December 16

Jarheads today!


Rock looked up from the god damn paperwork -- no less annoying because it was all computerized now, hunting and pecking for hours sucked -- as the door opened.

Dick's head appeared around it. "Safe to come in?"

He hit save and pushed his chair back from the desk. "Only if you've come to rescue me."

Dick grinned and closed the door and Rock felt his lips pull up into a smile as he heard the lock shoot softly home. Things were definitely looking up.

"I'm rescuing you so we can go Christmas shopping."

Rock groaned. He wasn't sure if that was any better than paperwork, really. Dick came over and straddled his legs, his chair groaning, but holding. Rock's arms automatically went around the kid, hands landing on Dick's ass.

The kid smiled at him. "Rig's at the clinic tonight, so it's the perfect time to get his Christmas and get it wrapped before he's home and can find it."

He grunted, lips closing over Dick's. The kid kissed him back, hips rolling, their cocks rubbing together.

"Skin," he muttered, hand pushing his and Dick's sweats down, wrapping around their pricks.

Dick groaned into the kiss, hands hard on his shoulders as they rocked together while he stroked.

So fucking good.

They kept kissing, rolling and rocking, speeding toward a sweet fucking finish. He got the kid off first, Dick's whole body tightening, face going slack for him. The wash of come over his hand, sent him over, too, his own spunk spraying up.

Dick kissed him again, then rested their foreheads together, panting.

A moment later Dick gave him a shit-eating grin. "Better than paperwork?"

"Better than fucking shopping, too."

"You can have another after we get home and get Rig's present wrapped."

He winked and gave their pricks one last squeeze. "Ho, ho, ho."