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"Is it going to work?" Mouse asked, searching Reynolds' face for signs that they should reconsider and just go back to the drawing board. He didn't want to do that; the more they postponed putting their plans into action, the more Francesco had to endure at the hands of that fucker.
"We will make it work. It's not without dangers and risks," his CO explained. "But there is no way out for the senator after something like this. Those he's in cahoots with won't hesitate to sell him if they get a lighter sentence. That, in the event that we don't make the asshole pay directly for his games."
"I will let Karl know about this."
"He might want to be lenient with his father," the captain pointed out.
"He hates that asshole's guts," Mouse said.
"Yes, but that doesn't make the asshole less than his father. We will have a good conversation with Karl on the topic once we get together. We will move soon. I arranged for us to go on leave. We won't be traveling together, and we will make contact at the right moment, and not a moment sooner. There is no need to draw attention to us."
"Morgan, Karl's bodyguard, he's going to help us."
"I'm already in contact with him," Reynolds confirmed. "I will leave tomorrow, but you will spend another week here, by yourself. The man I leave in charge, Mr. Greystone, won't give you any trouble."
"Ah, is that a way to tell me that I get to lazy around for a bit, sir?"
The smack over his ass took him by surprise. The pleased glint in Reynolds' eyes at his outrage let him know that the first part of their planned evening was getting to an end, and now it was time for more pleasurable stuff. He scooted closer, since they were both standing and leaning over the desk, and without saying anything, he grabbed the older man's crotch.
Reynolds inhaled sharp and crisp.
"May I suck you off until your balls are dry, sir?" Mouse asked, playing the innocent.
He gasped as Reynolds pulled him into a harsh, hungry kiss. That kind of kiss reminded of Karl, how angry he had used to be when Francesco was trying to get them to play nice with each other. Was the captain also conflicted about wanting to kiss him?
"Call me Hank," Reynolds said curtly. "We're alone."
"May I suck your cock, Hank?" Mouse asked politely, no matter how strange it sounded to hear himself using first-name basis with the captain.
"Get to work. You look wonderful with your mouth full."
He didn't wait to be asked again. In a moment, he was on his knees, pulling out the captain's big cock. Damn, it felt so good to have such a gorgeous thing move through his lips and fucking the back of his throat. It looked like his CO had kept it all for him because he moved his hips fast and began fucking his face.
No matter how polite the captain was, how restrained, there were moments like this when he went all out. Mouse let out stifled moans as he got his throat penetrated over and over. The first round would end up right in his stomach.
As soon as he thought that, the captain grunted and held his head like he was some blow doll, releasing everything stored in his balls down Mouse's throat. Fuck, he could feel it and fought down any instinct to choke just so that he could prove to the man that he would make good on his promise.
He was a bit dizzy when he was pulled back to his feet. Reynolds grinned and wiped the corner of Mouse's mouth with his thumb. Then, he gave him a small kiss. "When was the first time you realized you like to eat cum?"
The question took him by surprise. Mouse scratched his head. "I can't say that I remember exactly. I guess it was an acquired taste. I had to suck cock to survive by myself on the streets."
That earned him a sigh and a paternal pat on the head from Reynolds. "Do you like it? My cum?"
Of course, the captain hadn't had any other dude suck his cock before. He was probably trying to understand what was what.
He smiled and leaned forward. "It's absolutely delicious."
Reynolds laughed and shook his head. "When you say it like this, it's easy to believe you."
Mouse blinked a couple of times. "Do you think I do this only because you're helping me to take down the asshole that's torturing Francesco?" He stepped away and crossed his arms.
Reynolds moved behind him and hugged him. He kissed the crown of his head and began talking. "I'm an army's man, Ahab. I'm not that good at making proper conversation when it's about anything else. What I mean to say is that you have Karl and Francesco, and all the young boys around here. Their spunk has to taste better to you. Tell me it isn't so."
Mouse couldn't believe it. Was the captain lacking confidence about how much his personal cocksucker liked him? "A man's cum is like wine, captain," he said and snickered. "You know, aged and all that."
Reynolds caught on and kissed his head again, this time laughing out loud. "I think you need to prove it to me, because ever since you gave me a taste of what it feels to have my cock sucked by someone as good as you, I can't exactly think clearly anymore."
"I'm sorry to hear that, captain."
"It looks like I need to teach you to call me by my name."
Mouse turned to face his CO. The look in the captain's eyes told him that he wasn't just someone to be used and thrown away. If he were the sentimental kind, he'd be moved to tears. Good thing he wasn't. He left that for others.
"How about you teach me more about how to blow you just the way you like it?" he asked.
"You're doing a fine job by yourself. I must say that I got little of it in my life before I met you."
"That's something we really need to correct. But captain, how come others haven't come on to you? I mean both men and women. You're one sexy mofo."
Reynolds laughed at his praise. "Maybe I put everyone off with my usual attitude. Sex hasn't been much on my mind. My life is the army, and my wife... ex-wife is right after all."
"Then I'm glad I was the one to breech your defenses, sir... I mean, Hank." Mouse caressed the man's Adam's apple with his lips, moving lower, on the sweaty chest. The smell alone was enough to make him go nuts. He absolutely loved it, and it made him hard beyond belief.
