Black Hawk Down fanfiction

Gary/Randy, NC-17

Summary: Randy sees Gary as a Delta operator for the first time.

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It was hot in Randy’s apartment, and dark. Gary leaned on the wall next to the window, staring out at the pale moonlight on rooftops. He breathed in controlled cycles, as they were being taught in sniper training, trying not to focus on the other presence in the room with him and yet acutely aware of it.

It had been five months since the first night he’d had sex with Randy, when their relationship had fallen into place with a sweet slide he could still vividly remember.

During that time, Randy had been gone off and on, and for the last two months straight. At times it had been a difficult effort to be without him so suddenly, waking up to find he was alone in the bed. And then he would return one day and Gary’s heart would refuse to beat normally for the rest of the day.

Yet despite their frequent separations he had made progress with Randy. He no longer broke into a sweat when Randy stared at him, he could read his moods and expressions better, and these days he only felt slightly nervous during his silences.

If he could attribute his progress to any one thing, it would have to be the training. It was nothing less than those breathing techniques, those hours of lying still, that were allowing him to stay calm as he silently counted the minutes Randy had been standing in the shadows of the room, watching him.

He had no idea how long Randy had actually been there, but he had counted four minutes since he noticed him.

Intuitively, he knew Randy was doing nothing more than thinking, but it didn’t stop his heart from pounding in his chest. It didn’t stop him from feeling like he was being hunted, even though he knew fucking well if Randy came close enough he would be the one to rip into him.

He breathed shakily, feeling his nipples beading in the warm apartment. It had probably not been the best idea to remove his uniform jacket when he first came in, but the apartment had felt even hotter then, and he had used the jacket to wipe sweat off his chest and stomach while getting himself a drink from the kitchen.

The jug of energy juice presently sat empty on the dining room table and his gear bag sat somewhere on the floor where he had left them as he took a moment to enjoy the beautiful night. Due to the heat in the place, the AC not turned on, he had assumed Randy wasn’t home. It seemed he had assumed wrong.

The seconds ticked by. Gary folded his arms across his chest, pressing his lips together, feeling bad that he was desperate to break the silence and interrupt whatever thoughts Randy was deep in. This particular silence was making him more than slightly nervous.

Just then he felt rather than saw movement from near the entrance of the room and knew Randy was coming towards him. His breathing shallowed out, but he made himself remain still and not even turn to look at him.

He silently willed Randy to come stand behind him and slide his arms around his waist, to pull him close and rub against him until they were both soaked in sweat and wanting more.

But Randy only stopped on the other side of the window, leaning against the wall, facing him. Now that he was in the moonlight Gary could see that he was barefoot in jeans, with his shirt hanging open and his shirtsleeves rolled up past his elbows.

As Gary watched, he shoved his hands deep into his front pockets, dipping the front of his jeans so that extra inches of stomach hair were exposed.

Gary exhaustively imagined pushing his hand down the front of the jeans. He had tried before, and he knew his hand was too big to fit without the top button undone, but fuck if he didn’t love trying.

“You look… different in the uniform,” Randy said, his brow furrowed.

Gary half frowned in confusion. “What uniform?”

“The one you’re wearing right now.”

Gary looked down at the unbelted, unadorned black pants of their assault training uniform riding low on his hips and tucked into his black combat boots.

He realized Randy had been away when he had finished his operational training and moved into the unit proper, and had never seen him in the uniform. He also realized in passing that he had removed his pistol but hadn’t yet taken off the holster.

But how did he look different in plain black pants?

“You look bigger,” Randy said.

He pulled his hands from his pockets and pushed off the wall, taking a couple of steps to close the space between them. He looked up at Gary’s face, sliding his hands around his waist and drawing him forward the rest of the way.

“And if you get any bigger,” he muttered, “I won’t be able to fit you anywhere.”

Gary unfolded his arms, letting out a shaky breath. “I’ll make myself fit,” he whispered, stroking Randy’s shoulders.

Randy hummed and brushed his crotch against his. “Will you?” he asked languidly, skimming his fingers over the top of Gary’s pants.

