Not when I’m slowly but surely getting turned on, and my breathing is quickening.
My thoughts stray, of course. How could they not? It’s one step away from the fantasy scenario I’ve imagined. I’m ready to go there again, even when hemmed in between them, and I know that might not be the best of ideas. Arousal can smell. I imagine both men will detect it fast if I get too excited, and there’s no way I can escape pleasuring myself without any kind of notice.
My thoughts wander over into forbidden territories, They picture me being devoured by both men, and sinking into the sweet storm of bliss that would arrive as a consequence of everything else.
My nostrils flare as I suppress as best as I can these desires, keeping them locked in the chambers of my mind. I wrestle them to the cobwebby corners of my head and settle in better, keeping to my cover story that these men are cold, and we need to share our heat. We need to stay warm.
Part of me loves this choice, part of me regrets it, because I’m unsure just how I’ll be able to sleep at all with such fine specimens on either side of me.
I manage it, nonetheless, with their arms around my torso
Chapter Four
I wake up before the men, and use the opportunity to check on their injuries, and make sure nothing is going awry. They murmur and stir at the loss of my warmth, but my nerves are frayed tight. It’s about an hour later when Barnes makes his announcement, after a messenger hurries back into the bunker.
“We’re in a bit of a situation, ladies and gentlemen. The enemy will likely have us surrounded by now, but we’ve not been slacking. The locals who are still active in the town have been helping us reinforce some of the defenses, and we have our platoon spread around, whilst we wait for additional backup. Unfortunately, the backup won’t be here until sunrise tomorrow.”
I gape at this revelation. That’s a long time to be without any backup. Anything could happen if the insurgents hit, and if there’s a lot of them… I don’t think twenty-two fighting men can hold them off for long, except through perseverance, luck and diligence. I’m scared at the news because I know we’re in for a tough time ahead. I also know we need more medical supplies, and I’ll have to look through the dilapidated town to see if any of the residents have any access to supplies.
Barnes is grim as well – he’s aware that we may not make it past the night if the enemy attack in force. Jason and Alex witness my fear and they do everything in their power to try and comfort me. I actually end up in the bed again for a few minutes, doing nothing else but taking in the reassuring presence of the two men.
It’s strange, as well, because I see both of them eyeing me in interest and attraction, and both of them acting fully aware of each other’s attention upon me. Neither seem disturbed or jealous. I can’t help it. I have to say something.
“I just want to know. Are you both attracted to me?”
They exchange glances. “Yes,” Jason says, along with Alex’s affirmative nod.
“Are you not bothered by that?”
“Why would we be?” Now it’s Alex’s turn to speak. “We’re best friends. Sometimes we’re friends with benefits.”
My jaw drops at this. What?
Jason grins. “He’s not wrong. Both of us like you. I think in better circumstances, I’d be fully up for a threesome. But…” he hastily adds, seeing my shock, “that’s not to say we would pressure anything of the sort on you!”
Well, then. That clears a few things up.
“Wait,” Alex points out. “We don’t even know if you’re single. Are you single?”
I smirk at the both of them. “I’m single. I didn’t want to have a commitment when I took up this job.”
Their eyes now gleam in renewed interest, blue and dark meeting with my green. It’s the kind of devoted attention that could get to a lady’s head, and it’s certainly swelling up mine.
Before I say anything else I’ll regret, as my mind is now wandering into the zone of no return, where our bodies touch one another in the darkness, I apologize to them, and say that I’ll need to go around with the other medics to collect supplies from the town.
Of course I regret the choice in aspects, but once again, I have to select duty over my lust and attraction. I have to remind myself that I’m not here to make googly eyes at people. I’m here to save them.
An interpreter tags along with me, and we go from derelict house to derelict house, asking the locals for anything of use, knowing that at any moment, they might have to be treated in our makeshift hospital. Although I try to keep the fear out of my face, I see it in all the locals and our platoon soldiers, who scurry around, bolstering their defenses, whilst others risk leaving the town completely, even though there’s a strong possibility they may be shot upon leaving.
