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Adult ++
Chapters:
2
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Breaking the Ice
Title: Breaking the Ice
Series: Consuming Desires
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, language, angst
Pairing: Myron/McKay
Rating: R the series will be 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.
For four nightsa roa row Goldman had been absent from his cot. McKay knew that Myron and his SOG team were out “studying and observing” certain Vietnamese culture experiences. Thesionsion they were on was strictly top secret, and he wasn’t even allowed to drop them off this time. He was always Goldman’s “go to guy”, but lately he had felt as if Myron was pushing him away. The truth was obvious to Johnny. Obviously the boy had the “hots” for a certain Chopper Jock, and he was avoiding those desires. Johnny knew that Goldman wanted him bad. He had noticed how Goldman always sat behind his seat in the chopper whenever he could, and he also noticed how Goldman always blushed when Johnny undressed in front of him. Hell, the boy would practically pant like a bitch in heat whenever McKay got even close to him. Goldman had it bad, and tonight just might be the night the boy got satisfied.
An hour later, Myron walked in exhausted, threw his gear down on the floor, and collapsed on his cot. McKay smiled thinking how predictable the boy was, even after all this time. It was the same every time. Myron was too exhausted to do anything, but he would always muster up enough energy to snatch a drink out of McKay’s hand. Sometimes he would say thanks, but most of the time he would just mumble something that was unrecognizable.
One shot later, and after some incoherent mumbling, McKay dared to do the unthinkable. “So, how was the mission?”
“Fuck off McKay.”
Johnny couldn’t help but to laugh out loud at the rude, yet predictable response. “Goldman, you have one hell of an attitude problem. I just wanted to know if your mission was successful”
Goldman managed to raise his head from the pillow, sat up on his elbows, and he rested his head on his hands. “That would depend on how you define successful. Did we achieve our objective? Yes. Did I lose men? Yes, but that doesn’t really matter in the long run does it? Was the body count high? Not really, so I guess the mission was a failure then even though we did capture a high ranking NVA officer.”
“Come on Goldman. I’m sure the Brass is happy with you capturing the gook.”
He looked at McKay as if he were a small child who didn’t have a clue. “Really? Then why did I just spend the last fifteen minutes getting my ass chewed out by Brewster?”
“I’m sure he didn’t chew you out Myron. I’m sure he was just concerned…”
“You see that’s the problem with you Chopper Jocks,” Goldman interrupted. “You drop us off, swoop in to save the day, reap the praise and glory, while the grunts are out there trying to survive on a daily basis, and all we get for our efforts is a kick in the ass every damn time the body count isn’t high enough!”
Before McKay could respond to Goldman’s outburst, Myron continued, “I am so fucking sick of your condescending attitude. You are a fucking prick, and I have pretty much despised you since I laid eyes on you. You think that your God’s gift to Vietnam, and your always bragging about shit no one really cares about, and your always walking around here like you’re the Calvary our something.”
Goldman abruptly got of the cot, so that he could take another swig from his favorite bottle. He stared at McKay waiting for the biting return. “Okay…obviously you’ve had a bad mission, and you’re letting off some steam, so I’m going to do you a favor and pretend that I didn’t hear what you just said to me.”
Myron rolled his eyes in frustration and stepped closer to the Chopper Boy. “Listen to me McKay. I said exactly what I’ve wanted to say for months. You’re a fucking asshole. Did I stutter or maybe you need me to spell it for you.”
McKay looked into those sexy brown eyes feeling his cock harden. Goldman’s outburst was getting him extremely hot and bothered. “Fine, you want to play like that I can too. You’re a selfish know it all Jew boy who doesn’t know his place. You walk around here like you own it or something. You strut around hoping that everyone is looking at you.”
“McKay, what the hell are you talking about? I don’t walk around here hoping that people notice me.”
“Really? You’re going to stand there and tell me that you don’t like it when people look at you? Not even Anderson?”
Goldman arched his eyebrows in surprise, “Are you implying what I think you’re implying?”
“You’re a smart man. Think about it.” McKay stepped closer to the steaming Lieutenant hoping that he wouldn’t meet Goldman’s fist anytime soon.
“You seriouslink ink that I care that Anderson or other men, like you, notice me? Get real McKay. This isn’t some beauty contest, and I’m certainly not Mr. America. I’m here to do my job.”
“Which is to get all of the men distracted with you tight little ass?”
Myron stepped to the side avoiding McKay’s physical presence, “Go to hell McKay.”
“I’m already there. I do share this hooch with you after all.”
