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"Ya se puede ir señor Krauser. Recuerde, nada de ejercicio y cuídese por favor."

Krauser had learned a little Spanish for the mission in South America, but he still struggled to understand when the Doctor quickly addressed him during his discharge from the hospital. He had spent two weeks there, getting his arm put back together after receiving the injury that was sure to end his military career. After three surgeries, they had finally decided he was healed enough to go spend the rest of his quarantine in a nearby hotel arranged by the US government.

After they finished the mission, they were forced into a month of observation. The government determined it was too risky to send them back to the States right away, so lock down it was. Normally, Krauser would have been eager to go back to his own bed to rest after a grueling assignment, but after his injury, he didn't seem to care much what happened to him from that point forward. He felt like a leaf in the wind. Fragile, with no way to control which way it drifted to.

The bumpy ride to the modest hotel was relatively quick, and soon enough he was ushered into his room. He would receive three meals a day at his door, and he would be expected to write a daily report of his condition. Of course, he wasn't allowed to leave the room under any circumstances. There was nothing but a bed, a small TV, and some books and magazines when he entered his temporary quarters. Being alone with his thoughts for two weeks was going to be harder than Operation Javier itself.

He sat on the uncomfortably firm bed and let out a sigh he had been keeping in for what felt like days. He didn't want to think about anything. Wanted to leave his own body. Wanted to see Leon…

He became acutely aware of that last part sneaking into his less than positive train of thought. Leon… The partner he had been assigned for the mission in the jungle. Capable, idealistic, brave Leon. He had everything Krauser had ever wanted without working half as hard to obtain it. Initially he had resented the younger man for the importance and privileges he assumed his connection to the President afforded him. After some time, those feelings changed into something Krauser didn't really dare to name. He couldn't, especially not now that he was so broken, so pathetic.

He let his back fall on the bed and gave another deep sigh. He didn't even know where Leon was. He was probably in the hotel for quarantine too, but exactly where, he had no idea. Krauser was stuck in this room for two weeks anyway, not like he could actually go look for him. He might not ever see Leon again. In a way, that thought made him feel at ease. He would never have to acknowledge or face those confusing sensations in his chest, leaving them buried like many other things before.

It wasn't long before he drifted off, the sounds of honking and street vendors lulling him to sleep.

He was abruptly awakened by a knock on the door. When he opened his eyes the sun had set and the room was dark. The knocking continued, and he realized it was coming from the adjoining room's door, not the front door. He hadn't even realized he had a connecting room until that moment. Rubbing his eyes, he got up and pressed his ear against the door. Three more impatient knocks came, and Krauser instinctively reached for the nonexistent knife on his shoulder.

"Krauser? You there?"

It didn't take long for Krauser to realize who the voice belonged to.

"Leon?"

He turned the lock and opened the door, and Leon came barging in. As energetic as when Krauser had seen him last.

"I was hoping it was you! Thought I heard your voice earlier today when you arrived. Hey, your hair looks good like that!"

Leon looked around the room with curiosity, as if it had been much different from his own. Krauser realized his hair was down and suddenly felt exposed. He hadn't had the chance to gel it up since he had been sent to the hospital. Leon's acknowledgement made him feel slightly warm. He hated to admit Leon was a sight for sore eyes.

"Whoa, you have a balcony! Lucky."

His former partner's excited commentary pulled him out of his thoughts, finding Leon opening the sliding door to breathe the polluted air of the small city.

"Thought we weren't supposed to see anyone during quarantine."

Leon turned to face him, and with a cheeky smile put his finger up to his lips.

"I won't tell if you don't!"

Krauser was alright with not telling.

"I come bearing gifts!"

Leon exclaimed as he pulled something out from behind his back. Out came a bottle of tequila and some cigarettes.

"The officer that debriefed me gave me the bottle. How nice is that? I figured you'd want some smokes, so I asked him if he could get some, and he did!"

Krauser felt a heat invade the back of his neck as Leon put the cigarettes in his hand. Leon had gotten those… For him? He felt the sudden urge to smoke the entire pack in one sitting.

"Thanks."

Is all he could manage as Leon sat down on the floor. Krauser suddenly resented the fact that the room had no chairs.

"I've been bored out of my mind these past two weeks! There's nothing to do and everything on TV is in Spanish. Well I'm kinda hooked on some soap opera now, but I've been mostly making up the plot in my head. How are you doing? How's the arm…?"

Krauser couldn't ignore his tone had turned somber when asking that final question. He wondered if Leon felt responsible for what had happened to him. In a twisted way, he hoped he did, just a little. He had an unspoken need for Leon to owe him, even if he knew the injury hadn't been his fault. If Leon owed him, he might have a reason to see him again after all this was over.

"I'm fine. Arm's… Functional. I'll probably still get discharged though."

He instantly regretted saying that, not wanting to think about his imminent future.

"Hey, you're probably still stronger than five normal soldiers together!"

Krauser huffed, desperate to change the subject.

"So… About these gifts?"

He joined Leon on the floor.

"Oh, yeah! Wanna have some? I don't have any cups but it's not like we haven't shared a bottle before."

Again, that fucking heat on the back of his neck. He hadn't even started drinking and he already felt warmer than he cared to admit. It didn't escape him he had thought about wanting to see Leon just hours before, and suddenly here he was. On his floor, with a bottle of tequila.

"¡Salud! That's cheers here."

Leon took a swig and immediately passed the bottle to Krauser, who did the same.

"That's fucking vile." He said immediately after swallowing.

He wasn't lying, but the burning sensation was pleasant. For the first time in days he felt something other than total apathy.

"It is!"

Leon laughed in response, taking another swig.

They drank in silence for a while, sitting and staring at nothing. Krauser could tell Leon had been desperate for human contact, and he couldn't help but feel glad their rooms had been fortuitously together. Suddenly, Leon broke the silence with a sheepish smile, getting closer to Krauser and lowering his voice a little.

