Fraternizing f-1

by C. C. Brown

  Alex: Jensen is out with Gunny Chavez for the lunch hour and the rest of the guys left too. Come to my office NOW. I need to EAT!

  I knew exactly what that meant. And the heat of my body and the flush of my skin told Dalton exactly what it was as well.

  “I have to go and take care of something, guys. I’ll see you all later.”

  Dalton smiled and patted my shoulder.

  “Enjoy!” he said, smirking at me and making me blush with embarrassment. He knew exactly where I was headed, and even though he’d known about Alex and me for quite some time, I still couldn’t erase the guilt behind it. I smiled anyway, then turned in the opposite direction and walked off before Lane or Hutchins could pick up on anything.

  I looked around before knocking on Alex’s office door, then turned the knob and found him sitting at his desk, waiting for me. He stood and walked over, closing and locking the door behind him. When he turned around, he didn’t even say anything. Instead, he took my face in his hands and planted the deepest, most passion-filled kiss on my lips. I allowed him in, and he took advantage, dominating me with his powerful, and commanding tongue. I wrapped my arms around his neck, slightly tilting my head to the side as I attempted to gain some ground on him. He was hungry, indeed, but it wasn’t food he was after—it was me.

  We pulled away, breathing hard and lusting after one another. He wiped his lips and pulled me over to his desk. I sat in between his legs, facing him as those sensual golden eyes flared out at me, drawing me even further into him.

  “I’m so pissed you’re leaving me,” he said in a low whisper, my heart ached at the longing look encasing his face.

  I didn’t want to go, but we both knew that this would be a very real possibility.

  “I know. I wish I were staying here. They could have given Angelica my orders and given me hers.”

  “Just our fucking luck, right?”

  I nodded my head then focused on the black box that he pulled out of his pocket. My eyes narrowed as I pondered exactly what he had in there, and what he was planning to do with it.

  “Our beach trip was so fucking eye opening for me. I knew that there was so much about you that I loved, but hearing about what brought you here—what brought you to me—I knew I needed to do something to always have a piece of me with you.”

  “You already did that, Alex. I have your dog tags. They mean more to me than anything else in the world.”

  “Well this can be a close second. Because I saw it and instantly thought of you.”

  He opened the box and a silver necklace lay inside with a small, sparkling butterfly dangling from the end. No amount of willpower could stop the tears that immediately coated my eyes and fell down my cheeks. The butterfly was my symbol, my way of expressing freedom, and here was Alex, recognizing it in the most meaningful way.

  He turned me around and placed it around my neck, clasping the ends in the back, then running his hand over my shoulder and down my chest, stopping on the butterfly. He moved closer, his lips on my neck as his other hand held firmly to my waist.

  “I’m going to miss the hell out of you. But like the butterfly, you are free to go wherever you choose, so make sure you make your way back to me, or I’ll have to play catcher and go after you.”

  I giggled. Tears fell down my face in slow trickles. I needed to look at him, to see the face of the one person who had made me feel whole again. I turned around and watched sadness float through his eyes. I kissed him long and hard, pressing him down on the desk and climbing on top of him. It was hard, and it kind of hurt—I knew that from experience—but it was all we had and I wasn’t about to waste a second not enjoying him.

  “I want you, Alex. All of you.”

  “You’ve got me, Blondie.”

  “Then take me. Take me right now. I don’t want to lose another second with you.”

  A spark went off in his eyes and he sat up, removing my blouse, my t-shirt underneath, then my bra. He nuzzled his face in my breasts as I held on to the back of his head. I could feel his erection, jabbing through his pants, longing to be set free, to snake its way into me and leave me breathless.

  “I want you.”

  I leaned back and unbuttoned his blouse, helping him out of it, then pulled his t-shirt over his head. His hardened and sculpted chest sat before me, and my hands glided down to it, stopping on his pectorals and squeezing as he unfastened my belt and unbuttoned my pants. An ache settled between my legs, desperately longing for his attention in just the right spot. My hands slid down to his pants, where I did the same to him as I leaned in and kissed him passionately. Every ounce of our touch hit me, like a powerful wave crashing on the shore. My heart ached with the thought of having to leave him, and I wanted—no, needed—all of him that I could get.

