Black Hawk Down fanfiction

Gary/Randy, Gary/Hoot/Randy, NC-17

Summary: A hunting expedition elicits a kind offer from one of the Black Hawk pilots, which leads to a cookout, which leads to all sorts of things.

“Close Shave” by Stewardess

“Quick Defense” by Persephone

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Close Shave I

“Need a new part in your hair, Norman?”

Hoot deliberately brought his cigarillo the rest of the way up to his mouth and took a drag before he turned to look at Randy.

Randy knelt next to him and leaned in close. “I understand there isn’t room to fart sideways in the birds. But in my book that’s no excuse to play grab ass.”

Hoot flicked the butt of his cigarillo onto the hard packed dirt. “What if I wasn’t playing?”

Randy pushed the tip of his index finger hard into Hoot’s chest, then lowered the hammer of his thumb.

Close Shave II

Hoot had been asleep for only moments when Randy’s voice hissed into his ear.

“What did I tell you earlier?”

“I forget.” Hoot shifted on his cot, wondering just how far Randy would go. Which was a suicidal curiosity. This was Randy.

“He doesn’t touch his toes for anyone, Gibson.”

Hoot grinned in the dark. “I know.” A hard fingertip jabbed him in the chest. “I’ve heard.”

The fingertip touched the center of Hoot’s forehead.

He wouldn’t. He wouldn’t. He would.

When Hoot felt Randy’s sudden absence in the dark next to him, he pulled his pillow over his head.

Close Shave III

On his way to the shower tent, Gary spotted Hoot returning. When they were abreast of each other, he cackled and slapped Hoot hard on the ass.

Hoot did not break stride as he continued towards the hangar, his eyes on his refuge.

Walking backwards, Gary paced him. “Hoot? You missed a spot. Maybe you need a hand.”

Hoot finally stopped walking and turned to look at him. “I don’t.”

Gary grinned, sure of himself as always. “Something other than a hand?”

Hoot quickly shook his head.

Unexpectedly, Gary started laughing. “Oh shit. Oh shit.”

Hoot flushed a sheepish red.

Quick Defense I

Randy adjusted the scope on his rifle in patient increments.

His wasn’t one of these modern weapons that didn’t give effective results. His was a Vietnam era M-14 rifle, and when he pulled the trigger and sent that bullet on its way, his target dropped and stayed the fuck down.

He found his zero and zoomed in on Hoot striding towards the hangar, pretending not to see Gary walking backwards beside him.

As he watched, Hoot stopped and said something to Gary and Gary grinned. Randy magnified Hoot’s face in time to see him blush.

He lowered the rifle and rolled onto his back. He scrubbed his fingers through his day old beard, concluding once and for all that while Gary could be a flirt, nobody told Hoot he had to do anything about it.

He had said as much to Hoot, and he didn’t like to talk too much. If he said something once, he ran out of ways to rephrase himself.

He went back to his cot and pulled out his ruck. He didn’t need anything complicated, just some disinfectant, cotton, and gauze. It was only going to be a graze, anyway.

And while Hoot might be too pissed to let him dress the wound after he inflicted it, the least he could do was be prepared to offer assistance.

A group of Rangers shuffled en mass into Delta’s area and congregated around Hoot’s cot, shoving and pushing at each other as they waited for Hoot to arrive.

As soon as Hoot appeared they begged for M-16 training, and Hoot, after sliding his eyes up and down Randy’s seated figure, turned wordlessly and began leading them outside.

Another Ranger galloped up to the group and threw his arm over Ed Yurek’s shoulder, falling into stride with the group. Hoot glanced over his shoulder, then quickly faced forward.

Randy stopped what he was doing and watched the group exit the hangar.

The change in Hoot’s demeanor had been like nothing more than a slight shift in the wind. But if anyone could note a shift in the wind, it was Randy.

He suddenly realized he had just witnessed something that could devastate Hoot even more than killing him.

Randy reached back into his ruck for his bottle of sunblock lotion and followed the group outside.

He sat on a water barrel and watched Hoot tutor the Rangers until he felt a poke in his side. He turned to find Gary grinning at him with his tongue hanging out.

