Change of Plans

This may or may not end up being a one-shot. LeBeau’s POV.


Corporal LeBeau sighed. He finally had some free time away from the camp and no girl to spend it with. It was just his luck that he would get stuck in a hotel room for two whole hours with an exasperating Englander. Not that any girl would want to spend time with him, not when he was dressed in a floral print dress with nylons and garters and even heels. The homemade wig he wore wasn’t exactly comfortable either.

Newkirk only smiled at him from across the table. He had found a checkers game in one of the room’s dressers and was setting up the pieces.

“I cannot believe that we have to sit around here for two whole hours. Colonel Hogan will be furious when we do not show up for evening roll call.” The little Frenchman crossed his arms and frowned down at the floor.

“Take it easy, LeBeau. It’s not all that bad. Look at it this way. You could’ve got stuck with Carter.” Newkirk smirked at him, but it didn’t work. LeBeau was determined to be mad, and when he was determined about something it was almost impossible to break him.

“At least you do not have to pass the time constantly having to make sure your hose don’t fall down. Why am I always the girl?” LeBeau was teeming with resentment.

“Sorry, LeBeau. I just don’t ‘ave the legs for it.” There was that smirk again. LeBeau wanted to jump across the table and strangle the smug Englishman. He settled for a glaring scowl in Newkirk’s general direction.

They played in relative silence. LeBeau went over the events in his mind again. Their contact was supposed to meet them at the hotel room at 1800 hours but was detained by unexpected Gestapo activity. He managed to get a secure message to them through another contact at the hotel, but they now had to wait until at least 2000 hours to meet. He and Newkirk had reluctantly agreed to stay, only because this mission was critical to the Allied war effort. They decided they would rather have Colonel Hogan angry over a missed roll call than enraged that they had failed in their intelligence mission.

“Look, Mate. We’re stuck ‘ere for the time being, so you may as well enjoy yourself a bit.” Newkirk lit a cigarette, then pulled a small bottle from inside his coat pocket. There was a dark liquid inside of it.

“Are you crazy? What if the Colonel had caught you with that? He would have skinned you alive for bringing that on a mission!” LeBeau’s eyes were blazing. Sometimes Newkirk did not seem to take their work seriously.

“What’s your problem, Louis? You’ve been busting my chops all evening! I brought this little gem along in case something like this ‘appened. You know, to calm your ruddy nerves!” Newkirk all but slammed the bottle on the table, causing some of the game pieces to jump off the board.

LeBeau knew Newkirk was stretching the truth when he said the alcohol was for his benefit, but he hated causing the other man hard feelings. “Alright, I’m sorry, Pierre,” he offered.

The Englishman instantly cracked a smile. He got up from his chair and soon returned with two glasses. “I ‘ope you like whisky, Mate.”

LeBeau rolled his eyes but held his tongue as he accepted the glass from his friend. The liquid was harsh going down his throat and brought tears to his eyes.

“Whoa there, Louis. This stuff ‘ere is bloody strong. I’d be careful if I were you.” Newkirk tipped back his own glass and downed it in one huge gulp.

The Frenchman eyed him, the sarcasm apparent in his gaze. “You were saying?” The Englander only winked at him as he poured them both another. Newkirk downed his own glass again and started to pour yet another.

“Newkirk, if you keep getting refills you won’t be any use to us later!” This was not going well. Colonel Hogan would really be furious if they blew this mission on the account of Newkirk getting them drunk. And on whisky of all things!

“Just pipe down and finish your drink. As for me, I’ve always been smashingly good at ‘olding me liquor. You’ll see.” Newkirk clinked his newly filled glass against LeBeau’s and swallowed it down.

Thirty minutes later, Newkirk was sprawled on his back across the bed, singing some awful British war tune. He seemed to keep forgetting the words, because he would pause every so often before continuing on.

“Newkirk, keep your voice down! Do you want the Gestapo to hear you?” The Frenchman was getting antsy. While the drink had helped a little, the threat of them being caught was always a frightening possibility.

“No Gestapo here, my darling Fraulein.” Newkirk broke into song again.

“Knock it off, vous enivré trompe!”

