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Chapter 9: operation n.i.n.e.

Nubile,
Interesting
Naked
Entertainment

“Not that I’m complaining,” Four said as he clamped his short legs tighter around One’s waist as the two shuffled across the living room awkwardly, aiming for Nigel’s bedroom door, “but this is a rather sudden and unexpected coming about. You’re not going to ‘deny me in the morning’ and all that, are you?” Wally punctuated the somewhat anxious question with a chaste peck, at odds with his simultaneous grinding against the other boy, who stumbled a bit and let out a startled gasp.[1] If Wally had anything to say about it, Nigel would be so tired from the night’s activities he wouldn’t be able to get up in the morning, and Wally intended to leave some pretty tangible, undeniable physical evidence as collateral.

Nigel capitalized on the kiss, worrying Wally’s lower lip gently with his lips and tongue. Thus his “Not really, and not a chance,” came out somewhat muffled, and he had to relinquish the object of his oral fixation[2] in order to repeat himself clearly.

“Haven’t I told you before?” Nigel grinned. “I’m a man of action.”

Four repeated his earlier grind, sensing the ‘action’ that generated. “I see,” he repeated with a mocking, over the top syrupy tone to his voice. “And here I thought you were a man of intense repression and heterosexual action,” he snarked.

“Err, yes.” One blushed, “But then I was knocked senseless by emotional epiphany.” Nigel set Wally down on the bed, but remained standing. Wally scrambled up onto his knees, in lithe, wiggling movements that shot little tendrils of lust pulsating through Nigel’s body. The normal intensity of Wally’s green eyes was muted as he gazed up through his thick fringe of lashes at his commander. [3]

“A Commander is chosen for the position because the individual in question possesses the ability to access risks and formulate a strategy in a split second. When faced with the risk of loosing you someday- to another person, who would replace me in your priorities, to the different paths our lives could take, it became clear to me that such a risk was totally unacceptable.” One pulled off his glasses slowly, revealing a tense, vulnerable expression. With slow, absurd precision he folded them and laid them neatly on the bedside table.

“All my teammates are my friends, and I love them dearly. But if the team should drift apart, I can see how my life might still manage to be rewarding and happy, even if we were no longer important to each other.” Nigel sat down on the bed beside Four, who swiveled to face him. “You aren’t…” One gulped, “You’re not expendable. I love our friends… but I need you. And,” he blushed, “And I want you. Everything you do is charming, and amusing and special to me.”

Nigel ran a tentative palm along Wally’s downy, warm cheek, noting absently that his friend hadn’t yet begun to shave. The smoothness of the flesh was tempting, and his hand slipped almost unbidden to the sensitive nape of Four’s neck. Four let out a sweet, obliging little whimper of response, eyes fixed on One’s. One dropped his over-eager hand, and began again. He felt he had to explain himself properly.

“For a long time now, we’ve been best friends. I’ve loved you in a way that’s comfortable and perfect. Tonight, when I really thought about the future, I knew that indecision and denial were just wasting our time. What we have is so good. How could anything that deepened, prolonged it not be right?”

Four’s face was flushed blood red with embarrassment. “You- you decided this in a few minutes on the couch?” He stammered jokingly to cover how touched he felt.

“I’ve been deciding it for years, Four.” Nigel corrected, putting gentle pressure on Wally’s shoulder to encourage him to lie down. Four complied almost without realizing he was doing so, repositioning himself so as to lie on the bed properly. One rested over the smaller boy’s waist, a hand curving under and around one of Wally’s pronounced hips possessively. “But the couch was a fantastic catalyst.” Nigel smirked down at his soldier. “Perhaps you’d like to try it again and see what else I realize?”

Four’s small hand drifted slowly up Nigel’s bare arm.

“I’ve always been the small one,” he muttered, eyes on his wandering hand, avoiding Nigel’s face, “And the stupid one. All the adults thought so. I frequently felt left out. I never though I was as important to you as Abby, never understood why when anyone paid special attention to me. It made me nervous. I blushed, stammered, looked an idiot. I love you for a million reasons,” His eyes finally met Nigel’s. "But why would you decide on me? Why-”

Nigel interrupted the Wally’s musings with a swooping kiss. One rose again, beginning to work off Four’s belt and pull off the boy’s top. “Because you’re perfect. Because you’re loyal. Because you’re smarter than people give you credit for, fierce and no-bullshit and funny. Because you’re mine.” He plucked at Wally’s pants and shivered when the other boy lifted those fine hips he so admired to facilitate his ministrations. Nigel’s eyes closed as the sharp clicks of the descending zipper, the tab of which he delicately pinched and pulled, were followed by the intimate rasp of denim peeling off soft skin and rough knees, across strong calves to pool at the ankles before being unceremoniously kicked off.

“I’ll say it again. I have always valued you beyond all others. You are my best friend. You are the man I love. If you ever find yourself in doubt of your own worth again, come to me, and I’ll do all I have to in order to prove it to you.”

Wally lacked Nigel’s intoxicating, slow deliberation, but he made up for it with excess raw passion. He tore at Nigel’s shirt, saying nothing in response to One’s declaration, but communicating entirely with his hands. He yanked the red t-shirt over Nigel’s head, just missing giving the taller boy whiplash. He ripped at the snaps of Nigel’s shorts, growling at the barriers between them, willing the clothes to slide off faster than was physically possible.

He bucked under One, who almost seemed to mewl, and used Nigel’s seconds of limp enervation to grab fistfuls of the shorts, working them down around the other boy’s sock covered feet.