"Hey, so… That's not the only present I have."

Krauser noticed him reaching into his back pocket.

"Promise you won't freak out on me when I show you!" He continued, still smiling.

"No promises." 

"Fine, I'll take the risk"

Out of his pocket came a small plastic bag filled to the brim with white powder.

"So, the agent that gave me the tequila secretly gave me this as well. He figured it would help with the boredom during these few weeks. You'd be surprised how many people in the government do drugs!"

Whatever Leon had been hiding, this was the last thing Krauser expected.

There was a long pause before he thought of something to say.

"You uh… Do cocaine often?"

"No! God no. I mean, I've done it a couple times. One time in college and then at a work party, but I haven't tried it in years. Figured it might be fun to let loose for a bit, seeing as there's nothing else to do…"

Leon had to have noticed the hesitation in Krauser's eyes.

"We might as well use it… Don't you think?"

He was playfully swinging the small bag of white powder in front of Krauser. Krauser had never touched the stuff in his life. The most he had ever done was a little weed during a party in basic training, and then it had been nothing but alcohol and cigarettes from there. He couldn't deny he was a little curious. Normally he wouldn't even consider it, but the last two weeks had been hell, and he really wanted to not feel like himself for a while.

"I guess just a little wouldn't hurt."

He knew doing cocaine wasn't acceptable for a soldier, but he also knew a few people that used. Sure, some were hooked on it, but most of them just did it once in a while. He convinced himself one night would be fine. Not to mention, the possibility of getting high with Leon of all people was more enticing than he wanted to admit.

"Mind if I have a smoke first?"

"Go ahead! We have all the time in the world"

Krauser got up and headed to the balcony. He was a little surprised to see Leon follow him out. He tapped the pack against his forearm a couple of times, before unwrapping it and pulling out a cigarette. Unlike the tequila, these didn't smell half bad. He suddenly became aware of Leon staring at him.

"Can I have one?" He had suddenly moved very close to him.

"I thought you didn't smoke."

"I don't! But hey, might as well go all out tonight."

Krauser considered it for a minute, blowing smoke out of his nostrils. 

"Better not start. These things will kill you, you know." He couldn't help but think smoking didn't suit Leon.

"Damn, you're probably right." Leon replied, but a slight pout formed on his face.

Krauser wasn't sure if it was the buzz from the nicotine or the tequila, but he suddenly found himself pulling Leon by the chin, looking straight into his eyes. He gave the cigarette a deep drag, held the smoke in his mouth, and pressed his lips to Leon's ever so slightly.

Surprised at first, Leon parted his own lips, and Krauser exhaled. He filled Leon's mouth with the smoke, and once it was over, he pulled away.

"That's all you're getting."

Leon stood there stunned, trying to suppress a small cough.

Cute. Krauser thought.

"Th… Thanks."

Leon was blushing now, and he turned from Krauser, pretending to look into the horizon for the next few minutes.

Once he finished his cigarette, Krauser crushed it against the ash tray on the small table in the balcony.

"Shall we?" He said, opening the sliding door. He hated how excited he felt about this.

Leon crossed the threshold and started looking around.

"Uh, we're gonna need a flat surface, and some kind of card or knife or something. Oh do you have any bills? Or a straw? Guess we could rip a page from a book too…"

It didn't escape Krauser how nervous Leon sounded now. It caused a proud feeling to swell in his chest. Proud about what, he wasn't sure. He found his wallet and pulled out a dollar and some old neglected points card.

"Is this OK?"

"Yeah. That should work."

Leon took an old magazine he found and put it on the floor, once again sitting down and pulling the bag from his back pocket. Krauser followed suit.

"So, anything I should know before doing this?" Krauser asked seriously, as if getting briefed for a mission.

"Hmm well, just do what I do, and don't do too much all at once. Although you're huge so you probably can do a lot. But still, we should make it last."

Leon replied as he carefully cut and split the powder into thin strips with the points card.

"Honestly it doesn't feel that crazy. It just makes you talk more than usual. Kind of gives you more confidence, something like that."

"You sound like an expert. You sure you've only done it a couple of times?"

"Yeah I swear! I'm not going out every night doing this stuff and fucking strangers."

They both paused at the additional details that Leon decided to include.

"I know boy scout, just messing with you. I can tell you're a good kid."

"Not a kid either-" Leon whispered, immediately interrupting himself.

"Oh! Before we do it, rub some on your gums. You can start to get a feel for it before really going in."

Krauser imitated Leon, licking his finger and pressing it against the powder to pick some up. He then proceeded to rub it as instructed. It wasn't long before he felt a tingling sensation inside his mouth. The taste was a little bitter, like taking a pill with no water. He didn't really feel any different yet.

"OK, wanna give it a go for real?"

Krauser nodded as Leon got on his knees and leaned forward to close the distance between his nose and the magazine. As he did so, Krauser's eyes noticed the gap that formed between his jeans and his back, showing just a little of his black briefs underneath. The heat returned to the back of his neck once again, interrupted only by the sound of a deep inhalation.

"Your turn!" Leon was offering the rolled up dollar bill as he sniffed and rubbed his nose.

"Do it fast, but not too fast. And sniff like you mean it. Oh, and plug your other nostril too."

Krauser did as he was told and inhaled. It felt strange, like getting water stuck in your nose after choking. Again, he didn't really feel anything in particular. When he looked back up, Leon was smiling, pupils noticeably dilated.

"You have some on your nose." Leon said laughing as he got closer to Krauser's face, using his finger to rub off the powder.

Close. So close. He could get even closer, Krauser thought. He wanted to, he should.

Leon didn't move back and they both continued to stare.

"I really like your hair like that." He continued, reaching out to touch it with no regard for his personal space.

