had been a pleasant summer away in Europe, first to
Kisa's wedding in Budapest-that had been a lot more
enjoyable than they had envisaged-followed by a relaxed,
sunny trip down the Adriatic coast. A respite from
all the gloom and the doom, a reminder that there
were still plenty of happy things going on in the
world, and just how lucky they were. They returned
home in early September, and settled back into life
as it had been. The gym ran smoothly, still as popular
as ever, and Matt was able to take more time off to
indulge in his photography, which had turned out to
be quite successful. Male nudes remained his specialty,
with one particular body appearing more often than
others, though he was very careful about publicizing
his art, using a pseudonym.
had been paying attention to the achingly slow progress
of the repeal of DADT but hadn't been involved as
much as he would have like. One thing for him and
Hooch to be an open secret at the base, quite another
to be seen to be actively interested.
didn't appear as if he had been interested at all,
never mentioning the a potential repeal of DADT. He
did his job like he'd always done, lived his life
with Matt like he'd always lived it. He'd made Major
a couple of years previous, increasingly working on
a strategic level, which he'd learned to accept, because
at fifty-one his body had begun to make him feel the
extremes of his life.
was as it had been, until Tuesday, 20th of September.
had gone to work early, leaving Matt in bed with a
cup of coffee beside him. With the top news of the
day firmly embedded in his mind, he dumped his pack
on his desk first, before walking straight to his
Bozic, what a surprise." The man looked up. It
had been three COs since Hooch had taken the instructor
post, three men who could have been clones of each
morning, Sir." Hooch saluted, then sat down when
indicated. "About the Ball at the end of the
Major?" The man looked slightly harried. He hadn't
been in his post long, and Hooch doubted that he knew
very much about anything that wasn't plainly in front
of his face.
feel it necessary to inform you that I will bring
my long-term partner for the first time." Hooch
looked at the man with an unreadable expression.
glance look in his direction as the Colonel focused
on him. "I fail to see
" he began,
before it registered what Hooch was saying. The man
blinked, as he remembered the news of the day, even
though it felt like he'd been spending months at endless
committee meetings on the topic. Another blink. "Ah.
I see. That's
" he swallowed, and a look
of disbelief crossed his face before it was forcibly
schooled back to neutrality. "Forgive me' Major,
this is somewhat unexpected."
all due respect, Sir, but from what I understand,
you must be one of the very few personnel on base
for whom this will be unexpected." Hooch's face
was still in neutral.
Colonel opened and closed his mouth several times
as though discarding the first few responses before
settling rather feebly for: "I appreciate that
you are telling me in advance, Major." Treading
water while trying to get his lagging brain into order,
to process both new pieces of intelligence. "I
presume," he hesitated just a fraction on the
pronoun, "your partner is aware of the etiquette?"
Hooch tried very hard to keep his poker face, but
a grin was threatening to break out. "I assure
you that he does. He is a former US Marine and first
Gulf War veteran where, incidentally," Hooch's
blasé air was spoiled by his grin, "we
see," the Colonel said faintly, and it was clear
that he was trying very hard not to see. "Twenty
years," he said, almost to himself. "I
he stopped, "that was a remarkable exercise in
settled back in his chair. "The first seven were
easy, we didn't live together. The second thirteen
were trickier, but I had help on base. Seems that
ignoring anything and everything has been a specialty
of my boys." Hooch sat up straight once more.
"Are you familiar with my military record, Sir?"
Colonel had given up trying to hide his shock and
simply stared and nodded. "Yes, I am very aware
of it, Major."
you say I served my country well?"
course." Not quite knowing but suspecting where
the conversation was going, but without a way to avoid
answering the simple truth to the simple question.
you wouldn't think I have been a bad influence on
the morale of my men in any way."
look, unreadable. "No, of course not." The
words almost forced out.
checking." Hooch stood up. "If you don't
need me for anything else, Sir, I'd better get to
the Colonel echoed faintly, still not quite believing
his ears. "Thank you for telling me, Major. I
he blinked, and tried to finish the sentence. "I
look forward to meeting
he trailed off.