Everything feels like a last gasp of air before doom falls, and I’m struggling to handle the information. Part of me wishes I hadn’t volunteered to come here, but I also know that if I hadn’t, I wouldn’t know of Baker and White. Two extraordinary young men, who have not only expressed their admiration for me, but their lust as well.
I’m happy, of course, but it doesn’t take away the fear that etches inside, or the scared faces of the people I’m trying to save.
We only gather meagre supplies around the town, but it might be enough to deal with the causalities until our reinforcements arrive. Barnes is certain that the insurgents are aware of the time table and will put everything into a dusk/night attack, seeking to wipe us out before help arrives.
I arrive back in the bunker as the sun begins to set with all the supplies. Baker and White are not in the bed I left them in, which means they’re likely securing perimeters above. I walk through the bunker, noting how empty it is. Most of the injured civilians I’ve patched up have left, and only the worst cases remain, such as a woman with an amputated leg, and an unconscious child with his father hovering anxiously over him. All the troops are above, helping the town’s defenses, and I go to the far end of the room, stomach growling from the inadequate meal I’ve consumed. I pull the thick canvases around and turn on the lantern, curl onto the bed and try to fight the tears that threaten to come.
No one wants to die. No one wants to live in fear. What use am I if none of us make it through the night?
A few tears do leak out.
About a minute passes before I hear the canvas rustling, I turn to face the newcomers, hastily drying my face, before I see that it’s Jason and Alex. Jason goes to lift my chin, and Alex helps dab away at the tears with a scrunched packet of tissue.
“We know you’re afraid,” Alex says. “We’re the same. All the men above us as well, though they try to hide it.”
I sigh, and nod. “I don’t want anyone to see this. We get enough stick being in the forces as it is without you seeing me being an emotional wreck.”
“It’s okay,” Jason soothes. “It’s okay. We can be scared right with you.”
“Scared of losing you, too,” Alex adds, though his voice comes out barely a whisper. I hold my breath at this quiet reveal. It’s the kind of words I’ve always wanted to hear, though not necessarily in these circumstances. I want to mean something to people. Whether that’s by saving them, or by capturing their heart. Either way, I’ve become more than the sum of every part.
Jason sighs, patting Alex on the back, who flexes his muscles under his shirt. “We wanted to find you. And stay with you. Just in case… we didn’t make it through the night.”
They crawl into bed with me, and I’m huddled between them again. We share our warmth together, and it’s calm and peaceful under the soft light of our room, rather than the atmosphere being permeated from the emptiness in solitude.
The darkness and silence is profound, and we lie there together, staving off one another’s fears. Presently, though, I feel the arousal stirring in my gut. I feel my panties becoming uncomfortable, and my heart rate increasing when I focus and become aware of this fact.
Before long, my mind is runnin
g away with the possibilities. It’s churning in chaos, which whips itself up into an inferno when I shift my leg slightly, and I feel Alex’s hardness jutting from his pants.
Oh boy.
Out of curiosity, I budge the other leg, which leaves me spread open. He’s not so hard, but it certainly is triggered by the subtle movement offered, unraveling from its initial softness.
My fantasy is flaring to life. I can taste it upon my lips, feel my heat burning, longing for their touch. I am both shamed and shameless, willing to give into these men, to feel them caress me, and for all of us to be transported away from the grim reality we’re trapped in to a land of delight.
Sometimes, it’s just too much. You have to give in.
“Damn it,” I say. “I want you both.”
I kiss Alex, then Jason upon their lips. This ignites the flames dormant inside them, and stokes the ones within me. Quietly, not drawing attention to our corner of the bunker, they undress me, both working upon my body. I gasp when my breasts become exposed, and Jason latches his lips onto my nipples, massaging the glands, stirring the feeling tighter. Alex French kisses me on the mouth, our tongues entwining, and their strong, rough hands roam over my body, making me feel powerful and loved.
