Sucing It Up

AN: This story is a companion to In It for Life and it's about Mouse's life in the army. However, it can be read as a stand-alone, as it touches the other storyline only briefly.

1.

"Sucks being in the army, right?" Mouse dragged a long wet line from the base of the delicious cock in front of him up to the tip.

"Sucks a lot less when you suck me off," the guy replied and kept his hand on top of Mouse's head, raking his fingers through his hair. He kept it a lot shorter now that he was in the army, and he appreciated the treatment.

This guy he was sucking off right now was called Jordan and came from some northern state where, apparently, they built their men how they built their cars. Mouse took great delight in devouring the thick veiny lollipop in front of him, and the wicked play of his tongue made Jordan groan in pleasure.

"How it's like?" Jordan asked. The guy had a girlfriend back home and, by what he said, he got blowjobs very rarely. Therefore, he was one of the most grateful of Mouse's hobby of sucking cock whenever they had a break.

"Do you want to know how it's like to suck cock?" Mouse asked. He held the throbbing thing by the base and patted his tongue which he had stuck out as much as he could.

"Yeah, you seem to like it a lot."

Mouse grinned. "Wanna try it?"

Jordan recoiled right away. "No way, I'm not a cocksucker."

"Then keep your curiosity in check." Mouse was done talking. He had a task at hand, and Jordan immediately moaned as Mouse took him deep down his throat and began moving his head fast.

One thing with Jordan was how fast he shoot. The guy was pent-up, and Mouse liked pent-up guys because they fed him nice warm cum quickly so that they didn't risk getting caught.

He stood up and showed Jordan his tongue coated with cum. As expected, the other looked away and seemed ready to bolt. "Thanks for the cum. Now, fuck off," Mouse said with a roll of the shoulders. He craned his neck to one side, then the other, to work out the kinks. Jordan pushed his cock back into his pants and made a run for it. "Till next time," Mouse called after him.

He wiped the corners of his mouth carefully. It didn't serve to be seen by the others, since too many got horny, and Mouse only had one mouth and two hands. He had been asked about giving ass, too, but nah, that wasn't for them, as much as he missed getting a good hard dicking. That was for Kekko, and maybe Karl, as fucked up as that was. He knew that he'd see them again, one day, even if it was maybe far into the future. He had no idea.

"Roll call," someone called out and he rushed out of the old warehouse to be present along with the others.

"What's going on?" he asked one of the guys who were busy forming an organized line, all looking straight ahead.

"We're getting a new commander, one captain Reynolds," the guy to his right explained and stopped abruptly. He was a short guy, with small features, and he always made a badge of honor for himself to stay informed. Mouse debated whether the guy would want a blowjob or not for some less known deets on captain Reynolds.

"How is he? Is he going to bust our asses or something?"

"You're talking to me now?" The guy suddenly ruffled his feathers all of a sudden. "You never talk to me."

"Looks like I just did." Mouse looked at the guy, taking advantage that the new commander wasn't there just yet. "What's your name? Michael? Mike?"

"Ryan," the guy replied with a scowl.

"Right," Mouse said. "How would you like a good old-fashioned suck tonight after dinner, Ryan?"

The guy seemed taken aback by the offer. "Are you making fun of me, Ahab?" He tried to push himself on his heels to seem taller.

"Nope. I never joke about blowjobs. I'm very serious about the topic, just ask anyone."

Another scowl met his words. "Yeah, you're blowing anyone but me."

Mouse took a good look at the guy. He was cute and insecure. So, he slouched to one side and then tipped the guy's chin. "I didn't know you wanted me to."

Ryan stared at him and blinked rapidly. Then he blushed to the tip of his ears and swatted Mouse's hand away. "You're making fun of me," he decided.

Mouse chuckled. "Let's see if you still think the same when you come down my throat tonight. Meet me by the old warehouse. What do you have to lose?"

Ryan didn't have a chance to reply to that because the line began arranging itself with each soldier taking the mandatory stance and saluting as a man began walking down the line and observing them one by one. Mouse stood straight and allowed himself to spy by the corner of one eye, which didn't help a lot.

Finally, the new commander stopped in front of him. "Ahab, that's quite an unusual name."

Mouse kept silent and just scanned the man in front of him rapidly. He had to be in his late thirties or early forties and was built like a bull. His heavyset frame met a contrast in his eyes, a light blue that seemed to irradiate heat on a weather-beaten face. Mouse wanted to look lower and see what kind of heat the man packed downstairs but didn't have the guts. Captain Reynolds was completely bald, whether by the whim of fate, or because he didn't like hair on his head, so Mouse only took after his dark blond eyebrows what kind of body hair he could expect.

