The Three Times Joe and David Went to India and the One Time They Didn't
Team:Â Team Currahee
Title:Â The Three Times Joe and David Went to India and the One Time They Didn't
Author:Â sid-phillips
Characters/Pairings:Â David Webster/Joe Liebgott
Warnings:Â language, smut
Rating:Â NC17
Word Count:Â 2,074
Disclaimer: Based off the characters in Band of Brothers. No disrespect meant.
Summary:Â They'll always have India.
Notes:Â Written for the war-a-thon because I promised Raph I'd write it and I wanted to submit one last thing. Currahee!
The first time Joe and David went to India was a few years after the war. They didn't plan on it, really, but it just happened to fall in the category of 'the rest of the world' for their goal of 'see the rest of the world before we die'. Joe wanted to go to Australia; he'd met some men in the Marines that had been stationed there during the war who talked of nothing but the loose women and the flowing booze. David, however, wanted to see somewhere most other American hadn't. He suggest Peru ("The history there is just incredible!"), but Joe turned him down.Â
"I don't want to go anywhere that's hotter than the surface of the sun," he said, shaking his head and crossing his arms.
"Well, I don't want to go any where with 'loose women'," David retorted. "We had enough of those in Europe," he added.
Joe huffed. "Well fine. We might as well go to India. It's like a halfway point between both of our choices," he said, not being serious.
David paused. "India," he repeated, thinking the choice over, liking it more and more each minute. "Okay, we'll go to India."
And so they went, Joe complaining loudly most of the trip there, telling David that they could go to Peru, that was fine, as long as they didn't have to set foot in a country where they worshipped cows like gods.
But his feelings soon changed, however, as they stepped off the boat in Mumbai, the only Americans, surrounded by music, color, and smells that were all unfamiliar to them but so inviting it didn't really feel like they were in a foreign country, maybe just a different city.
"This is just...wow," Joe said, in shock, his eyes wide with delight as he took in the sights in front of him. David looked over, ready to give him grief for his sudden change of heart, but seeing Joe look so eager to go explore and just forget about what they'd gone through the past few years that his stomach jumped, a pleasant but confusing feeling.Â
"C'mon, let's go exchange our money and get a drink," he said, nudging Joe forward and grabbing his bag, swinging it over his shoulder, thinking about both the man next to him and the way he could make his heart race in ways David didn't know why.
The first trip to India, undoubtedly the best, led way to more, though for different reasons now. Somehow, between their trip to New Delhi and Calcutta the first time, David and Joe discovered that there were different feelings between the two of them than there were between the other members of Easy Company.  The two men didn't really know what these feelings meant, only that they had to pursue them carefully unless they wanted to loose a friendship, and possibly more, in the future.
Joe had come up with the idea to go back to India, like they did a few months ago, just to get away, or so he said. David knew he had other reasons, but he didn't question them, seeing as he wanted to go as well.
They arrived in Mumbai a few weeks later, those feelings they had last time they were here back in full force. They went to their hotel, owned by a British couple, only to find that there was one room available and would it be okay if they shared? Joe was hesitant at first, saying he'd find somewhere else to stay, but David insisted that they just do it. They'd be saving a lot of money and they didn't have to be worried about being separated from each other if something were to happen in this city. Joe finally agreed, and they went to their room.
There was only one bed of course, and David insisted that Joe take it, being the gentleman of Harvard that he was. Joe just shrugged, throwing his bag on the bed, but throwing the spare pillow and blanket from the bed to David.
"Let's go find something to eat. I'm fucking starving," Joe said, not really looking David in the eye.
Eating turned out to be getting a small snack and satisfying the rest of their hunger with alcohol, but that was to be expected. It wasn't Joe, though, who drank his weight in Indian alcohol.
Supporting the man much larger then him into the room, Joe sat David on the edge of the bed, feeling guilty about having him sleep on the floor in his condition. David was all smiles, the alcohol affecting him immensely.
"That was fun," he slurred, his eyes glossed over but still looking at Joe. "Wasn't that fun?"
"Yeah, a blast," Joe said, focusing on taking David's shoes off, remembering that sleeping in them was hell.
"Hey, that tickles," David chuckled, grabbing Joe away from his feet and pulling him up to his level.Â
Joe tried to pull away. "Web, let me jus-" but he was cut off by David's lips over his own, strangely soft and wet and perfect considering the rest of him.
Joe pulled back. "What are you doing?" he whispered, looking at the man across from him.
David was speechless, suddenly sober. "I-I'm sorry," he stammered, starting to stand up, getting ready to leave. He didn't make it far, however, before a hand held fast on his arm.
"You're not going anywhere," Joe said, his voice suddenly, stronger and louder than it had been just a few moments before. "Get over here," he said, using strength that David didn't know Joe even had to bring them together before crashing their lips together once more.
