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âAâight, Buck,â Buckyâs shifting his weight from one foot to another. His eyes on Gale, his arms folded. âTouch yourself.â
Gale hesitatesâreluctant, unsure, suspended between two selves: the one in the mirror and the one in the room. Gale isnât sure which one heâs looking at and which one is looking back at him. "How?" Galeâs reflection asks hoarsely. "How youâd like to be touched," Bucky says, and it strikes like a match on dry tinder. It sets Gale ablaze, overtakes him. First comes the sound, then the full blowâthe stinging pain, at once cold and burningâwhen he strikes himself across the face.
He uses his right hand, on impulse, so it makes his face swerve to the left, and his upper body follows. Heâs panting, he realizes, and fuck, does it feel good for a momentâthe absolute clarity of self-inflicted, unreserved pain. Buckyâs gaze doesnât waver, although his jaw locks for a split second.
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Masters of the Air Fanfiction
Requested: yesâŠVirgin!Gale + Maureen/Gale bonding
Universe: Friends in the Crucible (pacific au)
Summary: âGet laid, Buck.â Doc Egan prescribed with his peculiar brand of deathly serious compassion, âHell, Iâll write you a prescription for it, if it soothes your conscience, but Iâm serious. Serve your jitters better than any syrette or Amphetamine.â
Warnings: all the sex! 18+.|| both tender and feral || Doc Egan being a unorthodox but loving menace, a theme of ptsd and body tremors/insomnia -poor Gale is going through it after a whole war, drug mentions, erectile disfunction, Maureen is aggressive but everythingâs consensual, usage of the word âJapâ. Graphic descriptionsïżŒ of Galeâs virginity loss, male overstimulation and an amusing amount of thought given to Buckyâs existence during the act ⊠im sure that wonât lead to anything when Maureen returns to base and reports to Egan about it, right? Hahaha of course not, that would be craaazy
Word count: 10k
âBuck, come on now, itâs not a prison sentence, itâs just a little time off.â
âI donât need time off.â Gale reiterated, a panicked sort of fierceness creeping into his tone as his appeal now stretched into something longer than the usual flippant favors Egan was customarily so eager to dole out.
âThose hands suggest ya do.â John gave a not unkind glance of sympathy at the twitching fingers rattling on the armrests of Clevenâs chair.
12 rescue missions in 15 days. Flying upwards of ten hours each. Heâd done worse before, but then again, that had been when he was fresh, younger, less banged up from the head hitting the cockpit wall.
âSending me to go watch flamingos and contemplate sand or some shit isnât gonna make me steadier.â Gale very much feared his gripes were beginning to sound like begs, âDonât send me off like this. Donât.â
âPetrified of flamingos?â John hummed, glancing down at his chart as if contemplating making a note of this new malady, âMaybe if your dad had taken you to a zoo once or twice as a kid youâd not be scared stiff of the prospect.â
Cleven stared back at him with the most hurt eyes John had ever seen. He balled his own fist up to remember the rightness of his point, even if heâd delivered it about as clumsily as a marriage proposal at a funeral. âThe hell would you say something like that?â Buck whispered, not even angry, just utterly lost.
âBuck, Iâm just sayinâ -inability to slow or be alone, itâs classic symptoms of battle fatigue.â
âI donât wanna sit on a beach when I could be helping, Iâm perfectly capable of still helping! You know it!â
âBut you canât sleep.â John circled back to where this all began, with Gale asking if there was anything to knock a fella out when 82 hours of insomnia wasnât sufficiently exhausting.
âGive me something, youâre a doctor! Goddamnit, John!â Gale finally broke, voice raising and fists clenched.
âSurgeon, technically.â John gave him a wane smile, âAnd I canât dope up an active pilot.â
âJust an active surgeon.â Gale sneered, tit for tat on the insults.
John nodded grimly but murmured, âThe day Gale Cleven becomes John Egan is a day this whole operation can pack up and go home.â
âSo you're being the better man,â Gale scoffed, â-sending me to watch flamingos.â
âIâm not givinâ you shit.â he confirmed, âUnless itâs an assignment.â
âWill it keep me outta the flak asylum?â
âIf you comply to all the regulations, maybe.â Egan shrugged.
âGo on?â
âGet laid, Buck.â his friend prescribed with his peculiar brand of deathly serious compassion, âHell, Iâll write you a prescription for it, if it soothes your conscience, but Iâm serious. Serve you better than any syrette or Amphetamine.â
âThatâs your ultimatum?â
âNo, no, my ultimatum is that you go on a little sabbatical with one of my nurses, sheâll keep an eye on you and you can make yourself useful, helping her unload heavy shit at the aid station theyâre setting up at Peleliu. My recommendation is that when she comes into your room at the end of the day and drops her knickers, you lay back and think of Wyoming.â
Major Cleven had thought of a million and one ways to bribe or ally the prospective nurse to his side of the deal once he knew which unfortunate female Egan was going to pick for this deplorable detail. Calling his friend a pimp and a bastard had done little good, threatening malpractice and a hardness of heart towards Galeâs own principles -even less. So Gale figured when the time came heâd just gently turn the well meaning comfort gal away and maybe pay her off to lie that theyâd done it: for his handâs sake.
After all, if she was willing to do this, was she even a nurse or was she someone Bucky dressed up in Red Cross arm bands like some sleazy fantasy? Gale didnât think any of the nurses heâd encountered would be willing to go along with such a sordid âassignment.â Sure, some of them were -carefree. Indulgent. Easy, as the men sometimes called them before getting a stinging cheek that proved them wrong. But they were a proud bunch and they had earned it.
Rolling a toothpick in his cheek, Buck pondered these things while sat on the bench of a Goony Bird waiting for his nurse to hop into the cargo hold with him and off theyâd go to Pelilu. The situation was made worse by the suspense of who it might be and the insulting foreignness of being on a plane but not piloting. It made Gale feel an odd sort of feeling close to self pity that he hadnât felt in ages, not since he was a kid and the nostalgia of it wrung him out of all energy. He made himself sit on that metal bench motionless as the heat index rose on the tarmac and made up a fun little game involving trying to see if he could get his hands to stop tremoring for five seconds straight.
So far heâd lost his own wager each time. He told himself if he could make it to five seconds then the nurse Bucky had sent would be a gray haired matron and this really was just a sabbatical to lift boxes and breathe ocean air and get Gale to laugh at himself.
Then Maureen Kendeigh climbed into the hold and squeezed past their cargo of medicine crates and plopped down right next to him, leg bumping his and breathing like a race horse. âI have jogged here the entire way from administration.â she wheezed, tugging at the collar of her shirt where her glistening throat was bobbing in thirst. âSorry Iâm so late, Major. Am I late?â
It could have been Bucky sat next to him: the choice of phrasing was so familiar, the damnable ability to force forgiveness for tardiness with a single smile so predictable. Gale found dread knotting his stomach at the realization it would be her, even as a warmth spread all over him at her sweet presence that had the odd effect of steadying his hands despite the panicked fuzz of his brain at her proximity.
Oh he didnât want this. No, no, no. Heâd like to think of Maureen very much apart, apart from anything but her heroism, not her wide spread stance on the bench beside him or the idea of her dropping her knickers and making him think of Wyoming. He preferred her very much not attainable in the deeper ways and very much not what he saw himself with when all this was over. Whatever she and Doc Egan had was between them and heâd held it up like a shield to keep himself in check, a boy's code of honor about not encroaching on his friendâs girl. Even if said friend didnât have the decency to make said girl âhisâ girl.
But to have Maureen dished up to him on a platter by John when John must have suspected some of Galeâs appreciation for her professional merits -it was somehow worse than any dressed up floozy or the easy new intern. Heâd not be able to pay Maureen off without insulting her. Or outing Eganâs intent. Maybe she didnât know. What if Gale spilled the beans and she was as harmless as himself? What ifâ
âGod, Major, did you sleep at all?â Maureenâs steady fingers were gripping his expressionless face and suddenly turned him towards her, one thumb swiping a tender crescent in his under eyes.
Galeâs eyes seemed to forget blinking was a thing, they grew wide and stayed wide at her inspection and the sandy wind blowing in from the tarmac stung at them as they dried out. âNo,â he found his voice and it came out more winded than hers, âyouâre not late.â he lied.
