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Homecoming
By Sean Michael
Rig woke up when the stewardess welcomed them to
the airport.
He was sore, tired, and the only reason he wasn't
stinky was because American Airlines had let them all
clean up in the VIP lounge at DFW.
He'd volunteered for three weeks doing medical care
and clean up after the hurricane. Three weeks of stench
and mold and sickness. Three weeks of some of the
poorest, filthiest conditions he'd ever seen.
Sure, he was glad he'd done it, but he was more glad
it was over and he was going to be able to go home.
Home. Home. Finally.
He grabbed his duffle and headed out, nodding his
thanks to the stewardess. The airport was quiet -- it was
damn late -- but he didn't have to do baggage check,
didn't have to deal with that shit. He just needed to rent a
car one way, get home.
LAX was fucking huge, and he was only halfway to
the car rental counters when he swore he heard his
Marines call his name. Rig stopped, frowned, rubbed his
forehead. Shit, he was tired.
"About time you stopped." Now that was definitely
his Rocketman. For sure.
Coming up from behind him, Rock and Dick each
grabbed an arm and they turned him around, angling
him toward the short-term parking.
"Welcome home, Rabbit." The bluest eyes on earth
smiled into his own.
"Rock."
Dick took his duffel.
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 "Pretty. Y'all." Thank God.
"Ben called us, said you were on your way home."
Dick grinned as they took the stairs to level P2. "Then
we sicced Helen on the airlines, and she got us your
arrival info. We thought you might appreciate a ride."
Rock snorted. "The kid was pining for you something
fierce and didn't want to wait a second more than he had
to."
"God, yes. I'm too pooped to pop. Hell, let's get a
hotel and drive home tomorrow."
"Helen thought of that, too. We've got reservations
about fifteen minutes away."
"You think you can wait that long for a kiss hello?"
Rock asked, hand on his arm turning him toward Rock's
familiar truck, about a third of the way down the row.
"If I have to. I'm hoping for one in the truck."
Rock looked around as Dick stowed his duffel in the
truck bed. "It's all clear." He was hustled into the bench
seat, Rock following, Dick joining them from the other
side.
Oh fuck, yes. He held his arms open, needing them
both more than life. They cuddled him up between them,
his hands sliding across two broad sets of shoulders.
Rock took one half his mouth, Dick the other, all three
of their tongues tangling together as the taste of his
marines filled his mouth.
Yes. Yes. He made this embarrassing noise, this
desperate sound. Their tongues fucked his mouth, their
bodies hard against him.
It was the sound of a horn somewhere in the garage
that had Rock pulling away, resting their foreheads
together. "Drive, kid."
"Uh-huh." One last kiss from Dick, and his Pretty
was starting the truck up.
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 Rock put an arm around his shoulders and pulled him
in close.
"Missed you." He took another kiss and another. "I
missed you."
"Missed you, too, Rabbit. Three weeks is too fucking
long."
"Yeah." Dick's hand slid over his thigh for a moment.
"About two weeks and seven days too long."
"I was doing good work, but, yeah. So glad to be
home."
"Was it bad?" Dick asked after paying the parking
attendant and getting them on the road.
He didn't answer; he just stared at his blue-eyed
Marine.
"No work talk. We've got better things to do with our
mouths." Rock smiled and kissed him again, tongue
pushing between his lips.
He nodded, dove into the kiss with a soft, happy cry.
It didn't seem anytime at all before they'd pulled into
a parking lot, the journey there eaten up by kisses. "I
hate to break this up, but we're here."
"It's okay. This will be better after a cup of coffee, a
burger, and a shower." The only good part about the trip
-- barring the whole 'doing good for his fellow man' part,
of course -- was getting coffee.
"I'm thinking beer instead of coffee and you have
yourself a deal." Rock gave him a wink and hauled
himself out of the truck, went around and grabbed Rig's
duffle for him.
It didn't take long for Dick to get them a room key,
the little gym bag filled with his men's supplies. If he
was lucky and Dick had been thinking, there was a pair
of sweats or something for him in there, too.
They were on the third floor and it didn't take any
time at all for his marines to get them up and in.
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 "Food, shower or bed first?" Rock asked.
"Y'all order some food, and I'll jump in the shower."
