A New Job - Pt 2 (Explicit)

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

Franz groaned. He rolled over, letting Robert suck him. He hadn't been expecting this. He was quieter than Robert was, but his chest heaved and he gripped the sheets. Franz wanted to touch this man, wanted to hold him. One hand gripped Robert's hair, holding his head down weakly. Franz tried not to buck his hips too much. He didn't want to choke this beautiful, beautiful man. Sweat glistened on his lean body. Franz made a mewling sound, his eyes wide with lust. For a second, he lost himself. He tried to warn Robert that he was close - really, he did - but that man's tongue hit him just right and he came with a muffled cry.

This was going to get both of them killed, but Franz couldn't see a better way to go.

[Col. R. Hogan]

Robert hadn't planned on swallowing; he really hadn't. But it was either that or gag. Besides, he was enjoying torturing Franz like this. That mewl had been music to his ears and he wanted to cause more of them. He kept hitting the sweet spot with his tongue, trying to wring out every drop he could. Robert flicked the tip of his cock once more before letting it go. He looked at the sweat on Franz's body, a expression of self-satisfaction evident on his face.

"I'm gonna assume it was good for you, darling," Robert teased. He nuzzled the man's neck, then began kissing his way back down. "What the hell did you do to me, by the way? You literally blinded me for a few seconds!"

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

Franz clung to him. He was always clingy and needy after sex and this time was going to be no different. He held Robert close to him and ran a hand through tousled hair. The oral had been unexpected. He had fully expected to finish by himself, alone, not have this beautiful man's mouth on him. Maybe Robert's wicked tongue had its uses after all.

"Every man has a place inside of him that makes him see stars if stimulated," Franz finally said. "I'm not sure what it's called. Also, I'm told it feels better with a cock touching it instead of fingers, but with what you said..."

He trailed off and hoped Robert understood. Franz wanted nothing more than to hold Robert right now, so he was just going to have to deal with it.

[Col. R. Hogan]

Robert let Franz hold him for a few minutes. Truth be told, he liked cuddling, but rarely got the chance to do so. Then he scooted upwards a bit and rested his chin on top of Franz's head. He held the man close enough to his chest to hear his heartbeat. Could he handle being a receiving tree? That was a question he was seriously contemplating now.

"I didn't know that. It still felt good, though," Robert replied. He sighed. "I'm a firm believer in give and take, Franz. I don't like to leave my partners' needs unfulfilled. So my question is this: if I can get past my mental blocks to bottom for you, would you be alright with doing the same for me at some point? After you teach me how to find and hit that spot, of course. I wouldn't wanna do it if I couldn't make you see stars too."

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

"I can show you how to find the spot just fine," Franz said. "Though you will have to keep your nails soft and short."

He considered the other question as he held Robert. Could he? It had been thoroughly impressed upon him at a young age to never be under a man. Franz bit his bottom lip. This American trusted him enough to let him touch his most sensitive bits. Franz would do well to consider the same. He pressed a series of kisses across Robert's face as he thought. He was going to have too. He petted Robert's face and grinned as he squirmed a little bit. He drew the covered on top of both of them, trapping in he warmth and making it that much more cozy.

"And I'll try to learn to receive from you," Franz murmured. He kissed Robert's cheek again. "Though be patient with me. An old dog is learning new tricks."

[Col. R. Hogan]

"Sounds like we have a deal then. I'm glad you're willing to work with me," Robert replied. "I'll be sure to cut my nails as soon as possible."

He squirmed slightly under the man's touch. Franz had a way of turning him on without trying. Robert didn't know why...but he did know he was enjoying himself. The extra heat from having the comforter over them felt nice. He ran one hand over Franz's ass, then gave it a light squeeze. His other hand drifted downward, exploring Franz's cock while he stroked it.

"Can do. I like dogs, even old ones like you," Robert teased. He lightly bit Franz's nipple. "Does that magic spot work without any stimulation happening first? More importantly, can you prove it to me if the answer is yes?"

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

Franz gave him a lazy look. "It can," he finally said. "Though I have found that most men enjoy having their cocks stroked before you finger them. That's what it's called, by the way."

