The Ocean and the Return
The patrol had turned into a nightmare over the Channel. A swarm of Fw 190s jumped them from above. In the chaos of twisting, screaming dogfights, Rhys watched in horror as Kai’s Spitfire took a burst of cannon fire across the fuselage. Flames erupted instantly, engulfing the cockpit. Rhys screamed into his radio, “Kai! Bail out! Bail out, damn you!” but there was no reply. He saw the burning plane spiral down and slam into the grey waves in a burst of fire and spray. No parachute. Nothing. Just smoke on the water.
Rhys landed back at base in a daze. He didn’t speak. He didn’t eat. For two days the Squadron Leader was a ghost, hollow-eyed, unshaven, pacing his quarters like a caged animal. Reliving the scene over and over again in filing his reports. The grief was a living thing inside him, tearing at every memory of Kai’s mouth, his tight ass, his cocky grin. He sat on the edge of his bunk with a bottle of whisky, shoulders shaking, convinced the only man who had ever truly known him was dead.
On the evening of the fourth day, the door to Rhys’s quarters creaked open. Rhys looked up, ready to snarl at whoever dared disturb him.
Kai stood there.
Bruised, bandaged across one cheek, leaning heavily on a cane, but alive. His dark eyes locked onto Rhys with raw, desperate hunger.
“Miss me, sir?”
Rhys crossed the room in two strides and slammed the door shut, locking it. Then he grabbed Kai and kissed him like a man possessed. Deep, bruising, teeth clashing. Hugs that sent painful waves through Kai’s bruised body but he didn’t care. Kai dropped the cane with a clatter and gripped Rhys just as hard, moaning into his mouth.
They didn’t give a fuck who might hear.
Clothes were torn off in seconds. Rhys shoved Kai onto the narrow bunk, careful of his injuries but too feral to stop. He climbed over him, feeding his already leaking cock straight into Kai’s eager mouth.
“Suck it. Suck my fucking cock,” Rhys growled, voice breaking with relief and lust.
Kai took him deep, throat working greedily, saliva dripping down his chin as Rhys fucked his face with urgent, heavy strokes. Wet, obscene slurping sounds filled the room. Rhys didn’t hold back. With months of buried need and two days of hellish grief poured out as Rhys cried and used Kai’s throat.
“Gonna cum” he blurted out.
I’m swallowing it all.” Kai snarled.
Thick ropes of hot cum erupted down Kai’s throat. Kai gulped loudly, swallowing every drop, eyes watering but never breaking eye contact.
Rhys pulled out, flipped Kai onto his stomach, and yanked his trousers down. Kai’s firm, bruised ass was exposed. Rhys spat on his still-hard cock and pushed in raw, burying himself balls-deep in one powerful thrust.
“Fuck yes!” Kai cried out, loud enough for half the bloody base to hear. “Pound me, Rhys. I need it.”
Rhys fucked him like an animal, hard, deep, relentless. The bunk slammed against the wall with every brutal stroke. Skin slapped loudly against skin. Kai moaned and cursed, pushing back despite his injuries, desperate for every inch.
“Harder! Fuck me like you thought I was dead!”
Rhys grabbed Kai’s hips and gave him exactly that, slamming into his tight ass again and again. The room echoed with the wet sounds of rough fucking and their raw grunts.
They changed positions twice. First Kai rode him, bouncing on Rhys’s thick cock with his injured leg braced, stroking his own leaking dick furiously while Rhys thrust up into him. Then Rhys put Kai on his back, legs over his shoulders, and drove in even deeper, pounding his prostate until Kai came hands-free, shooting thick jets of cum across his own bruised abs with a broken shout.
Rhys followed moments later, burying himself to the hilt and flooding Kai’s guts with pulse after pulse of hot cum. He kept thrusting through his orgasm, pushing his seed deeper, claiming him.
They weren’t done.
After barely catching their breath, Kai pushed Rhys onto his back and sucked him again. Sloppy, hungry, licking his the thick shaft before deep-throating him until Rhys fed him another load. Rhys then flipped him over once more, ate his cum-filled hole, and fucked him a third time, slower but no less intense, until both men were shaking and spent.
They lay tangled together, sweaty, cum-covered, and breathing hard. Kai’s cane lay forgotten on the floor. The two men sobbed into each other’s necks
Rhys kissed Kai’s bruised forehead, his voice rough with emotion. “Thought I’d lost you.”
