Post by Soldier 76 on Aug 21, 2016 8:46:52 GMT
It was midnight, or maybe later, he couldn't tell he felt a weight on top of him though. The old naval man opened his eyes, he had already figured out who it was. "Ansell?" he asked staring at the wildman curiously. What was he doing? It was hard to see him in the dark, he reached over to turn on the bedside light; Ansell caught his hand and pulled it back. "...wha-?" There wasn't time to finish his question, the man had pressed his lips to George's. What?
There was a brief pause, before Ansell leaned back, the dark haired man seemed confused. Maybe upset? George was still recovering from mild shock. "Sorry." Was all the wildman would say before he slipped off and tried to take as little of the bed as possible. What had just happened?
"It's...okay?" George hazarded, sure it was fine. He glanced at the australian lying there so still it was like he'd died. Why'd he done that? Was he testing something? Ugh, now he was more confused. You're 58, you're really gonna go believing that was something more? he scolded himself as there was no reason for him to be getting this worked up. Besides Ansell could get scrambled sometimes, it wasn't right to consider it.
Then why had he rolled over and wrapped an arm around him? Because he didn't want him to worry about it, that's why. At least that's what he told himself. Ansell turned as well, lying with his head against George's neck. It was hard to get back to sleep, now his head was swimming. He was just rehabilitating Ansell. Eventually the man would go off to do what he wanted, which wouldn't include George and that would be good. Why did it make him so sad then? Because while a little lost, the man was rather sweet, smiling, all around pleasant. Always a bit worried, but George couldn't blame him.
Seemed so natural to eventually just let the wildman sleep next to him. Why though? That wasn't usual was it? You're getting mixed up George. He closed his eyes, just go back to sleep, that's what he'd do. Ansell was staring at him, he could feel it. He opened his eyes and met the stare, this made the Australian blink and look elsewhere. His thoughts were getting the best of him, there was a flutter in his stomach and warmth in his cheeks.
"I'm, uh gonna get a glass of water," he said and shifted out of bed, walking out and taking a deep breath. A glass of water and a cold shower maybe. He wasn't even...he wasn't even that way, he'd had a wife, a kid. They were both gone of course, she'd taken his daughter far away as she could. When he'd become a freak. He swallowed and turned the faucet on, running cold water he splashed his face. It just got so lonely going from place to place, looked at as more of a specimen than a person. He heard incredibly soft footsteps behind him. Ansell was good at being quiet.
"Sorry." The repeated apology made George sigh. What was he so afraid of here? He felt he was just taking advantage of Ansell's state, but wasn't that unfair to him? The wildman was intelligent, completely aware of what he was doing, he just had trouble speaking. He dried his face of. He'd never really considered it, wasn't somethng commonly spoken of back home, men with men, women with women.
He turned around and looked down at the odd man. His hair had been so matted and filthy it's become the nature dreads it was in, a thorough cleaning had not broken those apart. It rather suited the wildman. He had such an intense look in his grey eyes, always aware, constantly prepared to action. He seemed more alive than most average people George met. The former naval man recalled similar looks when he'd served, you were taught to always be aware, to trust your senses and instinct. "You don't have to be, probably my fault, given you these ideas," he said trying to convince himself of something.
The australian took a step forward, they were rather close again. Ansell's intensity could be a bit unsettling sometimes. He was either Half or full tilt, there was no resting moments. Sad, George felt, very sad. He didn't know how to relax truly, the older man would feel him wake and shift after a quick look around. Behavior not uncommon in wolves. It was captivating in it's own way, very primal. "I guess we should go back to bed." His own voice sort of spooked him as he'd sorta been caught up in the wildman's intensity.
Ansell nodded, it was a short, shallow nod. He followed George tightly back to the bedroom they shared. What are you doing George? He swallowed and took a deep breath. Nothing, he's going back to bed, it'd be fine. The wildman lingered in front of the old soldier as he sat down on the bed, there was this pregnant pause, the air was thick. Maybe it was just in George's head. A beat more and finally that heavy air was broken, the wildman kissed him again. What was he doing?
Going along of course, big hands at Ansell's lithe back, drawing him closer. He shouldn't. He couldn't. He didn't even know how. Ansell knew, the wildman pushed them both down, his metal hands sliding under George's shirt. They were quite cold, it sent a confused shiver up his spine. The wildman broke the kiss finally to look George in the eyes. What did he want him to say? The old soldier furrowed his brows. The moment drew on and finally passed, he released a breath he didn't know he was holding.