  He stood us up, holding me by my ass as he turned us around and now lay me down on the desk. He pushed his pants and boxers down, his large, thick, cock standing at attention as he gently pulled my pants and panties down, smiling at the sight.

  “I’ll say it again. I don’t know how I got so fucking lucky.”

  “Ditto,” I replied, then motioned with my index finger for him to come down to me.

  He hovered above me, his erection sitting at my entrance, deepening the ache that lay beating away at me.

  “I don’t have a condom with me.”

  I swallowed as I shut my eyes, the pain from his absence beginning to own me.

  “I don’t care. I need you—now!”

  He lightly closed his eyes and sunk into me, blowing out a long, deep breath as he did so.

  “You’re even more fucking amazing with nothing on.”

  He began to move, slow, in and out movements as my walls clung tightly to his cock. The absence of the condom intensified the sensual feel of him, sending me into a euphoric state of bliss. It didn’t matter that we were fucking on a desk, hidden behind a locked door, shrouded in secrecy. To me, it was perfect. It was everything I had ever wanted—me, Alex, no inhibitions, and our true souls locking on to one another and holding on for dear life.

  He continued at the slow, leisurely pace, one of his arms wrapped around my neck as his other steadied on my backside. I wanted so badly to look up into his eyes. The feel of him was overpowering me, shutting my eyes against my will, and sending me to a faraway land—a place where we were free to have one another in the open, any and everywhere that we saw fit.

  “As deep into you as I am right now, it will never be enough for me,” he whispered as he began to circulate his hips.

  The touch of his skin on mine, warm and damp, drew me in even further. I latched on to him, my hands holding on to his back like my life depended on it as he slightly picked up the pace, alternating between the circular, and in and out movements. He was hitting my spot, causing small whimpers to come pouring out of me. He moved harder and harder, turning my whimpers into moans that were no longer for our ears only. He removed his arm from around my neck, placing his hand over my mouth and whispering, “Bite down if you have to.”

  I did because the more he moved in and out of me, the stronger the sensations grew, ricocheting off my walls, leaving me in a daze. Alex tried hard to stifle his grunts, but was failing to do so. I took one of my hands and placed it over his mouth, only he didn’t bite down, he kissed and sucked it as he continued his onslaught.

  “I want you to come,” he mumbled, my hand still over his lips.

  I nodded, even though my bite had strengthened on the side of his index finger. He pounded into me, breaking me down further and further until I could no longer feel my legs and I came, the orgasm ripping through me like claws on a sheet. Alex came at that very moment, still inside of me and releasing, the spurts of him, intermingling with me, solidifying that what we had was something real, and the emotional toll of it sent tears careening down my cheeks.

  Alex sat up, looking down on me, wiping away my tears.

  “I love you, Cassie Bennett,” he said, his voice low and soft. “I’m
pretty sure I loved you even before I truly realized it.”

  I sniffled and closed my eyes, trying to keep anymore tears from spilling out.

  “I love you, too, Alex Cruz. And I knew it the moment I realized it.”

  He leaned down and kissed me again, soft and sensual, making me feel like we had finally solidified our status and become one.

  A knock rattled the door, startling us where we lay. My eyes shot open as fear coursed through me that we’d be caught, right here in the office, with our pants down. Another knock hit the door, then a voice came barreling through the wall.

  “It’s me, man. Riley. Open up.”

  My heart settled a bit, knowing it was someone who wasn’t going to send everything crashing down. Alex pulled his pants up, then hurried to the door, opening it slightly.

  “Hey, hurry up and get out of there. Everyone is on their way back.”

  “Why didn’t you call or text me, man?”

  “I did. You didn’t answer.”

  Alex stood still, then nodded his head and shut the door. I stood, snapping on my bra, then throwing my t-shirt on over my head. I tried smoothing down my loose hairs that had made their way out of my bun, but Alex walked over to me and took my hands, slowing me down.

