by Petrova, Em
“O-okay. What about?”
Balkhi let out a heavy sigh. “You are not a stupid man, so please do not behave like one. We need to talk about… whatever is going on here.”
Crossing to his bed, Wilkes dropped heavily onto the mattress. “Yeah. You’re right. But the trouble is, I have no idea what to say.”
Much more gracefully, Balkhi sat down at the other end of the mattress. “I don’t, either. But we cannot go on like this. People are going to notice, and that won’t be good for either of us.”
A smidgen of relief wormed its way into Wilkes’ brain. That was positive, at least. Balkhi understood the dangers of this… thing… between them, so he wasn’t about to demand they go public and start wandering around the Afghanistan desert hand-in-hand.
Rubbing his head, Wilkes said, “You’re right, again. But I don’t know what the answer is, Rustam. I just don’t.” Meeting the other man’s eyes, he saw compassion and understanding there, emotions that encouraged him to go on, to get it all off his chest. If he was going to confide in anyone, what better candidate? Secrecy was just as important to Balkhi. More so, in fact. “I’ve tried ignoring my feelings, ignoring you, avoiding you, filling my brain with so much other stuff that it hasn’t got the capacity to think about you, to want you. But nothing works. I do want you, Rustam, and I just don’t know how I’m going to get through the next few months, working with you every day, without having you.”
Balkhi’s response was to jerk to his feet and cross to the door. Wilkes’ heart sank. Shit, what had he said wrong? Wilkes had bared his soul and now Balkhi was walking out on him. So much for him being a good person to confide in. He should have kept his big mouth shut!
Frozen to the spot, not knowing what to say or do to stop the other man leaving, Wilkes watched as Balkhi locked the door, then returned to him. Instead of re-taking his place on the bed, though, he kneeled between Wilkes’ legs and placed his hands on his knees.
“I don’t, either,” he murmured, looking into Wilkes’ eyes. “Everything you have just said, I’ve been feeling it too. And I think the only option available to us right now is to give in to it. Give in to what we want, and go from there. The situation can hardly get more awkward, can it?”
Only if someone catches us.
The thought dissolved as rapidly as it had appeared when Rustam slipped a hand behind Wilkes’ neck and pulled him in for a kiss.
As soon as their lips touched, Wilkes knew there was no going back. Not now.
The kiss was rough, needy. Their hands wandered, grasped, gripped as their mouths battled for dominance, their gasps and groans filling the room.
Tingles erupted throughout Wilkes’ body as his brain finally caught up with what was happening. He was getting the very thing he’d been thinking about for months. Letting go of any modicum of restraint he might have had, Wilkes deepened the kiss. Tongues tangled, stubble scratched against goatee, teeth clashed, grips increased.
Blood thundering through his veins, Wilkes was utterly overtaken by lust, any thoughts of consequences chased from his mind as Balkhi gave as good as he got. Shifting his hands up to Balkhi’s shoulders, Wilkes shoved him roughly, following his backward momentum and bearing down until they were lying on the floor, Wilkes on top. Now he could feel more of the other man, more than just his lips and hands. Firm thighs and hard torso pressed against his, and between the two, an insistent cock.
More. He needed more. He grabbed the hem of Balkhi’s t-shirt and yanked it up over his head, carelessly tossing it across the room and following it quickly with his own. Leaning down, he resumed their kiss, the passion between them burning ever hotter as they enjoyed skin-to-skin contact. Now he was torn. Torn between kissing Balkhi until they were both breathless and practically coming in their pants, or pulling away once more so they could get completely naked.
Eventually he made a decision that was more to do with his cock than his brain. Rolling off of Balkhi, he began removing his clothes, knowing without saying a word that the other man would mirror his actions. Fortunately, he hadn’t done his boots up in the shower room, he’d just shoved them on his feet, and soon the rest of his clothes had joined the rapidly growing pile strewn across the floor.
Holding tightly to what presence of mind he had left, Wilkes found his wash kit amongst the detritus, and grabbed a condom and a small sachet of lube.
Shuffling back up next to Balkhi, he was surprised to see an amused expression on his face.
“What?”
Balkhi nodded toward the items in his hand. “Prepared, aren’t you?”
