Out of Dreams, Come Nightmares
#2 of I Leave at 5
Okay so you guys will hate me for this one. But here is part two of "I leave at 5" You may be wondering what picture inspired this one and one did. It's another Fluke picture called "Sleepover" http://www.furaffinity.net/view/230425/
all that said, Enjoy ^_^
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It seemed like James had spent years in that god forsaken desert. His lullabies had changed from his mate's gentle voice soothing and caressing his ears to a low thunder of shell and the constant pop of guns going off all around him. He could still recall it all too vividly as he sat on the plane waiting to just be home. All the horrid things he had seen would melt away with his mate's face when they could hold each other again. He sighed as his buddy returned from the bathroom. He flopped back into his seat as the plane gently rocked with air turbulence. James laid his head back trying to relax before the plane landed once more.
He was woken up by a hand on his shoulder as a stewardess continued ushering people off the 747. With a sleepy yawn he lugged his bag onto his shoulder and walked out into the terminal looking around for Chris. His ears drooped as he looked around and didn't see him. Just as he started to move with his buddy towards the bus he heard a soft voice behind him. "Hey Jimmy how's it going hun?"
James spun on a dime spotting Chris in an instant and dropping his bag before hugging him tightly. "Hey Shep. Who's your friend there?" James' sergeant stood behind him with a mischievous smile pasted across his muzzle. Sarge towered over the pair by half a head with the musculature of a full blown commando. Sarge was a Rottweiler with the energy of a golden retriever. His black, furred muzzle formed a small smile as he looked down at Chris then to James.
"Well he's my..." James trailed off unable to bring himself to say the one word he needed to.
"Mate." Chris stated finishing James' thought for him. James winced as if he had been stabbed. Chris looked at him giving a bemused innocence before returning his attention to the large canid in front of him.
"Uh...Chris this is my Sergeant..." James said in a low voice waiting for the abuse to come. Instead there was silence. Not the good silence James wanted but the awkward silence of Sarge trying to think of what to say. Before James had time to react Sarge side-stepped around him closing the gap between the husky mix and himself.
"You're a lucky pup Chris." The Rottweiler said in a low tone. James' eyes widened as he heard this. "Everyone in the unit could tell he had fallen hard for someone from the way he would constantly drift in and out of conversations. But we didn't expect he was uh..." Sarge made a few small hand gestures while searching for the appropriate word.
"Gay?" Chris suggested. James' ears splayed as he tossed Chris a look of annoyance. Sarge nodded and turned to James.
Good-byes were exchanged as the trio broke up from a happier conversation of the funnier sides of James' troop life as they sifted back into their lives. Without a doubt within days every one of the soldiers in his outfit that had been discharged would settle back into their lives with their loved ones and James hoped he wouldn't be the exception.
The car ride was short, thanks in part to the fact that it was still early in the morning. On the way James explained at great details all of the pranks his buddies had pulled to ease the boredom. The classics of waving one's undergarments as a flag didn't go undone but waving him as a flag in his boxers wasn't out of the question either. Chris chuckled at the thought of burly men hoisting his mate up a flagpole in his boxers as he turned into the driveway.
The pair filed into their home with James dropping his large duffel by the door. With seemingly no time like the present for the pair Chris tackled his mate onto the couch hugging him tightly. A few small tears drifted down his cheek as he thought back to their first days apart again. The utter depressed puppy lifestyle he had led, huddled up on their bed with a pillow snuggled close hoping to ease the absence of his mate. James wrapped his arms around his sniffling companion and held him for what seemed like hours, all the while nuzzling him and promising never to leave him again. After a few hours they had shifted into lying, sprawled out, on the couch snuggling as they faced each other simply staring into each others eyes as if all the worlds answers were lost deep within the others.