Newkirk stopped singing and turned toward LeBeau. “How’s that, now?” he slurred.

“I said you are a drunken fool! You are going to ruin our mission!” LeBeau scowled at the Englishman and sat down on the edge of the bed. “And put that cigarette out before you burn down the hotel, with us in it!” LeBeau pointed at the hand that was sprawled out next to him, a burning cigarette hanging loosely between two outstretched fingers.

Newkirk struggled to sit up but managed to stub out the smoke before falling back on the mattress. He tried rolling over to face Louis and ended up knocking the Frenchman onto his back. “Pierre, watch what you’re doing! You knocked down my hose!”

“I’m sorry, Dear. Please, let me help you fix it.” Newkirk’s words were somewhat staggered but his eyes seemed serious. Louis gulped. This situation would be a challenge.

“It’s okay, Pierre. I can get it.” Louis sat up and pulled up the hem of the dress. Newkirk’s hand stopped his before he could reach for the garter clasp. “Pierre,” he began, but was at a loss for words when the Englishman’s hand slid slowly up his leg, brushing along his knee and grasping his thigh.

LeBeau finally found his voice. “Pierre, what are you doing? It is me, LeBeau! I know I am dressed as a woman, but that doesn’t mean I am one!” Louis was frightened of where this was going.

“Louis, you are right ‘andsome, you are.” Newkirk smiled wide and pressed closer to LeBeau, his hand creeping further up the Frenchman’s thigh. LeBeau felt dizzy all of the sudden. He laid back upon the bed.

Newkirk started removing his jacket. Louis’ eyes grew wide. Newkirk wanted to have sex with him! There was no way he would do such a thing. Not with him or any other man alive! LeBeau crossed his arms and started to protest, when Newkirk pressed him further into the mattress with a fierce liplock. Louis started to fight against him and Newkirk pulled away.

“Louis, I’m sorry.” Newkirk’s eyes seemed to sober. “I read it wrong. Damn! I never should have drank so much!”

“Pierre,” he started to say but froze when he noticed Newkirk’s erection. His eyes bulged out at the way it strained against the Englishman’s pants. LeBeau blushed when he realized that Newkirk’s gaze was following his own.

“It’s okay, Louis. It will go away eventually.” He looked away.

“Well then you will end up with blue balls or something, no?” LeBeau’s head swam with thoughts that he couldn’t even identify.

Newkirk eyed him curiously. “What are you saying, Mate?”

“I’m saying that if you want to, you know, take care of yourself, I don’t mind. I don’t want you to, you know, end up with some problems if you don’t.” Louis smiled, feeling better about the whole situation.

“Are you sure, Louis? I wouldn’t wanna make you uncomfortable.” Newkirk’s eyes were soft but pleading.

“I am sure, mon ami. Or I would never have asked.” Louis smiled again and laid back upon the pillow, closing his eyes. Perhaps he would get a little shuteye before their contact arrived.

Louis couldn’t help but listen to the sound of a zipper and a rustle of clothing before the accompanying sigh. He would just try to sleep for a little bit. Except that he couldn’t really sleep because he didn’t want to risk missing the meeting with their contact. He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. Out of the corner of his eye LeBeau saw some movement and tried not to think of what Newkirk was doing.

He tried but it wasn’t working. He risked a look over. The Englishman was seated at the side of the bed, turned away from him, his right arm obviously occupied, as evidenced by the slight tremors in his shoulder. His soft moans were not so soft in such close proximity.

Louis tried to convince himself it was his curiosity that ultimately made him shift on the bed and sneak a look. He went into stealth mode so the man wouldn’t notice. From the side, he could see that Pierre’s eyes were squeezed shut, lost in the sensations of his fist sliding up and down his cock.

He froze as he realized the effect that Newkirk’s jerking off was having on him. Louis could feel his own cock hardening at the sight of the other man’s up and down motion on his member. Louis had the incredible urge to touch him. But it was forbidden. But he really wanted to.

