Katey-Did

Chapter Four
Sweat and Scissors



Klinger opened his eyes having realized whose name he had called out. His cheeks burned as they flushed red by his embarrassed blood.


“Was that…” Katey’s voice quivered as he slowly lifted himself off Klinger. He scooted over to the edge of the bed and clutched the thin sheet. “…your wife’s name?”


Klinger sat up and watched Katey. He looked nervous and uncertain. “Katey, I…” Klinger began but didn’t know how to explain himself. There was nothing to tell except the truth. “She was, yes.” Klinger moved closer to Katey and touched his side lightly. “I just—it felt…” he sighed, “It felt like the way she would—used to—ride me.”


Katey spun around and jumped into Klinger’s arms. “You really thought of me as your wife?”


It wasn’t exactly the point Klinger was trying to make, but he couldn’t find the ability to tell the soft, watery eyes, otherwise. His fingers tilted Katey’s lips up towards his. Klinger brushed his lips over Katey’s mouth, tracing down his chin and over his Adam’s-apple.


“Oh, Klinger,” Katey drew the man closer to him, “Treat me like her; treat me like you did Lillian.”





It’ll be fine, a voice sounded in the air that only Klinger was aware of, soothing, sweet, Lillian’s voice, You need this—it’s been too long…Let go of me…


Klinger wanted to tear up at the push Lillian’s voice was carrying. Then the memory of his dream materialized in his mind of Lillian…and Grimshaw…


I don’t deserve your love, Lillian’s voice whispered once more, not anymore.





Klinger pushed Katey onto his back in a hostile motion. There was a curiously sinister grin growing on his face. Katey blinked from the shock he was given. First, he was gentle, and then Klinger was rough. Katey liked where this was going.


“Don’t scream,” Klinger whispered into Katey’s ear as baleful as his smile, “But I want this to hurt.” Klinger pushed himself up to get a look at Katey’s reaction.


Hazel eyes blinked, and for a moment, Klinger was worried about the meaning behind the blank expression.


“That’s hawt.”


That magnificent phrase.


Klinger lifted Katey’s body off the bed and began sucking the pale skin of the late-teenage abdomen. It was fairly obvious that Katey’s physique was victim of malnutrition in some part of his life; thick muscles in his shouldes and abs, but his pectorals were thin and his ribs could ripple too deeply in some places. A street urchin, a delinquent runaway. Was he ever in such a situation where he made a living like Blair?


It was doubtful. Katey moaned with too much salivation; he might have been around the block a few good rounds, but it was for pleasure—not money.


Klinger dug his fingers into Katey’s hips and jerked them clockwise, spinning him onto his stomach.


Katey landed with an “oof.” He suddenly howled into the empty air in front of him as Klinger re-entered him with a mean thrust. His body bent up as Klinger sat on his haunches and continued the rhythm from earlier. He tried not to scream, taking the sheets in between his teeth, inhaling deeply and forming quick words like “yes” and “more.” Katey had a kink for certain pains, and rough, forceful sex was one of them.


Klinger pulled out of Katey for a moment and flipped him onto his back once more. He pushed his cock back into Katey, who cried out, and wrapped his fingers around Katey’s length and gave the shaft a heavy squeeze, tensing his arm and allowing his body-movement to shake the wrist, jerking off Katey. He bent his body forward and kissed the nape of Katey's neck. The sounds escaping Katey’s throat heightened in pitch. The soldier reached out with his free hand and buttoned Katey’s lips with his index finger. He quieted him then whispered into his ear. “Scream when you come, babe.”


Klinger increased his speed, pressing deeper, squeezing harder. Katey’s muscles tightened with the change of pace. As reflex and to work under Klinger’s request, Katey reached both hands up and attached them to Klinger’s shoulders. Like a terrified cat, the nails dug into the skin tearing it. Klinger groaned and as a rebuttle, his teeth met Katey’s jawbone and began nipping at the curve. He then moved down to the muscle between Katey's neck and shoulder and gave a vengeful bite for the one Katey did earlier.


