Because of You

by David Horne

  "Once a replacement platoon arrived, we were then transported to the hospital for check-ups. Each of us was individually debriefed. I was worried that I was going to get in trouble for not following through with Commander Harris' orders. The man debriefing me told me that what I did was the right decision. That they had debriefed Commander Harris when he got out of surgery, explained what happened and that I made an on-field decision that saved the rest of my platoon." The rest of the room watched as Zack looked at his whiskey.

  "Brass then said for my act of bravery, I would be awarded a medal." Zack's cheeks bloomed slightly.

  The group gawked at him before Brenda laughed and hugged him tightly. John gave a gruff laugh as he patted Zack's arm.

  "That's amazing, Zack!" Maria said with tears dotting her lashes, her hands clasped under her chin. Everyone soon took their time to hug him and congratulate him. Tom's hug lasted the longest, no one said a thing, they just smiled and secretly moved so that the only available space to sit was next to each other.

  They enjoyed the last dregs of their drinks before Zack asked if he could talk to Tom alone in his room.

  Zack's room hadn't been touched since he left. They both sat on the bed, knees, and shoulders touching. Tom looked at Zack when he took a deep breath.

  "I want to have a relationship with you." Zack started off softly, his hand slowly moving to hold Tom's. Tom was surprised to realize that Zack's hand was shaking slightly.

  "When I was shipped off, at nights I thought of you, when it got hairy, I would think of you. When I thought I would die, I thought of you." Zack had yet to raise his voice beyond a whisper.

  Turning to face Zack, Tom took Zack's other hand. Zack looked Tom in the eye before he seemed to steel himself and leaned forward. Tom met him halfway in a soft meeting of lips. Tom released one of Zack's hands to place it on Zack's uninjured cheek.

  "But what I want to tell you, Tom, is that I have been an idiot for dating Rebecca as long as I did when all I wanted to do was be the one held, but I wanted to be held in your arms. I was just so used to Rebecca and I was so afraid to ruin what we have; I was so scared to lose you. Tom, I don't know what I would do if I lose you." Zack's voice was raw in its emotion. His eyes were pleading for Tom to understand what he was trying to say.

  "Tom… When you told me that you were in love with me, all I wanted to do was yell at the top of my lungs that I love you too." That was all Tom needed to hear for the dam to break.

  Cradling the man before him by the face. Tom looked deeply into those golden-brown eyes, the full mouth he was already addicted to kissing. The light flush that was settling on cheeks and the intense gaze Zack was giving him.

  The heat of the stare was making the blood in his veins pump faster and straight down south.

  It happened without anyone saying anything.

  Both Tom and Zack drove in for another kiss, but, this time it was heated and deep. Tom opened his mouth to run his tongue over the seam of Zack's lips, desperate to get inside and taste the man of his dreams.

  Zack gave a gravelly groan as he opened his mouth and his tongue met Tom's. Hands moved from their original position, Tom's to Zack's lower ribcage area and Zack's to wrap themselves around Tom's neck.

  The kiss became more heated as tongues twirled and danced. Occasionally Zack would pull back slightly to nip and pull Tom's lower lip. That caused Tom to growl and slowly pushed Zack to lie on his back. Zack went willingly, shifting with Tom, so they were lying right way up on the bed. Tom's large frame encompassed him, made him feel safe. Zack had always wondered how it would feel to be with Tom, he was nearly a full head taller than him. He was no gym bunny and had soft edges where Zack was hard muscles but Zack loved Tom's soft edges. They made holding onto Tom comforting, like holding your favorite toy.

  Tom was in heaven, pure heaven as Zack gasped with an arched back as Tom gripped Zack by the hips and ground down with his own. Zack bucked his hips when Tom pulled his hips away, in an effort to prolong the pleasure.

  "Shit, I want you so bad." Zack groaned out as they pulled away to take a breather. Tom looked down at Zack, a little hesitant.

  "You sure?" He asked, he had to make sure that this wasn't an in the moment thing, that Zack wasn't just caught up in the moment, no matter how much he wanted to make love to Zack. How his soul yearned to connect on a physical level with the man below him.