Once they get to the island, touchdown and unload, thereâs then three hours of driving around the pitted old warzone to the aid station. Thereâs more foliage the more they go, less mortar pitted earth, but the increasing tropical paradise surroundings put Gale on edge. Maureen drives them to their unexplored destination as confident and recklessly as Bucky would, little surprise there. Gale canât help glancing at her with unabashed amusement for the way she keeps her pistol propped on top of the steering wheel with one grip, facing out like a top turret for their hood, while keeping the map balanced on her thigh.
He cradles his own BAR with loose arms, ready to use it. Sure they secured the island months ago, but still, not infrequently some Jap comes out of his hiding hole, a cave, or whatever fucking tree he resides in and surrenders. Or, conversely, some of them have charged with guns blazing or sword drawn, deciding to go out and a bang of glory and take with them whichever hapless American happens to be nearby. That Emperor worship shit ainât happening on on Galeâs watch, and so Maureen gets to drive -she didnât have to beg like that, he was going to let her- and he shoulders the duty of keeping his eyes peeled for the next bush becoming animate and running at them, pulled pin grenade in hand.
âSome relaxation.â he jokes as their jeep lurches into another crater. If itâs not the bomb pits itâs the massive roots crawling over the smashed earth the Marine Corps call a road.
âItâs a reverse strategy!â she informs, grin wide as a sharkâs and Gale could almost draw a little pencil mustache above that top lip and pretend itâs Bucky torturing him thus -hey, that might be a good mode of thought to keep everything strictly professional- âLike when nothing else works, you kick the broken thing.â Gale politely ignores the urge to argue about being broken, thatâs not her point⊠he hopes, âYouâre all shook up,â she goes on, voice raised to be heard over the rev of her driving, âand calm hasnât worked, so why not shake you up worse?!â
He squints at her, fully aware he isnât being chummy like she is trying to be, knowing heâs being a stick in the mud but heâs dying under the uncertainty, chafing under the pretense. Does she know? Or does she not? Five times today heâs resisted the urge to slap her chest like he would Demarcoâs and ask her levelly, man to man, if she knows. âIf this doesnât work then what?â he asks anyway, sober as hell despite the comedic jostling and even Maureenâs joviality dims in the face of his dour mood.
âThen weâll have to get real unorthodox.â she replies, allowing something close to annoyance at his attitude to seep into her own expression and Gale refuses to pull his eyes off her.
Do you know? He wants to ask.
âStop scowling at me and watch for Japs.â she snaps at him so suddenly and so heated he genuinely spooks and turns his body back towards their horizon.
Itâs worse than he thought. Worse than he imagined on the times he lost the bet with his hands and let his mind go somewhere besides a practical joke from Bucky and a gray haired spinster nurse as his companion. The aid station is on the edge of the new camp, far off enough to be genuinely secluded from both sights and smells of the navy station. Itâs a tiki hut, thatched roof and swinging mesh door and lovely little veranda and palm trees and waves lapping up the back steps.
It looks like the sorta place people advertise for honeymoons and Gale stares at it with a 100 yard stare once Maureen grinds the gears to park.
âJesus.â he knows his mouth is curling in disgust and beside him Maureen huffs in disgust with him.
She jumps out of her side of the jeep, not a shred of amusement left on her face. Gale sits and stares and listens to the roar of surf and the clinking of the cooling engine.
âNot bad.â she grunts under the burden of a crate which Gale should be lifting if he could just make his legs work and his mind obey. âBut I bet itâs gonna be a bitch to keep the gnats out though, so much foliage around.â
Her hips sway like a tantalizing pendulum when she jogs up the bungalow stairs, her waist somehow accentuated by the way her arms are lifted to keep the crate hoisted on her strong shoulder and Gale has the perfect seat to watch it. How did he never notice the lines on her before she was doing hard labor? Then he recalls, sheâs mostly been in flight suits around him, heâs never seen her paired down to collared shirts and belted pants. Howâd he never notice the lines on that gi-
âDonât make me drive this thing in the surf to wake you up.â her slap on his listless forearm rouses him to realize sheâs back out at the jeep, standing beside him looking at him as he sits here catatonic like the mental case heâs showing symptoms of being. âAnd take your jacket off, youâre gonna get overheated being so formal.â
âAre you in on it?â he snaps suddenly as she grins at him over his first crate. He canât tell if sheâs mocking him or not but heâs damn tired of it.
âIn on what?â Her face falls.
He canât do it. He just canât do it and he hates himself for being such a coward. âThis.â he chooses vagueness and it tastes foreign and awful on his tongue.
âItâs a week out of the cockpit in paradise, Cleven,â Maureenâs own expression holds back no disdain for his pissy attitude, âman the hell up.â
What Maureen, Gale and five other technicians had loaded into the jeep and itâs buggy in the course of two hours, takes the mere two of them close to four to unload. And thatâs even with Gale keeping a rapid pace to his work like a sweating maniac, feverishly wanting to stop thinking for once. His jacket and shirt are thrown over the chairs that are actually provided as furniture in the place and Maureenâs tie lays discarded on the accompanying desk. The rooms are bare but thereâs two beds in the bedroom with crisp sheets that have only a bit of pollen dusting them and thereâs a desk, as mentioned, three chairs in the main room and Maureen insists they can use crates for a table.
The back room is for the actual medical aid, and Maureen insists nothing gets moved into it until she can sanitize the whole place. So they stack the boxes in the main room and in the bedroom and when the sun gets lower theyâre relieved to find thereâs some dubious provisions for electricity in the place.
âI can get it to work.â Gale decides as Maureen tries flicking the light switch ten times as if to see if the bare bulb will grow a will of its own and turn on for her. It reminds him so much of Buckyâs brand of idiocy that Gale almost forgets himself and reaches out to swat her hand away from the futile flicking.
âOk, then you do that while I keep unloading.â she insists, âWonât be able to do anything if itâs pitch dark in here.â
So Gale drags a chair over and begins to fiddle with the wires tacked to the ceiling, risking electrocution so Maureen Kendeigh can see her way around as she tromps past him again and again in the same path with yet another crate.
Heâs good with his hands. Excellent, in fact, judging by how one bulb flickers then stays steady, then another and another until the inside of the bungalow is aglow with cozy light: enough light for Maureen to appreciate his sweat soaked singlet and the way it rides up his belly when his arms are up and how itâs bright enough for her to scrub the exam room effectively when laying in a room with an insomniatic Gale Cleven gets to her at 3:00 am.
As it surely will. God! -the man is as impossible as he is beautiful, and while she doubted sheâd manage it with him before, the sheer amount of fury she feels towards him right now leaves no doubt. Sheâll shake him up. Like a Fuckinâ Martini. And he doesnât have to like it, probably wonât, but theyâll both feel better after. âIn on itâ -heâs got the gall to ask but not the balls to spell it out, she canât abide a quasi gentleman and so far Gale Clevenâs been nothing but the genuine article. Until now, now when he canât accept certain human things about himself like fatigue or attraction, and he takes it out on her with a sullenness belonging to a much older man.
Maureenâs fine with that, she thinks as ogles the glowing golden skin of his sheened shoulders on one of her passes with a crate, she can take her mad out on him, too. And sheâs got a lot of it. More than John Egan was ever able to lick away.
By 15:00, and some change to the second hand, Gale Cleven was still awake. Little surprise there, not to him, but even though it didnât matter he found himself thoroughly annoyed and taking it out with a lethal glare at the vague gray ceiling, lit by a massive moon over the ocean. Wire and chairs but no curtains -an oversight about the furnishings. It wouldnât have mattered, he knew that, and still the racket Maureen was making put his teeth on edge. It wasnât Bennyâs snoring or Johnâs drunken mumbling but it was a consistent *swoosh, swish* of industry that had Gale feeling a mixture of guilt and determination to keep lying here while she scrubbed.
It had not occurred to him she mightâve needed this break, too. Such as it was, effective as it was not proving. He knew sheâd seen some combat in the beginning at Manila, maybe even worse than Iwo but long hours doing what she was doing now, where she was doing it, was no joke.