Myron looked around the before mentioned hooch, and noticed that it was actually clean for a change. Johnny’s Playboys were put away, his 8-tracks were stacked neatly on hisk, sk, and his smelly cigars were put away. Changing the subject he asked, “Did we have an inspection today?”
“No. Why?”
“It’s clean in here. Your shit is not lying around all over the place.”
“I just wanted it to be clean for your return. I know how much you hate coming into my mess.”
“What do you want?”
“Goldman, believe it or not, sometimes I do things for other people. I know that you think I’m an arrogant prick who only cares about himself, and I admit that for the most part I am just that, but I do occasionally think of others.”
Goldman looked at the pilot full of suspicion. He was defiantly up to no good. It was written all over his face. “Sure you can, and I can be really happy when I want to be.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you happy Goldman.”
“That’s exactly my point. I’m never happy, and you never do nice things for other people.”
“There are times that I care about other people Myron, and you know it. I was always nice to Alex.”
“Yeah you were, but only because you wanted in her pants.”
“You noticed that?” McKay smiled backing the smaller man into the door. “I’m always nice to the people I want to fuck. I buy them things, I take them out to eat, I fix them drinks, and I do little favors for them, like cleaning or picking them up from a hot LZ, even when ordered not to by the General.”
Goldman felt all warm all over watching Johnny watching him. The pis sts stare was rather intimidating, and Goldman tried to look away from the glare. “Look at me Myron. Do you understand what I’m saying here?”
“Yeah, you want to fuck me right?”
“That’s one way of putting it, but I want you to know that I really care for you Myron. That’s why I risk my life to pick you guys up. I don’t want anything to happen to you over here, so…”
“Don’t do me anymore favors McKay. I would rather stay out there and die then to fulfill some sick ass fantasy of yours. I don’t want you McKay, and I don’t give a rat’s ass what you want either!”
The conversation was quickly escalating into aggression and frustration. Johnny decided that he had to do something before it got completely out of control. He pressed Goldman into the door hard and kissed him. Myron immediately clamped his hands down on Johnny’s shoulders trying to push him away. McKay did not relent in his pursuit of claiming Goldman’s mouth, and he grabbed Myron’s hands from his shoulders and pushed them above Goldman’s head.
Myron shook his head no, but McKay could feel the hard cock pressing into his thigh. The boy defiantly wanted him. “You know you want this Goldman. Why are you resisting this? You’ve wanted me since you laid eyes on me, and I’ve wanted you too.”
Myron couldn’t help the moan of pleasure that escaped his mouth. “Shut up and kiss me you fucking prick!”
Johnny plundered Goldman’s mouth enthusiastically, and his other hand reached in to caress and tease Myron’s nipples. The boy was making sounds he had never heard before, and he was achingly hard listening to those erotic noises. He couldn’t imagine what the boy would be like when he was inside of him filling him up with his hard dick.
McKay continued kissing Goldman, and his hand wandered farther down to Goldman’s belt. He undid the belt quickly noticing that his hands were shaking in the process. He had never wanted someone as much as he wanted Myron. Myron was bucking up against him trying to make the contact that his cock so obviously needed, but McKay held him down away from the satisfaction that he craved.
Just as McKay reached into Goldman’s pants, there was a knock on the door. He quickly let go of Goldman running his hands through his hair in obvious frustration. He turned away from the door and walked over towards the refrigerator to get a cold beer. He figured the coldness would help his apparent excitement. He could only hope that Goldman could make his arousal go away.
“What?” Myron demanded from the unknown visitor.
Johnny sneered in aggravation when he recognized Anderson’s voice, “I’m sorry sir to interrupt you, but we have a problem with the new guy, Windsor.”
“Can’t this wait until tomorrow Anderson?”
“No sir. It’s a high priority problem.”
That could only mean desertion, insubordination, drugs, or theft. Either way Goldman knew that it would prematurely end the interaction with the very hot pilot. He had been waiting months for that kiss, and now that he got it, some fucking cherry grunt was spoiling the moment.
“May God have mercy on his soul, because when I’m through with Windsor…”
“What did you say sir?”
“I said I’ll be right there Anderson.” He looked at Johnny and silently mouthed “sorry” as he turned to leave the very hot hooch. It’s funny how a kiss could make a room unbearably hot, and obviously. Johnny’s AC just couldn’t take the additional heat that they had been giving off.
Goldman couldn’t help but to smile thinking how hot and bothered Johnny was waiting for his return in their hooch. He was smiling so widely, he was surprised that Anderson didn’t ask him about the cause of the rare emotion. He couldn’t help but to think, ‘Pretty soon we’ll find out how hot our hooch can get McKay, and you better be worth the wait Chopper Jock.’
