That was definitely not how he had imagined this particular sortie. They were actually out to gather information, since the captain had considered Jordan good enough to go on a little mission that would demand some brain power, not only brawn. Mouse suspected that their commanding officer actually wanted to gauge Jordan's ability for critical thinking. The problem was that Jordan couldn't care less about that, as he was way too busy giving Ryan the evil eye over the table. That kind of thing could cost Jordan a promotion, that in case he actually wanted one.
"I'm going to take a leak," he said and got to his feet. "Jordan, you look like you could empty your bladder, too," he added bluntly.
Both Jordan and Ryan looked at him with questions in their eyes. They were in a small bar catering to troops and expats, and Mouse knew that their contact wouldn't be there for another hour at least, after he had questioned the bartender, a guy who knew all the ins and outs of what was going on there. So far, they had only spent their time at a table, drinking beer after beer.
Jordan stood lazily to his feet. "Wanna suck my cock or something?"
"You wish," Mouse snorted. "I'm done with sucking off your lot."
"You are?" Ryan asked timidly. "But--"
"If he said he's done, he's done," Jordan cut him off and gave him a hard stare.
Ryan put his chin up in defiance. Fuck, Mouse thought, these two were really stupid tonight. They were two hotheads and needed to chill. Mouse pushed open the bathroom door, checked the stalls and then turned toward Jordan. "Now, tell me, fucker, do you understand why the captain gave us this mission? There are other people at the unit, a lot more qualified, if you didn't get it."
Jordan shrugged and took out his cock, heading for one of the urinals. He let the stream of piss hit the urinal and groaned in satisfaction. Mouse tsked and shook his head. "The captain thinks you have it in you to be more than just a grunt. He's giving you a chance. Are you going to blow it?"
"You don't fucking understand," Jordan bristled. "You got all those boyfriends of yours or whatever, and someone in that whole unit gives you all the dick you want, but it's not like that for me."
"Is this still about you and Ryan? For fuck's sake, get it together, man. Aren't you straight or something?"
"So what?" Jordan said aggressively and shook his cock for the last drops of piss, then put it away. "Blue balls are blue balls, regardless. I want to fuck Ryan, only that the fucking slut doesn't want to put out."
"I heard him loud and clear. He wants you to fuck him, fuck if I know why, but he's cautious, because that's not the kind of thing you flaunt around."
"Cautious, my ass. He's acting like a chick."
Mouse rubbed his forehead and grimaced. "Well, think whatever you want. But the captain won't give you a second chance. Consider yourself warned."
He made a move but Jordan stopped him by grabbing his arm. "It's fucking weird, man." There was so much intensity in his eyes that Mouse stopped. "I can't take him out of my head. All I can think of, day and night, is how to--" Jordan pursed his lips and looked away.
Mouse thought he understood what that was all about. "You like Ryan," he pointed out.
Jordan nodded and his entire face scrunched up, as if he was in pain. "Yeah," he exhaled. "I like him a great deal."
"So, tell him that. If it's only the fucking, you'll burn through it, eventually."
"It's not," Jordan shot back at him. He let go of Mouse and caught his head in his hands. "What the fuck is going on? I only fucked chicks before. And now, I only want to fuck him. I can't even think of tits and pussy when I jerk off. Only him."
Mouse grabbed Jordan's shoulder and shook him. "So, you have the hots for him."
"Easy for you to say," Jordan said. "You know what's what, with you, and those boyfriends of yours, or whatever. I don't."
"Trust me, there's nothing easy about my whole arrangement with my boyfriends, as you call them. First of all, they're married to each other."
"Yeah, I heard that," Jordan said, looking down. "How's that working for them? Doesn't everyone give them shit for it?"
"It's working. They love each other," Mouse said simply.
"But you can't be married to them," Jordan pointed out.
Damn, way to poke him where it hurt the most. "That's true."
"Aren't you jealous?"
"We were talking about you, and how you're about to blow your chances at an advancement in career because of some sweet boy pussy that you can't get out of your head," Mouse said quickly.
Jordan grinned at him. "It looks to me like you've got plenty of problems of your own. But you must understand me, man. I can't have Ryan and it drives me nuts. Just like you can't have your boyfriends that are married to each other."
"Don't be stupid. Ryan wants to be yours. It's only that he thinks you're a dick and that you're going to blow him off once you got tired of him."
"Never," Jordan said fiercely.
"That's just a word and nothing else."
Their convo was interrupted by someone walking in. They both sighed in relief when they saw that it was Ryan.
"Is the guy here?" Mouse asked.
Ryan shook his head. "Not yet. What are you two doing?"
"Nothing," Jordan said thickly.
Mouse just had had enough of that guy's denial. "Jordan told me how nuts he's about you," he said.
"About fucking my ass, you mean." Ryan shifted his weight from one foot to another.
"It's more than that," Mouse said, earning an instant grunt of disbelief from Jordan.
He walked over to one of the stalls and kicked the door open. The bar owner did a good job of keeping the place clean. It would have to do. "You two, get in here," he ordered. "You need some relationship advice in your fucking lives."
They both obeyed him, Jordan stealing glances at Ryan, and Ryan looking down with a stubborn expression on his face. Well, it was going to be a battle.
"Now," he began, once they were inside, "if it's just sex, go for it."