Shrugging, Wilkes said, “What can I say? I was a boy scout.”
“I’m not sure what that means, but I am glad of it.”
Putting the condom and lube down close by, Wilkes cupped Balkhi’s jaw. “No more talking,” he growled, before capturing his lips in another kiss. His cock throbbed against Balkhi’s thigh and he grabbed it, giving it a couple of swift tugs before reaching for Balkhi’s shaft, realising he’d rather be stroking the other man’s dick than his own.
Balkhi gasped. The sound was immediately swallowed into Wilkes’ mouth. He grinned and squeezed harder as he rode his fist up and down Balkhi’s circumcised cock. Balkhi bucked his hips, silently urging Wilkes to go faster. He ignored him, deliberately slowing his movements, wanting to drive the other man as insane with lust as he felt.
Apparently, Balkhi had other ideas. He grabbed Wilkes and rolled them both over until Balkhi was on top, his gorgeous eyes gleaming as he pinned Wilkes’ wrists to the floor. “Do not tease me. I’ve waited long enough for you.”
There was something in his tone, something that was more than just sexual arousal, more than the need to get off.
Pulling his right hand from Balkhi’s grip, he reached up and cupped his face again. Temporarily, he forgot about his needy dick as he said the words that terrified and delighted him in equal measure. “Rustam, do you think you could fall in love with me?”
The Afghan’s eyes widened for a second, then colour stained his cheeks. “Yes. Yes, I do.”
“Thank fuck for that,” Wilkes shot back, shifting his hand to the back of Balkhi’s neck and pulling him down so they were nose-to-nose, “because I think I’m falling in love with you.”
That said, he yanked Balkhi down a little farther, and their mouths met once again. Now, their kisses were infused with something new. The passion was still there, of course, and more powerful than ever. But it was combined with a feeling that Wilkes couldn’t quite place. A promise of things to come, perhaps?
As Balkhi’s hand slipped between their bodies and fisted Wilkes’ cock, his thoughts turned to more physical pursuits.
Chapter Ten
Wilkes kissed Balkhi harder, pouring every ounce of need he felt into it, gratified to feel that need returned. He reached out and grasped Balkhi’s buttocks, rutting against him. The other man removed his hand from Wilkes’ cock and echoed the movement, allowing their shafts to rub and press against each other. Slicks of pre-cum painted their torsos, but neither of them cared.
Twisting his head away, Wilkes murmured, “Rustam? Get the condom and lube. I need to fuck you, now.”
“You need to fuck me?”
Wilkes quirked an eyebrow. “Uh, yeah? Why?”
“Well, what about me?”
Chuckling, Wilkes said, “We’ll have to take it in turns. You like it both ways, huh?”
Balkhi nodded.
A growl rumbled low in Wilkes’ throat, and he gave a sharp nip to Balkhi’s earlobe. “That just makes you even more perfect.”
“If you get to go first,” the Afghan replied, “then you have to promise you’ll let me go right after you. I already feel as though I’m going to explode.”
Wilkes nodded frantically. Honestly, he’d have sold his granny to get his cock inside that delicious arse at that moment. “Okay, okay. Get another condom and lube out of my bag then, so we’re ready. I don’t think I can wait any longer.”
A flurry of movement, and Balkhi was back, a grin on his face. “Here,” he said, tossing the items onto Wilkes’ chest. “Now hurry. Please.”
Wilkes didn’t need to be told twice. Sitting up, he grabbed his cock, stroking from root to tip a couple of times, before grabbing a foil packet and opening it. Discarding the wrapper, he rolled the protection on, closing his eyes for a second as he heard a gasp from Balkhi. God damn it, if he carried on like that, he was going to come before he even got inside him.
Sucking in a deep breath to keep a grip on his climax, Wilkes then opened the sachet of lube, squirting a liberal amount onto the tip of his cock and smoothing it down the length. Still sitting on the floor, he beckoned to Balkhi. “Come here, let me.”
Straddling Wilkes’ thighs, Balkhi made eye contact. The contact didn’t break, not even when Wilkes covered the tips of his index and middle fingers with lube and crept them between Balkhi’s legs. Moving directly past his cock and balls, Wilkes searched for the puckered skin of his arse. It wasn’t unlike the fantasy he’d had in his tent—but the reality was better. So much fucking better.
