Through Different Lens

Just to clarify, Rosie is one of their obviously female partners, and has left their company for whatever reason to allow this scene to happen. :P Just some quick and rough background information: Troy belongs to the SAS, and is the rank of Captain in the base he’s originally stationed at in the UK. He’s friendly, optimistic, pragmatic, fun when the time calls for it. An ideal soldier. Hard to anger... also, divorced, quite sadly.
Lee is a American government agent, but also a soldier. He’s also canonly gay. Probably got a mild-mannered personality; practical, though when he’s embarrassed he’s totally... cute about it. Both are tipped off and sent to investigate happenings in a fictional town in the US. They’re both ‘specialists’ in that way, too, I suppose. :D
Now I’m gaying these two up. /fiend.
I do not own these characters stated, all belong to Margaret Esaak. (meesak.deviantart.com)

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It was all fun and games until Troy leaned in.

Troy seemed almost intimidating from Lee’s angle. One of Troy’s hands gripped the side of the steeling wheel, leverage, until he was floating inches away from Lee’s vision; he felt invaded, and maybe a little warm. He turned his head toward him – stupid move. Troy’s eyes were not with his, rather, at his lips.

Silence spanned around them, until Lee swallowed, as quietly as he could manage. His voice was a half-whisper. “Troy?”

A hand had gripped the back of Lee’s headrest, two inches away now. Troy tilted his head, and the last thing Lee saw before closing his eyes was the twin flare of Troy’s dark blue eyes.

He expected Troy’s mouth, but it never comes. The squeak of leather prompted him instead, and he opened his eyes. Troy was upright, back in his seat, as if nothing had happened – and the guy was sniggering like a moron.

Confusion spread across Lee’s face.

“Aw, c’mon, I wasn’t being serious,” Troy said with a foolhardy grin, and Lee kind of wanted to kick his teeth in. Kind of. Lee fumbled for words, pursing his lips, then running a tongue over them.

They hadn’t even touched, and Lee’s heart was thumping in his chest. His words were soft. “Were you?”

“Hell,” Troy scoffed. Shit. But that lead reaction was false however; Troy’s voice turned low, serious, maybe even slightly embarrassed. “I’m not sure.”

Lee turned his head front, ignoring the side-glance Troy had on for him. He ducked his head a little, running his tongue over teeth as he debated this, quickly. Lee may have thought of Troy inappropriately, not for the rational reasons. His mind wandered without his permission – and yes, he concluded that Troy was attractive. Maybe not his usual... ‘Type’, but denying that fact itself was pointless.

Out Lee’s side of the window suddenly seemed interesting.

There was dead silence for a few moments until a hand jerked Lee’s chin roughly to face Troy, up close, very personal. Lee’s eyes blew wide as he was faced with those blue eyes again, and he barely had three seconds to process what was happening as Troy closed the gap between them, joining their lips easily, chastely.

Lee recoiled violently. The space in the driver’s seat limited him as he managed only two inches away from Troy. He took one shallow breath, jerking away, but Troy practically bit at his lips, tugging his jaw down, the movement almost desperate and fast and very exacting.

Nonplussed, Lee didn’t respond for a few seconds. Troy tilted his head and slid his tongue into Lee’s mouth. Lee twisted away from him, even though he didn’t exactly want to...

“What the hell–” he stopped, moaning low in his throat as he felt Troy run a hand between his legs, kneading like it was a weak point. And it was. He finally let out an approving moan. Whatever was holding him back let go. Troy wasn’t doing this for fun, wasn’t teasing him – Lee thought with a kind of schoolgirlish joy – because no completely straight guy’s hand would go a little lower like Troy’s was, his curious and unrelenting fingers bringing him to life.

Lee was all but responding now, releasing the steering wheel and wrapping both arms around whatever of Troy he could find. One wrapped around Troy’s arm, the other looped over his neck.

They kissed gently – exploring, just lips and some tongue – then rougher, for a grand minute in total, taking more and more energy until they ran out of air. Lee whined a little; the kiss was... better than anything he’d had in months... he’d had his preconceptions about Troy, but none anticipated being a good kisser.

It was Troy who broke it off. Both men grasped for conversation topics, panting, blinking at each other hazily, but there weren’t any words at that second that could justify those two minutes. So Troy leaned in again, still holding himself up using Lee’s seat with the other hand. It was effort to lean so far out of his seat – even minus the hindrance of a seatbelt.