Rock chuckled. "He thinks he's taking a shower
alone."
Dick just grinned and hauled him close, started
working his clothes off.
"I'm not the cleanest I've ever been." He had blisters,
scratches, marks.
"I'll order the fucking food, but you're not showering
alone. Go ahead kid, I'll be there in a moment."
Dick just grinned and looped an arm around his
shoulders and led him toward the shower. Rock would
be there soon. The man couldn't resist.
Dick finished getting him naked, fingers lingering
softly over each and every small cut, blister and bruise,
and then got him into the shower the water hot and
good, Dick up against his back even better. They didn't
talk; Dick's arms wrapped around him, and they stood
there. Fuck, yes.
Before long Dick started sucking the water from his
neck, tongue flicking out, gentle and sweet on his skin.
"Pretty." He smiled, leaned hard, let all those muscles
hold him up.
"Rock'll be in as soon as he's ordered the food." Dick
went back to kissing, to sucking.
"I know. Don't stop."
"Oh, I'm not going to stop. God, I've missed this.
Missed you."
"I missed y'all. It was..." He shook his head. He didn't
want to talk about it.
Fortunately, there was Rock -- muscled, naked, and
hard -- pushing up against him, so he didn't have to.
"You were gone for three weeks. Enough said." Rock
rumbled and growled, mouth landing on his.
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 He cried out as his body slid against Rock's, Dick's
body pressing against his back.
Rock's mouth slid away from his. "That's better."
He nodded. More. Please. Rock took his mouth again
and Dick kept working his shoulders and neck. His cock
began to fill, reaching for Rock's hands, Rock's fingers.
"Somebody's wanting," Rock grinned at him.
"Am I not supposed to?" he teased.
"Shit yes. This didn't come up, I'd be calling the
doctor for you."
"It's up. Very. Touch me, Blue."
Rock chuckled and Dick pushed him up tighter
against all those muscles. "Don't tease, Rock,"
"I'm not teasing Rock." He nibbled on Rock's jaw.
His pretty started laughing. Rock grumbled loudly.
Rig shut that up with his lips, kissing the big man with
all he had. Rock dove into the kiss, tongue tangling with
his. There. Fuck, yeah. They moved together, all three of
them dancing under the water. Rock and Dick's arms
slid around him, around each other.
He let his head fall back. "I need to get clean, Blue.
I've been so nasty."
"We can clean you." Those blue eyes looked into his,
telling him it was true.
"Inside and out," added Dick.
Rock pulled him into the center of the spray while
Dick grabbed the soap and started rubbing it over him.
He nodded, the scent of the soap good, citrusy. Clean.
And fuck it felt good when Dick rubbed it against him.
His Pretty was fucking thorough, lathering up his
arms and his legs, then his back, careful over all the little
injuries on his skin. Then Dick's hands slid around him,
fingers sliding over his chest and belly, coming back up
to tease his nipples, the soap-slick fingers flicking back
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and forth across both, teasing bare flesh and his nipple
ring equally.
Rig let his eyes close, because if anything bad could
get to him now, through these two, it deserved to get
him. Rock followed Dick's trail, hands helping the water
to rinse off the soap. They turned him this way and that,
washing and rinsing, working together.
Both of them were making sounds, Rock rumbling,
the vibrations sounding pleased, changing to growls
whenever he encountered an injury, while Dick's sweet
porno noises filled the air. He hadn't heard those for
three long weeks.
It had been worth it, every second, but fuck, he was
back where he needed to be.
Diving down along his belly, Dick's soapy hands slid
into the curls around his cock, and then down to cup and
roll his balls. Rig's thighs spread, and he balanced
against Rock as he offered himself over. Dick's fingers
soaped up his cock next, and were followed by Rock's
sliding the water over him as Dick dropped slowly to his
knees.
"Kid's gonna suck you while I take your ass." The
words were murmured into his, Rock's thick cock
sliding along his crack.
He nodded, propped one leg up on the edge of the
tub. It was one hell of a plan. Dick smiled up at him,
rubbing his prick with a cheek. Then two fingers pushed
into him, one Rock's, one Dick's.
"Y'all." His head fell forward, his throat working.
Fuck. Fuck, yeah.
