Letters
Part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5
Rating; Mature MDI | Relationship; pre-Sam O'Brien/Gator Tillman| CW; still swearing and explicit materiaal| Tags; developing relationship, pen pals, letter writing, Roy Tillman's A+ parenting, he legally names his only child Gator that man is Trash, Gator's trauma about his name, Gator has Daddy issues, again Roy is Trash!
Sam jolts awake, nearly tumbling off the couch as he blindly seeks out his weapon. His heart racing when he can't find it. He blinks as it takes him a minute to properly wake up and realise that he's at home. He rubs his face with his hands exclaiming loudly, before leaning back against the couch and figuring out what woke him up. The TV is paused with a notification from Netflix asking if he's still watching, so that rules out the TV. Viv and Sophia are visiting her parents so he's home alone. He looks to the side and sees their elderly shepherd mix sleeping peacefully in her bed on the other side of the room. He stretches before closing his eyes briefly, trying to recall the last vague images of his dream when a dull buzzing breaks through the silence. It happens a few times in quick succession, his eyes snapping open as he reaches out for his phone he had placed on the table.
He picks it up and sees he has twenty-five unread texts from a priveted number. He nearly drops his phone when he opens his texting app and it's a photo of an erect dick, with beads of precum dribbling down the girthy shaft. The hand holding it up looks to be in a cast. He scrolls past text messages begging to get fucked until he comes across a video that automatically starts playing. This time he does drop his phone, cursing loudly as he scrambles to pic it up. He groans as his knees hit the floor hard with an accompanying loud thump, because of course it slid under the coach. He doesn't know why he's desperate to get his phone and watch some video of a guy jerking off he got sent by mistake but some small part of him would like to imagine it's Gator sending him nudes and dirty videos. Rationally he knows it can't be him because he's still wrecked with guilt to give him his number or the OK to talk to each other on the phone or even engage out side of writing letters.
He lets out a little triumphant whoop as he fishes his phone from under the couch. His shoulders sag in relief when he sees his screen is still crisp and unblemished. He hefts himself back on to the couch, taking a few deep steading breaths. He finds the video again and opens up to full screen as he presses play. He startles a little as loud metal music starts playing again, making him turn the volume low. The actual visuals start of blurry before it focuses on the guy's very naked ass. He watches him shuffling about on the bed he's kneeling on, as he gets into a more comfortable position with his back arched low and his knees spread wide.
The guy's cock looks to be dripping like a facet and he can't help but rub the tip against the bunched up sheets under him. After what feels like minutes of him humping the sheets, the guy reaches behind himself with both hands and spreads his cheeks wide, giving Sam a nice view of his furled hole clenching around nothing before sliding a lubed finger along the rim. He groans loudly and shifts on the couch, spreading his own legs to accommodate his quickly chubbing up dick. He watches transfixed as the guy slowly slips two fingers past his rim. He turns the sound back on hoping to hearing the guy moaning, but the music in the background drowns everything out. He imagines its Gator on the bed, following his introductions as he tells him to slowly open himself up for his cock. He speeds up thrusting his two fingers inside his sloppy looking who, alternating the thrusting with twisting his wrist and scissoring his fingers. His dick give a kick as it squirts out more precum. The video abruptly stops as he knocks the phone over as the mystery guys starts humping the bed in earnest.
He curses loudly as he squeezes his own dick through his sweat pants. Just as he restarts the video for a second time, the privet number comes up as an incoming call. He stares dumbly at it before answering it he swallows and scrapes his throat.
"Hey, uh listen man … not that I didn't appreciate the nudes but I think you have the wrong number"
He hears a deep groan on the other end before the guy starts speaking.
"What are you wearing baby? I imagine you either sitting in bed cock in your fist or your sitting in sweats and a t-shirt, trying not to fuck your fist."
He bites his lips to hide his sharp inhale, he feels weirdly called out as he looks down at his old ROTC shirt and a pair of stained sweats. The guy on the other side has a noticeable accent, that he can't place, and is clearly drunk.
"Look dude, you sound drunk and uh .. I'm currently seeing someone. I'll delete the shit you sent me and no harm done."
He snorts loudly and scoffs.
"Seeing someone, implies you actually see them, Sammy boy, or are you seeing someone els huh? You got some pretty bitch shoving tits in your face? That why you only want to talk through snail mail?"
He jolts up straight his muscles tensing as his breath hitches.
"GATOR?! How the hell did you get this number?"
"I'm a deputy, all kinds of shit I can do that normal people can't"
His mind reals as he leans back and rubs his face ans groans loudly. He can't believe that he had just watched his, for a lack of a better word, crush finger himself open and is now talking to him.
"But Samuel, you still haven't answered who you are seeing?"
He sighs and groans as he presses both hands against his eyes thinking about how that's a loaded question, his erection swiftly dying.