Lee shifted uncomfortably in his seat mid-kiss, being pressed into the window. And fuck his pants were getting tighter for his liking. Though, he gave a frustrated whine when Troy’s hand stopped massaging his groin.

Troy pulled him off the window, seeming to sense his discomfort, breaking the kiss so their foreheads touched, both panting an unsteady rhythm. Troy quickly grasped at Lee, one arm tugging the front of his shirt down like a hook, the other gripping at Lee’s forearm looped around his neck. It was an awkward embrace, but it felt right.

This was going to go further and both men knew it. Felt it... And saw, as far as Lee could see between Troy’s legs...

Lee swallowed audibly through heavy breaths, the familiar yet now alien adrenaline pumping a heavy beat through his body. And this time, it was Lee who initiated the kiss, pressing into Troy urgently. God, it had been a while. The bitter tobacco taste was ever present around that mouth, the taste soothing his nerves, making him covet his partner even more.

Aware of the advantage he had, Lee kissed with a raw, imperative lust – something that pleased Troy greatly. Lee would never typically push or aggravate Troy, and now all the pent-up rage and emotion spilled out in that kiss. Their teeth clicked together at one point, which Troy responded by biting Lee’s jaw in a chastising manner, out of breath. He groaned, leaning back, allowing Lee to hurriedly shuffle in his seat until he was kneeling over Troy like a big shadow.

“Jesus Christ, Campbell,” Troy grunted. So many words popped into Troy’s head, mainly along the branches of god it’s been a while and ohshitohshit Rosie better not appear out of nowhere. Instead he rolled with, “should’ve done this before all shit went south.”

Lee didn’t pause at those words, lavishing Troy’s neck with a few possessive nips and tongue every now and then. “Nnn... We’re fixing that, aren’t we?”

Troy pulled Lee so he could speak into his left ear, just breathing. Lee ended up shivering. “God you’re actually feistier than you look, you little wanker.”

As much as Troy hungered for human contact, for sex, for reciprocation, he wanted to be the one heading the affair. Troy slyly ran his hand down Lee’s flank as they kissed hard, Lee groaned when his tank top began to pull up, and they broke apart to pull away that layer as a combined effort, until it was over Lee’s head and carelessly discarded. No time for surveying for Troy, as Lee was on him again, returning the favour by tugging at his own flashy shirt. This cycle continued, teeth and tugging and hard kisses, until both men were shirtless.

In between kisses Troy simply said, “Backseat.”

“No space,” Lee gasped, itching to get out of his pants right there and just get done already.

“Make space.” And really, that was that. So Troy moved first, pushing Lee back into his seat heedlessly, until he had somehow plonked down on the leather seat in the back. Immediately after he landed he pulled Lee along with him – careful not to land on the gearstick. That would be rather... new... and painful... Troy snorted.

Christ, Troy was strong – or just dominating when he felt like it. Lee realized it would have been both as he fell on top of Troy, straddling him, the man securing him right there. It was uncomfortable in the small back seats, to say the least, but it was much more freeing than the front. Troy’s hand rested at the indenture of Lee’s back, the other roaming greedily up his side.

“Oh,” Lee gasped as Troy ground up against him, his spine arching in pleasure. Then he felt teeth clamp down on the crook of his neck, and he cried out, moving his body in waves to match Troy’s grinding.

Troy groaned as they made contact through material, the whole act kind of a preview of what was coming up. His breath shivered into Lee’s flesh. Electricity shot up and down Lee’s torso where Troy ran his hand over. Then that hand dropped down to the front of his pants, kneading there for a bit, enough to make Lee moan loudly – Christ was he generous with his voice.

“Troy!” It was a cry of pleasure, and Lee immediately regretted that as Troy stopped grinding against him for a bit, and Lee refused to look his partner in the eye.

There was so many things Troy could have teased him about, could have taken the piss out of, but he refrained, instead bringing their lips together in something like an appreciative gesture, just a peck of the lips, and Troy quickly changed their positions, Lee’s back hitting leather. There was just enough space for their bodies to meld with each other’s, and even with Troy straddling him missionary-style, it was still cramped.

Lee found himself throwing his head back as Troy began to thrust eagerly against his groin; clearly Troy had some idea of how that worked.

“Oh, god,” Lee moaned, trying his best to press Troy flush against him. He urgently sought physical contact, something he always liked in his partners. Troy complied with his wordless need.