The heat that had been affecting Krauser since Leon arrived moved places somewhere further down his body. Just as Krauser was about to close the distance between them, Leon turned around to grab the tequila again.

"Remember we still have this too!" He reminded Krauser with another grin.

He took another swig clumsily, and some droplets remained on his lips.

Krauser wanted to lick them. He wanted to drink the tequila from his mouth. Wanted to lick him all over.

Fuck. Maybe this stuff was working.

It wasn't long before Leon interrupted his thoughts once again. He started going on and on about the soap opera he was watching. How he hated who he thought was the main love interest and the heroine should definitely go for her best friend instead. Krauser listened with interest. The powder was somehow making him enjoy a conversation he would normally not pay a single ounce of attention to.

They did another line and kept talking about nothing in particular. They had decided to lay off the tequila since they probably shouldn't mix too much. The coke was enough to keep the laughs and conversation going. Leon even commented on this being the first time he saw Krauser laugh so much. It was true. Krauser felt light and excited at the same time. His heart was beating crazy fast, and he wasn't sure if it was the drugs or the man retelling a soap opera in front of him. Likely both.

Uncharacteristically, once Leon finished his retelling, Krauser spoke up.

"You think Manuela is gonna be alright?"

Manuela, Javier's daughter. The girl they had saved two weeks prior. She had been taken by the government for observation and medical care of her own. Krauser didn't usually get attached to the people involved in his missions, but he had felt certain pity for the young girl.

"I really hope so. She deserves to have a normal life after all the fucked up shit Javier did to her. Once we get out of here I'll try to pull some strings and ask how she's doing." Leon replied with a suddenly stern look.

"I'm surprised you asked. Didn't really seem like you cared about her."

"Well, I don't really." Krauser was quick to defend himself, even though he wasn't completely indifferent.

"But you seemed to care a lot. Felt like you really liked her."

The emphasis he had put on the word like was painfully obvious. Krauser couldn't admit the sight of Leon protecting Manuela at every turn had made him feel a quiet rage, but his tone certainly made it obvious.

"What? She's a kid!" Leon stared at him with disbelief. 

"Don't get me wrong, she's very cute, but I would never go for someone that young! You jealous or something? He laughed as he rubbed more of the powder on his gums.

Although Krauser's mind replied immediately with a resounding YES, he only managed to form a weak "yeah right" as he reached for the pack of cigarettes once again. He felt strangely confident yet out of control. If he kept going he might do something he'd regret. Then again, he didn't feel the desire to stop either.

Leon was laying on the floor by then, one hand behind his neck, the other on his stomach. Krauser couldn't ignore the way he lightly moved the fabric up to reveal a toned milky abdomen, a couple of moles here and there. He suddenly felt incredibly thirsty.

Had Leon always looked that good? He knew he had thought his partner was attractive the moment he saw him, but the way he wanted to pounce on him now revealed an opinion much deeper than that. He continued staring until he felt the ash of his cigarette fall on its own from neglect.

"Shouldn't you be doing that outside?" Leon asked quietly.

The way he was looking at Krauser was strange. Despite his ability to interpret body language, Krauser couldn't get a read on him. 

"Whatever." he replied. "Whole hotel reeks of smoke anyway."

The smell had been pungent from the moment he had set foot in the hotel.

Leon chuckled again, continuing to lift his shirt, a little more aggressively now.

"Well, well, look who's being all cool, breaking the rules. I guess even super soldiers aren't immune to blow."

Blow. The word echoed in Krauser's head and sent a tingle to his crotch.

"Hey-" Leon continued, once again interrupting his thoughts.

"Do it again. Do the smoke thing again."

Krauser stayed still, cigarette half way to his mouth. Heart racing out of his chest. Time seemed to stay still, but before he knew it, he was sitting next to Leon. He took a deep drag and moved down. 

Once again he lightly pressed his lips against the other, but this time Leon didn't just slightly open his own. Instead, he pressed his lips tightly against Krauser's, immediately tugging at his collar to bring him closer. The kiss turned furious immediately, only separating themselves for one second to quickly breathe out the smoke. Krauser crushed the remaining cigarette in his hand, and proceeded to place himself on top of Leon, continuing the kiss. He felt insane, and at the same time, more alive than he had in years.

The kiss was sloppy, wet, animalistic. It tasted like cheap tequila and smokes, with a little bit of the tingle from the coke Leon had been rubbing on his gums just before. Their tongues found each other and moved furiously, moans muffled through the heated exchange. After what seemed like an eternity, they finally parted, panting, but never once breaking eye contact.

Leon was the first to speak, chuckling while still holding the back of Krauser's neck.

"I knew it looked like you wanted to eat me. I saw you staring at me from the first day of the mission. I have been trained in refined observation skills, you know." He put on a proud voice as he said the last part, playfully.

"Oh yeah? What else have you observed then, pretty boy?"

Krauser leaned back down to kiss him, which was quickly reciprocated.

In between kisses, Leon continued.

"Well… You… Care about Manuela… More than you're admitting."

Krauser huffed against Leon's lips.

"OK, what else?"

"You have the… Fattest ass I've ever seen…"

That elicited a chuckle from Krauser, who had now decided to move the kisses down Leon's neck.

"And… I bet your cock is just as big."

Krauser groaned against Leon's neck, chuckling again. The compliment sent another shiver down his crotch and made his nipples hard.

"Don't you have to be staring at me too to observe all that?" He replied as he moved back to his lips, this time not letting Leon answer for a minute.

"Well… Yeah." The younger man admitted.

"You've also been hard for the last 10 minutes." He remarked as he moved his hand to Krauser's now incredibly obvious bulge.

Somehow he hadn't noticed it, attributing the heat he had been feeling to the drugs.

Normally he would have felt a little reserved at the discovery, but at that moment he wanted Leon to confirm his theory for himself.