He began to smear the liquid around Balkhi’s hole, relaxing and arousing him at the same time. Then he pulled his hand away, squirted the last of the lube onto his fingers and repeated the action, this time going farther, dipping a finger into the clenching void, pushing in past his first knuckle, then his second. Once he could go in no farther, he pumped a couple of times, then pulled out, only to enter Balkhi with two fingers.
Balkhi gripped Wilkes’ shoulders, finally giving in and closing his eyes in ecstasy as his arse was finger fucked.
When he was satisfied the other man was good and ready, Wilkes stopped what he was doing, then lay on his back again. Gripping the base of his cock, he waggled it at Balkhi. “I’m ready when you are. Sit on me. Please.”
The corners of his lips tweaking up, Balkhi shuffled into position, shoving Wilkes’ hand out of the way and replacing it with his own. Balkhi held on tight to Wilkes’ shaft, manoeuvring it until it was in the right place, then slowly lowering himself onto it.
Balling his fists, Wilkes fought hard to stay in control as he felt the tip of his cock gradually breaching Balkhi’s rear, the tight ring stretching around him, allowing him passage.
Soon, he popped past the toughest of the resistance. Balkhi let out a long hiss through his teeth, pausing briefly to get used to the invasion, before continuing to feed Wilkes’ cock into his arse. Before long, Wilkes was fully seated inside Balkhi, his balls pressing up against firm bum cheeks.
“God, that feels good,” Wilkes murmured, marvelling at the sight of Balkhi’s perfect body in front of him. It was everything he’d imagined, but hotter. Hotter because he couldn’t only see it—he could touch it, taste it, feel it.
Love it.
Wilkes smiled. “You’re gorgeous. So fucking sexy.”
“You are, too,” Balkhi replied, his pupils wide, lips parted.
“Now ride me.”
Balkhi’s response was to do as he’d said. Leaning forward, he braced his hands against the floor, then began to rock his hips. The lube did its job, making their bodies slip and slide together perfectly, Wilkes’ cock easily disappearing in and out of Balkhi’s arse. It was still tight, however, and Wilkes knew it wouldn’t be long before he came—the circumstances as well as the physical act of what they were doing combined into a serious overload on his senses. Every nerve ending was alight, burning away fiercely, growing hotter and hotter each time his sac slapped against Balkhi’s backside. The pressure inside his balls grew until they felt as though they were boiling. Christ, he was close. So fucking close.
He wanted to hold on, to make sure Balkhi knew this was about more than just getting off. So much more. And as Balkhi looked into his eyes, holding his gaze, that intense stare seeming to scorch into his very soul, Wilkes realised he knew. He already knew.
The knowledge was enough to tip him over the edge. He felt his balls draw up against his body, the familiar tingle at the base of his spine, then his climax ripped through him—powerful waves of bliss wringing him out and leaving him gasping for breath.
Finally, he managed to open his eyes. Grinning at Balkhi, he said, “That was fucking amazing. You’re amazing.”
“Yes, it was. And thank you.” His own grin widened. “And now it is your turn.”
“Don’t I even get a minute to recover?”
“Certainly not.” He lightly slapped Wilkes’ stomach. “Look at me!” As Balkhi gestured to his cock, Wilkes’ mouth almost watered at the sight. It was long, thick and angry-looking, a blob of liquid sitting at its tip.
“Hmm, okay. I see your point.” Reaching down, he grasped the base of the condom, holding it as Balkhi clambered off. Casting around for the wrapper, he removed the rubber and carefully stuffed it inside, then placed it on the sideboard, out of the way.
Turning back to Balkhi, he saw the other man had already donned a condom and was making quick work of smothering himself with lubricant. “Turn around,” he said, glancing up. “I want to see us…fucking.”
“Just one moment,” Wilkes replied. “There’s something I have to do, first.” With that, he gripped Balkhi’s chin and kissed him again, swirling his tongue deep and possessively into his mouth, then sucking and nibbling on his lower lip before pulling away. “I just had to do that.”
Smirking, Balkhi gave him a little push. “Turn around.”