He had a feeling that Robert was going to want to go again. That was the issue with having a younger lover - Robert had more stamina than he did and might forget that it took Franz a bit longer to get up and go. As it was, he cuddled with the man. Warmth washed over Franz's body. He hadn't felt this content since a week before Stalingrad. That had been the last time he had had a chance to hold Heinrich. Then they had both been shipped out and Franz had been expected to believe that a German bullet could be fired by a Russian sniper rifle. Franz tried to keep the sorrow from his face. Now was not the time to think of dead lovers.

Franz laughed softly and shook his head. "What, are you ready to go again?"

[Col. R. Hogan]

"So it's the same term that's used for a woman then," Robert murmured. "Except, you know, in a different area. Makes sense to me."

He wrapped his arms around Franz, throughly enjoying having someone to cuddle with. It had been too long since he'd been able to do that. It wasn’t like he could ask any of his men to cuddle either. Homosexuality reasons aside, an officer didn't fraternize with the men he commanded. Robert did a lot of things his own way - it was the one benefit to working out of a POW camp - but he refused to break that rule. 

"Yes, actually. The experience was more fun than I expected," he admitted. "I'd like you to finger me without stroking my cock first, though. I'm curious to see how long I last before I, uh...yeah." He flushed slightly. "You seemed to like what you saw last time."

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

Franz had. He just held Robert, trying to keep them both warm. The man had to be lonely. Physical affection was probably just as frowned upon in his army as it was in the German one. Robert seemed to be hungry for any sort of affection, so Franz gave it to him. He rested his chin on the top of the man's head before speaking. Robert needed a bath. He likely hadn't had a chance to have one in some time, with the weather being as cold as it was. His own spend drying on his belly couldn't be comfortable. However, Robert had him almost pinned to the bed, so it wasn't like he could just get up.

"I wouldn't know what it's called with a woman," Franz finally admitted. "I've never been with one. You'll have to explain what you see there, because frankly, I am not attracted."

He rested his hand on Robert's back and closed his eyes for a moment. He wanted to actually rest and that might not be happening. Franz grumbled under his breath. He did kiss Robert again, though.

"I'll do it again after you let me get some rest," Franz said. "I did intend to get some shut eye. Maybe I'm getting old."

[Col. R. Hogan]

Robert raised an eyebrow at him. He had not expected Franz to say that. If the man were in any other branch, maybe, but the SS were the best fighting men Germany had to offer. He'd always figured they'd had to prove they could perform by fucking in front of a crowd or something. Of course, Franz wasn't an asshole like most of them were either. That was a point in his favor. 

"Honestly? I can take 'em or leave 'em, but it's a lot easier to woo a woman than a man. Eliminates the risk of getting shot for being a homosexual too," Robert replied. "The only thing I really like is their breasts; those make good pillows. Otherwise, I prefer men. I can be a little rough and not have to worry about hurting my partner that way. I...I'm into a few things some people would think are weird."

He eased back a bit so Franz could adjust his position if he wanted to. Robert often forgot not everyone was as touchy-feely as he was. The last thing he wanted to do was drive this man away. If what he'd felt earlier was any indication, keeping Franz for a lover would be a great idea. Robert wouldn't mind having his very own pet kraut.

"Probably. This war has aged everyone ahead of their time, including me," he grumbled. Robert made himself comfortable so he could take a nap. He could always clean up later if Franz allowed it - no doubt more resdue would join what was currently on his belly soon enough. "Fine, let's get some sleep then. I could use the rest anyhow. But later on, I wanna have some more fun."

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

"And a bath is in order," Franz grumbled. "For both of us."

He didn't blame Robert for what he had said about women. He knew he got a few looks for his choices. The fact that he was unmarried - and nearly everyone else was - had nearly cost him his life more than once. He let Robert wrap himself around his own body and petted his back. Franz watched as Hogan slowly started to fall asleep. This man had been cold for far too long, it was clear. Franz wanted to remedy that. He was under no illusion that Hogan would ever love him. At best, they would have a mutual affection. As for the look of utter surprise on Hogan's face, Franz filed that away under things to laugh about later. There was no telling what lurid tales were going through his mind.