"Well, you tell me."

Krauser lifted himself up, still straddling Leon while the other leaned on his elbows staring curiously. Fueled by his high and the need to prove himself, he slowly unbuttoned his pants, undid his zipper, and pulled down his briefs to reveal his now fully erect cock. Leon had been right, he really was hard.

Leon stared, mouth slightly open.

"Well goddamn."

Krauser felt himself swell with pride, at the same time feeling slightly ashamed of how much Leon's validation made him even harder. His nipples felt painful now, and his cock twitched, precum predictably forming at the tip.

"I show you mine, you show me yours, Agent Kennedy."

By this point Leon was also visibly aroused, and Krauser could even see him slightly licking his lips.

"If you wanna see it you're gonna have to do it yourself." Leon responded, removing his legs from under Krauser and spreading them open. The best invitation he had ever gotten.

Krauser chuckled again, and for the first time realized how much fun he was having. He couldn't remember the last time he had fun. Suddenly the quarantine didn't seem so bad. They really had all the time in the world, and he was going to enjoy it.

He leaned back down to get close to Leon, almost pressing his lips against him again, but not quite. He continued the journey down to his crotch in the same way, face millimeters away from the man, but never making contact. Leon shuddered from the feeling of Krauser's breath against his body, and Krauser's own hardness twitched again. Finally, he reached the button of his jeans, but moved further down to give a slight bite to Leon's now growing bulge through the thick fabric.

Leon's head leaned back and his thighs shook slightly. Feeling merciful, Krauser finally undid the button, pulled down the zipper very slowly, and completely took off the jeans. He wanted to see Leon fully, and his clothes were getting in the way now. He leaned back down into the bulge, and with his teeth, grabbed the hem of the briefs and very slowly pulled them down. As he did, a light string of precum followed as he fully removed the underwear, and he could feel Leon's body warming up, his breath quickening.

"Is there any part of you that isn't gorgeous?" was the only thing Krauser could think to say.

He meant it. No one had made an impression on him like Leon had, and his dick was no exception. He enjoyed the fact that his high was allowing him to say these things so easily. Things he would normally not admit even to himself.

"Hey, it's not fair, you still have your pants on." Leon's face was flush and now it was him who looked like he wanted to eat Krauser now.

Feeling obedient, Krauser stood up and took off his pants and underwear slowly, tossing them to the side, never breaking eye contact with Leon. If Leon had really been staring at him the entire mission he was going to make sure he got a good show. Not being able to stand the friction against his nipples any longer he also took off his shirt, promptly tossing it to the side with the rest of his clothes. Despite being out of commission for two weeks, his body was still the very picture of discipline and dedication. He could see Leon's admiration clearly, both on his face and on his twitching cock.

Krauser could also see Leon's own nipples hardening beneath the fabric of his cotton shirt. He wanted to rip it apart with his teeth. Wanted to kiss every part of the man who was now so openly offering himself to him. However, standing up over him made him feel greedy. Making use of this dominant position, he crossed his arms, and used his most authoritative voice to command Leon.

"Touch yourself agent Kennedy."

Leon laughed quietly again, cock twitching once more, the beads of precum escaping faster with every passing second.

"You're going to have to be more specific, Sir."

The challenge in the younger man's eyes sent chills through Krauser. It is true he found Leon to be excessively idealistic, sentimental. But his undeniable resolve and courage made Krauser feel weak, exposed. His desire to claim Leon whole grew.

"Left hand on your chest, right hand on your cock, soldier. Show me how much you want me to touch you."

Leon seemed amused by the whole military thing Krauser had started, and still leaning on his elbows he followed the instructions without hesitation.

Seemingly wanting to give a show of his own, he first reached down to his glistening tip with his left hand. He wetted his fingers with the fluid that had accumulated, promptly continuing to his left nipple, and pinching it slightly. He moaned quietly and moved his right hand to his cock, massaging the head, using the precum to move down. Slowly, painfully slowly. Daring Krauser with his eyes. Little shit probably knew Krauser was about to burst himself. It wasn't long before he stopped, and right as Krauser was about to make some angry remark, Leon spoke, voice sincere:

"Hey, I like this drill Sargent thing, but I want you to touch me. I want Jack Krauser to touch me."

The heat Krauser had been feeling spread to his cheeks. His nipples felt harder than ever. He suddenly realized Leon wanted him, really wanted him. It dawned on him that it had been obvious since the start of the evening, but the thought of a person like Leon wanting him made blood rush to his head. His heart was beating even faster now. The combination of cocaine and Leon were going to give him a heart attack.

He got back on his knees and without hesitation kissed Leon again. He wanted his touch to speak for itself. Wanted this delirium he was feeling to somehow reach the other telepathically. Leon kissed back, raising his arms as Krauser took off his shirt, pressing their bodies against each other's. Grabbing, touching every muscle with curiosity. Every touch felt electric. Krauser felt like he was losing his mind.

He lined up their cocks, and started moving his hips. They were both wet enough that the glide was easy. Feeling Leon's every vein and ridge over his own made him feel higher than he had felt the entire evening. Leon moaned against his lips, finally letting his back touch the floor and his hands grabbing Krauser's ass firmly, as he started moving his own hips.

They continued like this for a while longer, Krauser quickly losing all resolve to stop. It was Leon who put a hand on his chest and separated their mouths.

He gave him a mischievous grin as he spoke.

"Hang on, I wanna try something…"

He got up from under Krauser and headed to his own room, moving out of the man's sight. Krauser let out a deep exhale, cock practically weeping, head buzzing. He rolled over to lie on his back, closing his eyes feeling like this was a dream he was going to wake up from.

It wasn't long before Leon came back, holding a small tube.

"What are you scheming?" Asked Krauser with a smirk.