The urge to get up and help her was strong but then, so was the crippling fear of being around her in the dead of night and inviting any more of the bossy familiarity sheâd tucked him into bed with. A magnesium capsule! Sheâd made him take three of the maternity horse pills and told him to calm the hell down as if he didn't have ample reason to be on edge with her laying a foot away on another bed, stripped down to her cotton slip. Of course Gale would cite war horrors if anyone asked why he couldnât sleep but to be frank, he wasnât sure why he wasnât managing it these days and it had started awhile ago. Before Maureen Kendeigh glowed sweaty and luminous in the moonlight while gripping his cheeks and puckering his protesting mouth and plopping pills on his lolling tongue.
Thinking of it made his face flame with embarrassment for such a childish resistance. But god, her nursley familiarity sent a cross signal to his brain each time she helped herself to his flesh and no amount of berating himself while sweating in these rough sheets could dislodge the reaction. Closer to fifteen hundred than was remotely chivalrous, Gale threw off his sweat soaked bedding and tromped into the glow of light outside their bedroom, shuffling blearily into the little exam room. He faltered for a brief ten seconds at the doorway watching her undulating movements with sponge in hand and knees on the floor, white slip clinging like a second skin from the sweat.
He felt the sudden medical urge to lick her like the cattle back home lick at the salt block, a strange way of quenching thirst. Was ninety two hours without sleep considered genuine grounds for insanity? He felt like maybe he should be keeping a diary of these fevered thoughts to report back to John and see if he needed to get turned in. This wasnât horniness, this was salt cravings. Yeah, yeah thatâs what it was.
âYou hypocrite.â he felt emboldened to tease and his voice came out rough and lower than even he expected, the disuse of laying there for ages taking a toll.
Maureen looked up like sheâd been spooked herself, a slip and stall of her scrubbing, hair hanging about her face so unprofessionally he realized heâd never seen it in suchâŠdisarray. âOh, the babyâs awake.â she grinned back and he felt an indulgence settle in his gut for her he didnât know existed, âI see my magnesium capsules were a cure all.â
âOh yeah, knock a horse out.â he agreed derisively.
âYour eyes are droopier.â she found a silver lining and as if reminded of the grit in them, his large fists came up and rubbed them meanly.
Like a little boy, she thought, watching him in the harsh light of the bare bulb, warm wood all around him the same color as all that sweaty skin and those skivvies hanging onto the lithest set of hips she may have ever seen. Looked as if one deep breath of that lean belly and the fabric would be goners, slipping down to the floor dramatically like a womanâs pantyhose in those unfortunate comics where thatâs always occurring just when she wants to cross a busy street. Maybe if she could make him belly laugh-
She wished she knew how. She wondered if he knew how.
âGot another Sponge?â he asked and she was reminded why she liked him so much.
âTop crate, there, left, there that one.â She directed him with jerks of her chin until he was at the right one, âIâm using antiseptic.â she warned.
âI know,â he answered, dropping to his knees beside her and making use of her bucket to dunk his sponge, âsmellâs been givinâ me a headache.â
Maureenâs mouth twitched at his tired grumpiness, more endearing now he was still putting effort into being near the caustic shit and the way his golden hair flopped on his forehead with his scrubbing movements. If his hips were that fluid, that rhythmic in cleaning a floor, how much more could she teach him to beââYeah, Iâm sure itâs the anti-septic giving you a headache.â she snarked.
They ate sandwiches heâd gotten from the navy campâs mess on the back porch, letting the sea water lap at their feet. A little stale but it was a much needed breakfast and Gale brought fresh water back, too, and a report that they were nice fellas and entirely too undressed for her to ever go see. That suited her fine, theyâd be a pest if they knew a woman was up here and personally speaking she only needed one man for company, crate lifting, and doing the job well. And she rather had her heart set on it being Gale Cleven. Especially now she got to stare at him under the bright morning sun with a tropical breeze and more skin on display than at a swimsuit contest. Heâd put on a singlet, as if to mark that a day had begun even if they hadnât slept the night, but that was promptly sweat soaked and tiny nipples were pebbling under it from the breeze.
âDid they ask if a nurse came with you?â she pressed him between bites.
âYeah.â he swallowed his bite thickly and licked at the mayo collecting at the corner of his mouth with typical precision, âAnd I lied.â
âWell, well,â she cooed, making him roll his eyes, âhowâd that feel?â
âI have lied before.â he balked.
The look he gave her was both thunderous and remincent and she repented that line of questioning, used to distinguishing in her patients whether a wound was from wartime or stemmed from childhood. âWell whoâd you say came with?â she asked.
âA technician.â he mumbled, blushing for some reason.
âMm, someone nice and hairy and stinky-â
âStop.â he begged.
â-not anyone theyâd wanna meet.â
âI did it for you!â
â-if that makes you sleep at night, Cleven.â she humored him and like lightning, the back of his hand had flicked out and thumped her on the sternum, hard.
âShit!â Maureen clutched the place, more in surprise than pain although heâd walloped her good and well.
âShit!â He parroted in mortification, holding his hand like it was an offensive weapon.
âWhat was that for?â she laughed, âDo I remind you that much of Benny? Are you missing him that bad? Is that who you pretended was with you up here? Huh? Huh? Benny Demarco, now thatâs a beauty to hide under a bushel-â
She was crowding him in on the steps and he was teetering towards falling off, too alarmed at his own outburst to trust his instincts now to shove her off without causing harm -and she knew it. She pressed her advantage and crawled over him with her teasing comments about Demarco until his long body had bowed so far away from herâs it was levitating and then toppled predictably into the surf.
âFuck itâs cold!â he wheezed out as the embrace of the old pacific drenched him and rolled him about at her feet for a few delightful moments before he got his footing and rose, shaking his hair out of his eyes and grabbing for the steps.
âSea bathing was in doctor Eganâs regimen.â she informed remorselessly before extending a merciful hand to help him up. He was slippery and shiny as an eel coming up and the grip of his hand was as strong as she expected. And still she found it intoxicating, the duality of him as he stood there pouting and bitchy over being cooled off. âStay right there baby, Iâll get you a towel.â she patted his chest, right where heâd smacked hers, and went inside.
âIâm not your baby.â She heard him holler to her through the door-less porch. âIâm not your baby.â he reiterated vehemently but lower again when she came out with the towel.
âYes you are.â she argued, âFor this week youâre my baby, whether thatâs a literal infant or not is your choice -and donât start arguing, youâve got to stop it, no oneâs making you do a damn thing.â she insisted, hand raised and his mouth closed satisfyingly as a result, âYouâll be my baby. I know you already had a baby, no? Our baby? Shared her with ten other men, thatâs generous of you-â
â-Ensign!-â
â-so Iâm not gonna be your baby. Youâll be mine and you can find me something to be for the week.â she watched closely as recognition of her logic began to dawn and settle on him, âI could be anyone. I could be Benny Demarco, for instance. If thatâs who you wanna lay next to.â
Gale didnât speak for a long while, eyes off to the side watching the surf lap at the steps and she was still standing there, holding his unused towel. âWho do you want me to be?â he asked finally and his grave perception just about winded her in its raw honesty.
âYou.â she replied honestly, âWhichever version of you made it here with me.â
âAn infant -a baby.â he scoffed and she was suspicious those eyes were watery. And too delayed for it to be from the salt.
âMy baby.â she replied, âNever had one before.â
âWith respect maâam, thatâs Bullshit.â he argued in a fierce hiss, âI know you have, with John and -and-â
âIâve been somebodyâs,â she clarified, âbut I think Iâve grown out of that. Youâll be my baby, huh? Itâs not marriage, Cleven, itâs a week in paradise and hopefully some shut eye, too. So do you want me to be Benny?â
Those watery eyes let one single tear go trickling down his pink cheek alongside the rivulets of ocean water dripping from his hair and Maureen had never felt a single thing heat her up quite like it. âNo,â his chuckle was thick and he sniffed, ânot Benny. Maybe uh, God, I dunno, Iâve never had anyone.â
âThen we can make it up entirely.â she was pleased by the idea of not being a stand-in, although god knows she and John could sympathize more about the need for that than anyone. âWeâll be castaways.â she suggested, sitting back down on the porch now the confrontation was dwindling and in full confirmation of her suspicions, he sat again beside her without fuss.
âMarooned.â he disagreed, chin resting on his hands and a boyish tug pulling up the corner of his lips. âSomething insane you did landed us here.â
âMm, took liberties with the captain's daughter, perhaps?â she teased, daring to run a finger along those golden shoulders and collect a few salt drops. He shuddered under her but stayed put.