Everything felt right, from the way that mouth ghosted over his neck, to those well-placed (light) nips, to the way Troy had him at the forearms, pinned down in an extremely compromising position. Anything he tried, there was a way for Troy to overcome it.

Somehow, it was an incredible turn on for Lee.

“Fuck, ngh... shit,” Lee gasped, at feeling Troy as hard as he was, thrust against him. There were no words that Lee could shout loud enough. He called Troy’s name louder, yanking his arms up, scrabbling for the solid side of the car, holding himself against it so he wouldn’t hit his head from exerted force.

For Troy, this was losing his bearings. He knew how to proceed, damn if he wasn’t aware of how typical sex worked between men, but this felt too good to stop now. There was no question of whether he’d end up fucking Lee; just the mere thought of doing so enthralled him in some sexually deviant way, especially since this was the first time he’d had this kind of attraction to a man.

If he was pessimistic he’d call this a gratis one-time affair. Sex for Troy hardly brought doubts, not the toxic kind that would stop him midway. And particularly since Lee was his partner, he’d leave the awkwardness for later.

“Troy,” Lee moaned his name again and again, knowing he sounded like some cheap scripted whore, but he meant it. It quickly became more a plea than just mindless words.

Eventually, Troy had lessened his movements to a steadier, less broken rhythm. Then tentatively, Troy hooked a finger on Lee’s waistband, pulling down. “...Sure?”

Without respite Lee nodded quickly, his lips parted but no words actually came out. His mouth was dry at this point, gaze between their legs, almost tranced by... well... how much he’d affected Troy...

Lee wriggled out of his pants as he forced Troy down on his mouth, to which Troy actually pulled away from. He didn’t have the state of mind to realize how needy that single movement was.

Lee reached for the front of Troy’s pants and began rubbing, eager to return the favour. Troy ended up halting on Lee’s pants and pulling his own off, now mindlessly returning Lee’s kiss as a way to distract himself from experienced hands over his groin.

In the thick of the moment Troy was thrusting his hips shallowly, in an attempt to draw pleasure mid-strip, though the movement was kind of out of memory instinct than anything else. Both men had a small lapse in thought, joining hips again in their boxers and as hard as they were, thrusting against the other again.

“Hurry,” Lee breathed, tugging down Troy’s boxers finally, exposing Troy’s hard cock to the air. “Please.”

“Aah,” Troy clicked his tongue, “fuck’n eager,” he said quite breathlessly. He wasn’t complaining though. Tugging Lee’s boxers off was a combined effort of the two, and Lee was breathing restlessly at this point.

Lee’s mouth shaped into a silent moan as a large hand gripped him, and starting pumping him teasingly. “Please...” Troy craned his neck to gently kiss Lee, but the effort was totally one-sided.

Impatient, Lee pulled Troy’s hips down, and Troy’s hard length pressed up against his own.

“Oh,” Troy actually gasped, the feeling was foreign yet inviting at the same time.

Fuck if he’d hesitate now, though.

Lee lunged his hips, and just as he did that Troy had his hand pumping now, causing full-body shivers for both of them. What Lee didn’t expect was how hard Troy would be, how good he’d be with his hand. Troy wasn’t selfish at all...

Lee let out a choked gasp. He was getting closer, but he couldn’t come now. It had been months since sex and he could feel his body indiscriminately rushing toward the end.

“Oh, shit,” Lee cursed, flanking Troy’s sides with his legs as he fought for a secure position. “Shit!”

Troy’s thrusting put him in ecstasy. Reaching for whatever he could feel, Lee ended up kissing Troy, though most of it was groans and broken speech.

Lee shut his eyes; actually disbelieving it was Troy above him. By closing his eyes he played out a fantasy that had been crawling in his head... “Oh, fuck me,” Lee gasped, not caring how he sounded. “Fuck me!”

Troy could not believe this was Lee. Usually a mild-mannered guy, he was begging underneath him, imploring as if this were his life. Lee covered his eyes with his free forearm, cheeks burning.

The word stretched out in one long breath. “Please... ”

Now Troy could not keep his eyes away. Hiding his eyes seemed silly; he wanted to see the man bare and not playing hide and seek with him. He swallowed hard. Didn’t he have to do something before that first...?

“Just,” Lee brought his leg up and just hurry up the fuck up Troy–!