Sir. Matt Donahue." Hooch saluted and strode
out of the office with a shit eating grin on his face.
Colonel watched him go, paused for a second, and then
opened the bottom drawer of his desk filing cabinet
for his hidden bottle of bourbon.
didn't realize he was whistling as he strode along
to the cafeteria to grab his morning coffee. Nor did
he notice the dumbfounded looks from the other personnel
as he passed them. Major Bozic, cheerful, was a sight
a voice somewhere to the left of Hooch called out.
Hooch turned his head, about to step into the canteen.
everything alright, Sir?" there was a look of
disbelief on the speaker's face.
yeah." Hooch grinned, "didn't you hear the
the Captain parroted. Major Bozic grinning was news
got repealed." Hooch turned and walked through
the open door, leaving the Captain standing.
the Captain called after him, then followed, lengthening
his stride. "Sir?" he called again coming
up to Hooch. "Yes
huffed a laugh. "I'm gay, Captain." He grinned
as he turned into the self-service lane.
Captain's jaw dropped momentarily at the pronouncement,
before closing with a click. He wasn't the only one
who had heard Hooch's proclamation, and a buzz began
to spread through the room.
Hooch silently grinned to himself as he filled his
cup. He was fifty-one years old, he'd served his country
all his life, and for many years he'd even laid it
on the line. He deserved some fun on account of others.
day continued as it had begun, with Hooch amusing
himself with the same bluntness. He might be a desk
jockey these days, but he still managed to get all
of Fort Bragg talking, and wasn't it ironic that all
it took was saying out loud his partner was a man.
remained in excellent spirits on the drive home. When
he got back to the gym, Matt was in the reception
area, leaning over the desk, talking to Mandy.
looked up at Hooch's entrance, noting the rare grin.
Hooch dropped his pack on the floor, stepped towards
Matt, took his face into his hands, then proceeded
to kiss him deeply. In the middle of reception, right
in front of staff and customers.
cheering, hooting and hollering was deafening by the
time Matt recovered from his shock and pushed Hooch
away. "I take it that means we're now out."
He said, rather redundantly.
would look more convincing if you didn't push me away."
Hooch grinned as he crossed his arms in front of his
chest, ignoring Mandy's delighted giggle that would
have otherwise scraped his nerves raw.
think?" Matt raised an eyebrow before reaching
for Hooch and plastering himself against the leaner
man, returning the kiss with equal enthusiasm.
noise crescendo started up once more, Mandy's voice
cutting through it all as she delivered a cheerleader-worthy
encouragement. Hooch was breathless and laughing when
they broke the kiss, only now noticing how the training
rooms had emptied and a crowd was filling the reception
area. There wasn't a single person that didn't show
approval. The gym attracted loyal members. "Twenty
years with that kid, how did I survive that?"
laughed. "Come on, old man, I think this calls
for a more private celebration. Clear the way, guys."
Taking Hooch by the arm and pulling him towards the
door to the apartment.
of the regulars shouted: "DADT repealed, huh?"
Others clapped as Hooch raised a thumb, the last bit
of him that was still visible before Matt had pulled
him through the door and up the stairs.
into the door at the top of the stairs, Matt preceded
Hooch into the room by barely a step. "What brought
all that on?"
guy downstairs got it right." Hooch flashed a
grin. "You didn't think I was following the whole
thing, did you?"
blinked. "Oh God, you told everyone on base today,
didn't you?" barely a question.
Hooch grinned, smug from head to toe. "I started
with my CO."
went all the way down to the janitor." Matt groaned.
"How did they take it?"
didn't seem to be a surprise to many. Worst secret
of Fort Bragg." Hooch shrugged.
shook his head, but a smile was beginning to emerge.
"Just when I thought you couldn't pull any more
crazy stunts." He stepped closer and put his
arms around Hooch's neck. "I believe I promised
a private celebration," the smile was full-blown
believe you did." Hooch placed his hands onto
Matt's hips. He really should tell Matt about the
Mess dinner, but he wasn't going to spoil the sex
he was about to get.