They stretched him, those two fingers working
together, and then working opposite each other. He
wasn't sure how they did it without talking to each other,
but they each put another finger in at the same time,
stretching him wide.
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 A deep sound pushed out of him, Rig leaning forward
a little to rest his head on his arms.
His Marines stilled. "Okay, Rabbit?"
"Yes. Fuck, yes. Don't stop."
They started moving their fingers again, Dick's lips
and tongue playing with the tip of his cock, not sucking
or really even licking hard, just there, soft and wet and
hot. He fucking soared, loving every goddamn second of
it. Rock's mouth found his shoulder, his Blue sucking
hard, sucking hard enough it was going to leave a mark.
"Y'all's. Fuck. Fuck, boys." His eyes rolled, heart
pounding hard.
Rock's chest rumbled against his back and Dick's
mouth finally -- finally -- wrapped around the head of
his prick, suction starting lightly.
"Oh, Pretty. Pretty, need you. Bad."
Those riverstone eyes looked up, smiled warmly at
him, then the long lashes rested against Dick's cheeks
again as his Pretty took more of him in.
The fingers inside him slid away, Rock rubbing that
fat cock head along his crack. He groaned and rubbed
back, encouraging Rock to slide in, fill him up. Rock
didn't tease, the thick heat pushing against his hole and
then popping right into him.
"Rock. Blue. Fuck." He pushed into Dick, taking the
sweet mouth.
Moaning, Dick sent vibrations all along his cock.
Rock wasn't even moving yet, just pushing in until the
man's hips were tight up against his ass. Rigger took in
one gasping breath after another, letting his body stretch.
Dick took him deep as Rock pushed in, then they
both moved away, his cock pulling from Dick's mouth
as Rock came out of him.
"Y'all!" Oh, fuck. Please.
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 They moved together again, Dick pulling him in,
Rock's thrust pushing him in deeper. The rhythm they
found was hard, fast, and all he could do was hold on.
One of Rock's hands came around to cup Dick's cheek,
keeping him in place as the thrusts got harder, faster,
driving his cock deep into Dick's throat.
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." His voice echoed, his cock so
hard his fucking belly ached.
His Pretty swallowed around his prick, Rock shifting
angles and finding his gland at the same time.
"Gonna. Y'all. Fuck. Gonna." His palms slid on the
tile.
"Come on my cock, Rig. Fucking need you to." Rock
thrust in again and again, staying right there on his
gland.
"Yes. Yes, Blue. Right there." Right fucking there.
"Uh-huh." Rock's mouth found his neck, lips
wrapping around his skin as his Blue pounded into him
over and over.
Dick's fingers slid around his balls, rolled them,
tugged them. Rig cried out and shot -- his bones rattling
as he came for them. Dick drank him down, sucking and
cleaning, tongue playing with him, while Rock kept
thrusting through his orgasm.
"Fuck. Fuck. Oh, fuck." His knees tried to buckle.
Rock had him, though, all those muscles holding him up
as his Blue thrust a few more times before moaning,
filling him with spunk.
"Fuck. So good. So good to be back." He let Rock
have him, hold him.
"You know it. Fucking missed you."
Dick slowly pulled off his prick, hands sliding over
his hips and thighs. "Yeah, we did."
He nodded. "They needed me, but..." Rig shrugged.
"We need you, too." Rock shifted, sliding out of him.
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 Dick stood, the two of them turning him this way and
that under the water again, rinsing him off.
"Yeah." Rig laughed, happy deep down. "Tell me
there's food and a big bed and hours worth of fucking in
my immediate future."
"I don't know..." Dick winked.
"Kid's right. There isn't hours worth of fucking --
there's days worth."
"Days? Fucking A."
Laughing, Dick turned off the shower and they all
worked each other with the towels, drying and touching,
playing. His Marines were studs, no doubt about it, and
they looked good naked, water dripping off them.
He kissed Dick's shoulder, Rock's jaw, hands sliding
over those amazing fucking muscles. "Tell me
everything I missed."
"You telling us Helen didn't call you once a day to
update you on all the goings on?" Rock asked, his Blue
puffing up for him.
"I didn't have cell reception for most of it."