"Scheming? I don't scheme! I'm a good kid, remember?"

"I'm starting to change my mind about that." Krauser answered playfully, staring as Leon opened the tube.

He realized it was lip balm. Leon opened it, twisted it up, and pressed it against some more of the cocaine he tipped out on the magazine. He turned back to stare at Krauser, smiling, and proceeded to apply the balm generously on his lips.

Krauser was smiling again too, amused by the creativity. He followed Leon with his eyes as the man came back and kneeled between his legs. Giving Krauser another mischievous grin, he leaned down, and pressed his lips against Krauser's cock, making it a point to rub them against the head thoroughly. If he hadn't been high Krauser would have probably been embarrassed about the moan he let out.

Leon continued his descent down his shaft, curving his lips inward, coating his cock with the mixture of coke and lip balm. He felt the same tingles he had felt on his gums. Leon's mouth felt even better.

"Can you feel anything? Asked Leon coming back for air. His eyes were pretty much all pupil by that point.

"It feels like someone's stabbing me with tiny needles. But, in a good way". He realized the description probably didn't sound all that enticing, so he followed up on that statement quickly.

"You though, you feel fucking amazing."

Leon gave him a proud grin.

"Now this is what I call a blow job." He laughed casually at his own terrible joke.

Krauser laughed too, reluctantly.

"Think you should put your mouth back to work, pretty boy."

"So mean…" Leon replied with a smile, promptly returning to taking every inch of Krauser in his mouth.

The way Leon swallowed and licked him was mesmerizing. Once again Krauser realized this guy really wanted him. Wherever he thought the evening was going earlier, he could not have imagined it would be here. He wanted to stay like that forever, in the liminal space of that hotel. Most of all, he wanted to stay with Leon.

His thoughts were interrupted when Leon came back up to look at him, cheeks flushed, lips glistening.

"I wanna do a line off your dick."

Krauser laughed again, staring in disbelief. Every semblance of the good kid he had thought Leon was quickly crumbling apart. Still, he loved the duality. The same hunger Leon displayed on the field manifesting itself in their encounter.

Without waiting for a response, Leon reached out for the bag and poured a wobbly line on Krauser's cock. It was so flush against his stomach that it worked. Dipping back down, with the rolled up bill in hand, Leon inhaled deeply, looking back at Krauser with the same smile he had worn since their activities started. He looked absolutely wrecked, lips glistening with cum, some in his disheveled hair. Krauser thought he had never looked more beautiful.

Seeing Leon do the line on his dick was more arousing than he had imagined. Krauser might have been a predator on the field but he couldn't help but think Leon was the one dominating this situation. Who knew the kid was so fucking crazy?

"I want us to come together." Leon said suddenly. His eyes were pleading, completely vulnerable. Krauser hadn't noticed he had started stroking himself while sucking off the older man.

Eager to please, Krauser stood up and headed to the bathroom to find a small bottle of lotion. Using Leon's idea, he squirted some of it in his hand and topped it with a little of the white powder, rubbing the two together.

"Come here, Leon."

Krauser motioned for Leon to lay next to him. He was on his side, and it dawned on him this would be more comfortable on the bed. Still, Leon was already moving toward him, taking the same position facing him. The floor would have to do for now.

Leon pressed his body against his. He was sweaty, eyes blood-shot and huge. Krauser took his lotioned hand and wrapped it around both their cocks, the cocaine making the head tingle, getting him even harder. Leon groaned, probably feeling the same sensation. Grasping firmly, he started stroking both of them up and down, slowly, but firmly. He kissed Leon again, wanting to swallow every moan and gasp.

Krauser continued to pump, enjoying every flash of pleasure setting his brain on fire. He loved the way Leon was unapologetically enjoying his every touch, not holding anything back. Feeling this wanted felt very strange, but he found himself craving more and more. He could feel himself reaching his climax, and Leon seemed close too. 

"Jack… Can I call you Jack? I wanna… Come while saying your… Name."

Krauser's grip tightened, the feeling of an imminent heart attack coming back tenfold. It was too much. The tingling on his cock, the swelling in his chest, and now the prospect of Leon screaming his first name while he spilled himself against his hand. He needed to hear it. Now.

He kissed Leon again and pumped furiously. Managing to get some words out in between kisses.

"Say my name, Leon. Come for me and say it."

"Jack, I'm so close. If you keep going like this I'm gonna..."

Krauser showed no mercy, enjoying the sight of Leon falling apart in his hand.

"Fuck, Jack -"

He didn't finish whatever he was about to say as he spurted against both their stomachs, Krauser following soon after. The orgasm echoed in his brain and turned his mind blank. He came back to when, still heaving, he saw Leon reach his hand to gather as much as he could of both their cums with his fingers. He proceeded to lick them while looking Krauser straight in the eyes. Was this really the same kid Krauser had met not long ago?

"This stuff is really expensive, you know. We shouldn't waste it."

Dazed, Krauser pulled him in for another kiss, wet with sweat and cum. It was a mess, and nothing had ever felt so right.

Finally, they both laid down on their backs, sprawled out, index fingers interlocked. They laid there in silence listening to their own breaths, soaking in the heat, and the pounding in both their hearts. After some time, Leon laughed again, looking down at himself and then at Jack.

"We're both still hard." He chuckled.

"Thought this stuff was supposed to give you coke dick."

"What the fuck is coke dick?" Krauser laughed in response.

"Same as whiskey dick I guess, but with coke."

They both laughed at the stupidity of the conversation, and the ridiculousness of the situation as a whole.

"You know this stuff is not half bad," said Krauser. "Might start using now that my career is over."

He was joking, or half-joking at least, but soon enough Leon was on top of him. Caging him between his legs, looking directly at him with a fiery gaze.

"I'm not letting you do that. You're fucking Jack Krauser. You saved Manuela from a fate worse than death. You had my back every step of the way. I'm not letting you act like that doesn't mean anything."