He resisted shaking his head. He couldn’t take Gary anywhere without having to save Gary from himself.

As Gary leaned his hip against the barrel, Randy turned back to the Rangers, caught Ed’s eyes, and beckoned to him. As expected, the new Ranger trotted alongside.

Randy held out the bottle of sunblock and Ed took it.

“Gee, thanks, Sergeant.” Ed squinted at the bottle. “What’s it for? We got our shirts on.”

“Take them off,” Randy said. “Right now you need the sun block more than you need your shirts. Or you’ll get skin cancer.”

It was bullshit, but with Rangers you only had to sound commanding.

The new Ranger shrugged his slender shoulders and yanked off his brown T-shirt. Ed immediately set to work squirting a trail of lotion along his shoulder blades.

The kid slowly wriggled his torso, then held his upturned palms behind his head for Ed to squirt more lotion on.

He smoothed his hands over his pecs and down his stomach, dipped his hands into his camos, up and then down again, crossing his arms over his chest to run his hands up his neck.

“It feels so good,” he gasped.

Randy had to admit he was impressed. If he was into pretty young nymphs, he would have manipulated the war itself for a chance at this one.

Or, he would just have the same expression Hoot had on his face at the moment.

“What’s your name?” Randy asked the Ranger.

“Private. Todd Blackburn. Sir!”

“At ease, Todd. Is this your first time in combat?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Noted. Well you’re on the right track, falling in with Hoot,” Randy said in a grave tone. “Stick very, very close to him. Hoot likes nothing better than having nubile protégés. Here, don’t leave your T-shirt on the ground, I’ll hold onto it while you get yourself squared away.”

As Todd handed him the T-shirt, Randy looked over both Rangers’ shoulders until he could see Hoot less then twenty feet away.

“Raise your arms,” Randy said to Todd. “Ed, you need to cover all those areas under there. Do a thorough job, son.”

In his peripheral vision, he saw Todd’s arms lift and reach defenselessly for the sky.

Hoot stood stock still, his brow pinched in a frown as if he couldn’t understand where the pain was coming from.

He handed over the automatic weapon he was holding to one of the Rangers and broke away from their group.

“Where’re you going, Hoot?” Randy asked as Hoot stalked past them.

“Got a goddamned load to take care of, y’asshole.”

Blackburn snapped to attention. “Sir! Do you need a hand, sir!”

Atta boy.

Hoot neither broke stride nor responded.

“Go on and help him out,” Randy said to Todd, who immediately took off at a canter.

Ed threw his hands into the air. “Well, geez, who’s gonna do me, then?”

Randy turned and stared at Ed, and Ed quickly moved away.

Gary was shaking with laughter beside him.

“So you have been paying attention. I wasn’t sure.”

Randy bunched up Todd’s T-shirt, a tiny smile pulling at the corner of his mouth.

“Babe,” he whispered for Gary’s ears only. “You couldn’t be a bigger cocktease if you tried.”

He got off the barrel and went inside to sit at their chess table. Gary showed up a few seconds later, popping a can of soda and smirking at him.

Close Shave IV

Hoot hurried out of the latrine. He had come way too close to licking the sunblock off of Blackburn.

He wasn’t surprised to see Randy watching for his exit.

“He’s still in there,” Hoot gritted out.

Randy smiled slowly. “Just your type, Gibson.”

Hoot’s dread of a bullet whistling past his ear abruptly vanished. He stalked up to Randy and loomed over him. “You mean small, dark, and pretty?”

Randy’s smile went crooked.

Hoot kissed Randy hard, thrusting his tongue into his mouth and squeezing his ass with both hands, until over Randy’s shoulder he saw Gary loping towards them.

Quick Defense II: Attack of the Threesome

Randy didn’t realize Gary was there and had shoved open the door to the latrines until Hoot stumbled backwards through it, dragging him along.

All three of them abruptly went into silent mode and moved swiftly to the other end of the stalls.

Randy stopped in front of the one closed stall. “Todd.”

No answer.

“Todd, it’s me, Randy.”

“Y-yes, sergeant?”

“I need a favor from you. Come on out.”

