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The helicopter barely touches down before Moonshine launches himself out of his seat and runs inside.
Ginger meets him at the door but he pushes past her, his feet already heading towards the med bay.
“How is he?” He asks, referring to his husband.
About an hour ago Moonshine received a call while he was out in the field on a mission. Champ had been unnervingly calm as he relayed the information that Whiskey had been recovered from the field after being incapacitated by some form of chemical weapon and was adamant that he needed Moonshine by his side.
Bill glances at Ginger sidelong as she struggles to keep up with his frantic pace, reading any number of worst-case scenarios into the hesitation she gives before answering.
“He’ll be fine. He just needs you. He keeps insisting. Even though his condition is time sensitive he said you had to be the one.”
Moonshine is really only half-listening. The one thing he knows is that his man needs him.
He bursts into the med bay, ignoring Ginger’s protest at his rough treatment of the doors.
He spots Jack laid out on a small gurney underneath a blanket. His face is red and shiny with sweat and he writhes in obvious discomfort.
“Jack!”
“Billy?”
“It’s okay I’m here baby.” Moonshine calls out as he drops to his knees next to the bed. His hands hover over Jack’s body unwilling to touch until he knows he won’t press on some hidden injury.
“What’s hurting, baby? Can I touch you?”
Jack groans before answering. “Oh God yes.”
Bill pauses, caught off guard by the answer. When his hand does land on Jack’s shoulder he’s shocked at the way it causes a moan and a full-body shudder.
It’s then that Jack’s eyes fly open and he sits up with a lurch. Bill notices that he is completely naked underneath his blanket. When he hears Ginger clear her throat and excuse herself he doesn’t dare break the wild eye contact Jack is holding with him.
"Jesus. What happened to you baby? Your pupils are like saucers."
"I'm so glad you're here," Jack says with a weak smile.
"What's going on, honey?"
"I was on a mission and I got sprayed, some type of powder that absorbed right into my skin. It made me so horny."
"An aphrodisiac?"
"Mhm, strong one too. Five times as potent as the one Statesman uses."
Billy lets out a low whistle. He and Whiskey had once fucked around and each dipped a finger in a little of the Statesman's fuck dust that they snuck home from a mission for shits and giggles. It had resulted in a weekend-long marathon followed by 16 hours of unconsciousness and rounded off with a deep clean of all the upholstery.
Now Jack is saying he got a whole face full of stuff that's five times as strong. It's likely if he doesn't come and come soon that his heart might give out in his chest.
"They said I had to fuck or get fucked but I didn't want it to be somebody else. I waited for you."
Moonshine reels him in for a biting kiss. “You damn fool!” He kisses him once more, drinking in the way that Jack whines. “I know, I know. Let's get you right, baby.”
First things first Bill gathers Jack forward into a hug. He needs to just feel him for a second and take in the head-spinning relief that Jack is gonna be okay and this is a problem he can fix. He smiles at the thought that this is a problem he is uniquely qualified to solve and can’t help but feel a surge of pride and possessiveness.
He shushes Jack when he squirms again and pulls back to meet his eye.
"You had to feel like you were ready to burst huh? And yet you still waited for me."
"Always."
“I’m gonna make it so good for you,” Bill promises
“I know, nobody gives it to me like you do.” Jack agrees, nodding his head fervently, “So come on and give it to me, as long and as hard as you can stand it.”
Bill grabs the blanket over Whiskey’s lap and throws it to the floor.
His dick is straining up proud and purple at the head and Billy coos over the sight of it.
“We’ve got an angry one on our hands. Alright, Just a quick handy to loosen you up then onto the fun stuff.”
Jack is not always a leaker as a rule but there is more than enough precum at this point for Moonshine to stroke him firm and fast and bring him over the edge in under a minute.
Jack’s legs kick and he rocks back and forth as he comes. He groans loud and long and the sound has Moonshine to full mast in an instant.
“So good. Oh, that feels so good. Don’t stop, I need more,” Jack pleads.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Bill assures him. Jack's dick isn’t quite as purple looking but it’s still bright red and just as hard as when they started.
“If you can control yourself I’ll use my mouth next.”
“Finger me. Play with my ass, please. I need you to fuck it out of me.”
“You know I can multitask, darling," Billy says with a wink. He collects some of the mess splattered over Jack's belly enjoying the give and softness over the bunched-up muscles there.
He then presses the slick fingers into Jack's hole while he leans forward to swallow his dick.
Jack tries to get a sentence started, skipping like a broken record and then spinning off the rails into swearing and moaning. He opens up beautifully, fluttering around Billy's fingers and kicking his legs over the edge of the medical table as he arches up into his Husband's mouth.
He comes like that a second time, his legs shaking from where Bill pulled them up over his shoulders and soft stomach tensing under the free hand that holds him still.
Bill keeps sucking and bobbing until the overstimulation edges over into pain and Jack pushes him away with a gasp and a wince.
"I'm still hard," Jack says with something between a disbelieving laugh and a sob.
"I don't have to touch your cock. Could fuck you now if you still want." Bill offers.
Jack nods and Billy bends down to catch his eye.
"Need better than that baby."
"Yes." Jack says without hesitation, but then, “It’s just…"
"Just what?"
"I want to get fucked but I'm so tired. I'm still so horny but I just wanna lay back and take it." A shade of reluctance crosses Jack's face. "Is that okay?" He asks.
Billy shakes his head fondly at the fact that even under these extenuating circumstances Jack is still thinking about making it good for him. Well, he needn’t worry his sweet little head about that.
"Of course it is." Billy grabs Jack at the back of his neck, cradling his head and bringing him forward for a kiss. "I'm gonna give you whatever you need, you deserve it being so good for me even like this."