His stare was so intense Krauser shuddered, unable to look away. The pounding in his heart intensified again, along with a new twitch of his cock. He wrapped his arms around his partner and kissed him again. Deeply, slowly, savoring every crevice of his lips, and every ridge of his tongue. Maybe life after this mess wouldn't be so bad.

He felt Leon's own cock twitch against him again, nipples hardening against his own.

Breaking the kiss, Leon smiled and whispered:

"Is this the part where you fuck me?"

The overwhelming heat that had been invading his neck returned, suddenly feeling silly for not having thought the night might lead to that. Despite going on numerous carefully planned missions throughout his career, he had never felt more unprepared and laid bare than today. Leon was cutting his chest open, and Krauser was guiding his hand.

"If you want me to." he responded, regretful of how weak it sounded.

"I want you to."

Leon replied without missing a beat, and kissed Krauser again before standing up.

He walked over to the now neglected bottle of tequila and opened it to take another swig.

"Think I might need a bit of this." He laughed nervously.

"Am I that ugly?" Krauser joked from the floor.

"You wish you were." Leon was quick to reply. "Just wondering how that is gonna fit in me". He gulped cartoonishly while staring at Krauser's crotch.

It pleased him that Leon was so impressed by his size.

"No shame in backing out, Kennedy" Krauser replied, selfishly wishing he wouldn't.

"No sir! I always finish the mission." Leon saluted as he walked toward the full length mirror hanging on the bathroom door. He stared at himself curiously, lazily stroking his abdomen and messing with his hair.

"God I look like a fucking mess."

Krauser finally stood up and made his way to Leon, hugging the shorter man from behind. Pressing his lips against his ear.

"Don't think you've ever looked better, personally"

He continued kissing Leon's cheek and neck, all the way down to his collarbone. Hands exploring every inch of Leon's torso. Leon simply closed his eyes and let Krauser touch wherever he wanted, his recently slightly softened erection growing once again. He could feel his racing heartbeat against his own, strong and desperate. He wished in the deepest parts of himself the cocaine wasn't responsible for it.

"You were right," he started as he went back to kissing Leon's ear.

"I was staring at you the entire mission. Felt like I couldn't stop. I did feel like I wanted to eat you, especially every time you got close to Manuela."

Coke must have been a miracle drug if he was being this honest about his real thoughts. He could feel himself tightening his arms around Leon, like a snake constricting its prey.

"I should have fucked you right there in the jungle. Claimed you as mine from the beginning."

His right hand now moved to Leon's throat and gave it a less than gentle squeeze. A dangerous thought of not stopping came to his mind involuntarily. It wasn't until he heard Leon give a shallow gasp that he realized how rough he was being. He let his hand go just as Leon turned to face him.

"Then make me yours now." He pressed his lips against Krauser's again, hotter than they'd ever felt.

He lifted Leon with his right arm as he put his legs around the larger man. Despite not being able to use his left arm he lifted Leon with ease. They continued kissing as Krauser all but threw the other on the bed. His patience to be gentle seemingly having run out. He towered over Leon with a feral desire.

Their lips crashed along with their teeth, Leon moaning strained against his mouth. Krauser did worry he might be being too rough, but the hardness on Leon's crotch reassured him. He moved down biting hard on his neck and then his nipples. Sucking and tugging like some crazed horny teenager. If they had two more weeks in that hotel, any marks he left would have time to heal. Although, he wasn't sure he wouldn't make new ones every day after that.

The way Leon was writhing and reacting to every bite and touch was hypnotic. Krauser wanted him so completely he wanted their racing hearts to sync.

He made it down to his thighs, which received many bites of their own, until he reached Leon's erection and without preamble grabbed the head and gave it a quick tug, covering his fingers with the cum that had pooled at the tip.

"I don't think I can be gentle." 

Krauser whispered looking at Leon for the first time since they made it onto the bed. The younger man's face contorted as Krauser inserted one thick finger into his opening, following with a second pretty much immediately.

Despite making a sound that indicated some pain, Leon was quick to respond.

"Please, don't be."

Krauser didn't have to be told twice. He took Leon's cock into his mouth as he continued fingering his ass with ever increasing speed. His grip on Leon's thigh was so tight his own fingers started to ache. With every thrust, Leon's chest heaved, and a desperate moan escaped his mouth. Despite the initial sounds of discomfort, it wasn't long until he started moving his hips to take Krauser in deeper, his hands now grabbing the blonde's tussled hair. Krauser needed to be inside him. He needed to see his response to the real thing.

As if reading his mind, Leon's moans stopped and instead came a desperate plea.

"Jack, I want you in me."

Delirious, Krauser took his fingers out from Leon quickly, eliciting another gasp from his partner. He leaned back over him to kiss him clumsily before getting up to grab the lotion they had used previously.

Supporting himself on his elbows again , Leon looked at Krauser as he spread his legs.

"Hey. Put some coke on your dick when you fuck me."

Krauser stopped to look at him in disbelief. He had all but forgotten about the stuff in the middle of everything they had been doing.

"You're fucking crazy, boy scout" Krauser replied, but grabbed the bag on his way back to the bed.

Leon grinned again, clearly pleased with his obedience. The way Leon could switch from a moaning mess to an absolute menace in a second was amusing. Krauser would have to test to see if he acted the same when he wasn't high as fuck.

He positioned himself on top of Leon again, rubbing his entrance and his own cock with the lotion. Normally he would ask the women he slept with to turn around, not wanting to engage with them more than necessary. However, this time he wanted to take in all of Leon. He wanted every movement and sound to be engraved into his subconscious for the rest of his life.

Once he finished with the lotion, he took some of the powder and patted it on his cock to make it stick. He also put some in Leon's hole, probably too much. He could hear Leon chuckling softly as he did so. Finally, Krauser took a bump of the powder for good measure. 