He was pretty sure he said that aloud when mid-thought Troy entered him in one move, and his back arched and all this rush and pain and shock stormed his senses.

Troy immediately kissed him as he thrust inside. “Oh, jeez,” he gasped. This was different to anything he’d felt during sex. Rougher. He was damn certain he liked it. “Fuck, Lee!”

Lee bit his lip, moaning, hauling his legs up as far as possible and looped around Troy’s lower back, urging him on.

“Can’t believe–” Lee started, but was cut off by his own shuddering breath as Troy rode him harder, a little faster. His spine arched in response – and Troy, annoyed with Lee as he was, pulled that arm away from his eyes and began to kiss his jaw, along it, to his ear.

“Don’t hide from me,” Troy moaned in his ear. Lee whined, wide eyed at both sensation and those four words. Troy was perhaps the first person to deny him that.

It turned out Lee’s name rolled off the tongue after you’d said it so much. Troy gasped in his ear as he thrust harder– “Shit, Lee, shit, shit,” – less evenly.

Troy was explorative, to say the least. He made a path along his shoulder, leaving kisses there, hand at Lee’s neck, sensually rubbing his thumb over a little stubble. Lee relished in that, feeling quite spoilt. The other hand dug into Lee’s hip, lifting it, hitting something inside him that blinded him, a tiny spasm running through his body.

“Fuck, Troy, I’m–” was the only choked warning Lee gave. Troy coiled his hand around Lee, gratuitously stroking him in his last precious seconds before he blew his load over his stomach and Troy’s hand, gasping raggedly, loudly into the skin of his right arm.

Troy licked his lips, diving down to bite carelessly over a fresh spot on Lee’s shoulder, thrusting deep, growling as he came. A few more shallow thrusts and Troy was spent. He lay over Lee, pulling out of him as though not to discomfort. Lee cursed as Troy did so, instantly missing the full feeling.

It had really been that long, and he’d missed sex – Lee didn’t regret any of this. He was glad it was with Troy, someone he actually trusted, the only other in this hell-hole. As both men struggled to regain their breath, Lee whispered softly, “Thanks.”

Troy scoffed lazily with a lopsided grin. At least Lee was honest and candid about what they did, not like some little twit teen-boy. “You too.”

Lee grinned. “Thought you were fucking straight.”

“First time for everything. Didn’t expect you to be really good.” And Lee actually blushed. “Nor did I expect you to be so demanding. God, you moan like it’s cool.”

Through the haze Lee recalled his words. Fuck me, a shitload of calling Troy’s name and he was pretty sure he’d fired off a string of pleases in there. “It’s been a while,” Lee shyly admitted.

Troy blinked. “Yeah, I know.”

Lee seriously wouldn’t have minded this again. “Um... you were good for a first time,” and there it was; Lee turned his head to avoid Troy’s mirthful eyes.

”Didn’t say this was my first time with a guy.”

“What?”

Troy leant to playfully kiss Lee, laughing a little. “Forget that.”

Lee frowned innocently, staying put. “I don’t think I can, Troy.”

“And that’s another thing: my name. Like it enough?”

Lee scowled. “Shut up... Troy.”

“You stretched it seven ways from Sunday. In a good way, I mean.”

“Then you like the sound of your own name? That’s kinky,” Lee retorted.

Troy then mirrored a scarily good impression of Lee, five minutes ago. “Troy, uugh, oh god, Troy–” he let out a dramatic moan for comical effect, “–Troy!”

Lee smacked him, blushing like mad. “Please shut up, don’t embarrass yourself.”

Troy leant down and kissed his jaw, a few times in between his words. “I wasn’t. And hey, my name sounds better when you say it.” A few more kisses on the side of his neck. Lee shied his head away so he faced Troy head-on, eyes into his.

“Could you stop that? Please?”

“Magic word?”

Lee looked confused for a second, then he realized what it was. “Stop, Troy?”

Troy chuckled, obviously very pleased. “Good. But I don’t want to.” He leaned down to place longer, more solemn kisses down his collarbones, along his shoulder. Lee quite quickly knew he didn’t want that to stop. Not for a while, anyway.

Lee leant up to his mouth, lolling his head back. “Yeah,” Lee said, sounding distant. Troy didn’t bite now, not at all. He sighed, giving into the mouth revering his skin.

Contrary to expectations, Troy figured out the reward of having sex with Lee was that it didn’t create awkward between them at all.