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Sharpes Saviour: A Story of Flanders
On the Road to Aschendorf: Missing Scene
This is just a little something extra that I wrote but didn't include in the Flanders story. It had no bearing on the story, but it was fun! It takes place at the begining of part 24. You may recognise the first two paragraphs. Comments are always welcome.
Disclaimers as per previous. M/M content, procede with caution, all that stuff...
Sharpes Saviour: A Story of Flanders
On the Road to Aschendorf: Missing Scene
inally, with the dawn already showing on the horizon, Whyte and Garrard deemed it was safe to take a short break. They found a sheltered copse of trees just off the road that afforded cover and Tom sat down wearily beside Sharpe. Six men had been set to stand picquet and with that final responsibility taken care of Tom allowed his eyes to close.
"Was it really yer birthday Tom?" he heard Sharpe's voice ask, close to his ear. "Yes it was and don't yer go getting any ideas." Tom said firmly. Sharpe laughed softly "Got no idea what yer talking about Tom." he said innocently.
Tom listened to Sharpe fidget beside him, and realised that the younger man was probably still too excited by the nights events to relax and rest. "Lie still Dick, I'm trying to sleep." Tom muttered.
Slowly Tom became aware of another sound intruding through the stillness, a breathless sobbing. "Christ!" Tom murmured as he raised his head and looked around. Young Josh Smith was sitting some distance away with his blanket wrapped around his shoulders, crying again. "You'd better go and try to keep Josh quiet." Tom said to Sharpe, "The other lads don't take too kindly to tears. It's ...well it's just not the sort of thing a soldier should be doing."
Dick nodded "Sure Tom, I'll try and take his mind off it, tell him a few stories or something. I don't feel like sleeping yet anyway."
Sharpe wandered over and sat down beside Smith and Tom heard their faint voices drift towards him as he closed his eyes again. "He'll be waiting for you Josh, he's probably worried sick about you." said Sharpe and Smith hiccuped before saying "Are you sure Dick?"
"Course I'm sure, Bill's too good to get caught by the French, anyway, someone would have seen him if he got shot, there were no bodies of British soldiers in the village, so he must have got away." Sharpe paused and Tom noticed that his voice had taken on a cheekier tone when he started talking again "What yer have to do is think up a surprise for him for when we get to Aschendorf."
Tom opened one eye and peered at the two young men who now sat leaning against a large tree not far from him. He looked around quickly at the rest of the men, but all were quiet and several snores could be clearly heard. Tom looked back in time to hear Sharpe say "It's all to do with how you use your tongue." All thoughts of sleep fled from Tom's mind as he instantly became alert.
"Oh I think I understand now, it's because the French are called frogs and frogs catch flies with their tongues." Said Josh Smith who suddenly sounded much happier. "They do?" asked Sharpe who now sounded very puzzled. "Why yes, they have very long tongues and they stick them out and catch flies. I'll pretend you're the fly, is this how you do it?"
Tom watched as Josh Smith poked his tongue out at Dick Sharpe who shook his head and frowned, "No, NO, Josh, yer got to open yer mouth a bit. A bit more...yes, Now I'll be Bill and yer can practice."
Sharpe leaned in slowly towards the younger man and kissed him. Even from this distance Tom thought he could hear their breathing and then realised it might be his own. He shut his own mouth and swallowed, suddenly regretting that he had sent Sharpe over there.
The two infantrymen broke apart, both licking their lips and catching their breath. "See, it's easy." Said Sharpe and Smith nodded, his tongue darting out to lick at his lips again.
"I think I've got it Dick, but could we do it again just to be sure." He leaned eagerly towards Sharpe who met him half way and they both commenced to kiss again.
Tom groaned, unable to do more than watch as Sharpe reached behind Smith to pull him closer and Smith slid his small hands up onto Sharpe's chest and then down lower. They lay down together, suddenly caught up in the heat of passion that had sparked between them and was now threatening to set them on fire.
Sharpe pulled away for a moment and they both gasped for breath, but Josh Smith whispered something then, something so quiet that Tom couldn't hear and Sharpe smiled and said very slowly "Let me teach you something else Josh. You'll really like this. Remember what that whore was doing to the Frog?" He pulled the blanket up over them and Tom raised his head trying to get a better view but Sharpe had disappeared under the blanket and was now only a dim form that moved in the pale light of dawn. Smith lay back, his breathing heavy until he suddenly started spluttering. This was soon followed by gasps and loud groans before one of Sharpe's hands snaked out and clamped down over his mouth to silence him.