"Or time, I bet." Dick gave him a soft kiss and then
laughed as a knock sounded. "That'll be our room
service -- timing!" His Pretty grabbed one of the towels
and wrapped it around his waist.
Rig leaned against Rock, let Dick go for the door.
"Hey, Blue."
"Hey." Rock kissed his forehead. "You're tired. Three
weeks is too long for this kind of shit. I know you like to
help out, but fuck."
"I am. It was gross, Jim. Fucking nasty. Those
people... they need help."
Rock grunted. "I bet they need more than just
doctors, huh?"
"Yeah. I'll probably head back, if they need me next
month."
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 "You won't head back alone."
They heard Dick saying "thanks," and the sound of
the door closing in the other room.
"You know there's a bunch of us that go,
Rocketman."
Rock snorted as they went into the bedroom. "That's
not the same thing."
"What's not the same thing?" Dick asked, his Pretty
opening up lids on three hamburgers with fries and
salad.
"I told Rig he wasn't going back alone."
Dick nodded, smiled. "They can find something for
two ex-marines to do, right?"
"Oh, smells good." Rig let Rock sit on the bed, then
settled in on the man's lap. Rock was getting older,
didn't need to be exposing himself to all the grossness
and disease.
Rock's arms went around him. "What? No comment
on us coming with you?"
Dick handed him a plate, gave Rock a burger off a
second plate, and then settled next to them.
"I worry about y'all. It's nasty out there. I spent three
days wandering around up to my calves in sewage and a
week delivering babies in what seemed like a friggin'
war zone."
"Sounds like the old day-job." Rock's arms tightened
around him.
Did popped a French fry in his mouth and talked
around it. "I bet there's tons of stuff Rock and I could do
that would help -- and would make your and the other
doctors' jobs easier."
"We'll see, huh? I wouldn't say no to having some
support. There's a chance things will be improved
enough by the time I can break free again that it's a non-
issue."
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 Rock was quiet for a long moment, Dick eating his
burger and encouraging Rig to eat his, too.
"So it's okay for you to be out there in the nasty shit,
but not us?" Rock rumbled. "That's fucking bullshit. We
all go."
He leaned harder against Rock, nodded, smiled. The
logistics of the three of them being out of pocket for
three weeks was insane, but in his old age, he'd found
discretion to be the better part of valor. They'd cross that
bridge when they came to it. "I can handle that, Blue."
Rock stilled for a second and then one hand patted
him. "Good. Eat your food."
Dick looked at him and he looked back, eyebrow
arched. Then Dick handed him another fry. "Thanks,
Pretty."
Dick grinned. "You're welcome. You feeling more
like back to normal yet?"
"I will, soon. I could really use a cup of coffee." He
winked.
"I didn't order coffee." Rock's voice rumbled through
his chest against Rig's back.
"We'll keep you up, Rig." Dick waggled his
eyebrows.
Rock's fingers traced over the scar on his belly. "Eat,
Rabbit."
"I am. It's good." It smelled like it was supposed to.
"Not as good as mine," Rock noted.
That made Dick laugh. "Yeah, but yours are a couple
hours away. Besides, these fries rock." Dick's were
almost gone, and he shoved three more into his mouth.
"You can have mine." Rig ate half his burger, then he
was done.
Dick handed over a chocolate milk-shake. "Here. A
drink and dessert in one."
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 Both Dick and Rock were almost finished their
plates, the salad on Rock's plate untouched.
He stole the tomatoes from Rock's salad. "You didn't
slip any protein powder in this, did you?"
Dick shook his head. "Straight up chocolate
milkshake and it's good, too."
"You're a gentleman and a scholar, young man." He
took a deep drink, humming happy.
Dick grinned and Rock chuckled, hands sliding over
him, touching his skin. They were laughing at him.
Buttheads. Leaning forward, Dick kissed him, tongue
sliding on his lips.
"Mmm. Hey." He put his shake down on the tray,
focused on the kiss, on the flavor of his Pretty.
Dick smiled and pushed a soft moan into his mouth.
Rock lay slowly back against the bed, bringing him
down gently. Dick's body covered his, the kiss sweet
and slow, like putting on his favorite jeans.
He was sandwiched between them, kept warm, safe,
loved.
Home.
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Homecoming
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