Gary nodded very seriously. A slow smile pulled on one side of Randy’s mouth before he leaned forward all the way and rubbed his mouth on Gary’s throat.

Gary’s head fell back, and as Randy’s right hand tightened on his waist to support him, his left one dropped and found the leg strap securing the pistol holster to his thigh. Randy stroked it, and Gary felt Randy’s cock jerk.

“How does this feel?” Randy whispered into his neck.

Gary brought his head forward, tilting it to the side so that Randy wouldn’t stop what he was doing. Had he actually felt Randy’s cock respond to his fingers on the strap?

He feigned ignorance. “How does what feel?”

Randy’s finger wriggled as it tried to slide between his thigh and the leg strap. The strap expanded and his finger slipped in.

“It’s elasticized,” Randy moaned quietly, pressing his crotch into Gary’s.

Gary held him by the waist, pressing back. “It’s snug, isn’t it?” he whispered.

Randy made a tiny noise in his throat.

“It’s so that it stays in place with all my movements,” Gary murmured. “Like, when I flex my thigh.”

He slowly contracted his thigh muscle and felt the holster and Randy’s trapped finger press into his leg.

Randy’s teeth sank into his neck. Gary let out a loud whimper and covered Randy’s hand with his, pressing his hand harder into his thigh, pulling on the strap to tighten it.

While Randy leisurely pushed his entire hand between the strap and his thigh, he rocked his hips into Gary. “What else do you have?” he whispered urgently.

“What do you want?” Gary panted back.

Randy pulled back and looked up at him. “You,” he rasped. “I want you. As an operator.”

It took a few seconds to understand what Randy had said, and a few more to understand what he actually meant.

Randy didn’t request or plead, much less beg for anything from him, except during sex. From the get go, Gary had had vague theories as to why, but at this moment he was crystal clear on it. Both he and Randy knew that what ever insecurities, nervousness, fears or hesitations he had vanished into thin air when he was faced with the possibility of fucking Randy’s brains to mush. Then he was pure, raging confidence.

He had no idea why. It was just the way things were. And now he realized that achieving the uniform had given it concrete form for Randy, and was driving him wild.

In silence, he pushed down on Randy’s shoulders until Randy understood what he wanted and lowered himself to the floor and onto his back. He laid there and stared up at Gary in the semi darkness.

Gary knelt and pulled his gear bag towards him, unzipping it and reaching inside. He pulled out suspenders, the load-bearing kind.

“You know what I like about these ones?” Gary said quietly, moving to sit astride Randy. Randy gripped his waist as his hips came completely off the floor.

Gary settled his weight on him to push him back down, then instantly realized he would need what every operator knew was the fundamental rule of handling any given situation. Control.

Gary dropped the suspenders and slid his entire arm under Randy’s back. Without warning, he heaved as hard as he could and hauled backwards. They ended up nearly under the dining room table.

Randy stared up in shock.

Gary looked grimly down at him. “I’m going to turn us around,” he warned in a growl. Before Randy could nod he heaved to the side once, then again, and they were now facing one eighty to their former position.

Randy’s breaths were pressing out of him hard and fast, his chest heaving under his open shirt. Gary was sure it wasn’t the exertion of energy causing him to breathe like that.

“Fuck, Gary—”

Gary placed his finger on his mouth and he stopped talking. “I have work to do.”

He twisted and grabbed the gear bag and suspenders, rummaging inside until he found a roll of black duct tape and his black uniform T-shirt. He ignored the surprise in Randy’s eyes as he pulled his arms up over his head and wrapped his T-shirt around his wrists.

Then he quickly and tightly rolled duct tape around the T-shirt several times, then pulled and rolled some more around the table leg. He unzipped a side pocket of his bag and pulled out his knife sheath, unsnapping it and withdrawing the blade.

He sliced the duct tape, wrapped the spare inches around the leg of the table, and tossed the roll on the floor. He put the knife back in its sheath and dropped it on the floor.

Then he scooted down, kneeling between Randy’s legs and freeing him of his jeans and underwear in a hurry. Randy was completely hard.