James' stomach churned at noon begging for what he knew would be the best meal he would have had for a while. Slowly they made their way to the kitchen and scanned the contents of the pantry for something that looked edible. Seeing nothing they wanted they shuffled over to the phone, James following Chris like a lost puppy, as his mate called and ordered pizza. Their day resumed its lazy style of staying on the couch cuddling as if making up for time lost to James' service. When the pizza finally arrived it was a welcomed treasure to James who was practically drooling from the mere scent. It took a little while but eventually the pizza was scarfed down and the box disposed of as the pair resumed their intimate cuddling before moving to the bedroom.
Clothes were shed as they made their way to the bed. Once there Chris laid back on the bed spreading his legs as James neared him. James leaned down hugging his mate tightly with a contented smile. Chris brought their muzzles together, slipping his tongue into James' muzzle and having it gently pushed back with James' own. As suddenly as the kiss was started it ended with James sliding down between his mate's legs. He began his process of getting his mate aroused, gently licking his pup's sheath and extending his tongue across his mate's fuzzy balls with every gentle lashing of his tongue. Chris moaned as a sudden surge of pleasure pushed his member's red tip just out of his sheath. This didn't go unnoticed by James, who brought his tongue to bathe the slowly enlarging member.
Chris could only moan as his mate's gentle licks pushed him towards his end. All at once the licks stopped and James stood positioning himself at his mate's tailhole before pushing his cock in slowly. He thrusted slowly at first leaning down and giving Chris loving licks and nips at his neck. His knot at the base of his cock slowly swelled with his every thrust rubbing his mate's prostate and sending waves of pleasure through both of them. With a final thrust his knot popped inside of Chris as his mate's orgasm caused his tail hole to clench tightly behind his knot. James tilted his head back letting out a small howl as his cum flooded his mate's body, sending a wave of warmth deep inside of Chris as the two were joined once more. James leaned down, nuzzling his mates cheek and giving him a kiss.
He smiled down at his mate who seemed a little sad. "James..." he whispered.
James nuzzled Chris and mumbled a quiet, "Yeah babe?"
Chris frowned and looked down as a chill ran over James' body. "I'm sorry James but you have to wake up now." Chris said. His lips moved but James could tell it wasn't really his voice. A small tear made it's way down James' cheek with this realization.
"I know..." James' voice was breaking as fast as his dream was. His limbs fell from feeling as he reached up and carressed Chris' cheek. "I love you Chris." he said kissing his mate's cheek one more time before opening his eyes to the nightmare he was forced to live. The plane rocked gently as his sergeant stood over him.
"We're landing soon. You need to be awake to hear our orders." Sarge said.
James nodded and looked down as Sarge passed him over. His buddy sitting next to him nudged him and whispered. "How was he? Same as you remember?" James' eyes widened as he looked the mongoose over.
"How...." James' heart stood still as he realized if word got out he was gay he would be discharged quickly. James cast a glare at others who seemed equally interested. It was over, he was out. James leaned back and laid his ears back letting out a quiet groan
"Sarge doesn't know so relax a bit." The mongoose said quietly looking back at Sarge. "I'm not telling him and I've told the others anyone who does is getting a transfer to the front lines thanks to a buddy of mine higher up." James' ears perked at that.
"Jeff....why do I get the feeling you're not telling me everything?" The shepherd said giving the mongoose a small questioning glare. Then the smell caught his nose as a small smirk appeared on Jeff's muzzle.
"Well uh...you're gonna have to change your pants when we land or you're gonna smell a bit musky." Jeff said with a small giggle. James' expression changed from one of anger and distrust to one of annoyance.
"Ha ha smart ass." he mumbled as the plane touched down on the runway. With only two weeks left before his discharge he silently prayed for nothing to happen as he grabbed his bag and walked down the mobile stairs and into the sun. He looked across the sandy plains around his slowly gathering group and sighed wishing he could just be back at home again. A glance at his watch told him it was 4am back home. "322 hours left babe...I'll see you soon." he whispered more to himself then the group gathering around him.
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This is why you guys will hate me. I have two plots set out for the next story. Mainly I need to know this; Do I go "Don't ask, Don't tell" and stir up drama, or do I leave him there? I'm kinda fond of this character so I can't wait to continue with the marriage plot. Lemme know what you guys would want ok? ^_^