Breaking the Ice

Title: Melting the Ice
Series: Consuming Desires Part II (Final Part)
Author: Darkestangel
Summary: Goldman and McKay are finally honest with each other and with themselves.
Comments: angela9in@ureach.com
Website: http://home.bellsouth.net/p/PWP-darknessprevails
Archive: yes, with permission
Warnings: slash, crude language
Pairing: Myron/McKay
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Zev Braun created them. I’m only borrowing them for a while.
Author’s Notes: None of my TOD stories are connected in a timeline of events. This story, like all the other stories is an AU version of Vietnam and the boys.

Three days later…

Goldman couldn’t believe his luck. Not only had he been assigned a shit reconnaissance gig, taking pictures from a helicopter of a suspected NVA strong-hold, but he also got assigned the chopper jock as his pilot. He had avoided McKay for days trying to forget about the admission of desire that McKay had shown him in their hooch. He wanted Johnny, but he didn’t want to end up as just another name on his long list of conquests. He couldn’t stand the idea of g seg seduced, used, and thrown away by the pilot, and he knew that McKay would do just that if he were given the opportunity. Everyone knew that McKay didn’t have repeat visitors when it came to conquests. No one got a second fuck by McKay because that might lead to emotional attachment, and Johnny McKay didn’t do feelings.


“There’s the AOL on your right Goldman,” McKay announced confidently over the radio.


McKay’s co-pilot, Huffman looked back towards Goldman who was aiming the camera in the designated area, “Try to make it quick Sir. We’re in an NVA patrolled area, and the last thing we need is to get shot down spying on their turf.”


‘No shit Sherlock,’ Goldman thought to himself as he shot the camera continuously as McKay made his first fly-by. He noticed that the area was void of any NVA; at least it was on the ground. There probably was a massive tunnel system hidden below, but there was no apparent activity seen with the naked eye. He could only imagine the amount of manpower and firepower hidden below the surface.


“I’m going to make one more pass Goldman. Then we’re out of here. I can’t wait to get back to the base. I have some beer and a cigar with my name written all over them waiting for me in the hooch. What about you?”


“Well, some of us actualave ave to work after a mission, and I have day-old leftovers from the mess and a stack of paperwork with my name written all over them waiting for me”


“That’s another perk about being a pilot Goldman. We don’t have shit to do but to get the chopper cleaned out, and I use the cherry grunts to do that for me. I just sit back and watch and make sure they don’t touch my 8-track or my speakers.”


Goldman rolled his eyes in disgust and returned his attention back to taking pictures of the AOL. He couldn’t believe that he had actually even considered letting this man touch him. Johnny McKay was by far the most condescending, self-loving, asshole in Nam, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to allow himself to be suckered in by the McKay charm or the McKay smile.


Just as he was debating about throwing McKay out of the chopper, he saw a flash a movement to the left. “McKay, there’s something down there, can you swing me by again?”


“Not a problem Goldman.”


Just as McKay began to turn the chopper around; he was fired upon from the ground. “Hold on! I’m going to try to lose them.” He sped the chopper up and he zigzagged through the air trying to avoid the bullets, but he didn’t manage to avoid them all. One of them hit the chopper’s right side. He could smell the gas immediately, and he knew that the fuel line had been hit. “Shit! We’ve been hit. Everybody hold tight; I’m going to have to land her before it crashes.”


Goldman did as he was told, and he held on for dear life as McKay proved to him once again why he was the best pilot in Nam. He heard Johnny radioing their situation, “Delta Base this is Blue Velvet. We’ve been hit, and I am attempting an emergency landing. We are approximately eight clicks south of designated coordinates. We request immediate extraction.”


“Roger, Blue Velvet. Extraction will take place within the hour. Take extraction equipment and we will rendezvous at approximately eight clicks south of designated coordinates.”


“Roger, Delta Base, Blue Velvet out.” McKay looked back at Goldman with regret thinking, ‘I should have taken you when I had the chance Goldman.’


The chopper began sputtering from the lack of fuel, and McKay turned all of his attention on landing her without a scratch. He had never lost a chopper before and this was not going to be his first. He might kill them all in the process, but the chopper would be undamaged. He saw a clearing ahead, and he guided the chopper to the area. He could only hope that they landed on solid, dry, gook-free land. His last thoughts before taking her down, was of Anderson killing him with his bare hands if anything happened to Goldman. He smiled at the thought just as the chopper was inches from the ground, ‘Don’t worry Anderson. I’ll take care of him like he’s precious cargo…’



“Is everybody okay?” McKay asked frantically. There was smoke coming from the right side of the chopper, and it was filling up the cabin quickly. “Goldman? Huffman? Fuck guys answer me. I can’t see shit!”