âIâm not playing fair maiden for you.â he retorted but his eyes were fond.
âMm, Iâll believe it when I see it.â Maureen was still impossible and Gale felt his gut burn in a bizzare sort of drive to prove her wrong. Heâd hardly ever felt this even with all the jokes from the boys, not even with all the temptations from the girls, it just hadnât seemed something that needed proving. Every flea and salmon could do it, he never doubted when he got married he could manage it credibly enough.
âMr. and Mrs. Jones.â his voice sounded like heâd come to a decision and Maureen squinted at his profile until it clicked.
âIâve never been married before.â she observed breezily.
âAnd I never planned on being married for just a week.â he replied.
âIsnât there a film about this?â she asked, âCary Grant gets stuck on an island and he marries his castaway but then they get rescued and thereâs a first wife?â
âYeah, I think so, actually.â he thumbed at his bottom lip in contemplation and Maureen found it endlessly distracting, along with the bird song and the ocean crash and the sunshine.
âMr. and Mrs. Jones.â she agreed then, settling back on her elbows to stare up at the sun and let it add a few freckles, âAnd when itâs over and youâre rescued, Iâll be the better woman and let Our Baby have you.â
âYouâll always be the best of women, Maureen.â he sounded like the admittance took every fiber of his resolve to say, but sheâd heard it before in his voice weeks ago when she was patching him up.
If a tear slipped out the corner of her shut eyes and down a sun warmed cheek, she wasnât going to make a deal of it, not until she felt his finger catch it tenderly before it dropped from her jaw and rolled it back up.
She felt her lip wobble traitorously and perhaps there were more tears planning to follow and betray her but the shivering shock of his full lips, pressed to her bare shoulder, stemmed the flood. Maureen held her breath and kept her eyelids sealed, an orange glow of sunshine behind them as all her senses attuned to the drag of his caresses up to the juncture of her shoulder, the press of his body next to her on the porch boards, the suspenseful absence of his hands. They were soft as marshmallows, those lips, and a stray tip of his tongue caught her clavicle as he worked his way up a path that almost seemed premeditated, as if heâd thought of doing this a million times but held back. Now he allowed himself and the assured intimacy of his mouth made her body heat soar almost beyond her endurance as he crept up her throat and onto her cheek.
A kitten lick to that tear track down her cheek and Maureen was whimpering from something else entirely, breaking ranks and turning her head to gaze at him, nearly stunned by how close he was, how alive, how beautiful, how blue. There were his hands now, one propped beneath her shoulder, the other cupping her cheek. Her lips were tingling with anticipation by the time heâd lowered his face far enough and brushed her mouth with his.
Maybe heâd done his fair share of kissing the girls back home goodbye, or maybe it was a talent given along with this impossible lips, or perhaps sheâd wanted it so long that the final having of it sent Maureen spiraling with something oddly like obsession.
Kissing was enough for the longest time, the shore sounds and the squawking of ocean birds and the feel of Gale Cleven laying more and more atop her as his tongue met hers and danced. She scratched the back of that tanned neck like she dreamed of doing a dozen times, little scritches to his hairline that had him sagging against her kisses to the point of crushing.
She allowed herself the liberty of running her hands along his lean sides, taking in the graceful taper of his waist, the dip of his back, the sopping wet waistband of his briefs. She wondered if this is how men feel with a young girl, when thereâs so much loveliness one wants to maul it and mark it and watch it respond. Anything to make him moan again into her mouth, wrenched and helpless and appreciative of her all at once, anything for him to hump his hips against her thigh in a manner so mindless he didnât seem himself at all.
When he pulled away, dazed and winded from his own exertions, he seemed to have left behind all his inhibitions, stark need written on his face and only some doubt of what he was allowed yet remaining. âAre we gonna?-â he trailed off, raspy voiced and trembling with suspense.
âGoing to what?â she couldnât abide it any longer, his demureness, âSay your mind, Cleven.â
âDo it.â he let out with a wince.
âWell I donât know, Mr. Jones, you tell me. Are we gonna?â
Gale huffed and threw his head back, trying to regain some sense of mind, lip savagely pulled between his teeth. âYeah. We are.â he decided.
âThen finish your sandwich.â she patted his waist and pushed him off.
âI canât!â he begged with a groan from where heâd spilled out on the porch like a boneless dummy. âNot now.â
âYouâre gonna need it, the water too, trust me on this.â
âAre we gonna -make love? Or go for a forced march?â he protested but lifted the canteen to his lips anyways when she gave him a look and proceeded to drink it dry.
âHow would you know the difference?â she teased and he had the good humor to roll his eyes. If all went according to Eganâs plan, they oughta hibernate for twelve hours of sleep afterwards and she wanted him hydrated and ready for that. Maureen had a plan of her own, which certainly might lead to such a sleep, but it also involved not getting off that boy for love of God or money until he was as useless as a wet rag and the impertinent gnawing between her own legs was replaced by a good ache.
Cleven was staring at his sandwich remorsefully, âI canât get this down, Maureen.â he declared with sudden finality and then, without preamble he threw it into the sea. âCâmon, Mrs Jones.â he held out his hand for her as he stood up, something close to an excited grin taking over his face.
He was so confident now, having come to a decision, and Maureen found herself naturally bending to his direction, placing her hand in his large palm and allowing him to haul her to her feet as gently as a dance partner. âWeâve got a bed.â she reminded blissfully into another kiss, anchored to his face by the persistent hands snarled lovingly into her salt tousled curls: this hair Maureen, this hair drove me mad.
âAnd weâre gonna use it.â he agreed, walking her backwards up the porch until he feet were skidding over the threshold, his tongue still sucking her own.
She stopped him there with a hand to the willowy plane of his belly, a regulated, principled woman to the last, and snapped the still soaked waistband of his drawers. âOff, youâll make the sheets wet and sandy.â
Their sweat would accomplish dampening them enough in this muggy heat, they didnât need sand and ocean water to boot. Maureen ducked beneath his arm and went back out to grab the discarded towel.
âI donât want a trail of drips on our clean floor.â
Gale smiled softly at the usage of âourâ -it felt right somehow, to share things with her. Theyâd been at it for some time, it came naturally like it had with Bucky and the few other boys who he knew would be something special and unlike anything else after this. It was a little bittersweet to know he was living the best days of his life, right here and now, enviable, irretrievable moments of raw connection slipping away with each drip, drip, drip onto the threshold. It was a heartache in the making and it was a spur for the moment. Back home theyâd never understand, and any old observer would see nothing unique, but Gale could allow himself the rightness of sharing just one more thing. Why not cement it fully, irrevocably, as the closest brush heâd ever come to with another soul- heâd asked himself the same with Bucky, knew it was already an established fact.
Maureenâs lips were warm where they pressed to his back, the space between his shoulders, towel held to his waist. âYouâre not shy of me, are ya, baby?â she whispered in his ear, thumbing at the still worn briefs.
He could feel himself this past hour hardening and softening, so many times in the space of so many minutes he was dizzy with it, the way his brain would have the upper hand and then, suddenly no, it all rushed south. Which now left shyness as the only real excuse for the way he burned and shrank and burned and shrank in turn at each of her touches.
âYou gonna give me the towel?â he asked instead.
âOnce itâs safe to do so.â she replied primly, in her familiar nursing voice, and he hated the shudder that tore through him. She stepped under his arm again, around him and into the house, and stood in the shade of the it with the towel spread invitingly, tauntingly. A whole yard and a half between then and sheâd decreed no drips past the threshold. Galeâs cheeks burned as did his eyes, smarting with brimming tears from an odd frustration heâd only ever felt over a botched mission, an anger at not being able to bomb his target and make it worthwhile, a petty frustration he always felt before the cold rage of lost men fully registered.
Futile tears: Gale yanked the skivvies down and stepped out of them efficiently.
Maureen wasnât smiling at him from the shade anymore, not even a smirk, she looked hungry. She looked like Bucky, taking in âa view.â Gale didnât know ladies ticked that way -or maybe they didnât, maybe only Maureen did. The blush in his cheeks ran down his chest and spilled onto his belly and his fists clenched without thought.
âWhen the man of the house,â Maureen was reciting some inane pamphlet she no doubt did not heed or else theyâd never be here, ârespects the whims of the lady in small matters, he will find the lady more submissive to issues of larger stake such a-â
Gale made a dash at her, to shut her up, and she fled from him to the bedroom, feet smacking on the hardwood and cotton slip fluttering up her thighs -his towel with her.
