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He doesn’t think it will ever happen again, he tells himself he doesn’t want it to, but, of course, like most things he tells himself, it’s a lie. One that drills itself deep into his mind and won’t leave until he’s practically losing his mind to get into the Colonel’s grasp again.
He won’t admit it, but the guy is the best he’s ever had. His cock is perfect, thick and long, and can fill him up like nothing he’s ever had. It shouldn’t have that effect of him, but Jake can’t help the way he sounds when he’s being pulled back onto the older man’s cock, moaning out ‘sir’ over and over again.
And yet, here he was, in the same situation he was trying his hardest to avoid, to tell himself he didn’t want. Deep down he knew he was just trying to cover his own ass.
Jake was on all fours much like their last time together, ass high in the air as the Colonel ate him out, his tongue lapping at his hole over and over again. They’d been at this for a while now, Jake trying his best to cover up his noises while Miles threw mocking taunts at him, trying to push his boundaries more and more.
He wanted to see Jake break, wanted to see him broken and desperate to please anyone that gave him so much as a second glance. Miles smiled. He should bring him back to the others, pass him around amongst the boys at base, maybe then he’d become less defiant. The older man couldn’t complain though, he’d always liked to fight for what he got, it didn’t seem fair otherwise.
The Colonel could see it now, a traitorous slut back at base to warm the guys’ cocks, never getting a break as he’s pushed from one man to the next, over eager to milk their cocks as they split him open. Fuck. Now he really wants to see it. The younger man would never agree to it though. He has family and friends here, and despite what he wanted to think, he knew the other man wouldn’t leave it all behind for a bit of pleasure.
Although...wasn’t that what he was doing with Quaritch?
Miles smirked against Jake’s skin, waiting a moment for Jake to realise before he dipped his tongue inside him again, pulling whimper after whimper from the other man.
“You’re fucking pathetic, Sully, you know that!? I could fuck a hundred other Na’vi women and they wouldn’t sound nearly as slutty as you do”, he spat, pulling away from the other man for a moment. He moved around to face him, looking Jake in the eyes.
The younger man didn’t meet his gaze, seemingly too embarrassed to do so. Maybe it was because Jake knew Quaritch was right, maybe not, but the other man didn’t care. All he wanted to see was the look on the poor bastard’s face when he realised it.
The Colonel reached for Jake’s tail, stroking his fingers along it and making the man whimper. “Sensitive spot, huh?”, Miles asked even though he already knew the answer. He had a tail of his own, after all, but there was no way in hell he’d ever let Jake take advantage of that.
“Think you could come just from this, sweetheart?”
Jake shook his head, and Quaritch didn’t doubt him. The man was overly sensitive, sure, but even Miles knew it wouldn’t be enough to get him there. Poor fucking traitor.
Whining, Jake lowered his forehead to the ground with an audible thump. Clearly he was going to resort to the attention seeking plan since things weren’t going his way. Hmm.
Miles thinks he should play along.
He moves behind Jake again before pulling him into his lap. “Need somethin’ from me, Sully?”, he asks, his tone sickeningly sweet in the other man’s ear just to piss him off a little more. “Fuck. Off”, was Jake’s only response, but he soon pulled the older man closer, regretting his actions immediately. It was like dealing with a moody teenager. Miles chuckled.
“I can’t read your mind, sweetheart, c’mon, what is it?”, he tried again, only to get a hiss as another response.
Fine. If Jake didn’t want to tell him, then Quaritch would just make him do all the work himself. He could save his fucking embarrassment.
Miles pushed Jake from his lap, eliciting a grunt from the other man. “What the f—”
“Do it yourself”, the Colonel cut him off, leaving the younger man wide-eyed as he stared back at Miles, now wondering what he was up to.
“Quaritch, what—”
“If you’re not going to tell me what you want then you can take it yourself. Ride me”, he orders, his tone firm, and he can’t help the noise he lets out when he sees precum drool from the tip of Jake’s cock. Fuck that boy was pretty.
Jake nods this time, a newfound determination setting in as he moves to straddle the older man’s hips.
“Turn the other way. I want to play with your tail”, Quaritch says, and Jake sighs as he turns around just to please the man in front of him, his sigh soon turning into a whine when he feels one of the Colonel’s large hands stroke along his tail. “F-fuck...”, he curses, pushing back slightly against his hand.
“So fucking pretty”, Miles praises, earning another whimper from the man before he finally moves, sinking down on Miles’ cock in one fluid motion. A string of curses fall from Jake’s lips when he begins to set a pace, pulling himself off of the Colonel’s cock before slamming back down again.
Miles used his free hand to grab Jake’s braid, gripping it tightly before pulling sharply, making Jake gasp. His thighs were burning, shaking violently as he fought through the intense feeling in order to reach his orgasm. To anyone else he would have looked desperate, needy even, but that’s not what this was. It was just a good fuck. Yeah, that’s all it was.
Quaritch cursed under his breath when he felt his orgasm nearing, the tight heat around him close to pushing him over the edge. “C’mon, boy, that’s it...fuck—”
Miles came a moment later, filling Jake up as the younger man mewled, struggling to keep his pace as his body shook. Jake came not long after, his cum spurting from his cock, covering the ground as well as Quaritch’s legs.
The older man watched on silently, not moving until he was certain that Jake’s orgasm was thoroughly over. When he was sure that it was, he grabbed Jake by the hips and lifted him off his cock, groaning at the loss of contact.
Jake turned to face him a moment later. Miles chuckled. “I thought you said we couldn’t do this again, Sully”, it was more of a statement than a question, yet it was something that Miles was more than a little curious about. Jake’s gaze moved to meet Miles’ own, a serious expression replacing his once fucked out one. “And I meant it”, he answered trying to seem a little more confident than he actually felt. The Colonel had caught him off guard again, and he wasn’t sure how to handle it.
Quaritch only laughed in his face, a deep mocking sound that rose from his chest, and Jake frowned. “What?”, he asked, already knowing that the older man was going to have a response for everything he said.
“What do call this then?”, Miles asked, a smirk tugging at his lips, “cause it looks to me like some traitor slut is tryin’ to tell me that he doesn’t want my cock. And we both know that’s not true, don’t we?” He didn’t know how Jake was going to answer that other than by being straight forward, but he was looking forward to finding out.
“I-I...um—that’s not what this is!”
“Oh, really? Cause I think that’s exactly what this is, and you know it too, Sully. Don’t try to play innocent now.”
Jake let out a frustrated growl. “Fuck! This can’t happen again, okay! I mean it this time”, Jake tried, although Quaritch was quick to call his bluff. “Yeah, you keep telling yourself that, boy. Just let me know the next time you wanna have some fun and I’ll bring you back to the boys at base”, the older man said, making Jake turn away.
The younger man made his move to walk away, but Miles gripped his wrist, unwilling to let go. He gave Jake a wide grin, showing off his own fangs, making a shiver run down Jake’s spine.
“See you soon, sweetheart.”