  Zack looked up at Tom, his eyes while showing the hunger he had for Tom was still clear. Scarred hands moved from their position on the back of Tom's neck to the front, caressing Tom's pecks and abs as his fingers slipped underneath Tom's shirt. Tom gave a whole-body shudder when he felt calloused-hardened palms caress his skin as the hands moved up to bunch the shirt over his heart, unable to go up.

  "Tom, I've dreamed about you. Some innocent, while some not so much. I want you to fuck me good. I want to take this step with you. I want all of you Tom, I've known you nearly my whole life. I want to wake up next to you, I want to have breakfast with you, I want to try all the new dishes you come up with, the smile you get when you cook and someone likes what you cooked. I want to have lazy days with you, where we refuse to get out of bed besides getting breakfast, where you and I just lie and talk about utter nonsense, we'll make love all day."

  Tom felt his heart was about to explode as Zack talked, his hands making small tugging motions. Getting the idea, Tom raised his upper body to quickly remove his shirt. When he looked down, it was to the naked chest of Zack, he had more scars now. He ran his fingers over the bumps, ridges and hard-packed muscles. Zack captured his hands and brought them to rest over his heart.

  "I want to have a family with you one day, get a house, a dog and adopt a kid or two, and I want to see you every night before I go to sleep. I want to grow old with you. I want to love you until I'm dust and even beyond that. I love you Tom. You kept me going and I don't want to waste any more time, I saw how fast life can be snuffed out and I don't want to waste another moment of ours so please." Zack tugged Tom down until they were chest to chest and nose to nose.

  "Please make love to me."

  Chapter Eight

  Tom kissed Zack like Zack was water and Tom a dehydrated wanderer. Zack groaned in what sounded in utter relief when he felt Tom's hands slowly make their way up his torso, making his skin break out in gooseflesh.

  It then dawned on Zack that he was bandaged and scarred, it was too late to warn Tom.

  Nervously, Zack watched Tom's face when he finally took a good look at Zack's bare chest. Tom's face only showed shock. His hands, however, moved gently from throwing the shirt to the side to caress Zack's shoulders, his fingers skimming from the tops of his shoulders to his collarbones. Zack shivered at the light touch.

  Zack knew what scar Tom was looking at, it was one he got in the early stage of his deployment.

  "It was an accident, one of the fight-damaged buildings collapsed before we could fix it. A splintered piece of wood had struck me on the shoulder. It hurt, and it was deep but our field medic stitched me up and I got put on lighter duty to help my wound heal."

  Tom leaned forward and kissed the scar, it wasn't large, two inches by a quarter inch, it was still a dark purple-pink color. The next scar Tom's fingers grazed was a bandaged one, it was to his left pectoral muscle.

  "When the HMMWV exploded, some shrapnel flew at me, I got hit with small pieces here and there, this one and the one on my cheek are the biggest." Zack pointed to smaller already scabbed wounds. Tom kissed them all, slowly and gently as to not hurt him.

  Zack pulled Tom up so they could share in deep kisses that made them both moan and buck hips as hands slowly started to get acquainted with the ridges, slopes and sensitive spots.

  Shuddering when Tom started to kiss his way down Zack's neck, he gasped when Tom gave a hard bite on the side of his neck, where the neck melted into the shoulder. It would leave a bruise, no doubt but Zack was loving every part of it.

  "More." Zack hissed as he tilted his hea
d to the side, so Tom has more space to nip and suck more marks on his skin as he went lower and lower. Teeth scraping over heated flesh, honey-toned skin became shiny with sweat. Zack ran his fingers through Tom's hair before his fingers clenched and gripped Tom's hair in a white-knuckled hold as Tom reached Zack's right nipple and started to suck and nip on it.

  When Tom bit down fully on the nipple, it was his turn to hiss as Zack's hands jumped from his hair to his upper back to rake down fingernails, leaving behind raised skin.

  The room heated as Tom switched nipples, his one hand moving to fondle, twist and tease the already abused nub. Zack was gasping and making soft grunting noises with the occasional moan.

  "Please… Tom… I need more…" Zack panted as the mouth sucking on his nipple left and another hand started to fondle the abandoned nipple. Blue eyes stared at the man below him, his arms had fallen to the bed when Tom straightened.