Tom sat up and looked back at the sleeping forms of the Infantrymen. He expected the pickets come running to see if the French were attacking! Not quite, he thought wryly and turned back to the bizarre scene taking place in front of the tree. Poor lad will have bruises on his mouth, Tom thought idly as he watched Smith bucking and moaning with Dick Sharpe's hand still hard against his mouth. He's choking, thought Tom in alarm as Smith suddenly tried to sit up only to convulse and fall back hitting his head against the tree.
But Dick Sharpe removed his hand, threw the blanket back and sat up, looking smug as he licked his lips and leaned in to kiss Josh Smith again. Showing remarkable recovery, Smith stopped gasping for breath and wrapped his arms and one leg around Sharpe, as he kissed him back.
"Do yer want to try that?" asked Sharpe with a grin and a gasp and Smith giggled [giggled? thought Tom!] "Yes please, but you'll have to tell me if I'm doing it right." he replied and lost no time in reversing their positions. "Just be careful of yer teeth," said Sharpe with a hiss and Smith popped his head out of the blanket "Can you be quiet Dick, I don't think I can do this and cover your mouth at the same time, it's too complicated." Sharpe smiled, "Don't worry about me Josh, I can be real quiet."
Tom sat there watching, unobserved by the two young men who were so caught up in their fun and games that Tom was sure he could have fired his musket and they still wouldn't have noticed.
"That's it," said Sharpe as he leant back on his elbows "Yes, move it around a bit more, yes like that...up and down's good, yes, that's good." He stopped talking for a moment to pant a bit and swallow, before laying down on his back "Oh yes, just there, that's good Josh, a bit more, a ...bit...harder...." Sharpe's voice was slowly getting louder and Tom looked around in panic, wondering for a moment if he should go over and put his own hand over Sharpe's mouth to keep him quiet. Serves him right, Tom thought with an evil smirk.
"Oh yes! Yes, yes, like that,... oh, yes,...oh, yes, harder, yes, yes, more, oh Shit YES!"
Silence descended once again and Tom became aware of the faint sounds of snoring still coming from the sleeping men. He shut his own mouth which was hanging open again and lay down just as Josh Smith emerged from beneath the blanket, panting.
"Was that all right Dick." He asked in his quiet little voice. By way of answer Sharpe pulled him down for another seering kiss.
Bloody Hell, surely they'll go to sleep now, thought Tom, although sleep was the last thing he knew he would be able to do in the little time that remained for resting.
"That was just fine Josh, yer did real good." Said Sharpe his voice sounding tired. He gathered the younger man onto his chest and soon they were both asleep.
Less than an hour later the infantrymen were stirring again and Tom took great delight in waking the two sleepy young privates.
"Wake up we have to get going." Said Tom as he nudged Sharpe with his boot.
Josh Smith looked up with worried eyes and immediately raised his hand and wiped his mouth. Tom almost burst out laughing.
"Are you all right now Josh?" he asked "Yer sounded quite distressed while we were resting."
Smith paled, "Fine Tom, I'm fine" he squeaked and jumped up only to find that his breeches were still undone. "Oh shit" he said as he blushed deep red. Just at that moment Dick Sharpe opened his eyes and yawned. He looked from Tom who stood there frowning, to Josh who was hastily buttoning his breeches then down at his own state of undress, before looking back to Tom and biting his lip.
"Sorry Tom, we sort of got carried away." He said quietly.
Tom reached down and pulled Sharpe up to stand very close in front of him. He kept his face stern and stared into Sharpe's eyes. "And just who do yer think is going to explain this to poor bloody Bill Hanson?" he asked and Sharped dropped his eyes, a chastened look on his face.
Tom could pretend no longer "Bloody Hell, he's going to get one hell of a shock when Josh does that to him." The two young men both looked at Tom and stared in disbelief. "Yer'd better make sure there's no one else around when you do that Josh, cause if he makes half as much noise as Dick did yer going to wake half the Regiment!" He smiled at them both. "Now both of you shut yer mouths before they get yer into more trouble."
The End.
Sept. 1998