The Recruits

Brad Patton strides back into the dim-lit quarters, his eyes locked on Breck Stewart, the superior officer who commands respect—and something far more primal. Breck stands tall, uniform crisp, but Brad sees the flicker of anticipation in those steely eyes. No words pass between them. Brad closes the distance in three deliberate steps, grabs Breck by the collar, and yanks him forward. Their mouths crash together, hot and demanding, tongues battling for dominance. Brad's hands roam, unbuttoning Breck's shirt with rough urgency, exposing the hard planes of his chest. He shoves Breck against the wall, the thud echoing like a promise. Breck growls low, but yields, his body arching into Brad's touch. Brad drops to his knees, unzipping Breck's pants with practiced ease. His cock springs free, thick and pulsing, and Brad takes it in hand, stroking once, twice, before swallowing it deep. Breck's fingers tangle in Brad's hair, hips bucking as Brad works him with expert suction, tongue swirling around the head, teasing the slit. Saliva drips, slick and messy. Brad rises, shedding his own clothes in a frenzy, his erection straining against the fabric until it's free. He spins Breck around, pressing him face-first to the wall, and slicks his fingers with spit. One probes Breck's tight entrance, then two, stretching him open with insistent thrusts. Breck moans, pushing back, begging without words. Brad positions himself, the blunt head of his cock nudging in. He thrusts forward, burying deep in one savage motion. Breck cries out, the sound raw and electric. Brad sets a brutal rhythm, pounding into him, skin slapping skin, each drive hitting that sweet spot that makes Breck's knees buckle. Sweat slicks their bodies; Brad's hand wraps around Breck's cock, jerking in time with his hips. The room fills with their grunts, the wet sounds of flesh meeting flesh. Breck comes first, spilling over Brad's fist with a shuddering gasp. Brad follows, flooding him hot and deep, marking his superior in the most unforgettable way. They collapse together, spent, the air thick with the scent of sex and surrender.