Newkirk’s eyes flew open when he felt a touch at his abdomen. “Pierre, if the offer is still open?” Louis’ fingers wrapped around Newkirk’s slick member and stroked it a couple of times, pleased when a little drop of fluid seeped from the slit. Newkirk’s cock seemed about the same as his, except that the Englishman’s was a bit longer and thicker. LeBeau was a small man but wasn’t too badly endowed in that department. Both men were uncircumsized, but it was very hard to tell on Newkirk. His dick was incredibly hard right now.

“God, Louis. Yes.” Newkirk laid back upon Louis’ chest and pressed himself against the Frenchman’s growing member . “I can feel you.”

“You can?” Louis pumped his hips against Pierre’s backside. “You can feel my hard cock against you?” He thrust again, jacking Newkirk’s dick in one hand and kneading his balls in the other.

Newkirk nodded and turned his head to kiss Louis. The men moaned into each other’s mouths. Pierre turned all the way around and cupped Louis’ chin. He pulled the ridiculous wig from the Frenchman’s head and tossed it on the floor. Next came the dress and the garter belt. “Let’s leave on the hose.” Newkirk grinned. “A shame your heels aren’t right handy.”

“Don’t push your luck.” Louis faked a look of irritation and immediately followed with a smile. He undressed. His dick was possibly the hardest it had ever been in his life. He had figured they would just jerk each other off, but it appeared that Pierre had other plans.

Louis almost came at the feel of the Englishman’s hot tongue licking at his balls. He rolled them in his mouth, sucking at the delicate skin. LeBeau inhaled sharply and stilled his hips so he wouldn’t climax too soon. He really had to hold back when Newkirk’s mouth slid down his cock, sucking him almost all the way down. The Englishman sucked up and down a few times before returning to Louis’ balls. He licked at them some more and then buried his nose in the soft skin.

“Si bon!” Louis cried out. “So good, Pierre! Where did you learn to do such a thing?” Louis bit down on his lower lip to keep from being so loud. “You have me so close, mon ami.” He bucked at the flick of a tongue across the tip of his cock.

“I’ve been fortunate enough to ‘ave it done to me a couple of times.” He once again slid his mouth down Louis’ dick and swallowed it whole, this time taking in his entire member. He tugged LeBeau’s hand up onto his head and encouraged the Frenchman to push down on it as he was sucking his cock.

Newkirk came up for a breath. “Louis, I can feel you, you’re so close. Come on. Do it.” He once more took in LeBeau’s dick and sucked hard. Louis couldn’t help but thrust up into Pierre’s mouth as he came hard inside it. The two made eye contact as Louis’ member twitched and stiffened further in Newkirk’s mouth. He knew Pierre would be able to feel his hot semen trickling down the back of his throat and wondered if the Englishman would swallow. He watched as Newkirk sat back on his knees, delighted when he wiped at a corner of his mouth, sucked at his finger, and swallowed.

Louis was totally relaxed after receiving the best blowjob of his life. He’d had it done to him twice before but never in such an intense way. Newkirk was a master at many things, but he never dreamed this would be one of them. Go figure.

LeBeau watched as Newkirk stroked himself again and realized the other man had not come. He had to help him. It was only fair since Newkirk had helped him out.

“Pierre, please, let me help you.” Newkirk pulled his hand off his cock and moved forward on the bed. Louis wasn’t sure if he was ready to give a blowjob, but he could still give a good handjob.

Newkirk stopped LeBeau’s hand before he could touch his cock. “Louis, please, I ‘ave a great favor to ask you.” Newkirk’s eyes searched his and Louis instantly knew what Pierre was asking. That was a big step to take. It was one thing to give another guy a handjob or get a blowjob from him, but actual intercourse? Newkirk’s dick inside of him? It would mean no turning back. And what if any of the guys ever found out?

“Please, Louis. Please let me make love to you.”

It was too much to take in right now. Louis never dreamed he would be in a situation like this. He always considered himself perfectly straight. He studied the look of lust in the Englander’s eyes and knew they had already gone too far. He nodded at Pierre, who smiled and moved toward him. He pushed LeBeau’s legs back and spit on his fingers. Before Louis could change his mind, Newkirk pressed a finger into his virgin opening and moved it around, slowly stretching the muscles. Louis moaned and pressed his head back into the pillow. He grimaced a little as Newkirk entered a second finger and then a third. Where would Newkirk learn to do such a thing?

