Don't Shoot The Messenger

Grey blinked at the man in front of him, playing with the wires in his hands before offering up the bundle to the other. “Simple, I didn’t. I disarmed them.” There was a difference there, at least in Grey’s mind as he let his body fall on the other’s couch.He hadn’t been able to sleep, his  mind going to quickly for him to register what he was doing at the Haus of Perses, why he had broken down and let himself become a contracted slave- that’s what they were, right? They weren’t staff.

Troy frowned looking at the bundle of wires in Gray's hands. “Goddammit,” he muttered under his breath. He knew Gray would be trouble. He always was, but he didn't think the other would invade his room and disarm his defenses. He took the wires and tossed them to the side, hearing them clatter on the coffee table. “What are you doing here Gray? Besides trying to give me a heart attack.”

Perking up at the voice, Ashe glanced at a man seated on one of the workout machines. Slightly embarrassed his rambling was heard, he gave a shy smile and nodded. “You do have a point,” he meekly stated. “It’s just so easy to throw in the towel and just lounge in my room I suppose.”

Ashe turned his body ever so slightly so he was facing the man a little more than he was before. Eyes roved over the muscular man in a curious way. He seemed older, but he certainly didn’t look it. He also took care of himself. “I guess I should look into getting myself motivated for a late night run. No point in turning around now–I stretched and bothered to bring a towel, water bottle and fully-packed gym bag huh?”

Troy could sympathize with that. More often than he liked he refused to go to the gym. Not that he didn't want to work out. He just didn't want to be out of his room and would spend the time doing sit up and pull ups in his suite while Jordan watched from her little doggie bed.  

He took a drink from his water bottle and stood, leaning most of his weight on his good leg. Jordan took to his side without command. He stepped closer to the other smiling. “Well look at like this; you do you run, you can reward yourself with going back to your room and having those fries you wanted. Or if you like I'll buy you a plate of them. The caveat is, you'll have to share them with me.

Late-night trips to the gym seemed like something Ashe saw in some indie porn plot. But now, it was a part of his life. Going so late wasn’t so bad. If he was being honest with himself, he felt more active and energetic at night anyway–a reminder that his life over the last two years required him to be more active at night than in the day. Nobody wanted to see a stripper during the day. 

As he entered the gym, he looked around. “Having access to a state-of-the-art gym, comes with so many downsides,” he said playfully. “Would it be better if I sat in my room, shoveling an order of fries into my face while thinking about working out? I mean, there’s always tomorrow.”

Troy didn’t think the younger male was talking to him. Hell, he didn’t even think the boy knew he was there sitting on one of the machines, after finishing a set, but he over heard them anyway and yeah, a plate of fries sounded really good right then. 

“You could do that,” he said from where he sat, reached down to pick up his water bottle that Jordan was guarding for him. “Or you could just get on that tread mill and eat fried when you’re done. You never wanna wait for tomorrow. As the saying goes, the only easy day was yesterday.”

That Troy hadn’t pulled away at once was more than Bee could have hoped for. They planted tiny, fluttering kisses along the proud flesh of the scar and the brace and the smooth, unwounded skin, letting Troy know that there was no difference there. Nothing that would make Bee recoil in disgust, not ever. They wanted this just as badly as ever, perhaps even more.

The rough feel of Troy pulling their chin up made Bee gasp in excitement, and the burning, dark heat in Troy’s gaze made Bee’s own eyes go pupil-blown black. The way Troy still called them princess drew icy flares of need down Bee’s spine and they cupped their hands gently around the backs of Troy’s knees. “I’m sure, handsome,” Bee said, holding Troy’s gaze, seeing the floodgates start to open for him. And Bee wanted that, wanted so badly for Troy to let loose with them and have what he wanted, what he needed, anything that Bee could offer. Because being with Troy was sure as hell what Bee wanted.

“I’ll always be here to catch you,” Bee promised. “But you won’t fall, tiger. You’ll be just fine, I know it.”

Bee would have eagerly sucked Troy’s cock deep into their throat, but the added manhandling and direction that the man gave, forcing their glossy mouth open and then shoving his cock in, was incredibly arousing. It wasn’t, exactly, what Bee had expected from Troy … and that was what made it so fucking hot.

The faith Bee had in him then astounded Troy. They had such confidence in their voice telling him he would fall. They hadn’t seen him at his worst, his lowest. When everything had fallen apart. When he in recovery, with blood on his hands, his men's blood, with a ringing in his ears and Doctors giving him options about his leg. The nights alone with only the TV to keep him company, the pitying looks from his parents, the attempts at rehab, the stern empty gazes of the navy brass thanking him for his service and to take care, those moments when he thought to just to give up.