"Fuck. What do you want me to say Gator? I'm still legally married, we have rules for when I'm home. We are working on getting a divorce …" he takes a deep breath his shoulders slumping in defeat. "You are the first person outside of Viv that I have any kind of … connection that isn't purely sexual"
He hears Gator breathing deeply on the other side of the line and a lot of rustling.
"Fuck, wait …"
The connection suddenly disconnects. He curses loudly. He can't believe the nerve of the other man, he doesn't give a damn if he's drunk or not. Just as he gears up to send him a message about his shitty attitude his phone starts ringing again, but this times its the facetime option, he waits a few seconds taking a deep breath and bracing himself before pressing the accept button.
His heart skips a beet as he's greated by Gator's dishevelled face. His hair is hanging limply against his forehead, he has a fading black eye and a split lip. The other man gives him a lazy grin as his eyes move around, taking in his own appearance.
"Fuck, 'Alli! What the hell happen to your face? That looks like it hurt!"
He brings a hand up to his face to touch his eye, Sam clocks the cast, his eyes widening. He watches with rapt attention as the other man runs his hand through his face and greedily takes in every detail he can.
" This? Shit. Roy's uh ex-wife got herself arrested for some bullshit so her name got flagged in the system. She ran one night, didn't even take her shit with her. Roy's been hunting her down, so to speak for years, he sent some acquaintances of his to pic her up and bring her home. Shit went south, they made a mess, I had to step in and clean it up. Got a black eye and broken arm for my troubles. Dotty she got two kids …. I uh … Raleigh …. Fuck! But yeah, gotta think of her first now."
He let him ramble, his jaw clenching as he listens. From the others letters he'd gathered that Roy Tillman was a grade A asshole, but hearing Gator just casually telling him how he, probably, had guys try and kidnap her and getting his son to just clean it up makes his blood boil. His hands are by no means clean, he's done things that were questionable to say the least looking back so he can't fault Gator for that.
"Jesus! … Is your arm going to be okay?"
Gator's eyes snap to his, the dark down pools turning darker as he smirks.
"You asking me if I can still handle you? You want me to give you a demonstration, Sammy-boy? Want to watch me fuck my fist?"
The emotional whiplash is terrifying to witness, how he can just switch so easily and he hardly has any time to process it as the phone gets angled downwards towards his already hardening cock. The good thing about being a seal is how he can switch gears at the drop of a hat, because otherwise he would be lost with how unpredictable Gator is while drunk. He watches entrapped as Gator fists himself slowly with the hand that's in the cast. He adjusts himself in his sweats and sits back against the couch, his legs falling open. Gator rucks up the white stained tank top he's wearing, exposing his quivering ab muscles and thick trail of hair.
"You sure that you never thought about dick before? Because you sure look like you're starving."
He's not lying, he is watching Gator fuck his fist with a ravenous hunger. He shifts to get more comfortable, his other hand starts palming himself through his sweats on its own accord.
"No wait, you'd be more comfortably with a clit right? Wanna see me rub my clit, Sammy boy, how about me fingering my bussy open again?"
Apparently this is a night of revelations for him, because hearing Gator referring to his fat cock as a clit, feels like getting the air punched out of his lungs in along drawn out groan. Sam lifts his hips just enough that he can comfortably pull his pants down just enough for his own cock to spring free. He licks his lips and clears his throat.
"Yeah Ally, you … uh .. you want to be a good girl for me? Huh? And rub that pretty little clit till you squirt?"
Watching Gator's pupils go so wide that only a slither of golden flecked green of his hazel irises stays visible has him nearly blowing his load. He manages to pinch his hilt just before he does.
"Yeah …yeah" Gator's breath hitches loudly "Can be a good girl, so goood for you"
Sam's eyes are fixed on Gator stripping his cock furiously.
"Just like that, baby. You're such a good girl for me, Ally. Yeah ….yeah just like that"
He bends his head slightly so he can spit on his own dick, as he matches Gator's furious hand movements.
"Sammy …. Shit, baby.. So fucking hot. Spit on me ….please …. I'll be soo good"
He nearly chokes on his own spit as his orgasm hits him like a fucking tank. He lets out a sob as his abdominal muscles spasm with the force. His eyes must have closed involuntarily because they snap open as he hears the string of obscenities that fly out of Gator's mouth. He luckily catches the tail end of his dick erupting and coating his hand in white.
They both spend a few moments in shared bliss as they come down from their high. He groans and his dick gives a pathetic twitch as he watches Gator liking his hand clean.
"Fuck, Ally … I can't, not that soon"
Gator leers at him.
"Now see, if you had just let me come up and meet you halfway. We could have done this not only in person but also again in the fucking morning, Samuel"
Sam drops his phone as Gator just hangs up on him.
"FUCK!"
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