To be continued in Melting the Ice (chapter two)
Series: Consuming Desires
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, language, angst
Pairing: Myron/McKay
Rating: R the series will be 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.
For four nightsa roa row Goldman had been absent from his cot. McKay knew that Myron and his SOG team were out “studying and observing” certain Vietnamese culture experiences. Thesionsion they were on was strictly top secret, and he wasn’t even allowed to drop them off this time. He was always Goldman’s “go to guy”, but lately he had felt as if Myron was pushing him away. The truth was obvious to Johnny. Obviously the boy had the “hots” for a certain Chopper Jock, and he was avoiding those desires. Johnny knew that Goldman wanted him bad. He had noticed how Goldman always sat behind his seat in the chopper whenever he could, and he also noticed how Goldman always blushed when Johnny undressed in front of him. Hell, the boy would practically pant like a bitch in heat whenever McKay got even close to him. Goldman had it bad, and tonight just might be the night the boy got satisfied.
An hour later, Myron walked in exhausted, threw his gear down on the floor, and collapsed on his cot. McKay smiled thinking how predictable the boy was, even after all this time. It was the same every time. Myron was too exhausted to do anything, but he would always muster up enough energy to snatch a drink out of McKay’s hand. Sometimes he would say thanks, but most of the time he would just mumble something that was unrecognizable.
One shot later, and after some incoherent mumbling, McKay dared to do the unthinkable. “So, how was the mission?”
“Fuck off McKay.”
Johnny couldn’t help but to laugh out loud at the rude, yet predictable response. “Goldman, you have one hell of an attitude problem. I just wanted to know if your mission was successful”
Goldman managed to raise his head from the pillow, sat up on his elbows, and he rested his head on his hands. “That would depend on how you define successful. Did we achieve our objective? Yes. Did I lose men? Yes, but that doesn’t really matter in the long run does it? Was the body count high? Not really, so I guess the mission was a failure then even though we did capture a high ranking NVA officer.”
“Come on Goldman. I’m sure the Brass is happy with you capturing the gook.”
He looked at McKay as if he were a small child who didn’t have a clue. “Really? Then why did I just spend the last fifteen minutes getting my ass chewed out by Brewster?”
“I’m sure he didn’t chew you out Myron. I’m sure he was just concerned…”
“You see that’s the problem with you Chopper Jocks,” Goldman interrupted. “You drop us off, swoop in to save the day, reap the praise and glory, while the grunts are out there trying to survive on a daily basis, and all we get for our efforts is a kick in the ass every damn time the body count isn’t high enough!”
Before McKay could respond to Goldman’s outburst, Myron continued, “I am so fucking sick of your condescending attitude. You are a fucking prick, and I have pretty much despised you since I laid eyes on you. You think that your God’s gift to Vietnam, and your always bragging about shit no one really cares about, and your always walking around here like you’re the Calvary our something.”
Goldman abruptly got of the cot, so that he could take another swig from his favorite bottle. He stared at McKay waiting for the biting return. “Okay…obviously you’ve had a bad mission, and you’re letting off some steam, so I’m going to do you a favor and pretend that I didn’t hear what you just said to me.”
Myron rolled his eyes in frustration and stepped closer to the Chopper Boy. “Listen to me McKay. I said exactly what I’ve wanted to say for months. You’re a fucking asshole. Did I stutter or maybe you need me to spell it for you.”
McKay looked into those sexy brown eyes feeling his cock harden. Goldman’s outburst was getting him extremely hot and bothered. “Fine, you want to play like that I can too. You’re a selfish know it all Jew boy who doesn’t know his place. You walk around here like you own it or something. You strut around hoping that everyone is looking at you.”
“McKay, what the hell are you talking about? I don’t walk around here hoping that people notice me.”
“Really? You’re going to stand there and tell me that you don’t like it when people look at you? Not even Anderson?”
Goldman arched his eyebrows in surprise, “Are you implying what I think you’re implying?”
“You’re a smart man. Think about it.” McKay stepped closer to the steaming Lieutenant hoping that he wouldn’t meet Goldman’s fist anytime soon.
“You seriouslink ink that I care that Anderson or other men, like you, notice me? Get real McKay. This isn’t some beauty contest, and I’m certainly not Mr. America. I’m here to do my job.”
“Which is to get all of the men distracted with you tight little ass?”
Myron stepped to the side avoiding McKay’s physical presence, “Go to hell McKay.”
“I’m already there. I do share this hooch with you after all.”
Myron looked around the before mentioned hooch, and noticed that it was actually clean for a change. Johnny’s Playboys were put away, his 8-tracks were stacked neatly on hisk, sk, and his smelly cigars were put away. Changing the subject he asked, “Did we have an inspection today?”