This basket case was so intense, so very intense it sort of made it hard to breath when he was looking right at him. They lay there a few seconds, Ansell's hands under his shirt, on his skin, what are you doing George? Wasn't he a little young for you old man? "Ansell you don't...have to," he said only to have a finger put to his mouth.
"Want to," came the stilted reply. Want to it echoed in Georges head. Finally after they'd been here a while the wild man slipped the shirt off over Georges head. His fingers lingered where George's robotic arm met his shoulder. He didn't care for the thing, but there was no way to change it now. Ansell had a sense of understanding about him, he too had been altered beyond repair.
Relax George, Relax. It was hard, Ansell kept looking at him, it was really shaking up his head. What was it about this crazy person that was so...enthralling anyway? The wildman finally made another move, removing his own shirt and hooking his thumb into George's sweatpants, along with his boxers, sliding them away. The older man swallowed. Was he past the point of no return now? Ansell nibbled his lower lip. What was he thinking?
"Okay?" he asked and George considered saying no, but at this point it couldn't just be forgotten. It wasn't just a mistake. He didn't say anything for a moment.
"It's okay," he finally replied. The tension in Ansell's shoulders released his fingers found their way to the older man's crotch, running over his partially erect length; George swallowed, his brows furrowed. Now he'd definitely not be able to go back. It wasn't long before he'd become fully aroused. He took a few ragged breaths. It'd been a while since he'd had a partner.
Ansell slipped off the bed, standing instead, as he pulled his own pants off. God he was a thin, wiry thing. Very lean. He had a lot of damage to him, exstensive burn scars, healed over gunshot wounds. At least a few other miscellaneous injuries. The outback must have been hell. After a few seconds of standing there he stepped back, between George's legs. What was he thinking?
One of Ansell's hands found it way to George's backside, he felt one of the robotic digits probing between his cheeks, what a weird feeling. Seemed to have found it's mark, as he felt pressure and then the finger slipped past the yielding ring of muscle. George gasped, that was kind of unexpected. Kind of? Extremely, he supposed this led somewhere and the discomfort slowly eased away as he adjusted. Then there was a second finger pressed in, and eventually a third; a shudder went up the old soldiers spine. His breathing had picked up, his teeth sunk into his lower lip.
All the while, Ansell's other hand had been on George's cock, rubbing over the length of it. He had to coax the foreskin to fully retract, unfortunate nature of getting older. There was this sort of mix of pleasure, pain and confusion. He didn't know what to do with himself, one of his hands finding it's way to his hair, and the other grabbing at the sheets. It was like being a virgin again, all of it sort of just happened.
A few ticks, and finally something changed, Ansell stepped closer; George felt something new at his hole, the fingers were removed and he felt himself penetrated deeply by the wildman's dick, it made him let out a noise that couldn't decide if it was a moan or a cry. What was going on? He continued to pant, pressing himself back up against the invading member. Ansell was rather gentle about it to start. He pulled out and slipped back in, a smooth and slow thrust. It didn't stay slow, the pace picked up and George found himself moaning and grunting along with the Wildman.
"Ansell...ah...I..." he didn't even know what he wanted to say, it was just more noise. The thrusts didn't stop, he found himself moving with the thrusts, legs spread apart to facilitate each motion. He'd never felt this before. It was absolutely crazy, incredible...so...many things. A few more strong thrusts and George'd had enough, it was too much.
"Anse...Anse..." he attempted, but only got so far as the first few letters before a familiar sensation washed over him, he tensed briefly and then release, cum pooled on his stomach. He felt Ansell drive in deep, and the feeling of something moist spread in him. The old soldier let his head lull back. What had they done?
A few moments of disbelief, and realization. He'd just had sex with Ansell. What did that mean? what did that even mean? He swallowed, sweaty and hot. "Good?" Ansell asked, out of breath himself. Good? his stilted way of speaking was a bit frustrating at times. Good? What was that supposed to mean? Just the obvious he supposed.
"...good," George just repeated as he lay there contemplating how many years he'd gone without considering male company in this way. Had he always been like this? Was it a both kind of thing? It was confusing. He was confused, and Ansell was gorgeous still standing there, all sweaty and panting. Like an animal. He smelled good too. The wildman pulled out and lay next to George curling up to him.