Gary lost his focus, sweating in the heat and staring in a daze at Randy’s cock. It was… moisture was beading at its tip in a tiny pool.

Randy slowly tilted his hips upwards, and Gary felt himself losing the initiative. For a second he couldn’t remember what he was supposed to be doing, and caught himself bending forward to get a mouthful.

He straightened, quickly sitting back on top of Randy. He kept Randy’s cock in front of and against the bulge in his own pants, but couldn’t resist grinding a little.

“Please, please, please,” Randy wailed, tipping his head back and arching off the ground. The motion brought their crotches into full contact. “Fucking please!”

Gary’s cock throbbed a warning in his pants. “Christ, Randy,” he gritted. “I haven’t even done anything.”

“I know!”

He held up the suspenders. “Do you want me to put these on, or not?”

Randy closed his eyes and licked his lips, breathing in shuddering gasps. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

Rand’s head slowly tilted backwards on the floor. “Yes, please, Gary.”

“Okay,” Gary said, and lowered the suspenders onto his shoulders.

He had the belt for them in the bag, but since he already had on his holster’s belt he would improvise. He hooked and looped the suspender straps to the back and front of the belt.

“These suspenders don’t have any metal attachment clips, Randy,” he whispered as he worked. “You know what that means?”

Randy shook his head fast. Gary was sure he could figure it out if all his faculties were working.

“It means, no uncomfortable pressure builds up when I’m in the prone position.” He finished looping the straps in place and sat back on Randy’s thighs. “Is that fucking great or what?”

“Gary, I’m naked under you,” Randy said urgently. “Don’t fuck with me. Fuck me.”

“Not with that attitude,” Gary growled suddenly. Randy froze, staring up at him.

For a moment Gary couldn’t believe he had just done that. But he immediately regained his composure because, as a full-fledged operator, he wasn’t about to back down now. But he didn’t want to appear mean to Randy, so he bent low over him and slid his hands up Randy’s outstretched arms, caressing them.

He kissed his way back down his arms and burrowed his face into his shirt collar, pushing it aside and licking the sweat off his collar bone.

Randy whimpered warmly under him, whimpering his name, squirming. “You’re so good,” he crooned.

Gary smiled against his neck. There. He was forgiven, for sure.

He kissed up Randy’s neck, scraped his teeth over his bearded jaw. He kissed his cheekbone, then stayed there licking it. He stifled a groan, realizing this little side trip up Randy’s body was close to breaking him.

“I might actually fuck you, Randy” he whispered against his cheek, back to business. “If I did, how would you want it?”

“Grabbing on to your suspenders.”

Gary blinked in surprise, having expected him to say, hard, or something like that. Sudden momentary awareness flashed through him as he realized he really had no idea what he was doing. God help him. He needed a fucking field manual.

“I might not like that,” he lied, sitting up and twisting for the bag.

Randy shook his head frantically. “No, you will. Please just let me. You’ll like it.”

Randy must really be in a state if he couldn’t see that Gary’s cock was about to unzip his pants all by itself. Of course he would like Randy grabbing his suspenders. Jesus, he might come from it.

“Okay, but do you want what’s next, or not?”

“Yes, I do. Please, yes. I do.”

Gary pressed his lips together, turning his face away as he reached into the bag and pulled out a black hip harness with thick straps. He pretended to study it.

“The webbing on this makes it really comfortable.”

There was complete silence and he knew Randy was staring at the harness. He decided not to look at Randy, or he might lose his resolve altogether. He breathed deeply as he stood up and unbuckled his pistol holster with the leg strap Randy had loved so much, dropping it to the floor. It had served him well.

He stepped into the straps of the harness, pulling tight on the plastic buckle mechanism to get it snug.

“Tighter,” Randy growled.

Gary looked down at him.

“Please make it tighter,” Randy corrected hoarsely, his face taut with tension, gleaming with sweat.

“Why?” Gary asked softly. “You can’t feel it.”

Randy’s eyes looked like they were going to close. “But you can take it.”