“You didn’t,” Kai whispered, stroking Rhys’s chest. “And I’m not going anywhere. Not until we’ve fucked each other raw every chance we get.”
Rhys’s hand slid down to squeeze Kai’s ass, already thinking about the next round.
“Damn right.”
Outside, voices passed by the quarters. Someone muttered something about “noisy bastards,” but neither man cared.
The Morning After
They fucked and sucked for hours through the night, raw, loud, and relentless. Rhys took Kai in every position his bruised body could handle, filling his ass with load after load of thick cum. Kai sucked him dry twice more, gulping down every heavy spurt like it was proof they were both still alive. By dawn the room reeked of sweat, cum, and sex. Both men were exhausted, sticky, and utterly satisfied.
They showered together, soaping each other’s muscular bodies under the hot water, stealing slow, deep kisses. Then they dressed in fresh uniforms and headed to the mess hall, legs still a little shaky.
The moment they stepped through the door, the entire squadron went silent.
Every pilot and ground crew member turned. Then, as one, they stood up and started applauding. The clapping grew into loud cheers and whistles. Kai grinned, leaning lightly on his cane, while Rhys stood tall beside him, a rare, tired smile breaking across his face.
“Welcome back, Drummond!” someone shouted.
“You crazy bastard, bailing out over the drink and still showing up for eggs!”
As the applause died down and everyone started sitting again, a cheeky young pilot named Wilkins called out with a grin, “You mates sure celebrated last night. Bloody hell, the whole barracks heard you going at it!”
Rhys and Kai froze for half a second, eyes widening. A heavy silence hung in the air.
Then Pilot Henderson, one of the older hands, leaned back in his chair and spoke plainly. “We’ve all known about you two for months.”
A cadet from the back of the room, “ Ya bloody noisy bastards.” Laughter erupted.
Kai’s mouth opened, but nothing came out.
Another pilot, Macready, shrugged with a easy smile. “We’re all cool with it, mates. You two fly like demons and watch each of our tails up there. What you do on the ground is your business. Long as you keep shooting down Jerries, we don’t give a damn. In fact…” Macready stood up and turned Henderson around. “In fact…” he continued, “Henderson, I’ve had the hots for you.” Macready planted a huge kiss on Henderson’s mouth. Pilot Henderson did not pull away.
For a heartbeat the hall was quiet. Then cheers erupted again, louder this time, with fists thumping tables and more whistles. Someone started chanting “Calder and Drummond!” and the rest joined in. Rhys felt a massive weight lift off his chest. He glanced at Kai, who looked stunned but relieved, a slow grin spreading across his bruised face.
They ate breakfast to backslaps and good-natured teasing, the squadron treating them no differently than before. Except now there was no need to hide.
That afternoon, Kai moved his gear into Rhys’s quarters. No one batted an eye. A couple of the lads even helped carry his kit, joking the whole time. “Just don’t be pokin’ each others eyes out!”
As soon as the door closed behind the last helpful pilot, Rhys locked it and pushed Kai gently against the wall.
“Been thinking about your mouth all through breakfast,” Rhys murmured, already unbuttoning his trousers.
Kai smirked and sank to his knees, cane leaning beside him. He pulled Rhys’s thick, heavy cock out and swallowed him down in one smooth motion, sucking with slow, wet devotion. Rhys groaned, threading his fingers through Kai’s dark hair as the younger man bobbed his head, tongue swirling around the swollen head and taking him deep into his throat.
“Fuck… just like that, Kai.”
After several long, sloppy minutes, Rhys pulled him up, dropped to his own knees, and returned the favour. He sucked Kai’s hard cock with hungry strokes, taking every inch, moaning around the thick shaft while Kai panted and cursed above him.
They moved to the bed and finished each other off in a heated sixty-nine, sucking, licking, and swallowing greedily until both men came hard. Rhys pumped his load down Kai’s throat while drinking down Kai’s own thick spurts, both of them gulping every drop.
Exhausted from the night before and the emotional day, they collapsed into each other’s arms, still half-dressed, bodies tangled and peaceful.
Rhys pressed a soft kiss to Kai’s temple. “You’re staying here from now on. Where you belong.”
Kai smiled sleepily against his chest. “Wouldn’t have it any other way, sir.”
Within minutes, both ace pilots were sound asleep, safe, accepted, and finally free to be exactly who they were.
