I'm....Im tired

Chruch didn't really mind when Flowers moved to get the blanket. To be honest he himslf was starting to feel the chill of the night nipping at his skin...still..the word continued to keep rolling around in his mind. Protector. But there was more to that. Church closed his eyes, hummed softly when the other man peppered his face with soft kisses and asked what he said.

Sure Caboose's hand didn’t move as rough or fast as his but...the feeling of that palm against his dick was amazing. Though when the other soldier paused and leaned back had Church gasping. He didn’t want Caboose to stop why was he stoping why was he...

You already fucked the dude, now that you're cuddling you get all awkward. Still, he wasn't made for being gentle and nice...it was still weird when compaired to what he had with Tex...None the less Church reached out again.

Church had stopped paying attention to the way Flower's squirmed around ontop of him, instead trying to maneuver both of them comfortably in the small bed. When Church himself was comfortale the lad grunted and snuffled more into Flower's hair bringing him as close as he could. He hadn't noticed the light glowing under his synthetic skin, nor did it feel like anything as it happened. The rules Flowers knew he broke to Church were simple. 'Dont sleep with low ranked soldiers' even then there was no one to report them REALLY on the shitty dust bowl of a planet.

Flowers kept rolling back against him and it was too much, soft little whimpers fell from his lips as the waves of his orgasm drowned him. It really wasn't until he felt the warm stickiness coat his hand and stomach that Church was able to pull himself together long enough to open his eyes and gaze up at the ceiling as Flowers left kisses on his jaw.

Caboose was getting better at least, Church mussed continuing to run his hands over the younger body. The hand wrapped tightly around the soldier's cock continued stroking and palming him while the free hand explored Caboose's chest. Lightly fingers ran over the chest muscle, grabbing his hip, tickling his sides.

Each roll of his hips, moan, scrape of skin made Church thrust harder and faster. His hand moving across Flower's dick, and the other kneading and scraping at the older man's back. He wanted to mark him up, in ways no one else would see but he'd KNOW....He'd know how many little bites were on Flower's neck and shoulders, what those red thin lines were under his sim suit...