He grabbed both of Leon's thighs as he pressed himself against the opening.

"Ready?" He wasn't sure he was ready himself, but he felt like he had never wanted something more in his entire life.

Leon looked at him with his beady eyes and long lashes. A sarcastic quip forming on his lips.

"I've been ready- AH, FUCK!"

Krauser didn't wait for him to finish whatever snarky remark he was gonna make before thrusting himself halfway into his ass. Probably too much for the first thrust, but he just couldn't hold back any longer. It was tighter than he had imagined and the coke was creating the same tingling sensation except stronger that time. He probably had put too much in there.

Krauser couldn't help but laugh at the way Leon had not, in fact, been ready. He laughed quietly as he softly bit his calf. Leon's legs were now resting straight against his chest. He looked straight at Krauser as he proceeded to slide the rest of his cock in him. Despite an initial cry of pain, Leon looked like he was melting.

"Can you… Not move… For a second?" Leon pleaded, clearly not used to the sensation.

"You mean don't move, like this?" Krauser said with a deep thrust that had Leon yelling once again.

He had warned him he wouldn't be gentle.

He gave another deep and quick thrust, and this time he must have hit Leon's sweet spot because he arched his back and cried out in about a higher octave.

"Fuck, Jack. Right there. Do that again, fuck!" He was so fucking loud.

"Sending mixed messages here, Leon" he chuckled as he quickened the pace and pushed harder into the smaller man. Unsurprisingly Leon was taking him in like an expert. He really had a knack for everything.

"It feels… Fucking amazing… Jack your cock is… Fucking amazing." Krauser didn't think anyone had ever looked at him with so much desire before.

He was feeling amazing himself. The heat in the tight hole, Leon's pleading face. The cocaine making him harder and more eager to please. Krauser was convinced this was the closest to heaven he would ever get.

Without pulling out he grabbed Leon from under him as he sat himself down. Leon was now fully sitting on his dick, legs around Krauser's waist. Krauser's arm had been uncomfortable before and this position allowed him to kiss Leon easily, something he had started to crave again.

"So deep, Leon. Like you were made to be fucked by me".

Leon groaned against his ear. He was now grinding his hips against Krauser himself, insatiable. They continued kissing as Krauser thrusted like his life depended on it.

Leon parted their lips and pressed their foreheads together. He was sweating like crazy, his heartbeat faster than Krauser's.

"Jack..." He started saying between heavy moans.

"Do you… Like me?"

Krauser wanted to laugh at the absurdity of the question. He wondered if he had somehow not made it clear throughout the evening that his interest in Leon went way beyond like. He wasn't able to express that, even with the coke, but he felt it had been obvious.

"Leon, my dick is inside you." Is all he could say in response.

"I know but… You could be inside anyone… And I gave you coke and tequila… And acted like a whore on purpose…"

Krauser laughed loudly now. So all those stares and seemingly innocent shirt lifts had been on purpose. The kid really was more cunning than he let on.

Without stopping the thrusts on both their ends he resumed the kiss that had been broken. Even while high, the words weren't easy to say. Krauser wasn't used to being open, and he felt utterly exposed again.

All he could muster was a whisper against the other man's mouth.

"I like you, Leon. I like you so fucking much."

With this, Leon deepened the kiss as he continued to move his hips frenetically. Krauser was about to burst, his heart dangerously close to that feeling of cardiac arrest once again.

Without warning Leon came, spilling himself all over Krauser's chest. He embraced him so tightly it hurt. Krauser himself quickly threw Leon back on the bed, and with two more merciless pumps, he came inside, eyes shutting and his head throbbing. He had never felt such an intense orgasm. It felt like he had left his own body. His heart pounding a mile a minute, sweating and breathing like he had just finished training drills.

Coming back to himself he turned to Leon, who was now breathing dangerously quickly, heartbeat so strong Krauser thought he could see the organ pumping through his chest. He pulled himself out of him and gently patted his cheeks. The younger man had started to shake.

"Leon, what the fuck? Are you OK? What's happening?"

The bliss he had just felt quickly turned into panic. It wasn't like him to lose his cool in these situations, but he had kind of transformed into someone else that evening.

Leon chuckled softly, eyes still closed. His voice shaky and weak.

"I think I did too much coke." His mouth shook along with him and his heart continued pumping relentlessly.

"Fuck, we're going to the hospital. I'm not gonna have you OD on me." He moved to get out of the bed and grab his clothes, but Leon grabbed his arm tighter than he should have been able to, making Krauser question his condition for a second.

"It's OK. It happened to me before, I just have to wait it out. I could use some water, though."

Krauser stared at him, assessing the situation. His breathing did seem to be getting steadier, so he decided to keep monitoring him before leaving the room. Besides, they would have to explain too much if they did leave. He got Leon a glass of cold water and brought it to his lips, wiping the sweat from his forehead. Not that it did much, Krauser's hand was just as sweaty.

Leon turned to face him, finally opening his eyes. Still shaking, but a bit more controlled, he gently brushed his index finger against Krauser's cheek.

"That was my first time. With a man, I mean."

Krauser could feel himself blushing. He hadn't even considered that. It was Krauser's first time with a man too, but he knew it probably had to be harder for the person getting impaled in the ass. Still, the notion that he was Leon's first filled him with more pleasure than he cared to admit. Wanting to reassure Leon, he hesitated as he spoke softly.

"Mine too."

A wider smile formed on Leon's trembling lips. If Krauser hadn't known better, he might have thought Leon was as happy to have claimed him as he was.

"Sorry I ended up like this. You really took me for a ride there."

Krauser laughed and grabbed the hand Leon had used to touch him. He looked at him, still a bit worried but less so now that Leon seemed to have regained his faculties, for the most part.