Soon Louis was writhing on the bed, a renewed erection arching above his belly. He gasped at the cool air when the fingers were removed from inside him. LeBeau groaned when he felt Pierre’s cock press against his hole. The Englishman proceeded slowly. Newkirk settled down upon Louis, raising the Frenchman’s legs to wrap around his waist as he slowly entered him. Pierre sped up a little after only a few thrusts, clearly having trouble holding back.

“It’s okay, mon ami.” LeBeau gasped at the sting of fingernails digging into his hips.

Newkirk growled in relief and thrust harder until he was pounding into the man below him. “Bloody fucking incredible…” Newkirk began but trailed off, his mouth open as he struggled to form the words.

Louis’ dick was trapped beneath the two men and there was little he could do for relief. Pierre seemed to read his mind, because his hand found its way between them and he jerked Louis off in time with his thrusts. “Louis, look at me,” Newkirk finally said. The Frenchman’s eyes opened slowly and he gazed at Pierre with a drunken expression. His kiss swollen lips were parted, only soft gasps flowing past them. Newkirk lowered his lips to Louis’.

It was a heated kiss, accentuated by Newkirk’s rhythmic pounding into LeBeau. The men fisted their hands in each other’s hair, devouring each other’s mouths in what was becoming a bruising kiss. In a moment of deep passion, LeBeau flipped them over and sat on Newkirk’s abdomen.

Newkirk’s hands immediately grasped at LeBeau’s hips and raised them up. He held his dick and pushed it up into the smaller man, sighing at the intense pleasure. Louis thrust back upon the other man’s stiff member. Newkirk groaned. “My god, Mate, there’s no way I’m gonna last with you bouncin’ on top of me like that!”

“That’s the point, Pierre.” Louis inhaled sharply as Newkirk found a sensitive spot inside of him. They soon found a good rhythm, one that had Pierre making sounds that Louis had never heard from the Englishman before.

Louis gasped at the feel of fingertips against his nipples, pinching and pulling at the tiny nubs. The Englishman’s hands then made their way to the thigh highs Louis was wearing. The garter belt they had been attached to was somewhere in a pile of clothes on the floor. The material was soft and silky to Newkirk’s touch. He glided his fingers back and forth along the fabric before aiming for a different area. Pierre’s hands made their way to Louis’ groin and wrapped around his erection.

The Frenchman cried out. He had been trying to stay quiet, but that was becoming increasingly difficult. He was incredibly close now. Just a couple more strokes…

Newkirk hit a particularly pleasant spot inside of him and Louis couldn’t hold back any longer. He crushed his lips against the other man’s lips and cried out into his mouth. Hot liquid splashed over their bellies in waves. Louis collapsed upon Pierre’s chest.

LeBeau was completely spent but managed to thrust back gently upon Newkirk, vaguely aware of the slick wetness between them. Louis smiled and pressed his lips against the Englishman’s again. Newkirk sucked and nipped at Louis’ tongue. He drew his legs up behind Louis and moaned louder into the Frenchman’s mouth, his hips thrusting harder.

“Pierre, come on, you can do it,” Louis whispered against Newkirk’s ear. “Come inside of me, mon amant.” Louis thrust back a little harder, urging the other man on. Just then the Englishman stiffened and pulled the smaller man’s hips hard against him. He cried out loud and bucked hard into the man above him, emptying himself inside him.

“Louis, fuck. Uh…” Newkirk’s eyes were squeezed shut as he rode the waves of his orgasm. His thrusts grew lazy and his expression tired. He smiled at the man above him. They shared another kiss before finally separating.

“I suppose we’d best get ready for our meeting,” Newkirk suggested. He reached for his pile of clothing. “Though I’d much rather being doing something else.” He winked at LeBeau.

LeBeau found his clothes and started to dress. “You English are all alike. Always sex on the brain. And I thought we French were bad.”

“Well, then I’d say we’re pretty lucky.”

“And how do you figure that, mon ami?”

“Without that, how else would we make it through the war?”

LeBeau couldn’t help but laugh as he tossed a heel in Newkirk’s direction.