"Not much of a talker, I see," the captain commented and chuckled.

Mouse wanted to say something, but his chance was gone as the captain moved away and stopped in front of Ryan.

***

"You came." Ryan was leaning against the corrugated wall, but he straightened up immediately when he saw Mouse, willing, perhaps, to look taller.

"I said so, didn't I?" Mouse said and grabbed the guy by the front of his shirt. He let his lips hover close to Ryan's, just to have the pleasure of hearing the guy's breathing quicken. "Want me to kiss you first?"

"Do you kiss the others?"

"No."

"Then screw you. Just suck me off."

Ryan was putting on a brave face, but he was clearly the gayest of the bunch. Mouse could tell the guy wanted that kiss but was too afraid to ask for it, so he just teased him by moving their mouths very close together, until little was needed for them to touch. Then, he pushed the guy away, smacking his back against the wall, and he got to his knees.

Ryan was already locked and loaded and squirmed as Mouse took him quickly in his mouth. He had a cute average cock, pretty much like him, so it was no challenge to deepthroat him. Mouse held the guy by the hips and made him swing them so that he was fucking his mouth. With insecure guys like that, it was always a good idea to make them feel like they were in control, even when they weren't.

"Slow the fuck down," Ryan moaned.

Mouse pulled back until only the tip was in his mouth and gave it a lick. Ryan cursed and slammed his hands against the wall as he began shooting. Mouse wrapped his tongue around the pulsing head, torturing it with small licks, while Ryan trembled in his hands.

When he was done, Ryan was red in the face and looked fairly humiliated. He kept his eyes closed, so Mouth braced one arm above the guy's head and stared at him with an amused smile on his lips. Eventually, Ryan opened his eyes and gulped when he realized Mouse was that close to him.

"Fast shooter, eh?" Ryan scowled and tried to run, but Mouse grabbed him by his shirt. "Not so fast, Peewee."

Ryan sputtered at the nickname. "The fuck do you want?"

Mouse traced the line of the guy's upper lip, focused on how Ryan opened his mouth, ready for a new challenge. He didn't have that much time to play tonight, so it had to be it. "I never give bjs for free. So, it's time for my payment."

Ryan wanted to bolt, but he was a man of honor. "What do you want? I don't have a lot of cash on me."

Mouse laughed. "How much do you think I charge?"

"Dunno. 50 bucks?"

"I like you. But I take my payment in other ways, too."

"Like how?"

"You're the guy who knows everything, like when we're going to get some real meat and not just spam, when we're going on a new mission, and when we get a new commander." Mouse let that sink in for a bit.

"What do you want to know?" Ryan's sullen expression didn't improve.

"Is he the type of guy who's going to sneer at my little hobby or is he going to keep me on my knees and give me some of that tasty cock?"

Ryan seemed horrified at how he talked. Like Mouse could care less about that. " Captain Reynolds is married. He doesn't do homo stuff like that."

"Homo stuff, huh?" Mouse moved closer and pressed his hand against Ryan's still half hard cock which he didn't have time to put away. "Do you want seconds? I have plenty of tongue to give." He stuck out his tongue and winked.

Ryan looked like he was ready to choke. "I..."

"Stop before you have a heart attack on me. I'm not that good at CPR. I might end up trying to resuscitate your cock instead of giving you mouth to mouth." By how Ryan stared at his lips, it was clear the guy was gagging for a kiss, and all that teasing hit close to home.

"So, he's going to bust my balls if he catches me while I suck on one of my favorite lollipops," Mouse said and moved away. "Just my fucking luck."

"He's a cool guy," Ryan ventured. "All the guys from where he commanded before say so."

"All the guys who are not cocksuckers," Mouse said. "Thanks for the info, anyway. It warrants a little bonus." He took Ryan by surprise and gave him a wet sloppy kiss. It took the other two full seconds to push him away.

Mouse laughed and walked backwards. "Next time, I'll take that 50, Peewee."

"Don't fucking call me that."

"Or what? Are you going to make me choke on that mighty cock of yours?"

Ryan blushed and then ground his teeth. "You're an asshole, Ahab."