  “Stop rushing. We’ve got time.”

  “I just don’t want to be found out like this.”

  He smiled at me, seemingly enjoying my frantic state. He dropped down and took my panties in his hands, pulling them back up and tapping my ass just as he finished. He went back down and pulled up my pants, buttoning and fastening my belt for me. When he finished, he stood in front of me, his eyes resting on the butterfly hanging from my neck.

  “It’s almost as beautiful as you are,” he said, taking it in his hands and kissing me, before tugging on the neckline of my t-shirt and dropping it inside. I placed my hand over it and smiled, then kissed him again, before turning and walking to the door.

  “I love you,” I whispered over my shoulder, before slightly opening the door, looking around and then slipping out.

  Before I could take three good steps, I heard a voice call out, “Pfc. Bennett.” My heart skipped a beat as I flushed red, lost control of my breathing, and slowly turned around, coming face to face with First Sergeant O’Hara. He briskly walked in my direction, his eyes curiously studying me, then glancing at the door that I was only a few steps away from.

  “Good afternoon, First Sergeant,” I greeted him, hoping that my wild expression wouldn’t tip him off to anything. He continued to stare at me strangely, his eyes narrowing as he looked me over.

  “Did you need something with one of the instructors?”

  “Um—“ I swallowed, trying to quickly formulate a lie. I was never any good at thinking on my toes. “I needed to see Sergeant Jensen, but I see no one is in right now.”

  “Hmmmm,” he moaned, his eyes never leaving mine. I was afraid to look away for fear that it would be a definite giveaway that something was up and that he would sniff around long enough to actually find it. “Well, I’d suggest you wait to speak to him until you get back into class. This could easily be misconstrued. And after everything you’ve already been through, we wouldn’t that, now would we?”

  I swallowed again, my chest heaving as I stood there, swallowed up in all of my guilt, hoping and praying that First Sergeant couldn’t hear the erratic, bone breaking, beats of my heart. The longer he stood glaring at me, those dark, beady eyes penetrating my soul, the more I felt like this was it; all of the walls would come crashing down on top of me, leaving me begging for mercy as the truth came spilling out.

  “Go on and enjoy some chow, Pfc. Bennett. Whatever this is, it can wait.” He eyed me suspiciously.

  “Yes, First Sergeant,” I weakly answered, cracking my knuckles at my sides before turning and walking away as fast as my boot clad feet would carry me. I wanted to turn around, but I knew better. There was no doubt in my mind that First Sergeant O’Hara was watching me and that turning around would only solidify his suspicions. I walked on down the corridor and turned the corner. I threw my hands behind my head and took long, deep breaths, desperately needing fresh air to once again cycle through my pain ridden and suffocating lungs.

  Thursday night field day went without a glitch. It was the last one we’d be subjected to here at the schoolhouse, and Alex didn’t stop by my room, making me wonder where he had gone. The next morning in class, he was quiet…cold… distant. I didn’t know what was bothering him. The day before had been so beautiful, so meaningful, and I wondered if it was all too much for him. If he was having a hard time dealing with the reality of what we were faced with.

  He had been in the office when I had my run in with First Sergeant O’Hara, so I thought maybe that was too close for comfort and he needed to put distance between us. Whatever it was, it sent sadness and pain piercing through me, leaving me wondering what would actually become of us. I tried to forget about it as I took my final exam, well aware that passing this had to be my one and only concern at the moment.

  The day ended with only a few empty glances here and there. When I looked deep enough, I could see sadness behind the dark cloud surrounding his eyes—that very sadness filling me. I didn’t want to leave on this note. I wanted to leave with us excited for the prospect that lay before us, but the longer I thought about it, the more I realized that it would probably not happen that way. I wanted to rewind, take things back to the very beginning and start all over. I wanted more time. I wanted anything I could get to bring me and Alex back together. More than anything, I wanted the love that we’d expressed to one another to trump everything.

  And right now, I wasn’t so sure that it could.

