eyes glued to the obvious bulge in his Major’s pants, the wet spot, where he was leaking precum abundantly, right in front of Leon’s eyes. Maybe Leon should offer to do something about it? But his head was so empty, and his hands trembled so much the hard-earned paper almost slipped from his slackened fingers.
Yet he wanted to have a taste—
“Dismissed,” Krauser said coolly as he stepped back and to the cabinet, filled with more stacks of paper and manila folders up to the brim.
He began shuffling through the folders, not paying attention to Leon anymore, as if nothing had happened. As if his hands weren’t trembling either. As if he didn’t feel the need to release. Leon wanted to approach him, to kneel—more likely, to simply drop on his knees—and return the favor. Right here, under the cold white light of the electrical bulb.
“I said, dismissed,” Krauser repeated with irritation seeping into his voice.
Leon shuddered and swallowed the offer that was already on his tongue. It was hard to walk when the walls were swaying and shifting around him, but somehow, he made it to the door, and even was lucky enough to find the corridor empty and still. The door clicked softly behind his back, and less than a second afterward the lock was shut with a clear snap.
A short rustle of fabric was all Leon heard. One sharp intake of breath.
Then there was silence again.