Part Ten
Farewell

I was feeling really relaxed by the time we left the bath house, almost ready to fall asleep on my feet. The manager's son was sleeping in a chair behind the desk when we came back.

"Do you really want anything to drink?" I shook my head. I was fine. "All right. Go wait by the stairs, Walter." Ray told me. I did, leaning against the wall sleepily. I heard someone start down the stairs, but they paused, then went back up. I didn't pay it too much attention. Ray woke up the desk clerk and talked to him in Japanese.

He went back into the room behind the counter. In a minute he came back with a couple of little cardboard boxes. Ray gave him some money and came over to me. "Okay, kiddo. I had to get some supplies. C'mon."

We trudged up the stairs. Before we reached the top, I heard footsteps going back down the hallway quickly. The door of the room next to ours was closing as we came into the hall. Ray chuckled. "Looks like someone doesn't want anyone to know they're here."

In our room, he opened the window, and switched on the fan. It wasn't too bad like that, almost cool. Ray opened the boxes, and set out a tube, and three little foil packages. Then he looked at me, and held out his hand.

I walked over to him and walked right into his arms. I just moved up against him, as close as I could, and he held me, tucking my head under his chin. "I want to love you, baby boy," he whispered. "I want to love you long and hard. Let me?"

"Anything you want, Ray. You know that. You don't have to ask."

"I know." He tilted my head back and kissed me. "But I love to hear you say it."

Ray undressed me slowly. Every time another piece of skin was bared, he'd spend a little time kissing, stroking, and licking it. By the time I was down to just my shorts, I was so hard it almost hurt. "Lay down, Walter." I did, stretching out on the bed.

Ray started to take his clothes off, real slow, too. He stared at me the whole time. When he got his shirt off, I saw that his nipples were hard. I reached down in my shorts, and he said sharply. "No. Don't do that, Walter."

"Ray?"

"No." His voice was soft, but firm. “That's mine, Walter. I'm the only one who's going to touch it. Do you understand?"

I put my hand back at my side. "Yes, Ray."

"Good boy." He resumed stripping.

"Please hurry."

His grin was wicked. "Oh, no, sweetheart. No, no. You've already had fast and furious. This one's going to be slow... and sweet... and deep."

When he was naked, he pulled down my shorts. My cock bounced out, so stiff it flopped back up against my belly. He reached down and covered it with his hand, pressing it, and I groaned. "Mine, Walter," he crooned. His hand slid down, over my balls, and delved under them, prodding gently. "And this, too. All mine."

"All yours," I agreed.

He started to touch me, his hands moving over me in long, slow strokes. "Jesus, Walter, you're beautiful," he murmured. "Such a sturdy little body. Do you have any fucking idea how difficult it is for me to not get hard just looking at you?"

I had to do something, and I didn't know what to say. His hand was on my cheek. I turned my head and bit him tenderly. He drew in his breath, leaned over, and kissed me, sliding his tongue into my mouth.

I ran one hand up into his hair, holding him. With the other, I reached down the length of his body, trailing my fingers into the crisp hair below his belly. But before I could reach my goal, he caught my hand. He whispered against my lips, "Uh uh, sweets. This goes inside you. You keep those clever little hands away."

"Ray, please..."

"Patience. We have all night, Walter."

He laid light kisses along my jaw, and down. He found my pulse point on my throat, and began to suck a patch of skin over it. Every now and then I'd feel the scrape of his teeth. It set up a hot, sweet ache that traveled down my body, settling in my groin. I felt my belly growing wet with the warm precome that was leaking from my engorged cock. I whimpered, and Ray broke the suction. "Did I hurt you, baby?"

"No. It feels so good."

He licked the spot. "I left a bruise." He kissed the discoloration. "That’s my mark. I branded you."

"I'm glad."

He moved down. His tongue traced around one of my nipples till it was stiff and pointed, then flicked over the tip before moving over to give the same attention to the other one. When they were both hard and straining, he worked his way down my torso. At my stomach, he gently pushed aside my prick and licked the slick fluid off my skin. He kissed my balls, and sat back.

"Give me your hand, Walter." Bewildered, I held out my right hand. He took the tube of lubricant, and squirted some on my fingers, then spread it evenly.

"Turn over, and get on your hands and knees." I did, looking back at him curiously. He gripped his own hard dick and began to stroke slowly. "Now, honey, spread yourself, and get your sweet ass ready for me while I watch."

My breath caught for a minute. Then I reached back and gripped one buttock, pulling gently. With my right hand, I felt along the spread crease, searching. Then I felt the little puckered ring of muscle. "Be gentle with yourself, Walter." Ray said softly.

I sort of rubbed a little, and after a minute, I could feel that I wasn't quite as tense, so I pushed. It was a weird sensation. Different from when Ray did it. But kind of interesting. I thought maybe I'd remember that. I slid the first finger all the way in, and it didn't really hurt at all, so I went ahead and slid the second one in. That made it tight, and I groaned.

I heard an answering groan behind me. I peeked back. Ray's hand was still moving slowly, but I could see that he was really squeezing his dick with each stroke. "Move your hand, baby," he directed. "Fuck yourself for me. You look so damn hot."

I slid my fingers in and out slowly. It felt good, but it wasn't enough. I couldn't reach my own prostate this way. I started to speed up, then I was pushing back onto my own hand, trying to force my fingers deeper, wanting that magic jolt. I sighed. "I need you, Ray. Need you so bad."