âI want you bare.â he told her when he had her, struggling in his arms before the bed, a lush friction where he pressed tightly behind her.
âThen sit,â she sounded genuinely breathy, trapped to him and he had never heard her like that before, it made him want to hold fast, âand Iâll make your dreams come true.â
It was just a slip, no garters and no braisere or girdle, yet still Gale sat himself on the bed and Maureen bit her cheek to keep from laughing at the modest way he deposited the towel on his lap, covering what sheâd been eyeing and thanking her luck for. A cock as pretty as his face -now if she could just make it stand up fully.
âYou ready?â she deferred to him as she stood there before the bed, being looked on with all the reverence and trepidation of a goddess by this seated acolyte.
âPlease,â he nodded furiously, âplease show me.â
It felt a little wrong to expose oneself in front of such an angelic being, curtainless windows throwing in the sun on him all golden and untouched, white scratchy sheets and white draped towel making it a bower of innocence for a brief moment. It also felt right, to throw off everything but what theyâd been born with. Off went rank, obligations and expectations, as easily as dragging the slip over her head.
She tossed the article of clothing behind her for good measure -and dramatic effect- then noted with satisfaction the bleary eyed comprehension of her charms from Gale Cleven where he sat with his mouth hung so slack he was liable to drool.
âIncredible.â he muttered, husky and a little slurred, his hand raising without his own volition to beckon her closer, a plea, command.
Maureen swayed on her feet, nearer and nearer until she was standing above him, between his parted legs and she shuddered as he laid that broad palm on her hip and dragged it up her side in an admiring swath, thumbing at her belly and catching her ribs in his hold.
âThose flight suits of yours, they donâtâŠthey donât let show the half of it.â Gale declared, mesmerized, face hovering closer and closer until his lips were pressing against her flesh, right under her sternum, his forehead pressed to the underside of one pendulous breast, nuzzling as he became aware of that, bunting like a calf at her breast with his face, gone silly with access.
âWhadda ya think?â she giggled, the silliness of Gale Cleven gone stupid over making yams jiggle being the exact sort of thing that made life worth living, and being a woman exquisitely satisfying.
âTheyâre so goddamn soft.â he moaned around a bit of the underside, still hadnât worked his way to a nipple. He seemed too preoccupied with their give and bounce to make a more calculated use of them. Maybe if men hadnât been told what to do with them, theyâd do what Gale Cleven was doing and rub their face against them and let them rest on their foreheads. There was a charm to this ignorance as he licked the salty sweat from their undersides with a surprisingly brave tongue.
The clumsy misuse was oddly effective for Maureen, what Gale lacked in skill he made up for in unstudied appreciation and nothing got her quite so ready as being appreciated to the point of foolishness. Her first conquest had been a boy at school who hadnât minded tripping in his track shoes, day after day, to try to catch up to her on her bicycle, just to give her a flower or trinket. He was laughed at for his devotion until he broke the school track record next year, and Maureen was sure to remind him of her role in his success. Theyâd soon found a mutually beneficial reward system and Maureen had adopted that attitude as a maxim for the future, her dates and conquests may have been many but each of them in their own way had been appreciative -or else she was jumping out the window, damn the twelve foot drop out the dormitory.
No one, however, had looked quite so gifted by her mere existence as Gale Cleven did while he clutched at her hips and smushed her flesh between his hands like it were some fine dough and he was an artisan.
Discreetly, and it was easy to be so with his face buried in her bosoms, Maureen glanced between them at the tool she had such hopes for and found it, unsurprisingly, twitching and dribbling against his thigh, half hard but flapping about like a fish on dry land, the discarded towel no match for its movement. Heâd need a hand, literally and metaphorically, and as she raked her nails through his blond curls and directed his slick mouth to a nipple, she felt him sag even further into her hold. Maureen weighed her next step carefully, trying to tamp down her own wants. Sheâd need to be sure but slow, careful not to spook him, or antagonize or embarrass.
She wondered if he even realized the same banged-up-head condition that sent him out here was most likely responsible for the jitters that kept him flopping. She wasnât so conceited as to assume heâd not bedded a woman yet out of mere dysfunction, Cleven was a man of principle and strict notions regarding how the world should be, and he wasnât one to build those notions on passing medical conditions.
âYou like âem?â Maureen teased him, shocked at how hoarse her own voice had gone in the interim.
âGonna make a home in here.â he mumbled in the affirmative, slack grin molded to the valley between them, blue eyes wide as the skies outside peering up at her.
âGot a job for you, baby.â she murmured, thumbing at the scar on his cheek.
âWhatâs that Mrs. Jones?â his voice alone made her mad with need, as did the saucy turn of his mouth so wonderfully foreign she didnât know how sheâd control herself until he was ready.
âNeed you to lick a little landing strip, right here.â she ran her finger along the somewhat tacky skin between her breasts, sweat and his sloppy kisses having partway done the job already.
âWhat for?â Gale asked, hushed and curious.
âYouâll see soon enough.â she recalled how effective her nursing voice had been on him, and pulled it out now it seemed beneficial.
She had been right, with only a hesitant spark of aggravated defiance, Gale dipped his head and stuck out that pink tongue, lapping a swath up between her breasts as directed, flaming eyes locked on hers as she shivered from the breeze on spit slicked flesh.
âAgain.â she told him, and his hands came up to hold her breasts apart as he did it again, and again and once more under his own direction until it was shiny and messy and his nose was gleaming, too.
âWhatâs it for?â He demanded once more, pink cheeked and swallowing hard as his mouth had dried out from his efforts.
âI told you, silly,â she replied casually, âitâs a landing strip.â and with as little fuss as possible she got to her knees before heâd registered the absence of her standing above him. âGale, let go of the damned towel.â
She held in a laugh of delight at the tortured color he had grown to, veins running like so much ivy up and down him and a vibrant pink tip that matched his lips. Maureen wasnât sure sheâd ever be able to look him in the face again without thinking of this drizzling little pink mushroom.
âYou oughta count your blessings, Gale Cleven, it was a close call, my coming along at all.â she informed him soberly while his mind visibly vacated his body at the repeated sighting of his sputtering cock emerging from between the pillowy press of her breasts, âIt was pretty touch and go there for a bit, I was quite sure in fact, that Bucky was gonna help himself to this assignment.â
âMaureen!â Gale thundered, except his usual imposing ire was much diluted by his quivering belly and hoarse voice.
âWhat?â she brushed off his scandalized displeasure with a grin, feeling cocky herself as he hadnât flagged on her in minutes and was beginning to gush in earnest, âBucky loves the beach.â
âSure, Maureen.â
âIn the end he decided I had what it takes.â she went on conversationally, ignoring the inhuman sounds that came out of him when she casually spit on his tip, the better to work her lips around him, âThese.â she clarified, pressing her breasts to his thighs as she wrapped her mouth around him and sucked.
âFuck, hell, Maureen! Sorry, sorry, oh fuck!â -not even Gale Cleven had expected his hips to fly up that hard and fast, knocking on the back of her throat.
She laid her hands on his squirmy hips and did her best impression of a Listerine gargle round his tip, which sent a shudder through him so strong she thought he mightâve climaxed already.
âMaureen, Maureen come on, get up here, please.â now he yanked at her hair, desperate for once and that was a pleasure to hear.
âWhat baby?â she pulled off him.
âGotta kiss you.â he told her firmly, and hauled her bodily up by her armpits, rolling her under him in the bed.
Kisses -sure, Gale, kisses.
He was moaning atop her, wiry and flexing his hips against her, wriggling to get between her thighs and she let him, hungry and expectant when he slotted easily in place. He pressed his lips to hers ardently, then reared back in shock at the taste of his own precum in her mouth and on her lips.
âSalty.â he whispered as if to himself before licking his lips and going back for more. âWhat do I needâto do?â he whispered urgently against her mouth as she rocked against him and he rocked back until theyâd frustrated each other thoroughly with mere caresses.
âPut it in, my baby.â she whispered back.
âFirst though, donât I need to-to do- something? Something first?â he could barely think straight but heâd heard enough talk about this, about gentlemen and the necessity of some form of chivalrous preparation. The way discipline and intuition set apart an average pilot from an excellent one. Bucky had talked a lot about getting girls ready, making them squirm, revving them up, for all his apparent disinterest during the topic, Gale had been listening.