They keep asking if this is okay, not wanting to hurt me, and I assure them that it’s fine, I trust them, and that I’ve been wondering about this moment for a long time.
We may have only been together for a short time, but the promise of death upon the horizon heightens our emotions. We’re not ready to die just yet, not when we haven’t had the chance to lose ourselves in one another. It’s an amazing feeling. It’s so easy to sink into their touch, to feel loved and wanted. We are warm in a world that is cold, and quiet so that no one but us three knows what is going on.
I wish more than ever, though, that I could have met them somewhere other than a warn torn town in Algeria.
They both undress as well. They’re slow about it, teasing, and I enjoy the strip shop offered, grinning when they reach across to help each other de-clothe. I run my tongue over my lips seductively, and enjoy their lustful stares, knowing that I have their full attention now.
When they take off their boxers, I crane my head, wanting to see what slumbers underneath. Sure enough, two manhoods jut upright – not quite as monstrous in my fantasies, but certainly enough to inflict some serious pleasure, should either find their way inside me. Alex kisses me on my neck, sending shivers down my spine, and he cradles me from behind, taking over my breasts, as Jason gently spreads my legs and eases himself between, allowing his tongue to touch me in my most intimate place, making me gasp and shudder, and fight to keep the scream of pleasure locked within. He’s so masterful with his tongue. I hardly know what he’s doing about half the time. Sucking? Swirling? Something? Definitely something, because it’s working, and it’s working well.
My brain can barely comprehend it, and it doesn’t help that Alex is still playing me from behind like a fiddle, caressing my globes and making me greedy for his touch. I want them both to take me hard and fast, but they seem content to make this long and drawn out.
They want me to experience maximum pleasure, and Alex whispers this into my ear, before his teeth gently nibble at the tender flesh there. I gasp from the sensation, and hairs prickle all the way along my skin. I’m so ridiculously turned on, squirming and writhing from all the pleasure. Jason clamps down on my legs hard, preventing me from moving too much, so he can keep administering his expert flicks onto my bundle of nerves.
It’s getting a lot harder to keep my voice silent, so I bite my lip hard, fighting to keep it discreet. They want to test my boundaries, however, and seem quite content to do everything in their power to make me scream. Alex is breathing hot air onto my neck, and it is spine shivering, electrifying and crippling all at once. I can’t resist these men.
I sink into the waves of pleasure they deliver upon me.
When Jason finally lifts his head from me and replaces his tongue with his incredible hardness, I take him in, and gasp as he thrusts within me, his solid body pushing into mine. The bed shakes from the movement, and my hands clutch the sides, and I brace myself, even as I feel Alex’s hardness jutting against my back.
Alex continues to kiss all along my neck, nibble my ear, squeeze my breasts and suck on the flesh there.
He’s clearly enjoying everything he’s doing to me. I can feel the smile of his lips upon my neck, and his teasing in the way he softly glides his fingertips over my skin, igniting the hairs there and making them rise.
I don’t want him to be left out, and I whisper that I want to taste him in my mouth, and after a short pause, he takes me up on the offer. He carefully adjusts himself as Jason continues pumping inside me, and his erection slowly enters my mouth. I lick along his shaft, marvelling at how clean it tastes, glad secretly that he’s kept himself as tidy as possible down there, which helps to elevate the experience and make it feel much more special.
He doesn’t push into me hard, he just gently sways his hips, allowing me to do the lion’s share of work upon him. I still feel Jason inside me, and I’m hyper aware and sensitive that I have this man’s most vulnerable body part between my lips. I’m as careful as I can be, licking, sucking, but not blowing, despite the initial name of the actual act in question.
Which, FYI, I’ve always found a little weird.