"All right, darlin'." I felt him move up behind me, and I pulled out and spread my legs, bracing myself. I felt his hands on my hips, then his thumbs pressed into my crack and opened my. He must have put on the condom when my head was turned, because I felt the slick nudge of greased latex against my loosened opening.

Then he started to move into me with agonizing slowness. I swear, it took a slow count of ten for him to bury himself completely inside me. Halfway through I tried to push back onto him, but he held me tight. "No you don't, baby boy. I told you, slow and easy."

Finally he was flush against me, his thighs running along the inside of my own. And he just held me there. "Ray..."

"Sh. Hush, Walter. Let me just feel you all around me for a minute." I stayed quiet, and I just concentrated on how he felt inside me: so hot and solid and strong.

Then he pushed. I had thought he couldn't go any farther, but somehow he slid just a little deeper. "Yes," I breathed. He pulled back as slowly as he had entered me, withdrawing till only his cock head was caught inside, then began the return trip. Over and over, slowly emptying and refilling the moist needy hollow of my body.

"I'm going to take my hands off your hips now, Walter. Don't push back, okay?"

"I'll try."

"No, baby, don't try. Do."

"You're so mean to me." He chuckled. When he let go of my hips, I didn't push back, but it was an effort. His hands stroked along my sides, sliding around to skim over my nipples, then pinch. Then they moved down and finally encircled my throbbing prick. He began to stroke me in the same, lazy rhythm. As he thrust into me, his hands would slide squeezing down my cock. As he withdrew, they milked up to finish with a rub of the thumb over the glans.

I almost came. But Ray felt me starting to clench around him, and his hands stopped moving, squeezing tightly just above my balls, holding the orgasm inside me by pressure and sheer force of will. I was panting. "Oh god, Ray, let me come."

"Not yet." He kept pumping into me, but he wouldn't release his grip, and he wouldn't resume jerking me. I finally began to move away from the brink. He felt me loosen around him, and started his caresses again. He did that twice more. I was shaking all over, almost crying with pleasure and frustration, but I didn't complain.

"Ray, please..." I could scarcely speak.

"All right, baby boy." He didn't speed up at all. But suddenly there was extra force in each pump. And he shifted, so that he was entering me at a slightly different angle. His cock head slid over my prostate, and I cried out, grabbing at the sheets. "Yes, baby. Like that." Another strong push, and he hit the hot spot again. I wailed. "Oh, yes. Feels so good. Take it, sweet boy."

Then suddenly he was pounding into me, hard and fast, bumping the prostate with every lunge, and I felt like I'd been attached to a live wire. I couldn't breath. Since I couldn’t breathe, I didn't scream when I came. I just gasped, and exploded all over his hands.

I tried to stay up, but it was just too much. I collapsed, and Ray never missed a stroke. He braced himself on his hands to keep most of his weight off me, and finished up with a few rams. His hands were braced next to my head, and I could see the muscles in his forearms cording and trembling. I closed my eyes and smiled as I felt the subtle pulse inside me that meant he'd reached completion.

Ray pulled out carefully, and discarded the rubber, then dropped down beside me. I turned my head and looked at him. There was a serious look on his face. "Whatcha thinkin' about, Ray?"

"You. I was just wondering..."

"What?"

"I don't know." He sighed. "Kid, you're either going to kill me, or save me."

I rolled over and cuddled up against him. His arms went around me. "I'm a soldier, Ray. But I don't think I'm a killer."

"No, you're not." He stroked my face, staring into my eyes. "I don't want to hurt you again, Walter."

"I know."

"This... this isn't just sex. You know?"

"I know." I put my head down on his chest. "You don't have to talk about it, Ray. I understand."

"I want so much..."

"Sh." I didn’t look up, but I reached up and laid a finger on his lips. "Don't worry about that right now. You don't have to promise me anything. I'm happy."

He sighed again. We were both quiet for a long time. I thought he’d fallen asleep. Then he said softly, "I love you, Corporal Walter O’Reilly."

Eyes closed, I smiled. "I love you, too, Sergeant Raymond Shaw."

We slept. It was morning when we woke up, and the room was already starting to heat. We got dressed quietly. The only plane that would take me back left early, so we didn't have a lot of time to linger. We walked to the airport, not speaking, but absorbed in each other. The world swirled around us, but we wouldn't have noticed anything less than a truck running into us.

At the airfield, they were already boarding. "Well, I gotta go."

Ray took both of my hands in his. "I hate this, Walter. One of us is always going away."

"Yeah, it's pretty rotten."

"I want you to do something for me when you’re back at the 4077."

"Sure."

"I want you to think about coming back to Boston with me when this is all over."

I froze. "Boston? You mean... to stay?"

He nodded. "To live with me. I want to be with you, Walter."

"But...Ray, the farm... My mother..."

"I know it isn't an easy decision. Maybe... maybe I could come stay with you? I just thought it would be easier in Boston, with it being a big city. You don't have to decide right now, sugar. I want you to take your time and be sure about whatever you decide." "What about your mom?"

His face became grim. "My mother can go fuck herself."

"Ray, that isn't a nice thing to say about your mother."

"She's not a nice woman, Walter. You don't know her like I do. Just think about it, okay?"

"Okay." I looked at him shyly. "Ray, does that hugging thing apply when you're leaving besides when you're meeting?"

"It does for me." He pulled me into a quick, fierce embrace, then smacked me on the back, and let me go.

I backed toward the plane. "You take care of yourself, Ray."

"I will."

"I mean it. Keep your head low."

Someone was leaning out of the plane. "Move it or get left, corporal!"

I ran the rest of the way before I could turn around and go back to Ray.