âYouâve done it already, Mr. Jones.â she giggled, reaching between them to drag him more firmly through the wanton swamp heâd made of her. âIâm ready, Iâm so ready.â
âOh fuck, sâwet.â he mumbled the obvious before willingly letting her guide him in, his body following her tug like his cock were a leash.
âJesus,â Gale!â Maureen choked as he bottomed out in a sudden plunge, shocked at the stretch despite the gauging of his size. âYouâre so deep, oh baby youâre a big one aren't ya.â
âYou ok?â he whimpered, shuddering on top of her again and again at the incomparable feeling of being inside anotherâs body.
âOh yeah, yeah Iâm fine,â she gasped, âHurts so good, you can move, baby.â
âYouâre so warm.â he sounded close to worshipful he was so drunk off her, and Maureen spared a moment to smirk at the fate of man: come tearing their way out of a woman to begin their lives only to spend the rest of it trying to and needing to get back in.
He did try to move, sheâd give him that. And while Maureen was more than half expecting it, still, it was mildly comical to see the confusion flash across his blissful face right as the buildup was snatched from him and he was suddenly shaking into the real event before he knew it, betrayed and euphoric all at once. The muscles in his belly and back and neck seized and his hips lunged in a series of uncoordinated pumps and she could read the panic in his eyes right before they rolled back -a begrudging admittance that this was nothing at all like the steady predictability of his hand.
âThatâs it baby, thatâs my baby, feel nice, huh?â
Gale didnât answer her, too occupied whimpering with a taut throat and jaw clenched so tight he could snap a hinge like that. He was shaking worse than before when the spasms subsided and the tiniest pressure to his sweat slicked neck had him buckling to lay pressed against her, half senseless from the force of his release.
Maureen had always loved this part of sex, the pliable, bewildered, smushed man atop her like sheâd sucked his soul out, when heâd rendered it up to her so willingly, so desperately, forcefully even, chasing his own eventual weakness. Long limbs aligning on top of hers, the hot pants of winded breath against her breasts, the hands listlessly holding on wherever that had last tried to grip and control her. The view from above with Gale Cleven was something additional, beautiful and glistening with bronzed swaths of sun exposed skin and the pale whites of his thighs and ass making a perfect little outline of absent shorts, his golden hair tousled beyond salvaging and that luscious mouth, drooling like a babeâs.
âSo this is what Buckyâs been talkinâ about.â he mumbled into her breast, cheek smashed and enunciation shot to hell.
Maureen laughed in disbelief, âThinking of him even now? Really, heâs going to be impossible if we tell him.â
âJust sayinâ, now I know.â he defended, lazily rubbing his partly softened cock inside her with a shimmy of his hips that was quickly followed by an overly sensitive mewl.
âYou donât know anything, Angel boy.â she insisted and Gale raised his head at that, sour that sheâd still contradict him after thirty seconds of vigorous pumping. âLet me see your hands.â
He had some trouble recalling where he put them but eventually he found them under her hips and withdrew them from their warm shelter to present them, warily. âWell, damn.â he muttered to himself, somewhat shocked by just how badly the shakes had worsened. âLooks like that treatment backfired.â
âMore of a dose dependent case, Iâd say.â Maureen corrected and circled each wrist with her hands and brought them up to her lips to kiss.
Galeâs face smoothed at her softness and a shy smile lit up his bleary eyes while she felt a twitch of his spent cock deep inside her, swishing about the mess heâd made like a dogâs tail after getting pats. âYou have the most beautiful hands.â she informed him earnestly and balls deep inside her she watched as one single innocuous compliment sent him scarlet with a blush. âAnd theyâll be yours again soon.â she promised.
His gentle expression and bright red cheeks crumpled rather suddenly and before either of them seemed to expect it, fat teardrops had escaped the blue of his eyes and rolled down the crimson flesh of his face.
âGoddamnit.â he cursed hoarsely, in an absolute rage at himself, regaining his hands from her grip insistently to bring them up to his own face, hiding from her behind harsh fists that rubbed at his wet eyes like he could grind the grief and weariness out between his knuckles.
Unbalanced as he was without hands to support him, and legs gone jellied from his fast fading pleasure, Maureen chose to capitalize on it as a nurse would a brief state of insensibility to move a patient to a cleaner cot. Remorselessly she pressed at his shoulder and lifted their still joined hips until he tipped over, rolling onto his back beneath her. âWeâll have none of that.â she told him with loving adamance from her new perch, prying his hands away and pressing them to the sheets beside his head. âThe hiding, I mean.â she clarified and he looked all of hardly past twenty laying there with wobbly lips and wet eyes unobscured, âIâm a very great proponent of crying,â she went on conversationally which confused him more but kept him too preoccupied to stifle his tears, âDe-sanguination is still a highly esteemed practice, you know, it means to drain the body. One type of draining often triggers the other.â
âYou gonna start bleeding me?â he asked wryly.
âOh, maybe, youâd look so pretty all streaked up.â she teased and ran a sharp thumbnail over his pinned wrist.
Well, that got him hard again. Fascinating.
âYou know whatâs got your hands like this-â she whispered softly, â-probably the same reason you flop, too.â
âHuh.â
âPretty common.â she assured.
âQuit tellinâ me Iâm common.â He growled, tickling her sides and she grabbed his hands, pinning them again playfully.
âNothing common about you, sweet baby.â she swore, leaning down to kiss him and enjoying the way he met her strongly, surely, âGale, can I move?â she asked, half strangled by the taut string of need coiled in her belly, tugged to madness by the bulk of him still resting limply inside.
âMove?â he was perplexed.
âIâm going to die if I donât get some friction.â she whispered, somehow shy to admit that in the face of his innocent bewilderment, âGod -please tell me someone has informed you women finish, too?â
âBucky says they clamp up so tight you canât help but blow.â Gale recited dutifully, âWhich is what just happened, right?â
Maureen grinned wide and wicked before dragging her hips up till he was barely in, then plopping down into the cradle of his hips, making him let out a âoomph.â
âMaureen?â he questioned, half knowing already he had been mistaken but hell, to go again? âMaureen- Iâll die if we go again.â
âWhat a way to go.â she muttered, her pace atop him increasing as did the tortured gasps tumbling from his lips. His spunk was making terribly wet, lewdly sloppy sounds of suction each time she slammed down on his cock and the visual of her exerting herself on top of him was something so blatant and jiggly he could hardly endure the visual feast of it.
âShit, shit I canât-â he growled while his trembling hands latched onto her hips in a grip that was anything but dissuading. âMaureen.â he begged her forâŠhe knew not what.
âCome on Mr. Jones,â she clasped her hands around his face and aligned their noses, rubbing like a kiss with each movement of her lower body, âyouâre not one to leave your missus needy, I know youâre not. Not when youâve got such pretty hands-â
-a shudder from him.
âand a clever tongue-â
-a whine from him that sounded close to a wounded dogâs it was so lasting.
â-or a tool this capable.â
âMaureen.â he groaned.
âBaby, my baby.â she begged, âYouâve got what I need, come on, take me apart.â
Like he trusted himself for the first time since they began this endeavor, she felt his body bow up beneath her, his arm flexing strongly across her hips, his legs braced beneath her and a heavy hand clutching her neck, then he was driving up into her with a wild abandon she only ever hoped was simmering beneath that cool exterior. When she finished he hadnât stopped, and Maureen found herself crying out like a feral thing into the hollow of his clavicle as the brutal pummeling went on, satisfaction drug out of her over and over in harsh ruts.
âThat more like it?â he panted the harsher he grew, a hand around her jaw pushing her face away from his so he might see the damage he was doing.
âYes, yes oh baby, yes!â she swore through clenched teeth, it had been too long and each blissful peak only aggravated her further, made her hungrier, that and the fact he was so proportioned as to be a constant delight just shy of pain, âHell Gale, do ya hear us?â she gloated, propping herself back on his thighs to watch the shiny pink of him flash in and out of her wet sheath.
Mesmerized, Gale didnât reply, but he dragged a hand up her belly and felt for the way it tensed at each intrusion, the span of his fingers an incredible thing across her skin. âCanât believe you can take it, easy as that.â he marveled, his thumb straying and pulling apart her petals the better to watch.