Gary lowered his voice to a growl, feigning irritation. “I let you pull on my leg strap,” he pointed out. “I’m contemplating letting you pull on my suspenders. Now I’m about to tighten this just because you—”

“Thank you,” Randy breathed, understanding what Gary wanted.

Gary lowered his head and concentrated on hiding his smile while tightening the harness. “You’re welcome,” he said.

And while he was up he might as well put on his knee pads. He bent over and got them out.

“Those are so useful!” Randy suddenly wailed.

It took all of Gary’s willpower to not scream with laughter. Aw, fuck, that hurts with a hard-on!

He doubled over, trying not to look at Randy, and quickly got the pads on, pulling them snug as well.

He heard Randy whispering under his breath that he had better make sure the knee pads were tight as well.

Gary fought his smile as his heart swelled, unable to resist lowering himself to straddle Randy and give him one more little caress. It wouldn’t hurt. He slid his hands over Randy’s hip, rotating his thumbs into the hollows on each side, staring at Randy’s face as Randy turned his head to the side and slowly stretched under him.

Randy was breathing his name and Gary’s heart bumped as he, in return, silently breathed his love for him.

Then he made his hands slow down until they stopped, because his cock was still in his pants and time was against him. He didn’t have much more left in him to keep this up.

His next item, which could be so easily forgotten but were as useful as the knee pads, were his black fire resistant gloves. When he poked around for them in a side pocket he saw the small bottle of Randy’s brand of baby oil which Gary now carried around like life saving medication.

He tossed the bottle against the bag and dangled his gloves in front of Randy, thrusting his hips gently.

Please God, don’t let me come in my fucking pants and fuck this up. I’m almost done. Amen.

“Know what’s so special about these?”

Randy’s head was still turned to the side. He was gasping and sweating, rocking gently under Gary’s thrusting, and definitely not looking at the gloves.

“Don’t… know…” he panted in time to Gary’s motion.

“They’re non-slip,” Gary said thickly, watching Randy and feeling like his body was being electrocuted at low wattage. Neither of them could take much more of this. “I’m going to put them on after everything else, because the oil…”

Randy wasn’t listening.

Gary placed the gloves on the floor next to them.

“I saved you the best for last, Randy,” he mewled, not meaning to.

He pulled out an item he didn’t usually carry around but had picked up from the floor of the Black Hawk he had ridden in that afternoon, meaning to take it to the supply room tomorrow.

When he dangled the rappel line in front of Randy’s face, Randy turned and looked. His mouth dropped open and Gary saw his pulse beating at the base of his throat, in time with his.

The line was only about four feet long, but it would do for their purpose. He hooked the line to the slot at the front of his harness and extended the rope into Randy’s hands.

“Thank you,” Randy whispered in genuine gratitude, gripping it.

Gary smiled down at him, pulling on his gloves at last. All this work, and at the end, here was Randy still holding his reins. It made perfect sense to him. Gary felt around for his knife, squirming happily on top of Randy and smiling to himself.

He found the knife and sliced through the T-shirt and duct tape binding Randy’s wrists, freeing him.

Before the knife was done landing in the gear bag Randy had twisted the rappel line around his forearm and yanked himself down between Gary’s knees. He had unsnapped the buckle to the harness, popped Gary’s button and unzipped his fly before Gary knew what was happening.

Gary was already snorting laughter before he remembered what he had on underneath his uniform pants. He exclaimed and gripped both Randy’s wrists to stop him. But it was too late for that, his fly was already wide open.

Randy could quite clearly see that underneath he was wearing a pair of Randy’s army briefs.

Randy slowly looked up at him and Gary actually thought he would pass out from embarrassment. His breath caught in his chest and he just knelt there staring down at Randy with his lips pressed so hard his mouth must have turned white.

Randy didn’t seem to be breathing at all.

Gary’s breaths escaped in croaks until he finally gushed, “Randy, you’ve been gone for—!”

“Come on,” Randy gasped frantically, reaching up and gripping a suspender strap and yanking on the rappel line at the same time as he scrambled upwards. “Come on, baby. Come on!”