Katey bit his own lip to stay quiet for Klinger's request. He didn’t want the moment to end; he had finally gotten close to Klinger, and the uncertainty of a continued relationship was rearing its ugly face around the corner of reality. But the feeling was so strenuous and hot; he could not hold himself inside any longer. A loud syllable leaked from Katey’s vocal cords as he shot come across the sheets and into Klinger’s fingers.


Klinger pushed himself up and pressed Katey’s limp body down flat. He grabbed his hips, lifting one of the legs, and gave Katey another turn onto his back still inside him. The shift of position made Katey quiver. Klinger stretched himself over Katey who embraced him in the missionary style and continued making rough-love to the fragile creature under him. Katey kissed Klinger’s neck and moved his lips up the cheeks to the sweat-drenched forehead of the needy god.


Klinger pulled his face away from Katey and then brought it back to kiss Katey’s lips, sliding his tongue inside. His tongue moved in the same progression his pelvis had forced his penis into. The heat built up inside his body. Klinger sang his moans into Katey’s throat as his thighs quivered.


Like Hell fires, the heat rushed from Klinger’s body and into Katey’s. Klinger pulled his mouth off of Katey’s and heaved air into his lungs in a gasp. The moment was silent as he slowly and carefully slid out of the still-tight muscles. He collapsed on top of Katey and rested his loins.


A smile spread over his lips as Klinger closed his eyes and dozed. His ears tuned to Katey’s soft voice.


“Klinger, I love you,” Katey whispered. Klinger lifted his head, shocked by the confession. Katey continued with a tone change, “But your heavy—get off me.”


Klinger burst into laughter and rolled onto his back, no longer crushing Katey’s figure. Katey, snickering, cuddled up close to Klinger’s side and fell asleep, head resting on his bisep.


Watching him slip into a dream, Klinger stared at Katey. His smile faded however in a brood.


He waited.


After such a long silence in the tent, Klinger blinked and yawned. His expression softened. He expected to hear her, but her voice never came. Lillian stopped haunting him.




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He tried not to spill coffee over the lid.


Klinger had been asleep for some time, and Grimshaw worried about the intense hangover his friend must be suffering.


With every casual fiber of his being, Grimshaw approached the shady tent flap. He would have said, “Klinger! How you feelin’, ya sum-bitch?” but his voice was caught in his throat from the sight that filled his eyes.

Grimshaw let the canvas slide from his fingers. As his palm was emptied, Grimshaw couldn’t help but review his memories of the sudden sight he had witnessed. His hand tightened as he imagined dragging the sleeping faggot off his friend and strangling him…or maybe skull-fucking him.


He walked away from the tent. He passed by a fire- barrel, which three conversing civilians stood near paying no attention to the soldier. Grimshaw lifted the paper cup over the flames and dropped it into the barrel with a splatter.


The sound interrupted the three, and they watched the dark silhouette of Grimshaw walk away.




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Klinger and Katey looked up from their coffee as the Armada rode back into the compound. The orange beast parked and Flynn jumped out with a duffel. The others unloaded boxes from the trunk, and Beth stepped out with a leather jacket in her arms. She searched the area, jerking her head back and forth until she caught sight of Katey. She waved and began walking to him and Klinger.


Klinger leaned closer to Katey. “Before this gets away from me,” he said deeply, concealing his voice for their exclusive conversation, “About what happened…let’s not let that get out—you know, just between us.”


Katey felt a bit discouraged, not because he was stripped of his bragging rights but because he was unsure if there would be another time to keep secret. “Sure, no problem. Not the first time I've kept this kind of thing a under wraps.”


He was about to get up to greet Beth, still at a distance, when Klinger set down a heavy weight on his head.


Klinger squished the green hat over Katey’s vision. He closed in on Katey nearly brushing his lips across the confused cowboy’s ear. “Don’t forget this, again,” he whispered seductively, “Next time, I’d like you to wear it when you ride me.”


Katey pushed a grin from ear to ear and giggled, “That’s hawt.”


Beth ran over to the two unsuspected lovers, “Katey, I got you a new coat!”