There was a lot of kissing that happened during the rest of that India trip, and back at home too, when the two saw each other. They hadn't moved beyond that, however, for fear of other's finding out. Their actions were practically a death sentence, but David reasoned that the heart wanted what the heart wanted so why fight it?Â
Joe was anxious to get back to India, if not for it being is second favorite place in the world, but to see David again, kiss him again, maybe even take that next step with him.
They went separately this time since David couldn't get off of work to go and meet Joe. Joe had gotten to Mumbai a couple of days before David, and while he was alone all he could think about was the other man and if this time would finally be the time, or whether David was going to break things off for reasons unknown to him.
He went down to the docks the day that David was supposed to arrive in town, a giant ball of nerves. They hadn't seen each other in a couple months, both busy with their lives back in the States, but that didn't make their emotions and feelings for each other any less, or at least Joe didn't think so. They talked and wrote when they could, each dropping little hints about what they were doing that others didn't know about and what they would do to each other when they got together again.
Joe was pulled away from his thoughts by a voice that'd he'd been dreaming about for the last few weeks.
Like a child perfectly tuned to hear his mother's voice in a sea of other voices, Joe turned around and set his eyes upon the man he'd been waiting to see for months. Like a moth to a flame, Joe walked over to him, not saying anything but grabbing his bags and taking them, leading the way to the room they were sharing.
A couple of minutes later, Joe opened the door to the tiny room quickly discarding David's bags on the floor and pulling the other man into the room, shutting the door and pushing the other man into it with a dull thud.
"I've missed you," Joe said, drinking in David's face liked he'd never seen it before in his life.
"Me too," David said in a tiny whisper before lowering his head to the other man's height, bringing their lips together for the first time in months. Joe pressed his body into David's, liking the feeling of being engulfed by the bigger man, before pulling away and dragging David to the bed, their lips still attatched.
Joe spun David around, pushing him back on the bed and sliding a leg between David's, lowering himself down on top of him. David reached his arms up and snaked them around Joe's neck, pulling him closer. The two stayed like that for a while, enjoying the presence of seeing each other again, but Joe knew this was it, and he knew that David knew too.
He pulled away, never taking his eyes off David, and quickly pulled his shirt off, displaying his chest and the scars that had marked him during the war. Involuntarily, David's hands came up to caress them, softly stroking them. Joe sat back, pulling David up, reaching for the hem of his shirt and swiftly pulling it over his head, ruffling the hair that had been so perfect before.Â
David moved forward, his lips finding Joe's throat, and Joe moaned at the sensation. Moving himself a bit closer to the man across from him, Joe was pleased to notice that David was more than ready to continue, the other man's erection pressing firmly into his inner thigh.
Joe let David continue for a few moment before pushing him back and grabbing his belt, undoing it with gusto before reaching to the button and fly on David's pants, undoing them just as swiftly. He pulled them down, looking at the tent in David's boxers. Reaching for the waistline of the thin material separating him from all of David's glory, he was surprised when David reached for his wrists, stopping him.
"Wait," David whispered, his voice husky and shaking. He pushed Joe back to the foot of the bed, reaching for his belt and pants instead. With a little more care and a lot more shakiness of the hands, David had them off, fingers working at the waistband of Joe's boxers, working them down his legs.Â
When they were off, all David could do was stare. Joe was beautiful, in every sense of the word. Not thinking, David spoke. "I love you," he said, stopping as soon as the words were out of his mouth.
Joe said nothing, instead pulling off David's boxers and licking his lips, bringing his mouth down onto David's cock, engulfing it in warmth.
When he was done, Joe wiped the back of his hand over his mouth, looking David in the eyes. "I love you, too," he said, ready for round two.
That trip to India would be their last, and both men were totally okay with that fact. They'd decided, after their week filled with bliss, that when they got back to the States, they'd move closer to each other so that they could see each other more often, never having to go more than a few weeks without being in each other's presence.
What they didn't plan for, however, was coming home and Joe disregarding what they'd planned in India.
"Fuck the plan. Why do we only have to live near each other? Why not next to each other, or even with each other?" he practically yelled, refusing to let David leave the bathroom they were saying their goodbyes in.
"You know we can't do that. Imagine what people would think," David said, trying to talk sense into Joe.
"Fuck everyone and fuck what they think. If they can't accept us for who we are, then they don't deserve to even live on this planet," he said, body shaking.
David was speechless. Never in all his life did he imagine Joe would be the one to say something like this. He smiled before kissing Joe, shutting him up and letting him know that he agreed.
The two found a house together on the outskirts of town, not hiding who they were but not flaunting it either. They were well liked and respected, mostly for their involvement in the war, but David and Joe always reminded themselves that if, one day, their lifestyle led to trouble for the two of them, they always had India and another place to call home.
