Silence
by Persian Slipper
Disclaimer: Not my boys. Though I would love to see the adventures of Ben Fraser, Boy Cadet.
He whimpered.
He shouldn't have; his self-control was better than that, but what Steve was doing was better, so much better than what he could have ever done to himself and it overrode his control for just a moment.
Steve lifted his head from between Ben's legs. Ben wanted to beg him to continue, to plead with him to put his tongue back where it had been, but he couldn't; he should be silent and so he was.
"Right. Quiet. We wouldn't be caught in conduct unbecoming cadets, would we?" Steve was smiling as he said it, and still smiling as he bowed his head back to the cleft between Ben's buttocks, but Ben still thought of the consequences if they were caught. The regulations said nothing about their fraternization, but he was unsure if this eventuality was covered. He tried to remember, but the slow insistent lapping of Steve's tongue banished all knowledge of the rule book.
God God God God God God, Ben screamed silently. Steve had *fingers* in him now, using the bottle of neat's foot oil Ben used to shine his boots as lubricant. The feeling was far beyond anything Ben had ever managed to accomplish in his furtive explorations, either in his grandparent's cabin or here at the Depot.
He was biting his lips and drawing blood now. Steve was pressing up against something gloriously good inside him. There were groans threatening to escape his lips. He felt as if he would burst trying to hold the sounds back, but he did not, and no noise passed his lips.
He contained himself when Steve entered him, even though it was a trial, but when he finally came he could not hold back. He bit the pillow to muffle his scream.