The door creaked open and Blackburn slowly came out. He was flushed.

“I need you to go stand at the entrance. If anyone tries to enter, tell them Delta is busy in here.”

Todd looked around and saw no one but Randy. “Doing what, sergeant? What if they ask?”

“Delta’s work is classified.”

“Yes sir!”

When he rounded the last stall he found Hoot grinding head to foot against Gary with his camos down around his thighs and Gary’s hand buried between his ass.

Randy grabbed Gary by the arm. “If you fuck him, I’ll kill him.”

Gary reached out and curled his arm around Randy, pulling him flush against their bodies. Randy lowered to his knees under Gary’s firm hand and opened his mouth when Hoot’s cock suddenly appeared before his eyes.

He could only get a third of it in, but he used his teeth and gloated silently when Hoot swore at him yet tried to shove the rest of it down his throat.

Gary switched around and got behind Hoot, his hand coming to the rescue, fisting hard on Hoot’s cock and pulling his hips backwards.

Randy stood up and bore his gaze into Gary’s eyes. Gary already had Hoot bent over with his hands on the wall, chewing his way across Hoot’s back. Gary eyed him back.

Gary reached past Hoot’s body, grabbed Randy, turned him around and pushed him into the wall.

Both Gary’s and Hoot’s hands were at his zipper and Randy could only hiss a string of obscenities as he shoved his pants down and bent forward. Gary’s hands scrambled into his pants, no doubt looking for his underwear.

Randy pulled his army briefs halfway back up his thighs. “Don’t fucking do this if you don’t have condoms, Gibson.”

“Is he always this much of an asshole, Gary?”

“Fuck him and watch him fall apart.”

Hoot’s cock wasn’t going to go in all the way, but it didn’t need to. Randy locked his elbows and pushed backwards. Hoot gripped his ass so hard he had to have left marks, then pushed halfway up his ass in one slow thrust.

He would have survived it except that Gary’s breath suddenly gusted in his ear, his teeth scraping roughly before fastening on his lobe. “Fuck!” Randy screamed, and climaxed.

Gary’s hand around his cock slicked fast, and Randy shot all over the wall until he fell against it.

Hoot collapsed on top of him, knocking the air out of him. He felt Gary’s hands running all over Hoot’s thighs, his gasps ruffling Randy’s hair before he straightened and gripped Hoot by the shoulders.

Gary made it hard and fast and almost teeth rattling, and Randy could only groan with need into the hard wall, sure he was going to get hard again.

“God damn,” Hoot croaked languidly, rocking against him. Hoot pressed harder into him and began spurting, fucking in shallow thrusts.

When he heard Gary moaning and crying out his name, Randy closed his eyes and decided he wouldn’t kill Hoot for this one after all.

Both Gary and Hoot drained themselves and collapsed forward without giving a shit that Randy was going to get crushed under them.

Randy shoved free and slid to the floor, struggling to control his breathing.

For a moment he watched them both strip off their condoms, then he pushed away from the wall to leave the latrines.

Gary grabbed him and kissed his mouth, panting and sucking on his tongue. He broke the kiss, kissed Gary’s cheek, and exited the place.

“Thanks, kid,” he said hoarsely to Todd as he passed him.

A few seconds later he heard Gary stumble out and head for the rear hangar doors and presumably, the beach.

He didn’t hang around to find out what, if anything, Hoot was going to explain to the kid.

Close Shave V

Todd paced in a tight circle in front of the door to the latrine. He didn’t have his T-shirt on; did the shorter Delta sergeant, Shughart, the sniper with the intense eyes, still have it? If Captain Steele saw him without it, he’d be in a shitload of trouble.

But when the two Delta snipers left the latrine, Todd forgot to ask for his shirt back and stayed uncertainly by the entrance. Was he supposed to wait for Hoot to leave as well?

He stepped inside and looked around.

Earlier, he had followed Hoot into the latrine, completely confused about what he was supposed to be doing there, but trying not to show it. Since arriving in the Mog, he hadn’t the faintest idea of what was going on. Everyone else had been there for six weeks. He had been there for two days.

His thoughts were interrupted when he heard a toilet flush, a stall door bang, and Hoot finally appeared.