  Later that evening, I sat with Dalton in the barracks courtyard, quietly festering in my own self-pity as he went on and on about the excitement of his new unit. He stopped talking when he noticed that I wasn’t contributing to the conversation.

  “Hey. What’s got you so down? Things are looking up for you. Allen is out of your hair, we’re graduating, and you’ve got the love of your life. Why are you so down?”

  I smiled weakly. “I wish it were that simple. But Alex and I are in a complicated state right now. He’s been so distant since yesterday. It hurts.”

  He pulled me in for a hug, wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

  “I’m sure he’s hurting, too. He probably just doesn’t know how to handle it.”

  “I don’t either. But I’m not backing away from him like he’s doing to me.”

  “Don’t be so hard on him. He seems like a hard ass, and I think these feelings are new for him, so he doesn’t really know how to deal with them.”

  “I guess,” I said, shrugging my shoulders.

  “Hey, let’s go to the gym and play some basketball—get your mind off things for a bit.”

  I contemplated saying no, but Dalton stood and grabbed my hand, yanking me up with him.

  “Go get your shoes on and meet me in five minutes.”

  I nodded, then took off for my room, looking into the duty room on my way by and finding Riley sitting inside. I stopped, backtracked, then knocked on the door.

  “Pfc. Bennett,” he formally said, looking up from his Hot Rods magazine.

  “Hi, Sergeant Riley.” No one was in the room with him, but I looked around anyway, before moving farther inside and asking my question. “Um—is Alex okay? He’s been a little off today.”

  He sat his magazine down and straightened up in his chair.

  “Alex is fine,” he replied. “He just needs a minute to adjust to everything. He’s hurting a little, that’s all.”

  My heart fluttered at the confirmation. He wasn’t distancing himself from me for the sake of distancing himself. I smiled and thanked him, then headed up the stairs to put on my sneakers and play some ball with Dalton.

  We played over an hour of basketball, one on one, then two on two with a couple of other students. I was decent at basketball, but Dalton was excepti
onal. I wondered why he hadn’t pursued it further since he obviously had talent, but he said it was just a hobby for him and nothing he wanted to devote his life to. I envied him because if I’d been blessed with that talent, I would have used it to my advantage.

  The walk home was slow and quiet. The desert air was still warm, but the few gusts of wind here and there were welcomed, cooling down my sweat covered body from the hot and humid gym. When we reached the barracks, I looked inside the duty room again, seeing Riley sitting inside with his A-duty—a young, but built Private. He gave me a slight wave, putting a smile on my face. I loved how loyal he was to Alex, and in turn, how accepting he was of me.

  “Hey, maybe tomorrow we can go swim or something,” Dalton said, holding on to my shoulder.

  “Yeah, I’ll text you in the morning.”

  I gave him a hug, then turned and jogged up the stairs. The music coming from inside my room was loud and thunderous, assaulting my ears the closer that I got. Angelica was in there, and it would be an almighty fight to try and get her to show a little consideration and turn it down now that I was home. I just figured I’d shower, then head off to grab a bite to eat and hopefully stay away from her until it was time for quiet hours.

  I fiddled with my keys, my sweaty hands slipping as I tried to get a solid grip. When I finally did, I placed the key inside the hole, turned the knob and pushed the door open. Just my luck, Angelica was in the shower already, so I’d have to wait until she was done. I exhaled a breath of frustration and started to walk inside when a large, thick hand flew around my mouth, the accompanying body equally large and pressing hard up against me, sending me crashing down to the floor. I tried to scream, but it was in vain. My sounds were completely muffled by the hand covering my mouth.

  Fear shot through every inch of me as the bulky physique pressed me down into the hard floor, pinning my arms underneath me. My wrists were firmly pressed onto the cold, tile floor, and the bone crushing weight of my assailant sent my bones fracturing, causing pain to ripple up and down my arms. The butterfly charm on the end of my necklace jabbed into me, sending sharp pains through my chest as I was reminded that Alex was nowhere around to protect me. My mind flittered to him, thinking about where he was and how he would react to what was happening to me at this very moment.