Matt disengaged from Hooch and headed in that direction
without waiting for a reply, shedding his clothes
along the way.
followed suit, chuckling as he worked his way out
of his uniform. "Guess I'm getting too old for
was half-asleep, in a sated post-coital haze, playing
with one of Hooch's nipple rings. "You've got
something on your mind," a statement as Hooch
stared at the ceiling.
behind his head, Hooch lay stretched out in all his
smooth and tattooed glory, a feast for Matt's eyes.
"Yeah, I told my CO I'll bring my partner to
the next Ball." Hooch let the words stand in
the room, sounding casual, but there was minute tensing
of his muscles beneath Matt's fingers.
fingers stilled. "Did you now?" Matt's eyes
snapped open, instantly wide awake. "And what
did your CO say to that?"
looking forward to meet you in a couple of weeks."
Hooch replied with a straight face.
I'm sure he does," Matt replied drily. "So,
I'm the 'plus one' now, am I?"
you always been for the last thirteen years?"
guess I have." Matt smiled, his fingers started
moving again. "When is it?"
Saturday this month." Hooch craned his head to
look at Matt. "You OK with that?"
affectionate snort. "I suppose I am." he
paused. "Be weird, actually, Officer's Mess and
that weirder than being there as my partner?"
as weird as the other, actually." Matt replied,
before turning over to his belly so he could look
Hooch in the eye. "I'll come, with one condition:
I get to choose what you wear-under your uniform."
brows rose. He didn't say anything for a moment, then
replied with a firm: "yes."
Matt nodded, "I might just come up with something
huffed. "I'm sure you will. My body is proof
grinned smugly and shifted onto his side. "And
now I really need a nap after all that."
leaned across to kiss Matt's shoulder. "I go
Matt murmured sleepily in agreement, dropping off.
October 2011, Fayetteville
days later, the afternoon of the Ball, Matt was looking
through their toy cabinet, while Hooch had an appointment
with Pam for his regular full body wax. Hooch's well-edited
toy collection had long since outgrown the bottom
drawer of the bedside table, and had expanded to a
wide selection that took up the space of a double-door
touched the collection of leashes, all black leather,
from when he'd have Hooch curl at his feet at the
club, like some enormous pet panther, obedient and
yet patently dangerous. The drawer of neatly arranged
collars, though the first one from the pet store,
its leather supple and worn, still had pride of place.
The polished metal cock cages and chastity devices,
made to measure. The collection of piercing rings
and bars, and the weights to go with them. The containers
of dildos and butt plugs in various sizes and materials.
The wands, metal rods and hollow tubes in differing
lengths and thickness, some of them to be secured
via the piercing holes, others to fuck his cock. Going
through them all, pondering what he might put on Hooch
could choose a collar, but the risk of glimpses of
the collar being seen was small but there, so he abandoned
it in favor of pondering things placed further down:
he could choose nipple rings with weights that would
pull on Hooch all night, which would have him in definite
discomfort. His gaze fell on the brand new chastity
device that looked like something out of sci-fi movie
in polished chrome, which would mean that Hooch's
cock was kept under control all night.
was just pulling open the drawer that held the butt
plugs when he heard a noise at the front door, as
Hooch returned from his appointment. "Matt?"
here," Matt called out.
going to get cleaned up."
Matt smiled to himself when he heard the familiar
sounds of Hooch moving about the apartment, and then
the shower starting.
returned his attention to the toy cupboard to considered
the rest. Not all that much that could feasibly go
under Hooch's uniform-in addition to the collars and
leashes, the wrist and ankle cuffs were out, as was
the rest of the collection of butter-soft black leather.