Had the Delta sergeants been fighting? There had been a lot of tension between them earlier, especially between Sergeant Shughart and Hoot.

But Hoot did not appear to have a tense bone in his body right now. He walked up to a sink, pulled his T-shirt off, turned on the water, and tried to stick his head under the faucet. Water spurted in all directions and Hoot straightened up. He seemed to become aware that Todd was there for the first time.

Todd tried to smile conspiratorially, but his face wouldn’t work.

When he had been alone with Hoot in the latrine earlier, Hoot had started telling him about the importance of sunblock: how he had learned, especially in Iraq, that a soldier had to have sunblock with him at all times. That in most parts of the world it was simply impossible to get sunblock. And if you did manage to find some, it would be five years old and absolutely useless.

Todd had nodded his head and had tried to keep his mind focused on what Hoot had been saying, but then Hoot had removed his T-shirt and splashed cold water on himself, rubbing it in with his hands. He’d seen Hoot half dressed the night before and thought he was imagining things. No one could look that good. With the obscene pecs just inches from him, he thought he might lose it completely.

Then Hoot had abruptly pulled his T-shirt back on and left without saying a word. Todd had dashed into a stall and pulled his fatigues down. His hands had still been slippery with sunblock. He didn’t know much about skin cancer prevention but he was rapidly finding out one thing sunblock was good for.

He hadn’t had time to finish jacking off when Sergeant Shughart had interrupted him.

Now he was back where he had been what seemed like hours earlier: staring at Hoot’s bare chest and feeling that the front of his fatigues were going to rip open from the strain.

“Anyone come in?” Hoot asked.

Todd shook his head.

“Thanks, Todd,” Hoot said.

Todd smiled with pride that Hoot hadn’t called him Private or Blackburn or Hey You, but by his first name as if he were an operator himself.

But he could see that all of Hoot’s tension, maybe more, had come back.

His uncertainty quadrupled. He had no doubt some of the guys had been making fun of him. Because of his age. Because he was so fucking earnest. He had really wanted to be here, and he still did, even though it wasn’t at all what he had expected it to be. It was a thousand times better and a thousand times worse.

He didn’t care too much if the other Rangers laughed at him. Sooner or later some other new guy would show up and he’d be off the hook.

But the idea that maybe Delta had been making fun of him, putting him on bullshit guard duty in the latrine when they were just taking a crap or something, was too much.

He couldn’t ask Hoot outright if they had been playing a trick on him.

“Was it important?” Todd asked.

“It wasn’t important,” Hoot said. “But it was necessary.”

Todd was relieved. Hoot’s voice was too serious for them to have been making fun of him.

Unless Hoot was making fun of him right now.

“I thought it might be some kind of joke.” On me. “On me.” Fuck. He had said it.

Hoot looked shocked. “Hell, no! It was a joke on me.”

Todd was so surprised he simply stared. At Hoot’s chest.

And now Hoot was smiling conspiratorially at him.

Todd realized he was smiling back and nodding his head.

He had no fucking idea what was happening.

“Gordy and Shug think it’s funny when I like somebody,” Hoot said. He reached into a front pocket of Todd’s fatigues and groped around.

Todd suppressed a gasp. It took him a moment to realize that Hoot was now holding something in his hand, something he had taken out of Todd’s pocket. It was Todd’s hand exerciser.

It had to be his imagination that Hoot’s hand had been in his pocket way too long.

“Want to know what Delta uses these for?” Hoot said.

Todd nodded his head, stumbling when Hoot grabbed the front of his T-shirt and dragged him into a stall. He obediently opened his mouth when Hoot’s fingers pressed on his lips and eased the rubber-covered metal spring between his teeth.

“Bite on that,” Hoot said. His expression had gone beyond conspiratorial into a category that Todd had never seen.

Hoot grabbed Todd around the hips and hauled him up until he was standing on the toilet, then he unzipped Todd’s pants.

Todd thought he might fall straight over and bounce off the side of the stall. He grabbed Hoot’s hair to steady himself as Hoot swallowed his cock.

Had Hoot just said that he liked him?

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