He was in better place now. He had Jordan, he had friends, but damn it thought things followed him around like specters, the things he did and didn't do in his life that lead him to this time and place. The things he had to face when he looked in the mirror and when he fell asleep. But This beautiful creature believed in him for some reason. It almost made Troy feel like himself, his old self. The one that still had a use in the world, that didn't jump and scream at loud noises, the old that didn't panic in a crowded room or blackout in a store. Bless them.

It was shocking how easy it was to just take. Troy marveled at the how effortlessly his cock slid into Bee's mouth, the sticky feel of their lip color coating over the shaft before it disappeared inside their mouth. What was even more shocking was the lustful way Bee stared back at him, their eye wide and dark, wanting, needing for him to continue. Those eye burned into Troy, so hot that it felt like even his breath was aflame as he sucked in air, biting back swears of pleasure. He wanted more.

“Ah- well, if you need someone with a brain, then you have the best person within a fifty mile radius to work on you.” He laughed as he poked at the other’s middle. It was easy to tease Troy, knowing that for the most part the man let it happen and didn’t make too big of a deal about it, unless he crossed over the line. “Lucky for you and everyone here, it takes a lot for me to say no,” He winked, trying to push the other to sit on his table so he could give the man a once over. He would never admit he was worried, not to Troy, not after he had held numerous people in the middle of a warzone, but Troy injured- or any of his squad- it sent chills down his spine. “You do make me want to test out saying no though.”

There were no other signs of pain from the other, no cough, or paleness to his complexion, no leaning or slouching in his posture that would have signified another pain, so instead he crossed his arms and continued to stare him down. “Please, you couldn’t kick my ass back when we were in the middle of a mission and you couldn’t kick my ass now- I mean you could always touch my ass but that’s a different story, “He said pulling his hands away with a smile.

“Well- you came here, so it’s already a big deal.So you either sit down, and tell me what’s going on, or I’m just going to follow you until you tell me Sir. Sir as in commander and not as client, just so you know. You’re not getting that from me just yet.” he winked, grabbing him by the arm to keep him from leaving. He may have loved teasing Troy, but he wasn’t about to watch him walk out if something was bothering him. “What’s going on?”

Troy gave Gray a look brushing the other hand away. He smiled a t little at the no comment.” Yeah, well, that's because you're shameless. You never know when to stand down.” He let Gray push him on to the table. He wanted to sit anyways. He felt tired, wrung out and not with it. He didn't know what to blame that on; Devin leaving again or just how fucked up his head was anymore. Maybe it was the fact never slept good or didn't rest like his doctor and counselor said he should. “test it all you want. Just don't cry to me with you don't get the results you want.”

Troy sat on the table cane in hand, peering at Gray like he was staring down a target. Not with malice or anything. That was never part of it. It was more of a determination. Gray was right on some level though. Troy would be loathed to put his hands on the other for any reason, but kicking his ass to knock some sense into him would be a good one. Gray had a history of being reckless. It tied in well with the whole “not knowing when to say no' thing. Troy snorted a laugh and smiled. “See? This is what I mean when I say you're quack. What kind of doctor say that to a patient?”

The last person he expected to see when he turned around was Troy. The other was like a blast from the past, a smile forming almost immediately on his lips as he recognized his brother’s voice. That was what they were in Grey’s mind, whether the other liked it or not. “Hey- that’s not fair, I could go get you a quack if you want one, but they’re hands are going to be nowhere as good as mine on you.” He grinned as he grabbed a stool, pulling it under himself so he could rest on it. “What does it look like I’m doing here? It was either do this, or head back to Syria? Starting to think I should have gone the other way- but what can I say, the higher ups here don’t like hearing no for an answer. “At least I can be as open as I want here without getting the back of my head slapped.”

“Now- what are you doing here, and I don’t mean unleashing the freak inside your sex drive- I mean in my office? it’s not your leg is it?” He asked as he pushed himself up, instantly grabbing the other’s shirt, teasingly tugging at it to look under it, “But if it’s your abs- you know I don’t mind looking at those as well.” He laughed before turning away, not wanting to tease the man too much- it had been a while, “Seriously though, what’s going on?”

It wasn't that Troy wasn't happy to see Gray. The two of them had gotten along when serving together when Gray wasn't getting into trouble. It was just a surprise and Troy never missed a chance to rib the other.  “I don't need hands. I need someone with a brain,” Troy retorted shuffling further into the room.  “You are safer here than in Syria,” Troy answered. “ Get used to that. People around here don't like to hear no. It's not a popular word around here.