“I’m fine McKay. Just a little bruised. I don’t understand why they don’t have seatbelts back here. Oh, never mind, I forget that the life of a grunt isn’t as important as everyone else’s.”


“Goldman, file a complaint with the safety commission when we get back, but for right now let’s concentrate on grabbing the extraction kit and getting the fuck off this chopper.”


“I got the kit asshole. What about Huffman?” Goldman waited impatiently for McKay’s response wishing that they were far away from this area. “McKay, how is he? The NVA will be all over us in a few minutes. Let’s get going.”


“Huffman’s dead. He’s got a bullet in the neck.” There was a moment of silence shared between the two; they were both mourning the loss of another comrade in arms, both knowing that they would have to leave the body for now. There was no way that they could carry him and make it to the LZ on time. “Let’s try to hide him for now, and we’ll make sure he gets picked up later.”


Once Huffman was hidden from plain view, they set out south to meetwithwith the extraction team. McKay had told the base that they were eight clicks south, but according to Goldman’s estimates, they were more like six clicks south. They hustled as quickly as possible to the pick-up point, avoiding all unnecessary conversation, and they were grateful that the gooks hadn’t caught up to them.


Once they reached the LZ, McKay radioed the base. “Delta Base, this is Blue Velvet. We are awaiting extraction team at the designated LZ.”

“Blue Velvet, this is Delta Base. We have a delay on your extraction team. It will be approximately 08:00 hours before they can be at the LZ.”


“Where the hell are they Delta?” McKay asked in disbelief.


“All squads are dealing with an invasive operation further south. CO wants to make sure that you are okay, and to see if you can hold out for twelve hours.”


McKay looked over at Goldman who was apparently not surprised by this turn of events, “Huffman is dead and hidden, but Lieutenant Goldman and I can make it till 08:00 hours.”


“Roger that Blue Velvet. Keep hidden, and avoid enemy contact if at all possible. Delta Base out.”


“Avoid enemy contact if at all possible? Does anybody over there know what the hell they are doing?” McKay asked despairingly.


Goldman looked at the pilot in understanding, “Apparently not.”


“You don’t look surprised by this turn of events.”


“Why should I be? It happens all the time. Welcome to the life of the grunt McKay. We do this shit everyday. I’ll get you through it, so don’t start freaking out on me.”


“I’m not freaking out Goldman. I have had survival training. I’m not a total idiot.”


“Okay, what’s the first thing we should do then?”


McKay looked around the LZ area and debated the next move, “We should check the area again and find some sort of cover if we can.”


“Wrong. We should leave this area immediately.”


“Why? This is the LZ. We’re going to be picked up here tomorrow.”


“Why? You never camp in an area that you’ve used the radio. They could use the radio to pinpoint our location, and because of your brilliant radio communication skills, you have already told the gooks that there are only two of us here. Not only that, but you told them that I was an LT, and the NVA know that officer’s normally use the radio, so if I am unharmed, yet not talking on the radio; it can then be concluded that you must be an LT as well. Do you know how happy they would be to have two Lieutenants in their grasp? Hell, the only thing you didn’t tell them was where we are, and I can assure you it’s only a matter of time before they find us.”


McKay blushed in embarrassment. He couldn’t believe that he said so much on the radio. He had saved their lives with the landing, but he just gave them back again with his stupidity. “You’re right Myron. You need to be in charge out here. I saved our bacon back there with the landing, now it’s your turn.”


“Fine, but let’s get out of here now.”


They walked another two clicks east of the LZ before finally camping for the night. They had limited supplies in the extraction kit, but it would be enough for three days if needed. Myron was upset to find that there was no Skippy in the ration supplies, but for some reason there was lots of Pork and Beans.


“I can’t eat this shit,” he said tossing the offensive foods out of the pack. He rummaged further until he finally found some tuna. He hated tuna, but it was better than pork.


“Well, I guess along with the seatbelt complaint, you’re now going to have to request kosher extraction packs.”


Goldman watched McKay laughing at his expense, and he wanted nothing more than choke the laugh from him. “I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself McKay, but I don’t know how you can be laughing considering the fact that you’re going to have to go without beer, cigars, and girls for a whole twelve hours.”


“I might not have beer or a cigar Goldman, but I got a little bitch with me.” He noticed the flush of color in Goldman’s cheeks. He was sure it was a combination of anger and desire. “You may have different equipment, but you got the bitchy attitude don’t you? Besides, all I need is a hole to be satisfied, and I bet yours is extra tight. Tighter than any pussy could ever be.”


