Saturday lovers
Sidestory 1 - Mirage

     Alex Sheridan had learned to really dislike Saturday evenings. No, not just dislike, he grumpily contradicted himself right after thinking the thought, but really hate. It used to be the one evening when the whole group relaxed and headed into whatever town they were visiting, everyone including Naoki. Then they usually got drunk and fooled around a bit. But now, after they had arrived in Rome two weeks ago, that blond little runt had ruined it all.

     It was remarkably convenient to blame his miserable love life on the one seemingly standing in his way, so Alex did, although a little voice in his head told him that was unfair. Granted, he'd had almost two years of wasted opportunities behind him, but that had been because of army regulations and whatnot. Not to mention that he technically was Naoki's commanding officer. And the group, consisting mostly of teenagers, didn't exactly approve of Naoki's preferences anyway. To have a same sex couple within the group, quite simply, was not only disallowed, but also a really bad idea.

     Still, blaming it all on Adrian was far more satisfying than acknowledging that he'd had his opportunity, and missed it. Alex glared angrily into the dark mug that contained some sort of alcohol or another he'd had far too much of already, entertaining thoughts of murder. He still had an ace up his sleeve, though, which made him grin gleefully to himself. In exactly fourteen days they'd leave this godforsaken hellhole, and Adrian, to travel north. No more lonely Saturday nights. No more Adrian. Martell stared at him from across the open fire, and Alex realised he must've chuckled out loud.

     Alex sighed instead. He simply couldn't understand what Naoki saw in the scrawny blond anyway; Adrian had a severe attitude problem and wasn't particularly good in bed either. Frowning unhappily, he pushed away those particular thoughts again. Naoki would kill him if he knew. And to add insult to injury, Naoki seemed to think of him like an older brother too, Gods only knew why. In short, his life was a particularly nasty incarnation of Hell.

     Which was why he really should have known better, but when Naoki plopped himself down on his lap later that particular evening, who was Alex Sheridan to protest? No one. And so the shorter Japanese boy, albeit somewhat unexpectedly, wrapped his slender arms around Alex with a giggle, as he realised he wasn't going to be pushed away. It didn't make sense at all, but facing a situation where all his dreams suddenly came true at once, he most certainly was not about to question the rationality of it all.

     Naoki's hot breath fanned across his cheek, heavily laden with alcohol, and without a protest from the stunned Alex - although he was supposed to be the drunk one's superior and this hardly was proper behaviour - Naoki planted a sloppy kiss on his cheek. From across the fireplace, Alex could see Martell snort and then leave. The drunk boy in his lap spent no time idle, as he proceeded to yank the button of Alex's shirt.

     "Ne, Naoki... What are you doing?"

     "I'm seducing you," slurred Naoki, and continued struggling with the buttons.

     "Oh."

     What could one say about such a statement anyway? As the dark- haired boy finally managed to unbutton the topmost button, Alex sighed contentedly. Why question things when Naoki's fairly innocent struggling in his lap brought such pleasurable feelings? But then something occurred to him.

     "What about Adrian?"

     "Who?" Naoki blinked cutely.

     "Never mind."

     "Ok," said Naoki just as happily, and continued his fight against the buttons.

     "Naoki, you're too drunk to seduce me, let's go somewhere else."

     The dark-haired boy didn't protest, and so the couple made their way to Alex's tent. Luckily, Martell had not yet showed up, and Alex thought his friend would probably take the hint and stay away, when he heard what was going on inside... Blushing a little at his bold thoughts, Alex closed the tent behind them. In front of him in the tiny room, Naoki was watching him with glittering blue eyes.

     "Ne... let me seduce you, instead..."

     "Yes," Naoki agreed with a sultry smile.

     The once so energetic Naoki became docile under his hands, as Alex, with better success than the dark-haired boy previously had, managed to unbutton the other's shirt although his fingers trembled in anticipation. Soon, the unexpectedly dark skin of Naoki greeted his eyes, and Alex simply had to touch it. Softer than he thought possible, Naoki let out a little mewling sound of approval as his hands roamed the tanned chest.

     Arching back, Naoki moved Alex's hands downwards, stopping briefly at the belt surrounding his waist. Blushing, he then pushed one hand further down... They both gasped as Alex's hand brushed past Naoki's cloth trapped hardness. Wasting no time, Alex unbuckled the belt and let Naoki's pants slide down on the floor.

     "Ne...onegai..." Naoki breathed.

     "I think... maybe I... oh, never mind," Alex's mind was so flooded with images of things he wanted to do to Naoki, that it was difficult picking just one.