The chains would jingle too much fastened to the nipple
rings, as fantastic as they looked against the black
ink on Hooch's chest, and the ball spreaders and parachute
weights were equally impossible in uniform. He pondered
a wand, but it would be the first time for Hooch to
wear a metal rod inside his cock anywhere other than
the safety of home or the club. They were out at an
official function tonight, he wasn't going to risk
for Hooch to get into any potential problems.
was that concentrated on evaluating all the possibilities,
that he almost missed Hooch's arrival, but a sound
at the bedroom door made him look up.
was Hooch, naked and with damp hair, leaning against
the door jamb, with a part amused and part curious
expression on his face.
was perfect: beautiful, wild and dangerous as he stood
with his legs braced and his arms behind his back.
Almost all of his body permanently adorned with tribal
tattoos in black ink, which incorporated Matt's initials
several times, and was carefully designed to minimize
the visual impact of Hooch's scars. The stunning design
formed a coherent and artistic whole, running across
his shoulder in back and front, winding around his
biceps, down his pecs and chest, contrasting with
the metal of the heavy gauge rings in his nipples,
along his abs and down his thighs, to snake around
to the back, meeting the first tattoo across the lower
back, where it united with a design up his back, that
flared all the way across his strong deltoids. His
cock, which began to harden under Matt's scrutiny,
with its Prince Albert piercing, and the gleaming
metal rings of the scrotal ladder beneath. Last but
not least the piercing that wasn't visible when Hooch
was standing like this, the guiche ring, Matt's favorite
of them all.
was perfect as he was, and in that moment Matt realized
that it was all about what he could do, what he could
make Hooch wear, how he could make him suffer; there
were no limits. Hooch was well and truly his, in every
sense of the word.
by Matt, and the ownership manifested itself on and
in Hooch's body; on his skin, and through his flesh.
didn't say anything as he picked up some metal, stepping
close to Hooch. He brushed a hand from shoulder to
nipple, lingering, caressing, before removing one,
then the other of Hooch's usual rings. Teasing them
alternately before putting in the heavier rings with
stepped back to admire his handiwork. "Now get
looked taken aback, but if the lack of any other adornments
surprised or even disappointed him, he didn't voice
it. Instead he just nodded and started to dress in
his uniform. He could feel the weight pull and tug
at his nipples with each movement, causing sensations
that shot straight to his cock.
smiled at Hooch's discomfort and brushed a kiss against
his cheek as he stood up. "You'll have to learn
to control your cock unless you want to spend the
night with a hard-on." He watched Hooch for a
moment, before making a slow gesture across the assortment
of gleaming metal, black silicone and leather, laid
out on the bed. "Then again, you might want to
think about what I'm going to do to you once we get
swallowed as he carefully slipped into the starched
shirt. The touch of fabric against his over-sensitized
nipples made him want to hiss. "I think in that
case I'll be spending the night with a hard-on."
see." There was a gleam in Matt's eye as he turned
to the wardrobe for his own clothes. "It depends
how it goes tonight."
the time they returned to the gym late at night, Hooch
was desperate after Matt had told him at they left
the function, that he wanted him to undress the moment
they stepped through the door. Careless of his dress
uniform, Hooch obeyed the order, leaving pieces of
clothing strewn across the living room for a miffed
Rex to ignore as he was woken from a sound sleep on
Matt's voice was deceptively soft as he kept Hooch
from turning into the bedroom. "Brace yourself
on the dinner table." He knew he didn't have
to explain anything else, and true to his knowledge
of things unspoken and years spent together, Hooch
immediately went across, hands far apart on the table,
bending over until the metal of the weighted nipple
rings touched the cool surface, and spread his legs
as wide as he could.
sound of a tube being flicked open in Hooch's back,
and the rustle of clothes, before a hand too hold
of his hips and he was nudged further down.
make a sound," Matt ordered, and the next moment
he entered, not allowing Hooch to accommodate to his
cock. It took only a few thrusts before he came, while
Hooch fought to remain silent, his body entirely ignored
recovering for a few seconds, Matt withdrew with a
kiss to the back of Hooch's neck. Not having been
given permission to move, Hooch remained bent over
think," Matt said against Hooch's ear, "I'll
put you into the new device tonight. Consider it the
first stage of your chastity training." He ran
his hands over and down Hooch's tattooed back, all
the way to his ass, which he cupped in both hands.