"Again, you're fucking crazy Kennedy."

Leon laughed too.

Krauser woke up a few hours later, head splitting open. His mouth felt cotton dry. The room was a fucking mess, and it reeked of sex and tequila. He looked down at himself and saw dried cum all over his stomach. He felt a slight twinge in his right hand, and as he looked, he remembered he had put out a cigarette in it the night before. His skin also felt tender where Leon had so forcefully grabbed on to him the previous night.

Fuck, Leon.

He quickly turned his head to find him sleeping peacefully, cum also sticking to his stomach and hair. He also had crusted blood on his nose and upper lip, probably getting a nosebleed during the night. He looked fucking ridiculous, and yet, Krauser couldn't help but stare with utter devotion.

He got up as carefully as he could and put his briefs back on, grabbing the pack of smokes as he opened the door to the balcony.

Despite his splitting headache, he could tell he felt like himself again. Conflicting and painful feelings brewing in his chest. He took a deep drag, remembering his first kiss with Leon just hours prior. Would Leon regret what happened? Would he even remember? Could he really like Krauser considering how broken and useless he was now?

Every single miserable insecurity the cocaine had managed to suppress came back rushing to him one after another. He considered breaking the quarantine and running away, the prospect of facing Leon and reality too much to bear. Still, soon enough, he'd finished his cigarette. He considered smoking another, but instead turned back to get back in the room.

"Time to face the music, Jack Krauser." He muttered to himself.

Leon had woken up and he was rubbing his eyes when Krauser stepped back in.

"Morning." Krauser said drily.

Leon looked at him with panicked eyes, turning his head and diving into his pillow.

There it was, Krauser thought. Time for the other shoe to drop.

"Fuck I'm so embarrassed. I made such a fucking mess, and ruined the moment, and came all over you, and spilled the tequila, and you gave me the best orgasm of my fucking life, and I just fucked it up." He groaned against the pillow.

So he did remember. Everything, it seemed.

Krauser sat back down next to him. "Best orgasm of your life huh?" He thought, wanting to tease Leon. He wanted to revel in the fact that he had managed to leave that impression. But the effect of the drugs and the alcohol had subsided, and along with that, the ease of conversation. He used his strength to turn Leon around, the other immediately turning his gaze away from him.

Krauser grabbed his chin and made him face him.

"Hey. You feeling OK? You really made a scene last night" He smirked as he said it. Feelings might be hard, but mocking still came easily it seemed.

Leon pouted against his hand.

"Please don't remind me! But yes, I am fine now, I think. My head is killing me, though."

"That makes two of us." Krauser replied while letting go of his chin.

He felt every ounce of desire and devotion for Leon he had the previous night, but he simply couldn't act on it anymore. The magic spell was broken. He considered taking more of the cocaine to regain his confidence, but ultimately decided against it. No use delaying the inevitable.

"You know…" Leon started, a mischievous grin back on his face. "I heard you can fuck the headache out of someone. Wanna try?"

He linked Krauser's index finger to his just like they had the night before. It sent a more electric sensation down his spine than anything they had done previously. Finding he couldn't look at Leon any longer, he took his own pillow and pressed it against the other's face.

"You have a lot of energy for someone who almost died a few hours ago."

Struggling against the pillow but laughing at the same time, Leon complained:

"I didn't almost die!"

Krauser wasn't pressing hard, so he managed to remove the pillow, and he looked curiously at him again.

"So? Wanna try? he smiled again.

Krauser felt nothing but an empty pit in his stomach. What the fuck was he supposed to say to that? Was he allowed to say yes? He wanted to, with every fiber of his being. But he felt undeserving. Leon was bound to realize how weak he was, how useless and guarded, and incompetent at human emotion he could be. He regretted letting Leon into his room, kissing him, touching him, letting him trick him into fucking him. The quiet anger he had felt for the man when he realized he was so much more important than him to the government he had devoted his life to  was creeping back in. He knew his soul was ugly, and it was a matter of time before it spilled onto Leon and devoured him whole.

"I guess not?" Leon's quiet voice brought him out of his thoughts.

He turned back to look at the man who was now looking at him with sad eyes. Krauser could have sworn he saw his lips twitch lightly and his eyes redden. It suddenly dawned on him that Leon probably had doubts of his own. His life hadn't been all that easy either. In his own way he was a soldier too, and all soldiers that had gone through hell had a hard time opening up to others. The look in Leon's eyes wrecked him on the inside, and he made a silent promise to never let Leon look at him like that again.

With the cocaine mostly out of his system, he didn't feel like he could say what he really wanted to. Yes he wanted to fuck the headache out of him. He wanted to fuck him any time he asked. He wanted to follow him like a fucking dog to the ends of the earth or wherever the fuck his recklessness would take him.

He clasped his right hand around Leon's cheek and pulled him to him. He kissed him softly, not like yesterday. He hoped doing this would somehow transmit everything he wanted to say. He hoped it would be enough, both the kiss, and mostly himself.

His heart skipped a beat when Leon returned the kiss softly, putting his hands behind Krauser's neck and pressing himself harder against his mouth. Not desperate and pleading like before, but full of yearning.

After what seemed like an eternity they finally separated. He couldn't be sure, but Krauser thought Leon had understood his voiceless response.

"Come on, we reek and we both need a shower." He said strictly as he moved Leon's hair out of his eyes.

Leon laid back down in protest, shaking his head at Krauser. 

"Get up, let's go!"

Switching back to soldier mode was easier than playing the part of the star-crossed lover, even if that's what he really felt like.

"Let's?" Leon teased.

"So it's a group activity?"

"It's dangerous to go alone, Comrade." Krauser smiled.

He grabbed Leon by the hand trying not to hesitate as he dragged him into the bathroom.

The door that joined both of their rooms didn't close again until the end of their stay.