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Then Smith lunged at him and really did knock him on his ass. Fal’ran’s back hit the ground and a delighted laugh punched out of his chest. Damn, his captain was no joke, after all. He felt Smith sitting up to mount him, and he bucked his hips to toss Smith off balance and make him catch himself with his hands above Fal’ran’s head.
They both groaned as Fal’ran wrapped his arms around Smith’s torso and pulled him down on top of him. Smith’s rock-hard shaft pushed against Fal’ran’s stomach and Fal’ran snarled in triumph. Fuck, he wanted this just as bad as Fal’ran did.
Smith’s hard yank on Fal’ran’s sensitive ear brought him back to the fight, and he rolled them over before Smith tore it off.
“Shit!” Fal’ran jerked back when Smith slipped his leg free and aimed the bottom of a boot towards his face.
“Focus!” Smith barked, his deep voice laced with amusement. He arched off his back again and threw another powerful kick toward Fal’ran’s chest that Fal’ran was sure would have broken his sternum if it had made contact.
“I am focused!” Fal’ran twisted and caught Smith’s foot when he kicked at him again. Fal’ran had never focused so hard in his life.
Smith’s breathing, his scent, his twisting body, the rush of adrenaline, all honed Fal’ran’s attention to a single point. He yanked Smith’s leg long and dove on top of him, knocking Smith’s other knee wide before Smith drove it into his ribs. He grabbed for his hands, and they tangled together as they each tried to fend off the other’s grip. But Fal’ran had gotten where he wanted and he ground their hips together.
“Fucking shit, Fal’ran.” Smith choked on a gasp as he arched up into Fal’ran’s weight, rubbing their lengths together. He twisted his fingers with Fal’ran’s and bucked his hips again in what felt a hell of a lot more like fucking than it did fighting.
“See? Focused.” Fal’ran’s dropped his face into Smith’s neck and inhaled deeply. His cock kicked at the smell of Smith’s arousal and without thinking, he opened his mouth and bit down on the straining tendon beside his throat.
Smith moaned and tossed his head. “Goddamnit, you little bastard.”
Fal’ran laughed against Smith’s throat and thrust his hips down against his. “Not little.”
“But still over-confident.”
Fal’ran had enough time to recognize the surety in Smith’s breathless voice, before the human slipped his hips out from under him, hooked a shin against his ribs, and flipped their positions. He yanked on both his own arms, but Smith kept his fingers tangled with Fal’ran’s hand and pulled one of Fal’ran’s arms forward.
“No, no, no.” Fal’ran remembered this one from street fights and he tried to follow his own arm before Smith closed both his knees around it, pivoted, and trapped Fal’ran down under his legs. “Shit!”
Smith barked a laugh as he stretched his own body and covered Fal’ran’s chest and face with the back of his strong thighs, pressing Fal’ran away and shooting agony up Fal’ran’s limb. “Yield.”
Fal’ran growled and considered burying his teeth into the meat of Smith’s thigh to force him to give in first, but their uniform pants were too thick and his arm hurt too fucking much and—
“Fuck, fuck, I yield.”
He groaned as Smith released him and the pain ran out of his limbs. But before Smith stood, Fal’ran caught his wrist and pulled him over him. He beamed at up Smith, panting and grinning, and licked his lips to see if Smith would look at his mouth again. He did, and Fal’ran’s still-hard cock twitched in interest.
Fal’ran didn’t care that he’d lost. Fuck, it was hot as shit that he’d lost. Smith was hot as shit. His captain stared down at him, chest heaving, his eyes on Fal’ran’s mouth, and his pupils blown wide. Fal’ran reached up with his body, ready to take Smith’s soft lips, when Smith put a hand on the center of his chest.
Smith pressed Fal’ran back down onto the ground. “We’re done here, kid.”
Disappointment collapsed Fal’ran flat onto his back, but he grabbed Smith’s wrist before Smith pulled away. “Why?”
“Because I said so.” Smith shook off Fal’ran’s grip and stood.
“Come on, Captain, you want it as bad as I do.” Fal’ran scrambled back up to sitting, his balls aching. He didn’t think anyone had ever denied him a quick fuck and a new sense of frustration made him clench his fists as he looked at Smith’s closed off body. “I can smell it on you.”
“You can’t smell anything on me.” Smith turned and waved his hand over his shoulder. Fal’ran inhaled, but the human was right. All he smelled was sweat and dirt. It was Smith’s sweat, so it still made Fal’ran’s dick twitch again, but that was it.
But this was ridiculous. Fal’ran knew Smith had been as turned on as Fal’ran, and there was no one here. There was no reason not to fool around. “Smith—”
“Fal’ran.” Smith hardened his voice as he looked over his shoulder and Fal’ran fell silent. Then Smith snorted and shook his head. “Get some rest, soldier.”
Fal’ran groaned and flopped onto his back when the door shut behind Smith with a clang.
You could be something great.
Fal’ran chewed on his lower lip and tapped his fist on the mat beneath him as he replayed the words in his head. Smith had looked so earnest as he’d said that. Serious. Genuine.
You could be something great.
