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As always, Jones was impossibly aroused. It wasn't his fault, really, his mind had been wandering and he had started thinking of his dear Sergeant, and what rather disgusting things he wanted him to do. Just those small thoughts, and he was already pitching a tent in his pants. He could just go and rub one out like usual, but this wasn't the usual kind of horny. This was the kind of horny that could only be resolved by another man, preferably by drilling Jones in the ass, but a good thorough blowjob would do just fine.
The problem was, His usual first pick was still at his stupid meeting, and Gunner was away on some higher-profile mission. God knows how anyone let him come along, but his higher rank seemed to cancel out the fact that he was constantly wasting ammo just for the thrill of shooting as many things as possible. He'd go to Jagg, but that guy was always a bit mysterious. When they had sex, it was usually because Jagg had tracked him down, not because Jones had gone looking for him. He needed someone to take his frustrations out on, and he thought through his available options. Cage would just spout some vague threat and scare Jones off, Marlon would rather die and would probably set Cage on him, and Landers.. Of course, Landers! The wimpy little bastard that was covered in so many bandages that he looked like a mummy. That part was in fact Jones's fault, a result of having so many burn scars from when Jones threw a small grenade into his trench, later insisting that it was just a lighthearted prank. Landers was more than a little scared of Jones for both valid and paranoid reasons, but he didn't refuse his advances all that often, although he didn't seem to like him much. Jones didn't really care. The only person who was important in his head right now was himself.
Now that his mind was set on getting to Landers, he went straight to the barracks. Poking his head in, he saw that Landers was alone, lucky for him. He wouldn't mind an audience, but the absence of Cage meant that he wouldn't be harmed in the process of what he wanted to do. He was laying on his bunk, the one above Jones's, staring at the ceiling. He still had most of his uniform on but no shirt, which made Jones's job easier. Less to take off, he thought. He strutted through the doorway, making Landers look up, jumping as a look of fear quickly entered his wide, permanently twitching left eye. Sometimes it was the only unbandaged part of his face, but right now, his mouth was uncovered too. Jones would have ripped the bandages off of there if there were any though, he wanted to hear that man whine under him like the stupid little animal he was.
Landers swallowed nervously, his eyes going right to the slight tent in Jones's pants, knowing he was horny as usual. He scratched at the back of his neck as he spoke up nervously, his eyes darting around in an attempt to look at anything else. "Y-You're, uhm.. back to the barracks earlier than usual, Jones. Why can't you just go and see Kenton?"
Jones smirked, stepping closer to Landers' bed and reaching down to grab himself through his pants. "Oh, trust me, I would. He's at a meeting right now, though. I'd have wanted to help him under the table during it, but I don't want him gettin' booted from the army altogether. Then it'd be no fun here.."
"Jones... please, I'm not blowing you right now. I-If I do, I'll bet you that a government drone will come and take me out while I'm distracted! Promise I'll do it tomorrow"
Ah, Landers and his baseless conspiracies. Jones tossed his hat onto his own bed and climbed up the short ladder on the side of the bunk, getting close enough to reach out and poke Landers in the side of his thigh. "When did I say I'd make you do that? Is that what you're thinkin' about right now, huh? First thing that came to mind?"
"N-No, I- Well, I mean-"
"Save it, schizo, I know what you're lookin' for. You're wantin' it just as bad as me, aintcha? C'mon, let's have a little fun while the others are still gone."
"I-I dunno.. I mean, I'm not saying I don't want to of course, but.."
Jones rolled his eyes, laying down on the bed right next to Landers. He lifted his hand and started to touch Landers' bare, half-bandaged chest, stroking over it with his hand and teasing his exposed nipple between his thumb and index finger. He leaned in closer to Landers' ear, pressing his erection against the other man's leg. "Hungry, Landers, 'm hungry. Need to take a bite out of you.."