âThumb it right there.â she directed gently, reaching down to move his calloused finger over her bud, right above where he split her apart, âThatâs it, ya feel that too, huh?â
âFuck youâre tight.â his voice cracked and his eyes shot wide again.
âAre you -?â
âMaybe.â there was a wobble of blissed uncertainty in his voice until she stopped her movements and he let out a sob before he could catch it. âMaureen, please.â
âPlease what, baby?â she was chuckling at him, pushing his hair off his sweaty forehead, âI let you-â he pleaded, still thinking things worked that way, â-now I need, please Maureen...â
âOh you can.â she assured and his face lightened but his eyes stayed wary, âBut just know, I wonât be stopping.â
âWhat?â
âYou remember how that feels, donât ya baby?â she reminded, gently pushing him to lie back and beginning their movements anew, âSo good you canât stand it, so messy and easy for me, so tender and much for you?â
âJesus.â he wheezed, his lean belly caving in with his heavy pants, but she felt him throbbing inside her and his pupils were large as saucers, âYouâre as mean as Bucky.â he whined, voice gone high in panicked pleasure.
âThank you, but really Iâm not.â she laughed, gently thumbing away an errant tear that rolled down his cheek. âNot quite.â
âMaureen, please, please youâre too pretty!â he begged nonsensically even as his hips began to snap into hers, invigorated and forceful.
âHold it Gale, try to hold it.â Maureen gasped, staring down at the prettiest face sheâd ever seen as his brow began to furrow, âOr donât, all the same to me.â
âIâm gonna flip you.â he swore and a few seconds of inaction passed, marked by the slam of her hips down onto his, and she thought he didnât mean it until she gave him a daring look and suddenly she was careening backwards, head jolting against the sheets and body laid out firmly beneath him.
âGoddamn.â she swore at the way he hadnât dislodged an inch during the whole maneuver, suddenly pressed just as deeply as before, his hips working like a piston and his hands tight and strong on her neck. âGoddamn baby. Oh goddamn thatâs good.â
âSâgood?â he begged her to repeat, some dizzying natural force propelling him harder and faster and needier.
âYouâre so good.â she was adamant as she hung about his neck and locked her ankles in the small of his back. âYouâre so good Iâm - Iâm -gonna-â
âWhat was that about holdinâ it?â he hissed, smile cocky and smug.
âBull ainât out of the gate yet Cleven,â she cautioned but her hips had begun to lift of their own accord, a tremble taking hold of her, âBut Iâm close, Iâm, i'm real cl- oh God!â
âCome on sweet Maureen, wanna make ya -wanna do it for ya. Give ya what you need, Mrs Jones.â Galeâs hoarse and sweet nothings poured hot and breathy in her ear and Maureen found herself locked and gripping him before she knew it, moaning into his neck as he moved in and out, in and out as sheâd only ever dreamed of.
When she cracked her dazzled eyes open again he was panting above her, the clink of his dog tags gently bumping her chin with each sway deeper, lashes batting in a golden flutter as he too began to lose himself, slower, more drawn out and yet every bit as desperate as the first time.
âLook at me baby, look at me when ya do.â she pleaded, gently gripping his chin as his mouth fell open in a series of little noises of effort that went straight to her belly grown hot and molten with the feeling of him spurting inside.
âUgh, ugh, ugh,â Gale was working atop her in pained delight, lips so smeared and face so sweaty he looked like he might melt at any minute, âthank you, oh fuck, thank you, sweet Maureen.â he chanted low and dreamy, again and again until he drove in once more and stayed.
Those clear blue eyes fagged in an exhausted ecstasy, his head dropping impossibly further with each ragged pant until his face was barely hovering over her breasts, neck bent and forhead slowly pressing into the swell of them. His forearms gave out and those hands of his stayed trapped beneath her shoulder blades.
âSleep Angel baby,â Maureen coaxed, hand cradling the back of his dear head to her breasts, feeling a low lazy peace settle over her at the feel of his dead weight plugging her up and the lovely wringing out sheâd just endured, âletâs just sleep, dear boy.â
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#masters of the air#mota#mota fanfic#mota fanfiction#masters of the air fanfiction#the pacific#friends in the crucible#mota smut#gale cleven x oc#gale cleven#gale cleven x john egan#hints of at least#Gale x Maureen#Gale Cleven fanfic#austin butler#austin butler fanfiction#austin butler smut#austin butler imagine
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Masters of the Air fic recs
(*) = includes smut
gale âbuckâ clevens x john âbuckyâ egan
in london / on leave
bomberâs moon by moonrocks
in london, secret & established relationship, (*)
level-off manoeuvres by wormringers
together in london, (*)
dallas girls by hcneymooners
london, fluff and dash of angst
hurt/comfort & angst
good men die too / oh iâd rather be with you by moonrocks
grief/mourning, first kiss, injured!bucky
falling apart by cloudystars
post-mission hurt/comfort
Whatever Happens Tomorrow, We Had Today by MaShEd_Potat_os
angst, love confessions
a good dream by lilium
hurt/comfort, protective bf, 1x04 au
dear john by ForASecondThereWedWon
angst, love letters, 1x04, (*)
youâll never be alone (iâll be there for you) by tearsricochets
first kiss, pining, emotional hurt/comfort, 1x01-1x02
make you feel alive by signifier
emotional hurt/comfort, happy ending, presumed dead
it had to be you by MaShEd_Potat_os
post-war, angst with a happy ending, insecure!bucky
Another First by JoeyAlohaDream
(mild * mention), hurt!buck
stalag / imprisoned
greyspace by cloudystars
sick!bucky, protective!buck, hurt/comfort
night terrors by cloudystars
trauma, nightmares, hurt/comfort
Iâll Get By (As Long As I Have You) by JediRobertHogan
hurt/comfort, reunited
whatever you want me to do (i will do) by tkachukypls
angst, unrequited love, 1x07
scars by cloudystars
protective!bucky, fights, 1x07
You Put Your Arms Around Me (And Iâm Home) by johnslittlespoon
fluff, sharing a bed, 1x07
Full Count by madeitsimple
angst and (*), 1x07-1x08, fights
judgement by the hounds by anonymous
1x08, hurt/comfort, fights, sharing a bed
Whatever you want me to do, I will do by Anonymous
john brady!centric, protective!buck & bucky
rainfall by switchgrassdevil
sick!buck, hurt/comfort, sharing a bed
I Wonât Rot by GrayFingers
hurt!bucky, protective!buck, injuries
Fluff + AUs
back home where youâre safe from, thatâs the measure of a man by wolfhalls
established relationship, learning to dance, (*)
Reverie by Avonne
soulmate au (*)
the secret list of very serious (and sober) 100thâs rules by Amethyste_Blanche
fluff
Look The Other Way by Disastrous_Canasta
first meeting, fluff
all roads lead home by cloudystars
biker!au and abo!au, modern universe
A Kiss With A Fist by perpetualmotion
buck defends buckyâs honour
Love Tokens by perpetualmotion
gift giving
moonlight serenade by puffanities
abo!au, omega!bucky, alpha!buck, ongoing series
You and Me (5 Times) by stopstopstopit
various jokes about buck & bucky being married
any day now by tkachukypls
gift giving, bucky gives buck a puppy
Garden in My Heart by 13SapphireStars13
abo!au, omega!bucky, alpha!buck, courting
Smut - no Plot
A Suite at the Ritz by stillheremydear
secret relationship & sneaking around (*)
buck x bucky x curtis fics
Iâll be looking at the moon (but iâll be seeing you) by moonrocks
1x03, grief/mourning
different but equal by Ikharys
fluff, pre-relationship, sharing beds
my hand was the one you reached for (all throughout the great war) by RavenOfRao
fluff, pre-relationship
A Brief Moment of Mourning by Perpetual Motion
angst, emotional hurt/comfort
First Meetings (and Punishments) by scaraheather
first meetings, pre-relationship
Both (*) by Ikharys
fluff and smut, sharing a bed
each man has got his classification (*) by mpix
smut, jealousy
Out of Reach by studies in subjunctive
unrequited love, (*)
The Long Way Home by livelaughlove_write
post-war, ptsd, love confession
x reader recs
jealous!buck request by @sansaorgana
jealous!buck request (2) by â
to the rescue (curtis biddick) by @sagesolsticewrites
with all my gratitude, hope and adoration, john (2) (3) by @buckysegan
twenty five (to life) by MissFreakingFortune
blurb (bucky egan) by @swiftiekisses
Hitchinâ A Ride by @pisupsala
girl dad!gale request by @sansaorgana
Because the Night by @gloryofroses19
Birdie by @jointherebellion215
amor aeternus series by @saturnville
agape (wattpad) by perxwxnkle
Are You Going My Way by pisupsala
#mota#mota fanfic#mota fanfiction#masters of the air#masters of the air fanfic#masters of the air fanfiction#mota ao3#masters of the air ao3#bucky x buck#gale cleven#john egan#gale cleven x john Egan#gale âbuckâ cleven#john âbuckyâ egan#curtis biddick#curtis x buck x bucky#mota fic rec#mota fic recs#masters of the air fic rec#masters of the air fic recs
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Modern AU Buck and Bucky at the bar, Bucky is shamelessly flirting and Buck is amused but still playing hard to get.