  "Do you have lube or something?" Tom's voice was more a growl than anything else. He watched as Zack slowly turned himself around to face his bedside table. Enraptured, Tom watched Zack's back muscles shift, stretch and ripple as Zack reached for the drawer knob. After some rummaging around Zack handed Tom a bottle with cinnamon-scented lube.

  "Cinnamon?" Tom asked when he read the label.

  Red slowly crept up Zack's neck in a deep flush, his aroused state not helping.

  "You always have a faint cinnamon smell around you." The words were muffled by the pillow. Tom squeezed the bottle, his heart pounding with pure joy and his dick gave a pulse of desire at the confession.

  Placing the lube to the side of Zack's head. He then lowered himself so he was lying on top of Zack, worming his arms underneath his torso so he could hug and hold Zack close.

  "I love you." Was all Tom could get past the lump in his throat.

  "Love you too." Zack turned his face to look at Tom and smile up at him. They kissed more gently but Zack's hand moved to grab the lube and lightly bumped it against Tom's arm.

  "Come on, Tom. Don't keep me waiting." Zack breathed out with a smile that bordered a smirk. Smirking back, Tom lifted himself onto his knees and started to undo his belt. The belt met the ground in a dull thud, Tom had to get up from the bed to remove his pants and underwear after he removed his shoes and socks.

  Looking over his shoulder, Zack's eyes turned to molten gold as they settled onto the long thick shaft and bulbous head. The tip was already shiny with pearly drops of precum. All Zack did was give a throaty groan.

  "Fuck, I knew you'd be huge." Panting the words, Zack lifted his hips high enough to undo his belt and zipper before lowering himself back to the bed and wiggled his ass. "Take them off."

  Tom didn't need to be told twice, he moved to kneel at Zack's feet and undid his shoes as quickly as he could, he then removed his socks. After that, some tugging and hip lifting and muffled laughter. Zack was naked underneath Tom and said man felt his dick harden even more at the sight of the full ass before him, the muscular thighs that tensed now and then when he was unable to stop his hands from moving from calf to thigh to glutes. He gave the firm globes a good squeeze before he spread them to see the hidden pucker.

  The only sounds in the room where the panting breaths and shifting of the bed as one of them made a move.

  Unable to take it anymore, Zack grabbed the lube and flicked the cap open, Tom was about to offer his hand but was shocked when Zack added the lube to his own fingers. Zack looked over his shoulder, making heated eye contact.

  "Keep me spread." Zack didn't have to wait long for Tom to click what he wanted, he firmed his grip on Zack's ass, he watched the slicked-up fingers made their way over to the one place Tom hoped to fill soon. He groaned deep in the back of his throat as he watched Zack's finger circle around his hole, it didn't take long before the finger slipped inside. Zack released a shuddering breath; it clearly was a bit difficult for Zack.

  It was difficult since Zack had months since he couldn't satisfy his itch since he didn't even want to attempt it at the army.

  Blue eyes watched as the single digit started to move deeper into the tight hole, soon the finger began to move back forth. Zack started to make little noises of pleasure. When he added a second finger, he hissed before it morphed into a moan as the fingers started to go deeper. They started to stretch and tease the rim of his entrance, the third finger soon joined, and the reach became longer. It didn't take long before Zack's middle finger reached his prostate, and he had to bite the pillow to stifle his shout of pleasure. His body shook with faint tremors.

  Tom massaged Zack's firm globes, still not taking his eyes off of the fingers that were being pushed and dragged out of Zack's still tight looking hole.

  "I'm ready, I need you. Now." Zack looked over his shoulder, pleading with his eyes.

  A little worried about Zack not being stretched enough. Tom took the lube and coated two of his fingers and slowly added one of his fingers alongside Zack's, said man groaned loudly, so loudly that he had to bite the pillow again.

  Having run out of patience, Zack removed his hand and along with his hand, Tom's hand as well. Tom was given the lube. Zack looked behind him once more from where his head rested on the pillow, heat in his eyes causing Tom's heartbeat to kick up another notch.

  "Fuck me real good Tom, I want to feel you for days." Zack's voice was pure sex. It made Tom's dick leak precum like a horny teenager, but what was in front of him was his most daring and dirtiest fantasy stretched out in more ways than one.