"Nope, just a good mouth. Don't rat on me to the new captain, and I'll be nice to you. I really mean it, mate. And don't worry. I'm not going to call you that in front of others. It's my pet name for you, got it?"

Ryan looked away. "Jordan might rat you out," he said. "He keeps telling the others how much of a cocksucker you are."

"It's no news. Everyone knows."

"Yeah, but he does it--" Ryan took a deep breath, "you know, in a disparaging manner."

"Disparaging?"

"Yeah, you know, insulting."

"I know what disparaging means," Mouse said. "Thanks for letting me know. I have some nuts to bust," he said and cracked his knuckles in a menacing way.

"Don't tell him you know it from me," Ryan said quickly.

"No worries. I'll make him show his true colors. He's going to swallow all those disparaging words."

***

"How much longer do we have to march? This guy's fucking crazy."

"Crying much, Jordan?" Mouse teased his mate. He looked around, at everyone else. They were walking, heads down, staring at each step they put in front of the previous one. This felt fucking wrong somehow.

"Fuck you, bitch," Jordan said venomously.

"Pay attention to that fucking language, or I'll make you clean the toilets with that tongue," Mouse said jokingly.

"What the fuck did you just say?"

Mouse had sensed Jordan was itching for a fight for at least a week now. After Ryan had told him the guy was mouthing off shit about him, he had paid more attention to the asshole. He didn't like what he was seeing, not one bit. He never observed his mates too much because he wasn't interested in them beyond sucking their dicks now and then. Not that he wasn't good at making friends, but he could tell that they were more comfortable if he wasn't too chummy with them. Mouse just preferred to make things easier for them by keeping to himself.

Yet, this Jordan dude was pissing him off. He had noticed the sneers and heard some off-handed comments, and now he was on guard. Captain Reynolds didn't seem to have learned about his little hobby or, if he did, he didn't seem to care, which was all the same for him.

However, he needed to put that asshole in place or he would get a bit too much headache from a guy who just cared about shooting in any warm hole that he found available. Mouse hiked his backpack higher to release some of the tension in his spine and broke ranks.

"Where the fuck are you going?" Jordan shouted after him.

"Wherever the fuck I want," Mouse replied over his shoulder.

He was pretty sure Jordan would follow, just because he needed to work out of his system whatever he had to work out of his system. It didn't take him long, and Mouse could hear him walking behind. Captain Reynolds was a fucking sneaky one. He had just ordered them to march in circles, and all the others hadn't noticed just yet. Mouse knew plenty of ways to scout his surroundings and find the shortest way to the destination point. Sure, it didn't help that they were surrounded by the fucking desert, but in any environment, there were signs you could use, like the sun, the wind, and everything else. Mouse knew to survive in all possible ways, whether it was the urban jungle he had to face, or a tropical so-called paradise, or the barren desert.

"Do you want to get called out by the captain?" Mouse asked without looking at Jordan.

"I just don't want you to get lost, you fucker," Jordan mumbled.

Mouse walked for some time until he was sure the others were far enough, and then he stopped. "Alright, Jordan, do you have any beef with me? Spit it out, get a nice punch in the face, and then fuck off."

Jordan played the surprised act. "The fuck you're talking about? I ain't got nothing to do with you."

Mouse dropped his backpack and stared at the guy. He was sweaty, tired, and his dark hair was glued to his forehead, even as short as it was. In contrast with the rest of him, his hair was really soft, like a chick's. In his vanity, he didn't shave it; probably girls told him he had nice hair.

"I heard you talking to the other guys," Mouse said, keeping it a secret about Ryan, as he had promised. "You're talking shit about me."

"That's not true," Jordan denied, but his eyes were darting sideways for an escape.

"I heard you with my own two ears. You keep calling me a bitch and a cocksucker."

Jordan snorted. "Which you are."

Mouse grinned and crossed his arms. "Do you like that cock sucked? 'Cause I won't polish your gun anymore."

Jordan's face dropped and then, he became furious. Mouse tensed in preparation. "Because you have plenty lined up, huh? You suck everyone's cock. Even Ryan's."

Mouse shrugged, feigning that he was relaxed even as he was ready to pounce. "So what? And what's wrong with Ryan's cock? It's as good as any."

"Really? He has like a pencil dick," Jordan retorted.

Mouse licked his lips slowly. "But he comes buckets." He had only sucked Ryan once, so either Peewee had bragged about it, or Jordan had seen them that night. "Nothing like a warm meal in my belly."