When Jason finishes in me, my thighs are already twitching slightly when they shift positions, so that Jason supports my back, and Alex kneels between my thighs, using his fingers at first to torment my bundle of nerves further. Jason’s already done a lot down there, stopping before the tension started coiling through my body, possibly just to keep me longing and waiting. He stops short of when he suspects the orgasm might roll out, and places his erection in me, and I’m full, happy and ecstatic to have these two men worshipping my body.
I’m a little frustrated as well. I felt the promise of climax from his finger strokes, but he took himself away before I had the chance to shudder it out. However, since I already am so close, it means it won’t take much any more to tumble me over the edge.
He thrusts within me hard and fast, and it’s within moments that he comes as well. I’m not quite there yet, but he doesn’t stop once he’s finished. When he pulls out of me, his fingers once more seek out my bundle of nerves, which is soaked by now from my arousal. My muscles immediately tense up. The first promise of what’s to come builds up from his quick, vigorous strokes, until my body can no longer take it. The bundle of nerves down there is ready, and tolerates harder pressure. I topple into a roaring orgasm at last. gasping and shuddering.
It continues to resonate through me, even as the men gently finish up their jobs, stop teasing my body and wipe themselves down.
I calm down then, and they both settle themselves at my side. All of us are fully naked. We’re all smiling like idiots.
I feel happier and content than I’ve been in a while.
And I’m cradled in their big, strong arms, warm and safe.
I wonder if we should engage in post-coital talk, but I’m also sleepy. The pressures of the day are crashing down on me now, even through the fluctuation of endorphins in my blood, sending me to a happy place in my heart.
I see the both of them are weary as well. I settle with giving each wonderful man a kiss upon their foreheads, before closing my eyes, and enjoying their arms wrapping around me, far more effective than any blanket this place can muster.
I only hope that we’ll have the time to sleep.
Chapter Five
I do drift off into sleep, but it’s not for long. A massive boom shakes the walls.
Adrenaline triggers us all awake. Oh no. We’re not sleeping now. I bolt out from between the men as they scramble to put their clothes on, and I’m slamming mine on as fast as I can as well. Civilians in the most danger will likely be flocking here, along with any fighters wounded in battle.
Once we’re dressed, we leave
the shelter, confirming our fear. The attack has started. RPG blasts have already wrecked some of the walling in the area, despite the reinforced defenses. Another grenade hurtles through the air, bouncing off a building and exploding in an empty spot, spitting up dust. Shouts and the sounds of marching boots can be heard.
“Time to go,” Alex says. He gives me a quick, fiery kiss upon the lips, and Jason does so as well, clutching me tight, leaving me breathless, with a frantically pulsating heart.
“Until we meet again.”
Don’t leave me! But of course, they have to. They must fight. They hurry off with the scattered segments of troops around the town, and the few armed locals wanting to defend their home. I have to stick to the shadows, follow other medics or troops who are not directly in the line of gunfire, and scoop up any wounded that I can find.
The place resembles a town of horrors, with the darkness constantly being lit up by flashes and explosions, and the air rife with screams. I gasp, ducking as bullets whoosh nearby, zinging off metal or burying into crumbling walls. A woman is hit in her home, and I lunge for her, but she has a fatal injury, not one I can staunch with my hands or bandages. She dies in front of me and her old grandmother, who starts wailing, before picking up her daughter’s pistol and creaking outside to shoot discriminately.
I keep blurring through the town, helping carry people into the bunker, or tending to some on the spot. I will not cause death. I refuse to carry a gun.
I approach the familiar sound of Barnes yelling for more of his men to cover the side walls – and I see three people scoot out of a house to line themselves again a wall where there seems to be a lot of firing – and there’s two soldiers already spitting their rounds back.
Barnes whirls around, spots me, and beckons me over. “You. Over here! Medic!”
Through explosions, I crouch by him and he tells me there are men injured outside of the wall – the uninjured soldiers are providing covering fire and will try to bring them in if they can get to them.
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