     Kneeling in front of the now mostly naked Naoki, Alex breathed deeply as he reached up to slide the plain white boxer shorts down Naoki's slim hips. The impatient hands of Naoki laced through Alex's hair to push him closer where he dark-haired boy thought he needed it the most. Obediently, surprising even himself, Alex licked tentatively on Naoki's protruding erection. As Naoki seemed to really like what he was doing, Alex continued, drawing the boy into his mouth. Alex could have done this all night, but soon, Naoki became impatient again.

     "Jirasanai de..."

     Quickly stripping out of his clothes, Alex watched as Naoki lay down on the narrow bed. Not quite modestly either, he thought with a little thrill; Naoki wet a finger before teasing his own nipples into hardness. Momentarily struggling with his own underwear that seemed impossible to get out of, Alex stopped, unable to even think of anything but the vision in front of him. As Naoki smiled suggestively at him, Alex was kicked into action again. Carefully getting onto the bed that was only meant for one person, Alex placed moist kisses on the smooth skin of Naoki, as he lay down on top of him.

     "Gaman dekinai yo..."

     Reaching for the bottle of lube sitting on his backpack, Alex coated his fingers before reaching down between Naoki's legs. The dark-haired boy seemed to know exactly what he was supposed to do, as he parted his legs and lifted himself off the mattress slightly. Touching the hidden entrance, Alex slowly pressed a slick finger into Naoki. The dark-haired boy reacted almost violently, groaning loudly.

     "Irete..!"

     "Alright, calm down."

     Easier said than done, Alex realised as he carefully pressed into Naoki's waiting body. Too hot and tight, all he could do was to follow the feeling dragging him in. Under him, Naoki seemed to be lost in his own world, eyes glazed over with bliss. Happy that he wasn't hurting Naoki, Alex gave in to the burning feelings taking control of him. Close, he was so close.

     "Aaaah!"

     "Hnng," Alex grunted happily.

     + + +

     "Damn you Sheridan!!"

     "Wha?"

     "Will you cut it out? You sound like a dying camel for God's sake," the gruff voice of Martell came from across the tent.

     Groggily, Alex sat up in his bunk, blinking in the early morning light in utter confusion. The dream images of Naoki inevitably vanished in the chilly air and the warm, writhing body beneath him had been replaced by something not quite as pleasant. Although still warm, the wet spot in front of his boxers was quickly cooling down, clinging to his sweaty body in unpleasant ways. Alex shivered ever so slightly at the uncomfortable feeling.

     In an attempt to digest his confused thoughts, Alex tried to figure out what had happened. One minute he'd made sweet love to Naoki, the next... he'd woken up. Woken up? Disappointment fell down on him like that fabled ton of bricks - it had only been a dream. Alex didn't know if he should have been worried or not over the thought that then occurred to him - better a dream than nothing at all.

     A quick glance over at Martell showed that his team-mate was once again asleep, and so Alex quickly unzipped his sleeping bag to take care of the sticky problem. He imagined he looked really funny, as he slightly hunched over to not have the wet spot come in contact with his skin, made his way over to the washroom tent.

     The trousers covering the mess he'd made slid to the floor as he reached for some paper towels over the sink. A quick check into the cubicles showed that no one was awake at this ungodly hour, and so Alex stepped out of the soggy boxer shorts too. He barely had time to clean up, before he heard a whistling voice approaching, from outside the tent.

     "Damn!"

     Alex hurried into one of the empty cubicles just in time, as the other person entered the tent. And almost as if the Gods had decided to punish Alex for his indecent dreams, it was Naoki that had appeared. Looking a little bit too happy, considering the time of day, the dark haired boy put down his pillow on the sink as he reached for a plastic cup.

     In an instant, Alex remembered. Naoki had taken the night off to spend it with his boyfriend, and he'd brought a pillow too... The realisation effectively crushed the last remnants of Alex's pleasant dream. Naoki would never try to seduce him, even if he was drunk. Even if they were both drunk. Which they hadn't been at all, because it was only a dream. Feeling utterly stupid, Alex stood there completely naked behind the thin door, just a few meters away from the object of his desire.

     Soon, Naoki left the washroom, just as disgustingly happy as when he'd joined it, a few minutes ago. Alex sighed. Producing a new pair of boxer shorts out of a pocket on his trousers, he quickly got dressed again. It seemed that all he had to make do with was his dreams, and so he went back to bed that morning, determined to catch a few more happy images before it was time to go back to work.

     - the unhappy end -

  Japanese dictionary:
"Ne...onegai..." = "Please..." (between the lines: Take me now!)
"Jirasanai de..." = "Stop teasing me..." (End Foreplay start Main Feature)
"Gaman dekinai yo..." = "I can't stand it anymore..." (Take me now now now!!!)
"Irete..!" = (really really blunt) "Stick it in me."