"What do you like?" Franz asked. He nuzzled Robert and held him as close as he could. "For my part, I enjoy using my tongue and fingers. I can keep going longer that way. I've... never had the chance to try much beyond that and simple fucking."

[Col. R. Hogan]

"A bath sounds great. I'll wash your back if you'll wash mine," Robert said sleepily. "I like using my tongue and hands too, of course, and fucking is a given. What I really like is tying up my partner and pleasuring them, though. Teasing them until they beg me for their release, then pulling back before they reach it. Rinse and repeat until I feel like they've had enough. I wouldn't mind letting someone top me like that, but everyone I've met is too weak-willed. You see my dilemma here."

He curled up next to Franz's body after he finished his last sentence, wanting to enjoy being warm for once. The heat felt marvelous against his skin. Within a minute of doing so, he was fast asleep.

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

They slept more than the hour Franz thought they would. He had left strict orders not to be disturbed, and that was likely the only reason no one walked in and found them. They were in a highly compromising position. Franz was curled around Hogan and both of them were naked. Their clothing was tossed against the wall in a haphazard fashion and it was clear that they had slept with each other. Franz's body was curled around Hogan like he was trying his best to protect the man. Franz woke up first, as he always did, and he nudged Hogan to wake him up.

"Wakey wakey," Franz murmured. He smiled when he saw that sweet, peaceful face. "We both need a bath and then you need to go back to your men. You, by the way, reek."

[Col. R. Hogan]

"Unless the Allies are here, go 'way," Robert said sleepily. "I'm warm and don’t wanna get up."

He rolled over and buried his face in Franz's shoulder. Starting each day at fuck o'clock in morning took its toll after a while. So did standing the freezing cold while the guards counted everyone. Robert hadn't gotten a good night's sleep in a very long time...his operation guaranteed that. Therefore, he didn’t appreciate being woken up, especially not to be told he reeked. It wasn’t his fault the weather was too damned cold to bathe without getting sick.

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

Franz shook him. "Robert. People are going to start asking questions. Unless you think a date with the firing squad is a charming way to spend the evening, we need to get up. I shudder to think what might happen if we don't. Also, you need to wash to hide any smell or marks I might have left."

Franz didn't kid himself on what might happen if Hogan's men found out. They were likely more tolerant than the SS was, but that didn't mean he wanted to find out just what they would do. They needed to get up. On that note, he flung the blankets off both of them and rolled out of bed. In a kinder world, he would have had time to pamper this man properly, to rub oil into his skin or give him more pleasure than he could take. But this wasn't a nicer world. They needed to go before hard questions were asked. Franz covered himself with his bathrobe before going to the washroom and running a hot bath for both of them. Hogan needed it. Badly.

[Col. R. Hogan]

Robert opened his eyes and glared at him, although it wasn’t the full weight of his glare. That one was reserved for a select few occasions. He rarely got angry enough to bring it out, though. Having an excellent grip on his temper helped with that. The one time he'd lost it in London before getting shot down, the men under his command had run for the hills. Even the few generals at the base had decided maybe they should give him a wide berth. Nobody wanted to piss off a man who was half Irish and half Italian - that was a nuclear mix, temper-wise. Robert was more than happy to let people think whatever they wanted if it made his life easier. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, yawning as he walked stark naked into the washroom.

"You said we could go again after you got some rest, but now I have to go back to my men instead. I feel cheated," he complained. "Besides, I don’t have anything to wear. My other uniform is dirty because it isn't laundry day yet. If I put the one I had back on, I'm gonna stink again." 

Robert wrapped his arms around himself while he considered his situation. A slow smile crossed his lips as something occurred to him. "Of course, if I was allowed to wash both of them, I'd have a valid excuse to stay in here while my uniforms dried. Can't exactly walk around the camp with nothing on. Somehow, I highly doubt anyone but you wants to see me naked."

