C. Brown - Fraternizing

"Well, does Newsome fucking know?" he mumbled, finally setting me off.

I turned to Cassie and whispered in her ear, "Go into the room while I handle this."

She looked at me with reluctance, but I didn't want her here when things got bad as I felt they were about to do.

"Go."

She turned and walked away. I waited until I heard the click of the door before I went to work on Smith.

"Look, man. This shit wasn't meant to happen. I didn't go in search of a student to start fucking. I met her at Coyotes that night and had no fucking clue who she was until Monday morning during formation."

"Then what? You just decided that since you'd already started something you'd go ahead and finish it?" He stopped for a second, the wheels whirling around in his head. "Wait. This is why you asked me about Pfc. Dalton, isn't it? You wanted to get your competition out of the way."

"Caleb." My stern, baritone voice bellowed out.

"What? You've either lost your mind, or you've gone fucking stupid."

"You better watch yourself, Caleb," I warned. I was beginning to feel like a wild animal backed into corner, and there was no telling what I was capable of if pushed too far.

"I think it's the other way around, Alex. Now you've pulled the rest of us into this mess, over what? Pussy? You can get pussy from anywhere. Why a goddamned student?"

"First of all, I didn't pull you into shit," I roared, my eyes zeroing in on him, the veins throbbing in my neck as I took slow, deliberate steps in his direction. "Secondly, she isn't just pussy, so you better watch how the fuck you refer to her. Believe me, I've gone over this shit in my own mind, wondering if it was even worth it, and every time I convinced myself it wasn't, something would come flying back, telling me it was."

"So you're willing to take the rest of us down with you?"

"I'm not doing shit with you. I didn't pull you into this. You, unfortunately, walked in on it. So now you can either stand with me, or against me."

He looked me over, occasionally taking glances at Riley who stood stoic, not flinching or making a sound. I could see the wheels of debate turning in his head, the last thing I ever wanted to do was get these guys mangled up in it, thus putting their own careers on the line. But now that I was knee deep, I needed them to hold me, to make sure that my dirty fucking secret remained a secret until I could let it be out in the open.

Smith blew out a slow, deep breath. Running his hands over the back of his head, he finally said, "Fuck, man. You know I'm always gonna support you. I just wish it didn't have to be in fucking secret."

I discreetly blew out the breath holed up in me.

"Who the fuck you telling, man?" I finally allowed a smile to creep across my face. "But, you can't say shit to Jensen. So far, I don't think he'll back me."

He nodded briefly.

I pulled him into a guy hug, patting him on the back, then looked over at Riley.

"I have enough fucking problems at the moment, and this guy here," I said, motioning towards Riley, "is helping me out. The last thing I need is for you guys to blow the lid off of this for me."

"You've got my word, man," Smith sternly replied. I'd known him long enough to know that his word was everything. If he said he would back me, he would definitely back me.

"Alright. Better hurry up and get Jensen's shit. I better get back there to Cassie. She's probably scared shitless right now."

"Cassie, huh?” Smith asked, shaking his head and laughing slightly. “Well, I'm sorry if I scared the living fuck out of her. I was not expecting to see her hot ass standing in your house."

"Watch it, asshole," I jokingly warned. "That's my hot piece of ass you're talking about." He held up his hands in a mocking show of defense. "Have fun in Palm Springs. Riley, I'll get back to you in a minute."

I turned away from them and quickly made my way back to my room. When I opened the door, Cassie was lying face up on my bed, holding the broken boot bands in her hands, worry engrained in her.

"Hey. You okay?"

She sat up in the bed; her eyes looked like tears would erupt from them at any moment.

"Not really. But I'm more worried about you."

"Don't worry about me. I'm fine."

I sat down on the bed next to her, my hands instinctively making their way up to her face, gently moving her hair behind her ear.

"Smith isn't going to say anything. He's on our side too."

"How do you know that?" Her voice grew weak and shaky, splintering my heart with every sound she made.

"Because I know my boys. Right now, the only ones I know aren't with us are Newsome, but he doesn't know." I paused for a second. "And Jensen."

"I know. It's Jensen I'm worried about."

Her response made my blood boil.

"Why? What has he said to you?"

"He hasn't said anything to me directly. I just see the looks he gives me, like he hates me."

"He doesn't hate you. He just sees you as a student, and he is too fucking fixated on what the Marine Corps says. He forgets sometimes that we're human, and our thoughts don't always line up with what the Corps says-- I've been guilty of that too, up until now."

"I never planned on this. I never wanted to ruin anything for anyone--"

"And you aren’t. Stop that shit. I put myself exactly where I am. If anything, I could possibly be hurting you."

"No, you aren't. I wanted this too."

"Then that's it."

"What's it?"

"This. You and me." She stared at me in amazement. "Look, the Corps is designed so that we can't work. And up until a week or so ago, I backed it wholeheartedly. But I see shit now. The rose colored glasses are off."

"But you love the Marine Corps. It's who you are."

"I still love it. It's made me who I am, but with the rules comes the ability to learn to lead, and learning to lead means being able to think for yourself."

I needed her closer to me in that moment, so I pulled her to me, moving her to sit on my lap.

"Me and you, what we have, what we're doing, is a crime. But I want you. I chose you. And I'm ready to jump off this fucking bridge if you're ready to jump with me."

Her little nose wrinkled as she laughed— the first soul soothing laugh I had heard from her in what felt like forever.

"Now, take these clothes off. You've just given me the fucking erection from hell."

She made quick work of her clothes, needing the physical closeness just as badly as I did.

I sat on the bed in my same spot, taking in the show as she swiveled her hips to get out of her shorts. I twirled my finger before me, signaling for her to turn around. Her ass was a sight for sore eyes, and I reached out for her, running my hands over it as my dick sprung to life, eager to have her full and undivided attention. I roughly grabbed her, bringing her down on my awaiting cock that was damn near stabbing through my shorts.

"What are you going to do about those shorts?"

My eyebrows twitched in amusement.

"What are you going to do about them?" I asked, holding her around her waist with one hand while fondling her pretty, perky tit in the other.

She used her hands to free herself from my grip, placing them on my shorts in a matter of seconds, tugging away as I lifted my hips to give her room to fully remove them. Going commando worked in our favor since the second my shorts was disposed of, my dick stood erect and waiting to have her do with it as she pleased.

"It's yours. Do as you like."

She smiled, slowly dropping to her knees.

Anticipation was beginning to tear away at me. Seeing her shimmering green eyes staring up at me, that perfectly placed smile as she rubbed on my dick...it sent an ache throughout my body that took the patience of a saint to not urgently extinguish.

Silky smoothness rubbed over every inch of my cock, and I sucked in a long, soothing breath as she gently stroked, making my heart rate spike with the feel of it. I rested my hands on the sides of me, grabbing hold of the cover on the bed as she began to pick up the pace. A sensitive tingle exploded within me, making me realize that I wouldn't last too long once she got her mouth on me.