Of course with Gray being the new Haus doctor is wouldn't be as hard to talk about his issues. Gray knew most of them already.  Troy shifted not looking The other for a moment or two. His leg was… Okay. For the moment. It hadn't bothered him any more than normal and he was getting plenty of exercise for it walking around the Haus grounds. “No. My leg is doing alright.”

He shook his head, his tongue moving over his lips as he thought how best to word his issue. He didn’t like talking about the stuff in his head. His leg, his loss of hearing, they were one thing, but his other issues were something else and he tended to clam up about those.  He smacked the other hands away. “Hey knock that off. If I have to, I'll kick your ass.”

“I just got here and you already need something from me? Did this place not have a Doctor for me? There isn’t anyone walking around here with the plague is there?” He questioned, his back turned to the other in the space the Haus had given him to work. Grey had barely been able to pull his scrubs on, deciding against the pants for the afternoon and settling on jeans, if he was going to start in the middle of the day, then he was going to be comfortable while doing it- that was what this place was about right? Maybe not the comfort of a staff member, but he was sure the higher ups wouldn’t really mind all that much, “So-…want to tell me whats wrong or do I have to figure that out myself?” He asked finally turning to the other.

Troy grumbled as he made his way to the office of the in-Haus doctor. He hadn't made a point of using the Haus' medical services, preferring to see someone at the local VA or a walk-in clinic.  He felt his issues were too private to share at the Haus anyway, even with a medical professional. Only it was a holiday weekend and  Devin had left again, to report on the flood in India so Troy was left alone.  It didn't nothing to help his anxiety or depression. He opened the door to the little office, thinking maybe if he just talked to whomever that would take the edge off and help. Or the guy could up his dosage of meds until Troy could go back to his regular doctor.

“Please,” Bee gasped, hips working against Troy’s hand and his thick hard cock. There was such a good scent to the man, rich and meaty, that made Bee’s mouth water for him. “Please, Troy, take me back to your room and open me up, make me bloom for you, I need you so much, handsome.” Troy’s hands were traveling Bee’s body with tangible desire, demanding but still faintly restrained. That restraint was what made Bee wriggle against the big man, frustrated, wanting more of Troy than this. Than his cautiousness and scar tissue.

Once they were back in the Haus and back in the client’s room, Bee pushed back into Troy’s arms, rubbing their hands up and down the man’s broad, furred chest. “I want you,” Bee said, voice hoarse and high, a girl who smokes speaking in her throat. “Everything about you is so beautiful, everything about you makes me so hot. The way you talk to me, how you touch me, it makes me crazy, Troy.” By this point Bee had sunk down to their knees, and looked up at Troy with big blue eyes, thick blond lashes pinned back as they carefully kissed Troy’s scarred leg. “Beautiful,” Bee whispered, shivering and nudging their nose gently along the furrows. 

“Let me in.” Bee rubbed their hands up the sides of Troy’s thighs, entreating, their clothes shifting and half falling off one shoulder. “I want to know you, baby. I want all of you. I’m not afraid, please.”

The nerves in his leg were damaged but not so much that he could feel the faint press of lips to his skin. It had bee shock when Bee dropped to their knees and pull up his pant leg. Troy had almost stepped back, partly out of fear, partly out of shame. There was an ugly word. He didn't like to face it but there was a lot of shame that Troy carried around. He hid it best he could, his leg, his brace, but it was always there. But Bee's words struck him in a profound way. He could really believe that they wanted to unlock his doors and peer behind them. That they wouldn't run from what was there on the other side.

He lightly panted, soft tremors running their course over his body. There was still an edge to his care, knowing that he still had to keep up his shields but maybe not so high. They weren't afraid and he shouldn't be either.

He reached down grabbing their chin lifting their face to look at him, his eyes darkening with desire. “You sure Princess?” he breathed. It was his one last connection to safety one last bastion of care. He didn't feel it as his defenses were already unraveling. There was buzzing in his head, like a swarm of flies and his skin felt hot. “If I fall you'll have to catch me,” was all he said before, using his free hand, unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard cock.

“You know what else could be really nasty and you could use instead of mayo? Pickles and pickle juice. I hate that.” It actually gave Noel goosebumps just thinking about a bomb of those things dropping on top of him and soaking him. “I’d normally say I’m open to trying a lot of things, but that is definitely not one of them.” 

In between all their talk, Adam did not realize that there was a dog under the table and who also joined them. “I’m Adam, pleasure meeting you. And who’s this lovely lady?” He asked, looking down at the dog and making sure it was alright to pet her. “Recently, yeah. Still getting the gist of everything around. And also getting over the shock of constantly finding people fucking in the saunas.”