Gary dropped forward with him, collapsing his entire weight on him, clamping his mouth on his jaw and sucking. He pushed his hips forward, leveraged on his wonderful knee pads, grinding his crotch as Randy’s legs lifted and hooked over his thighs.

He reached down with both hands, hearing Randy’s grunt as he bore Gary’s sudden weight. Gary scrambled for the waist of the briefs, meaning to push it down and free his cock, but was instead tangling his gloved hands with one of Randy’s.

He was panting, trying to look down their bodies to see what the fuck was going on, then he felt Randy roughly force half his hand into the Y fronts of the briefs and grip Gary’s cock, unfurling it with one stroke.

Gary cried out in surprise as oil squirted on his cock and was massaged in with one long upward stroke. Randy’s slick fingers squeezed his cock into position, then immediately let go of it and hooked both thumbs into the opening of the briefs.

Gary shuddered at the sudden feel of Randy’s puckered flesh against his smooth skin, at the unexpected pleasure of being able to keep the briefs on. He blinked sweat from his eyes, swearing up a silent storm as Randy suddenly rocked his hips hard to take him in.

“Easy, Randy! Easy!” he wailed, giving up trying to seem in control.

He thrust shallowly, grabbing Randy’s arm as it came back up with the rappel line twisted in his grip. He pinned both his arms over his head, shuddering as he forced Randy to hold still. He lowered his head and slid his tongue into Randy’s mouth, lapping softly but insistently, trying to take the focus off his cock burning inside Randy.

“I can feel it,” Randy groaned into his mouth.

Gary gave Randy’s tongue a long hard suck, praying Randy would just fucking stop focusing on his cock. If he came right now he would cry.

Randy got the idea and concentrated on tasting every groove and corner of his mouth. He found himself wanting to cry after all, Randy was being so thorough. He ended up with his mouth hanging open and his breaths ripping out of him while Randy treated his mouth like property.

Finally he broke his face away and sank his cock until his balls were squashed against Randy’s ass.

Randy groaned forever while he pulled back out just as slowly. He didn’t know whether he himself was groaning, or silently savoring the heat he was forcing his cock into. When he had completed a third thrust by his count, he rose off his haunches and spread his knees wide, balancing himself.

“I love these knee pads,” he groaned helplessly.

“Baby,” Randy whimpered loudly, squirming against his trapped wrists, twisting the line in his hand. “Fuck the knee pads. Move!”

He locked his grip on Randy’s wrists with his amazing non-slip gloves and focused all his attention, all his effort, into fucking Randy’s ass, feeling the delicious tug on the rappel line. His crotch was drenched and slick but Randy pushed down against him, hardly allowing any withdrawal.

He cried out hoarsely but rose to the challenge, thrusting deep and steady. Randy’s breathing broke into endlessly deep groans as his legs rose higher and higher with each thrust until they were wrapped around Gary’s waist. They tightened, and Gary writhed, barely able to move, the line drawing taut between them.

Randy unlocked his legs and hooked them over his arms. Gary’s cock slid deep. Randy threw his head back and gurgled wildly in his throat.

Gary must have hit him somewhere good because Randy squeezed his muscles and held him tight, which was too, too perfect, and the oil was also perfect and each time Gary thrust he was performing a miracle getting his cock in there. And as soon as Gary realized that his cock pulsed hard and exploded.

He forced his eyes half open and convulsed with the added pleasure of watching Randy’s cock spurting come high onto his chest.

It seemed they went on forever.

And it took just as long to come down.

At last, he rolled off Randy and laid there panting at the ceiling, unable to move too far because Randy still gripped his rappel line.

Gary tugged weakly on the rope. “Don’t ever tell anyone you had your girlfriend dress up as a Delta operator and fuck you in the ass.”

There was absolute silence for nearly ten seconds, then Randy exploded with laughter. He gasped hard, trying to catch his breath, choking and coughing for nearly a minute. “I can’t believe you just said that!”

Gary turned and buried his burning face into Randy’s neck. “Fuck,” he gasped quietly. “Neither can I.”

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