  Taking the lube, Tom coated his dick straight from the bottle, the cold lube helping to cool his burning desire. He stroked his dick to coat in evenly as possible before pushing his fingers into Zack one more time to make sure he was well coated. All the while Zack watched him with lust in his eyes.

  Steading his dick, Tom grabbed one globe of ass to spread Zack slightly. Taking a deep breath, Tom started to push his way past the ring of muscle, he entered with a pop like sensation, a sensation that had both men moaning each other's names.

  "Shit, you're so fucking tight." Tom breathed and leaned forward as he slowly inched his way inside the tight warm heat he had only dreamed about filling. Zack, for his part, was clutching the pillow and groaning his delight into the pillow.

  "You're so fucking big." Zack rasped back, his hips rocking with the gentle rhythm Tom set up as he rocked back and forth, going deeper each time.

  "F-fa-faster." Zack moaned and shoved his hips back as best he can from his downward slumped position. Tom fulfilled the order by slowly increasing his speed, soon the sound of skin meeting skin filled the room.

  Tom started to increase the force of his thrust, he was soon bottoming out and hitting Zack's prostate with force. Zack didn't bite the pillow in time to stop the surprised shout of ecstasy but both men were too far gone to care if someone heard them.

  Wanting to feel closer, Zack reached wildly behind him, Tom grabbed his hand but wasn't prepared to be yanked forward and into Zack, chest to back. He went in a little deeper than before Making Zack give a shuddering groan.

  "Hold me." Zack ordered and who was Tom to deny such a request. He wrapped his arms around the muscled middle of Zack and went back to the brutal pace of fucking Zack good and hard like he asked. He didn't have a lot of leverage in this position, but being so close to Zack, being able to hear his soft muffled moans and groans mixed with pleas for more, for Tom to go harder, faster.

  It made Tom's head spin with the delicious friction against his dick, the warm velvet heat of Zack's body and the fact that it was Zack he was finally holding tightly in his arms.

  Zack had similar thoughts, his mind hazy as his prostate was assaulted with every thrust of Tom's dick. It stretched him good, his hole was clenching in the rhythm of Tom's thrust, clenching when Tom pulls back only to spasm when he gets rammed into again and again and again.

  "Ha-ha-a… Damn you feel so good…" Zack groaned into the pillow, Tom groaned his reply, his hands having moved to Zack's hips, holding the
m just on the right edge of tight where Zack and Tom knew he would have bruises.

  What surprised Tom was when Zack wiggled a little to get his knees more firmly under him, his hand going beneath his body. Tom thought he was about to jerk himself off, but he then felt the tight hole he was plowing into getting tighter at the top.

  "Oh fuck I can feel you, you're so deep." Zack moaned and arched his back.

  It was then that Tom realized that Zack was pushing into his lower abdomen. Making the pressure of his body tighten to the point where Zack could feel Tom moving in and out of his own body.

  Zack's legs started to shake, his breathing more labored, and his skin even more shiny with sweat, the amber skin tone looking more and more appetizing.

  Without any warning, Tom leaned fully down and bit Zack on the back of his neck, hard enough to leave indentations.

  Shoving his face into the pillow, Zack came undone with a loud yell of Tom's name, his cum shooting onto the bedsheets. His legs were like jelly, and his body extremely sensitive.

  "C-cum… in… side me." Zack panted as he looked at Tom, his body rocking with the irregular rhythm of Tom's hips.

  As if the words were some sort of cue he had been waiting for, coupled with the idea that Zack was fine with Tom coming inside him, it made it all too easy for Tom to explode inside Zack after one last harsh thrust. Once Tom's dick gave the last spurt of cum, he then flopped to his side with his arms still around Zack, they both landed on their sides.

  Both men breathed hard, their heartbeats a testament to their hearts trying to escape their ribcages. Their lungs burned with each gasp of breath.

  As breathing became more natural, Tom gently ran his fingertips from Zack's hip to slightly heaving chest. With a shift of his hips, Tom pulled out of Zack. Both men hissed, Zack moaned afterward when he felt the cum start to leak out of him.