Then Bucky, who is slightly more than tipsy (just slightly), leans in and Buck thinks he's going to kiss him â and he'd really like that, so he leans in too.
And then Bucky proceeds to lick the salt off the rim of Gale's glass, because apparently that's his idea of flirting.
At this point the night might end in two ways â either Buck throws the rest of his drink in Bucky's face, or he sighs in resignation and takes it on himself to kiss him, tasting the salt his tongue.
#masters of the air#gale cleven#john egan#mota#buck x bucky#buck cleven#buckbucky#bucky egan#mota fanfic#mota headcanons#clegan#eganven#gale cleven x john egan
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OH THE WAY I AM LITERALLY LOADING SHOTGUN SHELLS TO BLAST MY THROAT RN, WTF??? HOW COULD YOU WRITE THIS AND THEN JUST-
I IMMEDIATELY STARTED BAWLING DOG, THIS MF IS CRACKED, I HATE HIM, I HOPE HIS PILLOW IS SOOOOO WARM TONIGHT (i love him, he is my pookie, he just has me emotionally distraught).
Goddamn I really hope a B-17 takes me out rn.
ANYWAYS. LOL. PLEASE GO READ MY BESTIES NEW FIC. EVERYTHING HE WRITES IS SHEER PERFECTION, IT'S POETRY CARVED INTO EACH OUNCE OF MARBLE THAT'S JUST THE UTTER BEAUTY OF HIS WORDS.
I'D WARN YOU TO BE WARY IF YOU'RE A LITTLE MENTALLY UNSTABLE TONIGHT, BUT I FELT JUST FINE BEFORE THAT FUCKING LINE SHOT ME INTO THE TRENCHES.
I LINK IT HERE, AND I GIVE IT SO MANY KISSES:
#watch your back tonight you little fucker#sleep with one eye open#you might not be afraid of god#but you will be afraid of me#masters of the air#gale cleven#austin butler#callum turner#john egan#buck x bucky#gale cleven x john egan#buckbucky#mota#but gay#clegan#gale buck cleven#john bucky egan#bucky x buck
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Buck : Iâm in love with you. Bucky : We called off the prank war last night at midnight, dork. Buck: I know. Bucky : Ah. Okay. Um. Cool. Neat. Very cool. Cool. Cool. Coolcoolcool-
#mota#mota fanfic#masters of the air#incorrect quotes#incorrect quotes MOTA#gale cleven x john egan#gale cleven#john egan#buck x bucky
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I'm in a desperate need of some Gale Cleven/John Egan happy postcanon AU. Maybe some story about Gale being an university professor, looking stunning in a shirt and tie, and students falling in love with him, and John being insanely jealous.
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âyou visit oftenââŠâŠ okay??? no one likes a fucking tattletale??? geez. god forbid a man has HOBBIES
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Hello! Iâm bored so Iâm thinking of opening requests of moodboards! Of any ship I tag below. Or if you follow me and have a different ship in mind, Iâll gladly consider it!!!
You can either leave me an inbox, request it anonymously, or leave a request under this post!
With the request tell me the theme or au youâll like me to do đđ«¶âš I have two different sets itâs either with 8 aesthetics or 9, thatâs up to you to choose.
These are the examples!
#moodboard requests#lawrusso#elimetri#hawkmetri#roug#lanichols#yasmoon#icemav#hangster#clegan#zolu opla#iâm bored#so please Iâll do a moodboard for anyone!#gale cleven x john egan#tory sam
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what nsfw alphabet is up next if you don't mind me asking?
I don't mind at all. I have a long list and it really depends on what i'm in the mood for. Right now though, I'm thinking either Damon Salvatore or (poly) Gale "Buck" Cleven and John "Bucky" Egan
#3d wifey talks#3d wifey answers#damon salvatore#damon salvatore x reader#the vampire diaries#tvd#masters of the air#masters of the air smut#gale cleven x reader#gale cleven x john egan#gale buck cleven#gale cleven#gale x john#buck x bucky#buck cleven#john bucky egan#gale x bucky#john egan#bucky egan#john egan x reader#clegan#bucky x buck
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âTheyâd have to catch us first,â Gale counters. âTheyâd catch you.â âAinât no bikes around for you to cheat with, Bucky.â Bucky turns to look at him then, a wide grin slowly slinks its way onto his face. He comes close, leans down, and places a long kiss on Galeâs mouth. When he pulls back he says, âI donât need a bike,â and then he takes off running. It takes a moment for Buckâs brain to catch up, still in the moment ten seconds ago, and then heâs tearing out of the alleyway after him. - The one where the war ends, and the aftermath comes with both its good, and its bad.
a few highlights, cos i quite like this one:
âWhat?â Buck asks, a smile forming despite himself.
Bucky smiles back. âNothing. You just make a very pretty housewife.â
âOh, Iâm a housewife, huh?â
âA very pretty one.â
Gale comes to stand in between Johnâs legs, lets him roam his hands where he pleases.
âWe could get you a little apron, a feather duster-â
âIâll feather dust you if youâre not careful.â
âI wish you would.â
Buck shoves the scoundrel back onto the bed by his shoulders and wastes no time in following him down.
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Gale handles it better than Bucky does, for the most part. Bucky is restless, on edge, like any minute a German soldier is going to come bursting through their door. For the first week of their freedom, Bucky hangs around the hotel room phone waiting for the call that, actually, the ceasefire had all been one big joke, and theyâd be needed in the air within the hour. Itâs a call that never comes, that Gale sometimes prays never will, but it doesnât stop the tapping of Buckyâs leg or the glances he throws the machine.
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John pulls back from his onslaught on Galeâs neck. He comes close enough to kiss, and when he speaks their lips brush together tortuously. âSay please.â
Want sparks like a flare up Buckâs spine.
âNever.â
In the end, he does.
#mota fic#mota#gale cleven#gale x john#bucky x buck#buck x bucky#bucky egan#buck cleven#gale cleven x john egan#masters of the air#masters of the air fic#ship fic#gale buck cleven#john bucky egan
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"You know, if this whole thing ended, and there were only two pilots left up in the air... it'd be me and it'd be you, Buck." "Don't count on it."
#masters of the air#mota#mastersoftheairedit#motaedit#mota spoilers#masters of the air spoilers#john egan#gale cleven#bucky x buck#basilcreations#twobucksedit#they make me a lil feral actually#giffing this show is tough but I think I got it down now
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Such Stuff chapter 15!
Featuring a Meatball cameo, some more inappropriate use of Shakespeare's sonnets, and the return of a famous bottle
#buck x bucky#john egan#gale cleven#clegan theatre au#mota#clegan#masters of the air fanfiction#masters of the air#mota fanfic#buckbucky#ssadamo#gale cleven x john egan#john bucky egan#gale buck cleven#fanfiction moodboard
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yep itâs this pic
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Buck: When did you know? Curtis: I know a lot of things, Major. Buck: Why didn't you tell me I was in love with Bucky?! All this time I couldâve just - Curtis: I told you from the start. I spelled out that boy crush to you, to your face, and I don't want to tell you I told you so â Buck, groans: Then don't. Curtis: But I told you so.
#mota#Masters of the Air#incorrect quotes mota#incorrect quotes#incorrect mota quotes#john egan#gale cleven#gale cleven x john egan#curtis biddick#hbo war#mota fanfic#buck x bucky
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hurt buckyđđ
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