“No. Why?”
“It’s clean in here. Your shit is not lying around all over the place.”
“I just wanted it to be clean for your return. I know how much you hate coming into my mess.”
“What do you want?”
“Goldman, believe it or not, sometimes I do things for other people. I know that you think I’m an arrogant prick who only cares about himself, and I admit that for the most part I am just that, but I do occasionally think of others.”
Goldman looked at the pilot full of suspicion. He was defiantly up to no good. It was written all over his face. “Sure you can, and I can be really happy when I want to be.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you happy Goldman.”
“That’s exactly my point. I’m never happy, and you never do nice things for other people.”
“There are times that I care about other people Myron, and you know it. I was always nice to Alex.”
“Yeah you were, but only because you wanted in her pants.”
“You noticed that?” McKay smiled backing the smaller man into the door. “I’m always nice to the people I want to fuck. I buy them things, I take them out to eat, I fix them drinks, and I do little favors for them, like cleaning or picking them up from a hot LZ, even when ordered not to by the General.”
Goldman felt all warm all over watching Johnny watching him. The pis sts stare was rather intimidating, and Goldman tried to look away from the glare. “Look at me Myron. Do you understand what I’m saying here?”
“Yeah, you want to fuck me right?”
“That’s one way of putting it, but I want you to know that I really care for you Myron. That’s why I risk my life to pick you guys up. I don’t want anything to happen to you over here, so…”
“Don’t do me anymore favors McKay. I would rather stay out there and die then to fulfill some sick ass fantasy of yours. I don’t want you McKay, and I don’t give a rat’s ass what you want either!”
The conversation was quickly escalating into aggression and frustration. Johnny decided that he had to do something before it got completely out of control. He pressed Goldman into the door hard and kissed him. Myron immediately clamped his hands down on Johnny’s shoulders trying to push him away. McKay did not relent in his pursuit of claiming Goldman’s mouth, and he grabbed Myron’s hands from his shoulders and pushed them above Goldman’s head.
Myron shook his head no, but McKay could feel the hard cock pressing into his thigh. The boy defiantly wanted him. “You know you want this Goldman. Why are you resisting this? You’ve wanted me since you laid eyes on me, and I’ve wanted you too.”
Myron couldn’t help the moan of pleasure that escaped his mouth. “Shut up and kiss me you fucking prick!”
Johnny plundered Goldman’s mouth enthusiastically, and his other hand reached in to caress and tease Myron’s nipples. The boy was making sounds he had never heard before, and he was achingly hard listening to those erotic noises. He couldn’t imagine what the boy would be like when he was inside of him filling him up with his hard dick.
McKay continued kissing Goldman, and his hand wandered farther down to Goldman’s belt. He undid the belt quickly noticing that his hands were shaking in the process. He had never wanted someone as much as he wanted Myron. Myron was bucking up against him trying to make the contact that his cock so obviously needed, but McKay held him down away from the satisfaction that he craved.
Just as McKay reached into Goldman’s pants, there was a knock on the door. He quickly let go of Goldman running his hands through his hair in obvious frustration. He turned away from the door and walked over towards the refrigerator to get a cold beer. He figured the coldness would help his apparent excitement. He could only hope that Goldman could make his arousal go away.
“What?” Myron demanded from the unknown visitor.
Johnny sneered in aggravation when he recognized Anderson’s voice, “I’m sorry sir to interrupt you, but we have a problem with the new guy, Windsor.”
“Can’t this wait until tomorrow Anderson?”
“No sir. It’s a high priority problem.”
That could only mean desertion, insubordination, drugs, or theft. Either way Goldman knew that it would prematurely end the interaction with the very hot pilot. He had been waiting months for that kiss, and now that he got it, some fucking cherry grunt was spoiling the moment.
“May God have mercy on his soul, because when I’m through with Windsor…”
“What did you say sir?”
“I said I’ll be right there Anderson.” He looked at Johnny and silently mouthed “sorry” as he turned to leave the very hot hooch. It’s funny how a kiss could make a room unbearably hot, and obviously. Johnny’s AC just couldn’t take the additional heat that they had been giving off.
Goldman couldn’t help but to smile thinking how hot and bothered Johnny was waiting for his return in their hooch. He was smiling so widely, he was surprised that Anderson didn’t ask him about the cause of the rare emotion. He couldn’t help but to think, ‘Pretty soon we’ll find out how hot our hooch can get McKay, and you better be worth the wait Chopper Jock.’
To be continued in Melting the Ice (chapter two)