What had they done? He wrapped the smaller man up in his arms and took a deep breath of him. He'd like to bottle that smell. He'd figure out his tangle of feelings tomorrow, he was too tired now.
There was a brief pause, before Ansell leaned back, the dark haired man seemed confused. Maybe upset? George was still recovering from mild shock. "Sorry." Was all the wildman would say before he slipped off and tried to take as little of the bed as possible. What had just happened?
"It's...okay?" George hazarded, sure it was fine. He glanced at the australian lying there so still it was like he'd died. Why'd he done that? Was he testing something? Ugh, now he was more confused. You're 58, you're really gonna go believing that was something more? he scolded himself as there was no reason for him to be getting this worked up. Besides Ansell could get scrambled sometimes, it wasn't right to consider it.
Then why had he rolled over and wrapped an arm around him? Because he didn't want him to worry about it, that's why. At least that's what he told himself. Ansell turned as well, lying with his head against George's neck. It was hard to get back to sleep, now his head was swimming. He was just rehabilitating Ansell. Eventually the man would go off to do what he wanted, which wouldn't include George and that would be good. Why did it make him so sad then? Because while a little lost, the man was rather sweet, smiling, all around pleasant. Always a bit worried, but George couldn't blame him.
Seemed so natural to eventually just let the wildman sleep next to him. Why though? That wasn't usual was it? You're getting mixed up George. He closed his eyes, just go back to sleep, that's what he'd do. Ansell was staring at him, he could feel it. He opened his eyes and met the stare, this made the Australian blink and look elsewhere. His thoughts were getting the best of him, there was a flutter in his stomach and warmth in his cheeks.
"I'm, uh gonna get a glass of water," he said and shifted out of bed, walking out and taking a deep breath. A glass of water and a cold shower maybe. He wasn't even...he wasn't even that way, he'd had a wife, a kid. They were both gone of course, she'd taken his daughter far away as she could. When he'd become a freak. He swallowed and turned the faucet on, running cold water he splashed his face. It just got so lonely going from place to place, looked at as more of a specimen than a person. He heard incredibly soft footsteps behind him. Ansell was good at being quiet.
"Sorry." The repeated apology made George sigh. What was he so afraid of here? He felt he was just taking advantage of Ansell's state, but wasn't that unfair to him? The wildman was intelligent, completely aware of what he was doing, he just had trouble speaking. He dried his face of. He'd never really considered it, wasn't somethng commonly spoken of back home, men with men, women with women.
He turned around and looked down at the odd man. His hair had been so matted and filthy it's become the nature dreads it was in, a thorough cleaning had not broken those apart. It rather suited the wildman. He had such an intense look in his grey eyes, always aware, constantly prepared to action. He seemed more alive than most average people George met. The former naval man recalled similar looks when he'd served, you were taught to always be aware, to trust your senses and instinct. "You don't have to be, probably my fault, given you these ideas," he said trying to convince himself of something.
The australian took a step forward, they were rather close again. Ansell's intensity could be a bit unsettling sometimes. He was either Half or full tilt, there was no resting moments. Sad, George felt, very sad. He didn't know how to relax truly, the older man would feel him wake and shift after a quick look around. Behavior not uncommon in wolves. It was captivating in it's own way, very primal. "I guess we should go back to bed." His own voice sort of spooked him as he'd sorta been caught up in the wildman's intensity.
Ansell nodded, it was a short, shallow nod. He followed George tightly back to the bedroom they shared. What are you doing George? He swallowed and took a deep breath. Nothing, he's going back to bed, it'd be fine. The wildman lingered in front of the old soldier as he sat down on the bed, there was this pregnant pause, the air was thick. Maybe it was just in George's head. A beat more and finally that heavy air was broken, the wildman kissed him again. What was he doing?
Going along of course, big hands at Ansell's lithe back, drawing him closer. He shouldn't. He couldn't. He didn't even know how. Ansell knew, the wildman pushed them both down, his metal hands sliding under George's shirt. They were quite cold, it sent a confused shiver up his spine. The wildman broke the kiss finally to look George in the eyes. What did he want him to say? The old soldier furrowed his brows. The moment drew on and finally passed, he released a breath he didn't know he was holding.