Pulling Hooch's ass checks apart, Matt bent down and
swiped his tongue along the crack, catching some of
his own cum that had been leaking.
trembled, and the tension in his body told Matt how
much Hooch had to control himself to remain silent.
first," Matt stood back up, "you're going
to hold my cum inside you, stretched and ready for
me in the morning."
nodded silently, swallowing hard.
move." With that order, Matt went into the bedroom
to the toy cabinet, where he'd laid out what he'd
returned with a butt plug that was not the largest
in the collection by far, but made of cold, unforgiving
metal, and designed to be locked to the new device.
He didn't prepare Hooch, using the cum in Hooch's
ass as the only lube to take the worst off the burn,
as he pushed the plug slowly into Hooch, letting him
feel every movement as he twisted the cool metal inside,
until it was embedded deeply in Hooch, held inside
by Hooch's own body.
was rewarded with an instant quickening of Hooch's
breath, and another tremor, more pronounced this time.
the first time I tied you to the bed?" Matt asked.
asked for twelve hours, then." Matt reached down
and ran a hand across Hooch's tattooed pecs, twisting
and flicking each heavy nipple ring in turn, while
Hooch fought to remain silent. "You get twelve
hours now." Matt suddenly pulled Hooch up to
stand. "Go take a cold shower, make sure the
plug stays inside you, and don't touch yourself. You're
not going to come, but I want your cock to be soft
when you return."
bastard." Hooch groaned out, the order to remain
silent forgotten. His voice was hoarse with arousal
and unfulfilled need. "You're a fucking bastard
and I fucking love you."
I love you." Matt's smirk didn't disappear as
he lightly slapped Hooch's shoulder to get him going.
"I give you five minutes."
was satisfied that Hooch's movements weren't completely
sure when he watched him go to the bathroom to force
the arousal down. In the few minutes it took for the
cold water to work, Matt went to the bedroom to take
hold of the chastity device, which had cost more to
manufacture to their exact specifications, than many
looked up when Hooch returned, stepping through the
door and close to the bed, still damp, and his black-inked
skin covered in goose bumps, but his cock was soft,
dark eyes tracked Matt's finger over the metal. Brand
new, immaculate craftsmanship, and fashioned perfectly
to Hooch's body with a few special features: the cage
for his cock had studs inside that would make any
hard-on more uncomfortable than most other devices;
the rear opening was large enough to fuck and even
fist-fuck him while he wore the device, and it sported
secure fastenings for butt plugs of varying sizes.
It was expertly created to be worn for extended periods
of time, making it possible for Hooch to piss and
get cleaned out, but never to come, unless Matt his
owner allowed him to.
smile grew as he picked up the device. Hooch widened
his stance for easier access, and stood eye to eye
before Matt slowly moved to kneel down, so that he
could look at what he was doing. Carefully fitting
the device on at the front, moving with gentle fingers
so as not to touch Hooch's cock unnecessarily while
locking the cage around it. He avoided the heavy gauge
Prince Albert piercing until the very last moment,
when he fit a small bar through the piercing's ring,
fixing Hooch's cock to the cage even more securely,
before pointing the cage down and snapping it to the
chrome base. Moving his hands between Hooch's legs,
Matt brushed against the guiche ring while pushing
the base plate snugly back, then arranged all three
rings of Hooch's scrotal ladder piercing until they
lined up perfectly to the bar-fitted slots that had
been worked into the device. He snapped each bar shut
through each ring, then closed the two halves of the
device at Hooch's hips, which locked securely, with
only Matt having the key to open it.
stepped back to admire the view of the polished, gleaming
chrome against Hooch's smooth and tattooed skin. "Now
lie down and sleep." He pulled the covers back
to emphasize his order.
shuddered when he tried to obey, because every movement
caused sensations that shot straight to his cock,
which instantly swelled against the confines of the
cage but the metal studs dug painfully into the hardening
flesh, tormenting between arousal and pain. He tried
to will his breathing back down to normal to have
any chance of sleep, but utterly failed. A cacophony
of counteracting sensation threatened to drive him
insane: his cock was hard and yet unable to fully
be, with the studs digging painfully into the aching
flesh, the piercings in his cock and balls being manipulated
with the tiniest of movement.