Myron stared at McKay like a deer caught in headlights. He was utterly shocked and disgusted with the crude comments, but at the same time, he was totally turned on. Part of him wanted to kick him in the balls, while another part of him wanted to lick his balls.


“Am I right Goldman? Is your hole tighter?” He approached the terrified Goldman cautiously not wanting to scare him off. “No chance of Anderson interrupting us tonight, and I plan on taking the whole night burying myself inside you. Would you like that Myron? Would you like me to be inside you?”


Myron’s breathing became erratic, and he could have sworn it got twenty degrees hotter in the God-forsaken jungle. “I don’t want anything from you McKay.”


“You are such a liar Goldman. You know you want me to kiss you, lick you...” He ran his hand down Myron’s back, and he rested his hand on his ass squeezing it gently, “taste you, fuck you.” He ran his tongue down Myron’s neck and grabbed his ass with both hands. “Tell me you want those things, and I’ll give you the best ride of your life.”


“You are so arrogant McKay,” he grabbed Johnny’s hands and pulled them from his ass. “You know if you would just keep your fucking mouth shut about how great you are, or how hot you are, or how great a lay you are; you’d be more attractive to me.”


“You want me to keep my mouth shut Goldman? Oh, I can do that.” He grabbed Myron roughly on both sides of his head and kissed him hard. He forced his tongue inside that sweet mouth willing to take the risk of a being bitten. Within moments the tensed body in his hands became relaxed, and he smiled when he felt Goldman’s arms wrap around him and squeeze. The resistant mouth became willing, and the vocalized protests became moans of pleasure.


Johnny knew that if he hesitated for just a moment; Goldman would come to his senses and stop the interaction, so he quickly disposed Goldman of his fatigue jacket, and his tongue began exploring the slim neck of the sexy grunt in his hands. He ran his tongue up to Myron’s ears and began sucking on the lobe. He felt Myron actually quiver with this action, and he couldn’t help but to think that Myron was putty in his hands. He felt Myron’s hand exploring his body as well, and he let out a loud approval when he felt a hand on his crotch. He knew the boy could feel how excited he was, and he held the hand to him when it tried to pull away.


“Leave it there Goldman. Touch it. I promise it won’t bite.” The hand squeezed his crotch hard, but it did continue to touch him. McKay ran his hands under Myron’s shirt squeezing his nipples gently. “I believe this is where we were before we were so rudely interrupted by Anderson, but nothing’s going to stop us this time.”


McKay slid the shirt over Goldman’s head and tossed it to the ground. He stroked the bare torso gently enjoying the goose bumps that appeared on Myron’sned ned skin. He stroked further down the torso, and he was pleased that Myron didn’t stop him from unbuckling his belt and reaching his hand in to stroke his cock. The moans of pleasure coming from Myron’s mouth were like music being played by angels. They were the most erotic sounds he had ever heard in his life, and he wanted to hear more of them. He opened up Myron’s pants and he knelt down to see his prize. He freed Myron’s cock from the confinement of his boxers, and he smiled at the rock-hard organ awaiting him. Without hesitation he swallowed Myron whole.


“Damn McKay, give a guy a warning next time.”


McKay stopped sucking to look up at Goldman’s face, “Okay, I’m warning you that I’m going to swallow you whole and suck the cum from you. Then I’m going to shove my fingers up your tight hole, so that I can fuck you with my dick. Is there anything you don’t understand?”


Myron could only manage to shake his head “no” because he was afraid that if he talked he would sound like a mumbling idiot. No one had ever said anything to him that hot. He had almost shot his load on McKay’s unsuspecting face when he said it. The combination of that image and Johnny’s wet mouth was too much for him.



“I’m sorry, but I can’t hold it much longer.”


“That’s okay baby. I know it’s been a while. We’ll just consider this the warm-up activity. I want to taste you in my mouth, so don’t hold it in on my account” He continued sucking and licking Myron’s cock occasionally whispering words of encouragement to him. He was soon rewarded with the thick milky fluid that he had desired for so long. He made sure to catch every drop, and he stood back up kissing Goldman and returning some of the fluid to its owner.


“Did that feel good Goldman?”


“Yes, but I bet you can make me feel even better.”


“You know I can.” He kissed Goldman once again and took his boots and pants from him, “Don’t go anywhere.” He gathered all of Myron’s clothing into a pile and spread them put to make a blanket for them. He began undressing, but thought better of it. There wasn’t anything hotter to him than being fully dressed with only his cock out fucking a completely nude pussy or fine piece of ass. As he looked up to look at his nude piece of ass, he held his breath for a few moments. The boy truly was a masterpiece. His long legs, tanned skin, and golden hair made one hell of mprempression.