Wilkes had barely gotten onto all fours when Balkhi’s nimble fingers, slick with lube, began toying with his arse. His eyes rolled back into his head and he groaned as Balkhi penetrated him with two fingers—apparently the Afghan had much less patience than him, maybe because he’d been made to wait. But he was still gentle, careful, using plenty of lube as he worked him open, loosened him up. Wilkes could hardly wait to feel that luscious cock inside him. Pushing back against Balkhi’s fingers, Wilkes told him that, just without using words.
“Impatient, aren’t you?” Balkhi’s tone was amused, and he used his free hand to lay a playful smack on Wilkes’ bum cheek.
“Yes,” Wilkes moaned, “I am. I just… I can’t help it. I want you inside me. Now.”
Curling his fingers, Balkhi pressed against Wilkes’ prostate gland a couple of times.
Wilkes let loose a series of harsh expletives.
Balkhi pulled out, quickly replacing his fingers with his cock.
Wilkes felt the head positioned against his hole, slick with lubricant, and concentrated on taking deep breaths, on relaxing. And not a moment too soon, for Balkhi was clearly as eager as he, penetrating him slowly but firmly, pushing past the tight ring of muscle before pausing to allow Wilkes a few moments to get used to the stretch.
Wilkes shoved back, urging the other man to continue. Balkhi took his cue, feeding his shaft into Wilkes’ anus, inch by inch. When he was fully seated inside, he leaned across and pressed kisses to Wilkes’ back and shoulders. “You feel so good, Hugh. I have wanted this for so very long.”
Wilkes looked over his shoulder at Balkhi. “And I. Now please, Rustam. Please fuck me, as hard as you can. I want you to.”
The room was once more filled with the sound of subdued grunts and moans, and skin slapping against skin. Wilkes felt full—both physically, and, crazy as it sounded, in his heart, too. Deep down he knew that although the two of them may have faced their problem head on, they hadn’t solved it. Far from it, in fact. They’d probably made things a whole lot worse.
For now, though, he concentrated on the pleasurable feelings racing through his body, the delicious arousal he felt at being fucked by the man he’d been lusting over for weeks. The satisfaction of knowing that Balkhi was growing closer to climax—his thrusts had grown shallower and faster, his hips jerking wildly and his fingertips digging tightly into Wilkes’ skin.
Then, with a sharp inhalation of breath, followed by a long, drawn out groan, Balkhi froze. Wilkes felt the other man’s cock swell farther, then begin to throb a
s it emptied his load inside the rubber. Spurt after spurt came, and Wilkes loved it. In spite of the many wrongs they’d just committed, it just felt so damn right. So fucking perfect.
Finally, Balkhi disentangled from him, copying Wilkes’ earlier action for getting rid of the protection. By the time he was done, Wilkes had clambered onto the narrow bed, his arms open wide. Balkhi eagerly clambered up next to him, moving into the embrace with a contended sigh.
Silence fell over the room, punctuated only by their breathing, which settled down gradually, until both men succumbed to sleep.
Chapter Eleven
Wilkes awoke with a groan—he felt like he’d been run over by a bus. Or a tank. As his senses slowly came alive, he realised why. He was squeezed onto a single bed, with very little room. And next to him was Rustam Balkhi, stark naked.
The events of the previous evening slammed into his brain. Carefully, he slid his arm from beneath the other man and sat up, thinking fast. Part of him—a huge part—was filled with a smug kind of joy at what had happened between him and the interpreter, especially since it was apparent that both of them were in it for more than just sex.
But the rest of him—the doubtful, perhaps more sensible part—knew that, if they were going to carry on seeing each other, if that’s what they were doing, things would get a whole lot more complicated before they got easier. Starting with right now—Wilkes had to make sure they were both up and ready for their transport back to the FOB. If they weren’t there for their pick up, some serious questions would be asked. Still, he didn’t relish the idea of waking Balkhi and ordering him to hurry and get dressed. Especially when he’d happily have stayed in bed with him all day long, naked and sweaty.
Wilkes rolled his eyes. Less than twenty-four hours had passed—less than twelve, in fact—since they’d given into the tension that had been burning between them for weeks, and already he was stressing about what would happen next, and trying to avoid hurting Balkhi’s feelings. No wonder he’d been single for so bloody long. Relationships were hard work.