He moved a little closer so that he could remove his hand from Landers' chest, replacing it with his tongue. The unburnt parts of his skin were smooth with only thin body hair on them, a combination of weak genetics and grenade damage. He licked at Landers' pecs, maintaining eye contact as he started to grope at his still-clothed crotch. Landers let out a strained whimper, trying to avoid Jones's alluring gaze. It was turning him on, but he didn't want to give Jones the satisfaction of getting easy sex from him. The man didn't need another boost to his already insufferable ego. He put a hand on Jones's face, pushing his mouth away from his chest. "Gah.. get off me, damn it! Why don't you just go and jack off like normal?"
Jones raised an eyebrow, not that it was visible under the bandage around his forehead. It was unlike Landers to stand up for himself like that, but Jones knew how to sway him. "No, no, it won't be enough for me, Landers. I need a man to take care 'a me, and you're lookin' so good today.."
Landers stopped pushing Jones back, his hand dropping. He looked.. good today? Did Jones really think that? "I-I am?"
Jones tried to hide his grin. It worked like a charm every time, Landers' sense of self-worth was so low that even a simple compliment was enough to get in his pants. "Uh huh.. I'll even let you get a piece of my ass this time, how's that sound?"
Landers couldn't help but let out a small gasp at the mere thought of Jones allowing that. He had only let Landers inside him once, in their earlier military days, and he'd been craving it ever since. Jones knew this, and would always tease Landers about it when they had any sort of sexual contact, going on about how he knew Landers wanted his ass instead.. and now he was just offering it up like it was nothing? For free? "A.. A-And there's.. no catch? You promise?"
"No catch, Landers. Just get your dick out for me, let me take a real good look at what I'm workin' with."
Shit, of course there was a catch. It was the main thing that Jones made fun of him for- The fact that his dick was well over twice the size of Landers'. The worst part was, what was he even supposed to say in return? 'No it's not'? Jones had looked at his dick plenty of times before at the urinals. 'It's a grower not a shower'? That didn't work either, Jones had certainly seen him hard before. He played with the bandages at his neck nervously, his hand gingerly reaching down to the buttons of his pants. He paused, his voice quieting. "Y-You're sure about this?"
"What's the hold up, you shy? D'ya want my ass or not? Get that dick out or it's not happening."
"Yes, Jones..."
He undid the button fly of his pants, just enough to reach in and pull his cock out, which was already hard from all of Jones's teasing. Jones gave a low chuckle, leaning in close to it, close enough so that Landers would be able to feel his breath. He opened his mouth like he was about to suck it, but then pulled his head back, sitting up and straddling Landers' waist. He took a moment to get his own erection out, grinning smugly as he lined it up next to Landers'. "Whoo, look at that! Have you gotten smaller since last time I saw you? Maybe it's just a trick of the light.."
Landers' face went red, mostly from embarrassment but also from the feeling of Jones's hard cock touching his. "I-It's.. not that small."
"Not that small? I must be hung as a horse then, if that's average. How d'ya expect to please anyone with that thing, huh? Bet that's why you only get action from me, ain't a woman in the world that's preferrin' that over somethin' like mine."
"Y-You don't even like women."
Jones rolled his eyes again, moving his hips just enough to slowly rub against Landers' cock. "Yeh, but I'd still fuck 'em. A woman'd be blessed to get this dick, and I just so happen to be a charitable guy. Kenton says if I'm good we can share a hooker in his office. Ain't that a pretty picture in your head?"
Letting out a groan, Landers' eye half-closed as the image of his fellow soldiers like that filled his mind. What would those two even do with a hooker anyway? Make her watch them? Or maybe Jones would fuck her while blowing Kenton.. Maybe Kenton would even get her and Jones to blow him together..
"F-Fuckk.."
Landers let out a shameful whine. All of that fantasizing while Jones rubbed their cocks together was getting him way too close already, and he was starting to tremble. Jones noticed straight away, letting out a bark of laughter. "Shit, you really are that worthless! Already gettin' that worked up over imaginin' me with other men, huh? That's pretty pathetic.."
"Ah.. N-No.. please, Jones.."
"Fine, fine. But only 'cause you're makin' me laugh, so I'm in a good mood."