A sheen of sweat appeared on his forehead, as he forced
himself to get onto the bed. Lying down nearly made
him gasp, but he bit his lower lip to stay silent,
feeling the rapidly warming metal plug move inside
his ass, which was still overly sensitive from the
far-too quick fuck. With all of the hardware locked
securely into place, there was nothing he could do
but bear the sensations that simultaneously made him
want to beg for more, and plead for less.
Hooch lay on his back to at least avoid any more movements
to his tortured nipples, figuring that he wasn't going
to get any sleep for the rest of the night.
Matt lay down next to Hooch pulling the covers over
them both. "Wouldn't do for you to get bored
danger of that." Hooch answered hoarsely, breaking
the silence once more.
grinned and reached out a hand to play with the heavy
you want me to sleep
" Hooch gasped, "this
is not the best way."
grin grew, if possible, ever wider. "Oh,"
he rumbled, not taking his hand off Hooch's chest,
"maybe not, but we're not going to know unless
we try." Matt's hand crept southward over the
metal of the locked device, warm from Hooch's body
heat, and settled between his legs. Flicking the guiche,
he was rewarded with a suppressed groan from Hooch,
whose whole body trembled. "Next time, I'll keep
you in for twenty-four hours." He mused, "and
then I'll show you off at the club and I'll let you
get fucked by anyone who wants to, all night, while
you wear this." He saw the effect his words had
on Hooch, whose struggles increased. "And after
" Matt murmured into Hooch's ear, lips
touching while he spoke, "I'll keep you in it
for a whole weekend, not allowing you to come, or
even an entire week, while you're off duty."
smiled when Hooch whimpered.
me see," Matt contemplated, while his fingers
kept moving over metal and lightly touching the trembling
skin beneath. "I spent the evening with you,
in a roomful of officers and their wives, ten days
after the repeal of DADT, a CO who still can't quite
believe that his most senior Delta instructor came
out of the closet, and, of course, the food was shit.
Except for the food, it was pretty good, actually."
His fingers teasingly glided over the slots. "Still,
I think you deserve your twelve hours."
groaned. "If I begged on my knees, would that
Matt told him, his tone cheerful. "How about
I let you do whatever you like to me, as soon as the
twelve hours are over
" trailing off temptingly
as he propped himself up, hand under chin, looking
straight at Hooch.
anything." Trust and mischief warred in Matt's
eyes while his grin grew. "And now back to silence.
I need my sleep." He stretched out next to Hooch,
head on pillow, and closed his eyes.
bastard." Hooch murmured, before he shut up and
succumbed to his body's suffering and his mind's peace.
had finally fallen asleep towards morning, lying prone,
arms and legs spread out. He did not move as Matt
slid out of bed to throw on shorts and T-shirt in
preparation for letting Rex out. The dog was not happy
at being woken up and persuaded into the main part
of the gym with access to the small grassed area in
the back, and even unhappier when Matt filled up the
food and water bowls in the reception area as the
early morning cleaner could be seen pulling into the
was still asleep when Matt returned to the bedroom,
stripped and straddled Hooch's hips, then unlocked
the plate that kept the metal plug in place. Hooch
stirred, awake from one second to the next, dark eyes
focusing on Matt, who said nothing, just smiled at
a little, Matt unfastened the plug and removed it,
causing a moan to escape from Hooch. Matt nudged him
onto all fours, grateful for the design of the device
that allowed him to fuck Hooch with no difficulty,
while Hooch remained caged and desperate. Entering
him with only the a small amount of lube to ease the
passage for himself, Matt soon picked up pace and
thrust deeply into Hooch, holding his hips steady
with both hands. He was getting to the edge too soon,
the view of Hooch's tattooed back, with his own initials
permanently inked into Hooch's skin, and the chrome
encasing Hooch's hips and ass, except for where Matt
was fucking him, were too many and new sensations.