“God, you’re fucking beautiful Myron. Come over here to me.”


Myron did as he was told, and Johnny pulled him down to his knees. Myron obediently waited on his knin tin the center of the clothing pile for McKay’s next move. “Do you remember what I told you I was going to do after sucking the cum from you?”


Myron moaned with the memory, “Yes, you said that you were going to stick your fingers in me, so that you could fuck me with your dick.”


“That’s very good Myron. I’m glad that you were paying attention. Now, I want you to bend over for me, so that I can do just that.” He put his hand on Myron’s lower back encouraging him to bend over on his elbows. He looked at the perfect ass in front of him, and thanked God and his lucky stars for this firm piece of meat in front of him. He reached into his pants pocket for the lube he always kept there. He believed in always being prepared for any situation, and this bottle of lube had seen its fair share of use already. He circled Myron’s entrance several times spreading the lube thoroughly, and to also tease the beauty below him.


“Oh God, please don’t tease me McKay.”


He smiled at the predictable impatient nature of Goldman, and he gently inserted his fingers, one at a time, into the man. By the time he had four fingers in Goldman, he was excited more than he could ever remember. Myron’s ass was so tight and hot, and it took everything in him to prepare him properly. He wanted to shove his cock inside the helpless boy, but he knew that this would be a one time thing if hurt Goldman, so he took his time preparing him and getting him hard again.


“I want you so fucking bad Goldman. Are you ready for me to be inside you?”


“Yes.” Such a simple response, but it spoke volumes to McKay. He pushed his way inside Goldman taking his time, and allowing the boy a chance to adjust to the invasion. It didn’t take long for Myron to completely relax, and McKay’s dick slid right inthe the only piece of heaven in Vietnam. He watched his dick going in and out of that tight channel, and he got very excited when he remembered that he was fully clothed while Myron was completely nude and vulnerable. He rubbed his hands up and down Myron’s back and gently fucked the sexy officer. He cock felt so good engulfed in Goldman’s ass, and it took every bit of focus for McKay not to cum within the first minute.


“Oh, yes…Johnny, that feels so fucking good,” Goldman encouraged pushing his ass further onto Johnny’s cock.


McKay continued to fuck Goldman squeezing his hips and massaging his ass cheeks hard. He knew there would be bruises in the morning, but he could only hope that Goldman would forgive him. After a few minutes, Johnny reached under Myron’s chest and pulled him up so that Goldman’s back was resting on his chest. He knew that this was a great position for hitting Myron’s sweet spot.


Myron released a breath that he hadn hon holding, “Yes, that’s it Johnny. Please don’t stop.”


“Never beautiful, “he whispered into Myron’s ear. He continued sucking and licking Myron’s neck and lips while his cock went in deeper and deeper. He knew he wouldn’t last long, so he reached around and began stroking Myron. He wanted Goldman to come before him, so he stroked him quickly, hoping to pull out a quick orgasm from Myron. As usual, Myron didn’t disappoint, and he felt the hot slick juices pouring over his hand. The clinched ass around him pulled out the best fucking climax he had ever had inside an ass, and he bit down on Myron’s shoulder as he emptied his all inside that sweet tight hole.


They both remained in that position trying to catch their breath, and it was Myron who spoke first. “Okay, you made me feel better.”


“That was fucking amazing Myron. Please tell me that this wasn’t a one time thing.”


“You’d really want my ass again? I thought that you didn’t allow repeat visitors.”


“I’d be willing to make an exception for you. I mean after all, you are my hooch-mate. We could help ease each others tensions on a daily basis.” He felt himself growing hard again inside Myron, “As a matter of fact, I think that I have some more tensions to relieve at this time.”


Myron laughed when he realized what Johnny was implying. He felt the hardness return inside him, and turned his head to kiss Johnny passionately. He felt McKay pull out, and he felt the hot juices pouring down his inner thigh. He moaned in excitement as McKay caught some of the runaway semen and he pushed it back inside Myron with his thumb.


“Fuck, that’s hot Johnny. I never knew you were such a nasty boy.”


“You just wait until I get you back to my Penthouse in Saigon.” He led Myron down onto his back. He spread Myron’s legs apart and entered him once again. He listened to the sweet music coming from Myron’s lips, and he felt like he could do this all night. He had finally managed to find the place where he belonged and it just so happen to be inside First Lieutenant Myron Goldman, and for a change, he could think of a thousand places worst than South Vietnam in 1969.

The End