This basket case was so intense, so very intense it sort of made it hard to breath when he was looking right at him. They lay there a few seconds, Ansell's hands under his shirt, on his skin, what are you doing George? Wasn't he a little young for you old man? "Ansell you don't...have to," he said only to have a finger put to his mouth.
"Want to," came the stilted reply. Want to it echoed in Georges head. Finally after they'd been here a while the wild man slipped the shirt off over Georges head. His fingers lingered where George's robotic arm met his shoulder. He didn't care for the thing, but there was no way to change it now. Ansell had a sense of understanding about him, he too had been altered beyond repair.
Relax George, Relax. It was hard, Ansell kept looking at him, it was really shaking up his head. What was it about this crazy person that was so...enthralling anyway? The wildman finally made another move, removing his own shirt and hooking his thumb into George's sweatpants, along with his boxers, sliding them away. The older man swallowed. Was he past the point of no return now? Ansell nibbled his lower lip. What was he thinking?
"Okay?" he asked and George considered saying no, but at this point it couldn't just be forgotten. It wasn't just a mistake. He didn't say anything for a moment.
"It's okay," he finally replied. The tension in Ansell's shoulders released his fingers found their way to the older man's crotch, running over his partially erect length; George swallowed, his brows furrowed. Now he'd definitely not be able to go back. It wasn't long before he'd become fully aroused. He took a few ragged breaths. It'd been a while since he'd had a partner.
Ansell slipped off the bed, standing instead, as he pulled his own pants off. God he was a thin, wiry thing. Very lean. He had a lot of damage to him, exstensive burn scars, healed over gunshot wounds. At least a few other miscellaneous injuries. The outback must have been hell. After a few seconds of standing there he stepped back, between George's legs. What was he thinking?
One of Ansell's hands found it way to George's backside, he felt one of the robotic digits probing between his cheeks, what a weird feeling. Seemed to have found it's mark, as he felt pressure and then the finger slipped past the yielding ring of muscle. George gasped, that was kind of unexpected. Kind of? Extremely, he supposed this led somewhere and the discomfort slowly eased away as he adjusted. Then there was a second finger pressed in, and eventually a third; a shudder went up the old soldiers spine. His breathing had picked up, his teeth sunk into his lower lip.
All the while, Ansell's other hand had been on George's cock, rubbing over the length of it. He had to coax the foreskin to fully retract, unfortunate nature of getting older. There was this sort of mix of pleasure, pain and confusion. He didn't know what to do with himself, one of his hands finding it's way to his hair, and the other grabbing at the sheets. It was like being a virgin again, all of it sort of just happened.
A few ticks, and finally something changed, Ansell stepped closer; George felt something new at his hole, the fingers were removed and he felt himself penetrated deeply by the wildman's dick, it made him let out a noise that couldn't decide if it was a moan or a cry. What was going on? He continued to pant, pressing himself back up against the invading member. Ansell was rather gentle about it to start. He pulled out and slipped back in, a smooth and slow thrust. It didn't stay slow, the pace picked up and George found himself moaning and grunting along with the Wildman.
"Ansell...ah...I..." he didn't even know what he wanted to say, it was just more noise. The thrusts didn't stop, he found himself moving with the thrusts, legs spread apart to facilitate each motion. He'd never felt this before. It was absolutely crazy, incredible...so...many things. A few more strong thrusts and George'd had enough, it was too much.
"Anse...Anse..." he attempted, but only got so far as the first few letters before a familiar sensation washed over him, he tensed briefly and then release, cum pooled on his stomach. He felt Ansell drive in deep, and the feeling of something moist spread in him. The old soldier let his head lull back. What had they done?
A few moments of disbelief, and realization. He'd just had sex with Ansell. What did that mean? what did that even mean? He swallowed, sweaty and hot. "Good?" Ansell asked, out of breath himself. Good? his stilted way of speaking was a bit frustrating at times. Good? What was that supposed to mean? Just the obvious he supposed.
"...good," George just repeated as he lay there contemplating how many years he'd gone without considering male company in this way. Had he always been like this? Was it a both kind of thing? It was confusing. He was confused, and Ansell was gorgeous still standing there, all sweaty and panting. Like an animal. He smelled good too. The wildman pulled out and lay next to George curling up to him.
What had they done? He wrapped the smaller man up in his arms and took a deep breath of him. He'd like to bottle that smell. He'd figure out his tangle of feelings tomorrow, he was too tired now.