By the time he came, Hooch was pleading in mindless
whimpers, but Matt hadn't planned on mercy fully aware
that not showing mercy was the greatest mercy of all.
pulled out quickly, still hard, and immediately pushed
the metal plug back inside Hooch, and locked it. Matt's
own voice was breathless, as placed a kiss on Hooch's
sweaty back. "Now get more sleep."
answer was desperate groan, but he lay back down as
ordered. He closed his eyes, breathing still rapid
and his entire body flushed, as Matt left the bedroom
to take a shower.
fucked Hooch twice more within the twelve hour slot.
First after breakfast, during which Hooch had struggled
to find a position to sit at the table that didn't
drive him insane. That time, he ordered Hooch to remain
in position: bent over the dining table, legs spread,
ass open and leaking, and took photos of the sight,
before the plug returned.
after he'd been experimenting with weights and chains
in Hooch's nipple rings. Which had proved such an
exquisite torment for a man who had come before by
merely torturing his over-stimulated nipples. Once
again he told Hooch to stay still, bent over and gripping
his ankles, as he took more pictures, cataloging the
gleaming metal around the abused flesh, framed by
dark ink on sweaty skin. Some of his black and white
photos of H's body had made it into a gallery at the
club, blown up large and displayed along the theatre,
and he expected some of these to be added to them.
never altered the pattern of fucking Hooch until he
had come and Hooch was desperate, then locked the
plug back in place, keeping his cum inside. By the
time Matt fucked him for the fourth and last time,
Hooch was slick and loose, his body accepting Matt's
cock without resistance.
the twelve hours were up, Matt simply jangled the
keys in front of Hooch's face. He had rarely seen
Hooch's eyes blown so wide and dark, a new expression
caused by new sensations. "I guess it's payback
time." He grinned.
One word was all Hooch asked, while Matt worked on
Matt repeated. Taking off the device was much simpler
and faster than could be guessed, even with the integration
with Hooch's hardware. He laid it carefully on the
table, together with the keys, before turning back
to Hooch. "Absolutely anything."
lightly touched his abused cock, breathing deeply
a few times, before a wide grin spread across his
face. "I'm going to fuck you until you beg me
counting on it," Matt managed to say, before
that day, Hooch came out of the bathroom, freshly
showered and cleaned inside and out. All piercings
carefully treated, his smooth skin moisturized, especially
the areas where the device had chafed. He stopped
at the open doorway to the bedroom, smiling at Matt
who lay spread eagled, snoring softly. Hooch padded
to the kitchen area to make a couple of strong coffees,
then brought them back to the bedroom and sat down
on the bed. "Hey, sleeping beauty."
blinked, bleary-eyed at the smell, as he groaned and
sat up, stiff and sore in almost every muscle imaginable,
but the tired grin on his face told that he didn't
regret it one bit. He accepted the coffee gratefully.
"Nothing like home," he yawned, then looked
at Hooch, who was completely at peace and relaxed.
studied Matt's face for a while. "No, there really
hummed thoughtfully, taking a few sips of his coffee.
"Mom is knitting a winter hat for you for Christmas.
She insisted you needed one that's not black, you
she?" Hooch smiled.
and Emily sent you another drawing just last week,
needs to get ready for the show next week, doesn't
the fall charity horse trail you're leading is next
month, isn't it?"
is." Hooch's grin widened.
is going to stay over for a couple of days at the
end of the month, isn't she?"
we're going to have a BBQ for your birthday, aren't
realize, Hubert Bozic," Matt put the coffee onto
the bedside table, out of potential harm's reach,
"that your big bad Delta ass hasn't just been
tamed, but that it has become positively suburban?"
Matt's grin was splitting his face.
next moment his yelps were muffled when Hooch smothered
him with a pillow, laughing all the way.