Warning: Rated [MA] Mature Adults only. Contains strong m/m sexual scenes, violence, coarse language and adult themes.
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Rating: MA m/m references
Deepest apologies to Bernard Cornwell.
For those who didn't get a programme from the Sharpe Convention, the intro by BC starts off like this:
Richard Sharpe appeared out of the darkness and walked to the fire where Sergeant Harper was brewing tea. "I'm bloody tired" Sharpe said in curt greeting, then took off his shako, unslung the rifle from his shoulder, eased the pack from his back, unbuckled his sword belt and pulled the haversack's strap over his head.
"It's like watching a woman undress" Harper said, "only not so exciting."
"You must be bloody desperate" Sharpe said, sitting down "Is that tea wet?"
No who could resist adding a little bit more?
Not Everyone's Cup Of Tea.
By Minerva
"Tea'll be ready in a minute and well yer could say that Sir. It's the dead of winter and here we are in the middle of bloody nowhere, patrolling the Portuguese Spanish boarder. Every time we come to a village I'm too busy keeping the lads out of trouble to get into any myself. So of course I'm bloody desperate." grumbled Harper
Sharpe sat down wearily and replied "Well if there's anything I can help yer with Harper.." he never finished however as the big Irishman pounced on him pushing him backwards and proceeded to unfasten both their breeches.
"Thanks for the offer Sir, I knew yer'd understand." he said grinning.
"Christ Harper!" exclaimed Sharpe "What about a bit of foreplay?"
Muttering curses under his breath Harper proceeded to lick Sharpe's ear, kiss his neck and slide his hands up and down his Captain's thigh a few time. "Is that enough Sir? he asked.
"Aye, aye, just get on with it." said Sharpe resignedly.
Harper had both their trousers down around their ankles by now and wasn't wasting any time. He rolled Sharpe over and pulled him into position.
"Not this again." complained Sharpe with a sigh "I know 273 different ways to it and yer always choose this one!"
"Well half of them involve hanging upside-down and I like to keep my feet on the ground Sir." said Harper breathlessly.
"Aye , yer feet on the ground and yer boots on yer feet! Have yer ever thought about talking all yer clothes off, Harper? It can be quite good like that!"
"Bloody hell Sir, we're in the middle of a War. What if the bloody French come!" Harper gasped.
"Well I'm sure they couldn't come any quicker than you Harper! What's taking yer so long this time!"
"If you'd shut up I might be able to concentrate." said Harper and proceeded to grunt and groan and gasp a bit more.
Finally, after several gasps and some very loud prayers Harper rolled over and closed his eyes.
"And what about me Harper?" said Sharpe sounding more than a little annoyed. Make a man a sergeant and he thought he could get away with anything!
"Give me a minute Sir, then I'll take care of it." he said giving Sharpe a quick stroke.
"Bloody Hell Harper is that all yer think about! Forget the sex, I'm still waiting for my bloody cup of tea!"
The End. June 1998