He stopped grinding against Landers, sitting up and getting his pants fully down along with his boxers. He reached down into one of the pockets on his unbuckled belt, retrieving a small, half-empty bottle of lube that he had started carrying on him a few days ago for convenience's sake. He squeezed out a small amount, remarking that he 'was barely gonna need any', then tossed it to the side.
Jones turned around briefly to show himself off as he lubricated his own ass, almost giggling to himself as he heard Landers whimper again at the sight. His fingers slowly circled his rim, then slid inside, working in and out while slowly parting to spread himself wider. "You better 'preciate the show, 'cause if this don't feel good enough, you ain't seein' my ass again."
"I'll try.."
"Aww, don't you worry. I'll do all the work for you."
Turning back around to face Landers again, Jones shook his hips for a second just to tease him further before finally sinking down, barely reacting as he felt Landers' less than sizable cock slide into him. He started to move up and down, looking right at Landers as he did so as if to intimidate him. It appeared to work, too, as Landers gulped nervously while his hands tightened into fists in the sheets. Jones leaned down so that he knew Landers could hear him as he continued to ride. "Fuck, it really is nothin', at least compared to Gunner's, or my favourite Sergeant-Major's.. They hit deep, y'know? Get right up there an' hit the spot, no effort, but with you I've really gotta get my hips rockin' for you to get even halfway.."
Landers reached up to grab Jones's hips in an attempt to get deeper, really not wanting to lose the chance at getting to see Jones's ass more often. He struggled a bit with speaking, his mind overrun with both shame and pleasure. "Ah.. Sorry, Jones.."
Jones just laughed, retrieving his cigarettes and lighter from his belt, which was attached to the pants that hung down just above his knees. "No amount of 'sorry' is gonna make you grow some inches."
It took a couple tries for him to get his old lighter to flick on, taking a cigarette and lighting the end, placing it in his mouth and inhaling deeply, somehow managing not to choke as he kept moving. He took a moment before breathing out, blowing the smoke directly in Landers' face. Landers whined, coughing as he turned his head away. "Guh.. can you not? I-I mean, please, Jones.."
"Awh, you're such a pussy. It's just smoke, Landers."
"D-Didn't you want me to perform well? I can't concentrate if you do that. P-Plus, you don't know what the high government is putting in those!"
"Quit complainin'. I let you have my ass and you're gonna enjoy it. Give you somethin' to complain about.."
He pressed the cigarette to Landers' collarbone, twisting it around to snuff it out, delighting in the way Landers' face instantly contorted in pain, a strained yelp leaving his lips. He pulled it away, tossing it off the edge of the bunk before moving his head down, licking the fresh wound, making Landers whimper. Oh, how he reveled in making this poor man suffer.
But, Landers was not exactly suffering. Sure, it hurt like a bitch, but that jolt of white-hot pain combined with the feeling of Jones riding him at a steady rhythm pushed him to the brink. After just one more movement from Jones, he couldn't take it anymore and came with a pathetic, whiny moan as his body relaxed, almost going fully limp from how tense he'd just been.
A soft groan passed Jones's lips as Landers came inside him, slowly dismounting from the now dazed and overwhelmed man. He took a second to collect himself before that smug grin returned to his face. He slapped the side of Landers' softening cock, making the other man jolt a little, then started to tease him again as he got up, descending the ladder with his pants still halfway down. "That was real quick, huh? You really went down that fast, and from what? Havin' a cigarette put out on ya? Can't say I'm impressed.. You won't be seein' my ass for some time, if ever again."
Landers just whined, going back to staring at the ceiling as Jones went into the barracks toilets, presumably to clean himself out.
After some time, Jones eventually returned, his pants and belt now done up, and a refreshed sense of hunger in his eyes. He didn't seem to care that it looked like his erection was about to split the crotch of his pants in half, he was dead set on getting his fill, since Landers had been unable to fully satisfy him. He looked up to where the man laid exhausted on the bed, crossing his arms. "Get up, you neurotic excuse of a man. You're gonna come with me, and I'll show you how a real man takes care of me."