“God, Wally!”

“Don’t talk.” Wally hissed. “Just let me get this obnoxious shit off your body.”

Nigel couldn’t help snickering a bit as he complied. “It’s called clothing, Four.”

Wally, all business, peeled off One’s socks and dispatched with the shorts, tossing them into a dark corner of the room, which was illuminated only by the pool hall light over Nigel’s navy bed. In the dark, film-noir lighting, the bedcovers looked black, and Nigel blazed before Four, tan- no, golden. Four ran his tongue across his lips.

“They’re called slow torture.” He plucked, ever so gently, at the elastic of One’s briefs. Wally’s expression was suddenly less self-assured- it begged for permission. Nigel’s willing smile turned into a lascivious smirk in the dim light. One nodded. [4]

Off they came. Nigel’s hardness was, like the rest of his body, somewhat swarthy and well proportioned. His sac was flecked with fine hairs, and his erection jutted forth proudly. Wally leaned in to kiss One, small right hand curling around Nigel’s member. Nigel’s eyes were glazed; his expression was restless, hungry even. Wally bent to place a small kiss on the tip of the head, oddly tentative after his earlier boldness.

Nigel yelped and pitched forward, fisting a hand in Wally’s fine blonde hair. Wally reached up and clasped that hand with his own. With a last, reassuring smile he bent down and took as much of Nigel as he could in his mouth. It was his first time, and he was desperate not to embarrass himself by gagging. He slowly, carefully, trusted One not to judge him on his lack of finesse.

The inches he managed, Wally worried with his tongue. Lovingly, he traced patterns with the pink tip. Nigel began a low, keening moan. He dug his left hand into the blankets, twisting them brutally, but with his right he held on to Wally’s hand tightly. Nigel shuddered and gasped, struggled wildly against his instinct to buck into the warm, delicious pleasure wrapped around his erection.

Wally’s own, neglected member throbbed. He hardly noticed as he toyed with the head of Nigel’s penis mercilessly, then took as much as he could, sucking as hard as he could, then released the member to lick its sides and fondle it a bit, then repeated the process all over again. It was a sweet, relentless cycle and as always Wally was determined to succeed in his mission.

He pulled up as Nigel hovered on the brink.

“Say you’re through with her.” Wally demanded. His voice was husky, it sounded deliciously indicative of what he’d just been doing- it sent chills down Nigel’s spine, and he ached with his nearness to release.

“What?” Nigel fought the haze of his desire, his confusion. “Who?”

“Elizabeth Ann Devine.” Four punctuated each word with a firm, nearly painful jerk on One’s engorged flesh that had the taller boy keening, shaking with pleasure. “Say you’ll end it tomorrow. Why would you be with her when you love me?” Another jerk. “You are loving this,” A long, slow stroke, “aren’t you?”

“Please, please, please-”

“Promise me!”

“IpromisIpromiseIpromise, please!”

Four smirked with triumph, glorying in his control over his lover’s body. I am doing this to him. No one else has ever had him- no one else ever will! And now a hated obstacle had been removed from his path.

“I’m holding you to this, One.” He gloated before resuming.

A scant minute later, Nigel tried to stutter out a warning, but Wally only sucked a bit harder, securing Nigel’s hips with his hands and pushing them down as the other boy arched with the irrepressible pleasure of release. It was salty, somewhat bitter. Wally didn’t care. He worked Nigel to the last, eking out every drop. Only then did he release the limp appendage, licking his lips with satisfaction at a job well done, readjusting his own painfully firm erection.

Nigel’s eyes rolled back in his head. He was one blissed-out Brit. His smile was gentle, peaceful. He grabbed Wally’s tousled head and brought him down for a long, slow kiss. His hand snaked around Wally’s member. Wally tossed back his golden head, hissing through his teeth at the sensation on his over-stimulated flesh. Wally came quickly, explosively, shouting out wordlessly, and slid down the bed beside One.

"What you did before was a dirty trick.” Nigel commented, not a speck of condemnation in his voice. He even seemed somewhat amused.

“Yeah,” Four admitted simply, without apology or elaboration. One thought he might well always remember Four’s voice, made raspy and sensual by his ministrations, his canny, childlike cunning, his possessiveness... and wouldn’t he be a lucky man, to always have that memory? Some people waited their entire lives to be desired that much

“I love you,” One repeated his earlier declaration. “I love you so much, and a little more each moment.” He said it like a fact. The capital of Spain is Madrid. The major exports of Russia are raw matls. ls. I love you. I love you so much, and a little more each moment. Wally felt his heart expand, and tears collect in his lashes.

He burrowed into One’s shoulder, attempting to hide his soppiness even as he embraced Nigel’s words. One clicked his tongue into his teeth as if punctuating his thought.

“I’ll tell her tomorrow at lunch. I’ll put a wire on and let you listen in, if you want collateral,” he teased.

Wally smiled into One’s muscles, planting a soft kiss on the enervated flesh.

“No. I trust you.”

But that didn’t mean he couldn’t hide in the corner and watch. As good a boy as he had been for years deserved to see a dream come true.

Footnotes
[1] What Bryony demands, Bryony gets. Fanservice is a way of life here at Teakettle and Scone Fanfic Production.
[2] Freud would be proud.
[3] Enjoy that one for a second. I know I did.
[4] This was the cutoff point for the FFN chapter. This is also where it turns into The Love That Dare Not Shutup About Itself.
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