Old War Stories
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Category:
1 through F › Burn Notice
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,117
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the television series that this fanfiction is written for, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Old War Stories
Old War Stories
The first job Michael ever worked with Sam Axe on was a huge multi-agency nightmare with about 50 agents rotating shifts and fighting over jurisdiction and it was easy to get lost in the shuffle of all that and Michael didn't even get Sam's name, let alone have a chance to get a bead on him. So, a couple of months later, when he ended up working another case with just Sam, Michael came into it on not much more than a smile and a nod, but it didn’t take long for them to click.
And, Michael hadn't yet had to have sex with a man to save his cover- women sure- a couple of them, but no men. So, it took some time for Michael to really figure out if Sam was playing him or not- about six months and three more cases. In Michael's defense, Sam really was the master of the slow burn- pushing the boundaries just far enough, just slowly enough to keep Michael from noticing very much. And so, they went from strangers with no particular reason to trust each other to buddies to guys who touched an awful lot more that a couple of co-workers normally did- especially in their business.
Then they'd worked a stakeout- 24/7 surveillance with no back-up in a burnt out building in Croatia watching what might have been a secret military headquarters or might just have been a busy brothel- they were never sure. And while it had been a hell of a lot of fun getting inside to plant the bugs, the rest of the time was an unending blur of listening to surveillance (mostly sex noises and that's just not as entertaining as it sounds once you get past the first couple of hours), and watching fat Croatian men go in agitated and coming out mildly happier, and hands of Gin, and rounds of did you ever, and exaggerated stories of cracking cases or getting beat down or getting laid, and trading off who got to sleep and who got to go on covert food runs, and out and out boredom.
And at the end of it, when they got called off without explanation, it almost felt like there wasn't anyone else real in the world but Sam and him.
And, when they started packing up the cameras and the recorders and all the other heavy crap needed for an extended operation, Sam had brushed his big hand over the back of Michael's neck and across his shoulders to turn him around. And Sam pushed him back up against the blackened cinderblocks.
"Sam, what are you-" was all Michael had gotten out before Sam was down on his knee, worked open Michael's pants and gotten his hot eager mouth around Michael's dick. And okay- Sam wasn't playing him. And even though he knew it was a bad idea- getting mixed up with, getting off with another agent, Michael let his hands fall from their startled fists and his fingers slid into Sam's thick black hair.
Sam made quick work of Michael, sucking just the right kind of hard, rolling his balls in his large palm, and pushing up behind them with his long fingers. And a surprised and still anxious Michael let out a soft needy grunt as he came.
Before Michael really stopped being dizzy, Sam was standing and patting him on the side of the face. "See ya around, Mikey," he said, and he walked out.
Michael was so distracted by the fact that Sam had left while his pants were still open, his dick hanging out and slowly going soft, that it took him a couple of minutes to realize that Sam had left him with all the heavy lifting. And the last week's worth of surveillance reports to write up and turn in.
The first job Michael ever worked with Sam Axe on was a huge multi-agency nightmare with about 50 agents rotating shifts and fighting over jurisdiction and it was easy to get lost in the shuffle of all that and Michael didn't even get Sam's name, let alone have a chance to get a bead on him. So, a couple of months later, when he ended up working another case with just Sam, Michael came into it on not much more than a smile and a nod, but it didn’t take long for them to click.
And, Michael hadn't yet had to have sex with a man to save his cover- women sure- a couple of them, but no men. So, it took some time for Michael to really figure out if Sam was playing him or not- about six months and three more cases. In Michael's defense, Sam really was the master of the slow burn- pushing the boundaries just far enough, just slowly enough to keep Michael from noticing very much. And so, they went from strangers with no particular reason to trust each other to buddies to guys who touched an awful lot more that a couple of co-workers normally did- especially in their business.
Then they'd worked a stakeout- 24/7 surveillance with no back-up in a burnt out building in Croatia watching what might have been a secret military headquarters or might just have been a busy brothel- they were never sure. And while it had been a hell of a lot of fun getting inside to plant the bugs, the rest of the time was an unending blur of listening to surveillance (mostly sex noises and that's just not as entertaining as it sounds once you get past the first couple of hours), and watching fat Croatian men go in agitated and coming out mildly happier, and hands of Gin, and rounds of did you ever, and exaggerated stories of cracking cases or getting beat down or getting laid, and trading off who got to sleep and who got to go on covert food runs, and out and out boredom.
And at the end of it, when they got called off without explanation, it almost felt like there wasn't anyone else real in the world but Sam and him.
And, when they started packing up the cameras and the recorders and all the other heavy crap needed for an extended operation, Sam had brushed his big hand over the back of Michael's neck and across his shoulders to turn him around. And Sam pushed him back up against the blackened cinderblocks.
"Sam, what are you-" was all Michael had gotten out before Sam was down on his knee, worked open Michael's pants and gotten his hot eager mouth around Michael's dick. And okay- Sam wasn't playing him. And even though he knew it was a bad idea- getting mixed up with, getting off with another agent, Michael let his hands fall from their startled fists and his fingers slid into Sam's thick black hair.
Sam made quick work of Michael, sucking just the right kind of hard, rolling his balls in his large palm, and pushing up behind them with his long fingers. And a surprised and still anxious Michael let out a soft needy grunt as he came.
Before Michael really stopped being dizzy, Sam was standing and patting him on the side of the face. "See ya around, Mikey," he said, and he walked out.
Michael was so distracted by the fact that Sam had left while his pants were still open, his dick hanging out and slowly going soft, that it took him a couple of minutes to realize that Sam had left him with all the heavy lifting. And the last week's worth of surveillance reports to write up and turn in.