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

Franz gave Robert a long look. Then, "I think I just got played. Alright, you can go wash your uniforms, but do know that I do have office work to do. I'll do some of it here, but I do have to do my job."

The last thing he wanted was for Burkhalter to show up. That man didn't like what he considered to be playboys running the camps. In a way, Klink had been perfect for the job. He had rarely left Stalag 13 and he had maintained that near perfect record. Franz hoped he could do the same.

He gathered up Robert's clothing and put in a call for one of the other prisoners. Laundry day was going to come early, as Franz insisted on hygiene for all of his partners. Robert also needed more clothing than what he had and a smile played at the older man's lips.

"Robert," he softly said, "would you like it if I found you new clothing?"

[Col. R. Hogan]

"Me play you? I'm hurt, Franz. I was just being logical, that's all," Robert replied. "And now you have an excuse to keep an eye on me while you work. I can't exactly go meet with the Escape Committee if I'm trapped in here, you know. However, I can sit next to you with a blanket over me...or maybe go back to sleep. Haven’t quite decided what to do yet."

He looked pleased with himself when he climbed into the tub. A contented sigh escaped his lips the moment the water touched him. He held his nose and closed his eyes, then sank down underneath it, rolling from side to side as best as he could. The heat felt like it was seeping into his very bones. Robert hadn't had the luxury of using hot water to bathe since he'd become a prisoner of war. That meant baths had been out of the question. Nobody ever took a cold bath unless they had a fever, and even then it was typically because they were forced to. He sat up after 30 seconds, pushing his wet hair out of his eyes.

"If you can, sure. Just don't expect the Red Cross to...wait a minute," he said slowly. He eyed Franz suspiciously. "I know this game. What do you want from me in exchange for extra clothing? Nothing is free in wartime, especially not for POWs."

[Staf. F. von Waffenschmidt]

Franz almost considered lying to the man. But since he wanted Robert to trust him, he couldn't.

"Information on your escape committee," Franz finally said. He watched Robert in the bath and debated on joining him. "I don't want anyone hurt and Hochstetter is going to be on my ass. I know his men are trigger happy. He hit you and I don't think he's above killing one of your men if they escape. I'm aware that you aren't going to like this. I don't like it, either. But I am fond of you and I don't want to order you to do this. I thought that I might sweeten the pot, so to speak."

Robert had to be needing a bath. The man did reek of sweat and Franz had a hard time touching that unless he truly needed release. He found a bathrobe and left that where Robert could use it if he wanted too. Franz stripped down after a minute and perched on the edge of the tub.

"You won't drown me, will you?" he asked. He was only half joking.

[Col. R. Hogan]

"Not a chance," Robert replied flatly. "What you're asking me to do could be considered a form of treason. Burkhalter will show up here dressed in a hula skirt and a coconut bra before I ever, ever become a traitor!" 

This man had a lot of nerve asking for that information. There was no way in hell he would betray his men like that. Even if Robert had wanted to, it would be seen as selling out. That was never a good idea in a prison camp. Too many angry men with no other way to let off steam always ended badly. Oftentimes, your own comrades could - and would - do worse things to you than the enemy did. If he let himself be swayed, he would lose his command the moment anyone learned of it. Chaos would ensue, questions would be asked, men would probably die. He refused to allow any of that while to occur he still lived and breathed. 

He gave Franz a long look. "Trust me, my boys know better than to make any escape attempts when Hochstetter's sniffing around. None of them wanna get shot by him or his goons. Now if there's something you'd accept from me that doesn't involve anyone else, I'm open to negotiation. But I refuse to throw anyone else under the bus for my own sake. Even if you ordered me to, I wouldn't do it. I just can’t. A leader is supposed to provide things for his men, not the other way around. I hope you can understand where I'm coming from here."

Robert shook his head at the question. "If I wanted to kill you, I'd put a bullet between your eyes and be done with it. I'm not the type of guy who makes someone suffer before ending their life. Ruthless when I need to be, yes. Cruel, no."

He turned his attention to the bottles nearby. "Which one of these is the shampoo, anyhow? I can't read the labels."