Change of Plans

So I guess I got my inspiration. Still (mostly) LeBeau’s POV.


Getting back to camp without getting captured was proving to be difficult. As their contact warned them, there was heavy Gestapo activity in the area due to the Fuhrer’s upcoming visit to the area. It made sense. They liked to sniff out trouble before it happened.

LeBeau peered around the corner of the Hofbrau. They weren’t far now, but they would have to wait a few minutes until they could risk going across the road. He settled back against the building next to Pierre, who still seemed a little buzzed from the whisky they had shared earlier. Their eyes met at the same moment and Pierre smiled. Louis smiled back, not feeling too bad about things. Sure, they had just broken one of the biggest taboos ever, but they were far from home, in a place where normal rules didn’t always seem to apply.

Newkirk’s fingers rubbed at the back of Louis’ hand. He leaned back against the building behind him and enjoyed the feeling, pleased when the hand traveled up his arm, along his neck and to his cheek. Louis could just make out Newkirk’s face in the dark as his face moved in and his lips pressed fiercely against his. Just then the Englishman laced his fingers with the other man’s and held them to the wood above their heads.

Pierre’s tongue swirled in Louis’ mouth. The Frenchman moaned and offered up his tongue, which Newkirk eagerly accepted. He couldn’t help but thrust his hips against LeBeau’s hips. His erection was screaming to be let out, to be touched.

“Pierre, we don’t have time. And we could be caught. You know I want you. When you were inside me earlier, it was so incredible.” He hated to cut this off. After all, any sex is good sex, especially in a war. Right?

“You’re right, Louis. Guess I got a bit carried away again.” Pierre risked one more thrust against him. “I can finish the job later.” He flashed a tooth-filled grin.

“Pierre?”

“Yes, Louis?” Newkirk’s expression was serious now.

“I like it when you get carried away.” LeBeau leaned in and devoured Newkirk’s lips in an intense liplock. The Frenchman’s fingers coursed through his hair, tugging on his head and forcing their lips even closer together. Louis felt like he was on fire. His dick was painfully hard.

Louis reluctantly broke their embrace. If they didn’t start back to camp, they could get captured or worse. It would be difficult to focus on making it back to camp with Newkirk right behind him, but he had no choice.

The two set out across the road toward the camp. They managed to avoid trouble along the way but almost ran into a couple of guards near the tunnel entrance. They waited a couple of minutes until the coast was clear, then made their way to the tree stump. When they were sure they wouldn’t be spotted, they descended into safety.

They were greeted at the bottom of the tunnel ladder by Kinch. “What the hell took you guys so long? Colonel Hogan is having a fit up there! He had to convince Klink that the two of you were quarantined with some rare airborne illness.” Kinch shook his head.

“Look, Mate, we had to stick around a while!” Newkirk realized he was shouting and lowered his voice. “Our contact was held up for a couple of hours. We knew how important the mission was, so we stayed.” He patted Kinch on the shoulder.

“Yeah, Kinch,” LeBeau agreed. “We couldn’t just leave. Besides, we knew the Colonel would come up with a good excuse. He always does.” Louis couldn’t help a smile.

Kinch smiled back. “Well that’s a different story. Let’s go tell the Colonel.” Kinch led the two up through the tunnel to their barracks. He knocked and they were let through.

“Where the hell have you two been? We’ve been worried sick!” the Colonel shouted at them. Carter nodded from his seat at the table.

“I’m sorry, mon Colonel, but our contact was delayed.” Louis told Colonel Hogan the story of how their contact was held up.

Hogan nodded as LeBeau finished talking and crossed his arms. “Okay,” he finally said. “You guys did the right thing to stick around at that hotel. This mission was too important. Good work.” He turned and went into his office.

“What’s his ruddy problem?” Newkirk asked to no one in particular.

“He was really worried about you guys earlier. He kept saying how you guys always seem to get in some kind of trouble, which I told him I didn’t think was true, but then he didn’t really appreciate my two cents, but then I-”

“Andrew!” Newkirk glared at him and Carter immediately shut up.

“Sorry. He’s just been cranky since you guys left on the mission. Said he had a feeling something would go wrong. I told him you guys would be fine. So did Kinch, but you know how it is when someone gets a gut feeling.” Carter rose up and stretched. “Well it’s almost lights out. Goodnight, fellas.”

They said their goodnights and settled into their bunks. Colonel Hogan came out from his office just before the last man turned out the lights.

“Newkirk, LeBeau, in my office.” He turned around and strode back through the open door.

Both men looked slightly puzzled but followed the order. Colonel Hogan shut the door as they entered. He looked at each one of them and said, “You both will have to sleep in here tonight. I told old Dunderhead that the two of you are under quarantine because of a rare airborne illness.”

“We know, Sir,” Newkirk said. “Kinch filled us in down in the tunnel.”

The Colonel nodded. “Newkirk, I’ll take your bunk. LeBeau, you may want to take the bottom bunk. You know how you get claustrophobic.”

“Oui, mon Colonel. Thank you.” Louis settled down on the bottom bunk and Newkirk climbed into the top bunk. Colonel Hogan left the room, closing the door softly behind him.

Newkirk’s head popped down from above, startling Louis. “Sorry, Mate. Just wanted to say goodnight.” He winked.

“Good night, mon amant,” Louis whispered. The other man smiled and popped back up top. Both men knew it was too dangerous to try anything in the Colonel’s quarters.