Jordan's face darkened. Mouse was ready when the guy jumped him. He dodged him quickly and cut his legs from under him, making him fall face first and eat some sand. "You fucking bitch!" Jordan bellowed, but Mouse was already straddling his back, holding him down and forcing his arms to a position from which he couldn't move or do anything.

"What's wrong, Jordan? Come on, tell daddy," Mouse joked while holding the fucker down. Jordan was built like a shit brick house for his age, but he didn't know what to do with all that force. It was so damn easy to use it against him.

"Screw you, asshole, you fucking cocksucker, whore, bitch--"

Mouse held both Jordan's arms tucked behind him and use one hand to slap the asshole upside the head. As expected, Jordan began growling like a wild animal. Mouse increased the pressure on his arms until he knew things could get dangerous.

"You're going to shut the fuck up, take a fucking breather, and then tell me the fuck is wrong with your monkey brain. Or else, I'm going to break your arms."

"You're not going to do it! You'll get jail time!"

"Not if I say it was self-defense," Mouse pointed out calmly.

"No one will believe a fag like you!"

"No shit. Captain Reynolds seems like a fair guy. I don't think it will matter to him that I'm a fag."

"It will, I'll fucking make sure! The captain doesn't want fags in his unit!"

"You think so? Well, let's see." Mouse pushed himself up and dragged Jordan by his restrained arms. He could force the idiot to walk like that, bent from the waist. Sure thing, the fucker tried to move and hit him, and that was when Mouse punched him in the face. Jordan howled in pain and surprise, and Mouse did quick work of tying his hands behind his back and then load him with both backpacks. For good measure, he kicked the idiot in the ass once. "Move."

"You fucker, you--"

"I told you to watch that tongue. We're going to see the captain now."

"We're lost in the fucking desert!"

"No, we're not. Our unit is, but not us. You should be thankful. We're going to finish the mission."

***

The captain stared at them without a word. There were no other officers present at the rendezvous point, and it basically consisted by a single container that hopefully had some water inside. As much as he was used to harsh conditions, Mouse was dying for a mouthful of water.

He saluted and smacked his heels together. "Reporting for duty, sir."

Reynolds observed him, amused. "Is your friend reporting for duty, too?"

Jordan's fury had worn out eventually and for some time, he had walked without spouting another insulting word. He was trembling in exhaustion and looking down.

"Not my friend," Mouse replied cheerfully.

"I see." The captain gestured for him to unload the backpacks from Jordan. "Untie him."

Mouse followed the order without commenting. Jordan managed to straighten up.

"Explain," the captain said.

"He's a fag!" Jordan shouted.

Mouse flinched when the captain struck Jordan hard across the face. Everything happened so fast that if he had blinked, he could have missed it.

"Explain," the captain said calmly, staring at Jordan.

Mouse kept his mouth shut. Reynolds wasn't looking at him, so he wasn't expected to talk.

Jordan wavered. Clearly, one strike over the face was enough.

"Explain," the captain barked. "Back straight, eyes on me, soldier!"

Jordan quickly assumed the position.

"Now talk," Reynolds continued.

Jordan licked his lips and frowned as if in pain. He was one second from crying like an idiot. Mouse sighed internally and decided to intervene. "It's my fault, sir."

"Was I talking to you, Ahab?"

"No, sir. But I don't think Jordan has the mental ability to process what's going on."

Mouse could swear there was a hint of a smile on Reynolds' face.

"So, he's stupid," the captain concluded.

Mouse didn't comment.

"Is he?" Reynolds insisted.

"Just confused, sir," Mouse replied.

A small grunt followed instead of a reply. "You're the only two who got to the destination point within the required deadline. There's water inside. I'll take you back to the compound."

"But what about the rest?" Mouse asked.

"They're going to walk some more for a while. They'll be retrieved later, hopefully, with a lesson learned."

Mouse let Jordan walk first inside the container. He waited until the other drank his fill and then he grabbed a bottle himself. They didn't say a word to each other.

***

It was no surprise to be summoned the next day to the captain's office. Mouse expected some fallout; some of the guys must have talked, and the commander had to know that he was a pro cocksucker by now. If the captain didn't like fags, then he was shit out of luck.

He took off his cap as he entered and remained standing while the captain seemed busy writing down something. It could be his sentence. If Karl's dad didn't like what he was hearing about a fag in the army, then his ass was going to be toast. He'd survive prison, too, he decided as he looked at the captain who appeared not to give a damn that he had a guest.