Jack sighs in momentary contentment and lays back on the gurney. It's up to Billy to grab him by the waist, pull him to where he wants him, and get them lined up.
Billy’s heart gives a lurch in his chest at how much faith Jack has in him, trusting him with his body and his very mortality like this. It bolsters the arousal he feels at hearing Jack’s fervent almost tortured noises of pleasure. As pretty as he sounds, this is not the time to savor it. He files away each one for later and focuses on giving Jack everything he needs.
He finds some medical lube on the table next to the gurney. He unzips his pants and pulls them down just enough to free his cock and slick himself up. He presses home inside of him and nearly loses it right then and there from the shock of how tight and twitchy Whiskey is, coming again untouched from just that first push.
“Oooooooh yes.” Jack moans.
Billy grits his teeth, holds his dick at the base, and tries not to move through it.“Well that’s three down, Darling. Shit,” he hisses looking down at Jack’s still very hard dick between them.
When he’s finally able to move again he starts thrusting slow and deep, focuses on making Jack feel good, and tries to ignore how much it affects him in turn. Everything is so tangled, his emotions and his body both screaming at him to let go and pump a load in his husband but only his treacherous mind to remind himself that that’s not what he’s doing here and if he goes soft he won’t be able to get it back up in time.
It’s not the toughest mission Moonshine has ever faced but he struggles to recall any harder at this particular moment.
Jack is still laying back and moaning like a whore, his flushed chest giving fitful heaves and his soft tummy shaking. When he can form words he pleads with and praises Bill in the same breath, egging him on. Bill wants to tell him that he needs to focus but he doesn’t want him to stop. He bears the weight of Jack’s praise and enthusiastic enjoyment against the dam holding back the tide and changes up his rhythm.
He doesn’t know how long he lasts but he feels hyper-aware of the tightened knot he’s holding in his core. Jack isn’t touching him back but the sight and sound of him and the feeling of him hot and tight around his dick have everything from the sweat dripping down his back to the very air in the room keying him up further and further.
The damn breaks in one fell swoop when Jack suddenly seizes into a fourth and very turbulent orgasm. Billy can’t help it really, the feeling of relief, on top of just the feeling of Jack coming around him does him in. He thrusts and thrusts and keeps going long past oversensitivity as his recompense, making sure he can milk as much as possible out of Jack.
It’s no use.
He goes soft and slips out. He slumps forward resting his head on Whiskey's hip for a moment to catch his breath. He presses a kiss next to his erection in apology.
"Shit. I'm sorry baby I don't think I have another round in me anytime soon."
Jack shakily reaches forward to run a hand through Billy's hair.
"S’ okay."
Bill rallies and pushes himself up to standing. Jack starts to sit up too but Bill reaches forward and places a hand in the center of his chest.
"Lay back down. I ain't done yet." Bill says and once Jack obeys he goes about the business of stripping out of the rest of his clothes.
"How's your dick feeling?"
Jack makes an urgent sound in the back of his throat.
"What I mean is, Can I ride you?"
"Yes! Please, yes!"
"Okay, Baby, Okay I've got you."
He reaches for the medical lube from where he set it aside.
His muscles still feel all relaxed from his recent orgasm so it doesn’t take long at all for him to prep himself.
“Turn around!” Jack urges, “I wanna watch.”
Bill turns and bends over bracing himself on the counter with one hand and making a show of arching and moaning around two fingers of the other.
“Oh, God,” Jack exclaims
“Nope,” Bill replies looking over his shoulder with a wink. “Just me, but if I do my job right you’ll be talking with him shortly.”
Jack can’t help but let a laugh escape.
“Thought you were supposed to be keeping that from happening.” He manages to wheeze.
Billy removes his fingers and steps over to reel him in for a brief kiss.
“Then allow me to be your savior.”
Climbing up onto the gurney to straddle Jack is a graceless process but one that brings them no small amount of joy. Now that the urgency of the situation has waned a little it almost feels familiar, just the two of them drunk off of each other and a little giddy with it.
Bill plants his knees firmly caging Jack in, mostly as a precaution to keep from slipping off the narrow gurney. He puts his hands on Whiskey’s chest and uses his arms to keep his motion going when his thighs grow tight with exertion and his knees start to ache.
Billy tries to think of it as a workout. Once he gets into a good rhythm he loses himself to it, enjoying the feelings and taking it as a challenge. He’s always said that he could ride Jack all day and all night and this situation is going to be the one to test him.
Jack is so weak he can do little else but offer verbal encouragement which he does until he’s even redder in the face and can’t offer anything but breathless moans.
It takes another three orgasms, the last one a dry and shuddering affair, for Whiskey’s erection to finally go down.
Both men are thoroughly a mess and exhausted. Billy just lays down right on top of Jack, uncaring of the mess in between them or leaking around Jack’s soft cock still nestled inside of him.
Jack’s eyes are already closed, unconsciousness ready to take him. Bill follows his lead and drops a kiss to the nearest patch of skin to his mouth then settles in for a rest. Neither of them will be steady enough on their feet for a shower for a good long while.
They lay still for a few minutes before Bill notices the lights in the med bay dim and he grins into Jack’s chest.
“Thank you, Ginger. Sorry about the show…and the mess.”
Her voice cuts over the intercom a second later.
“I turned the cameras off before you arrived. I just set a program to alert me when you were finished.”
Bill snorts a laugh. “Much obliged,”
“Rest up, gentleman. I’ll have someone come hose you off in a few hours and if you’re moving before then there’s some Gatorade in the fridge.”
“You are a saint,” Bill mumbles and then follows his husband’s lead and passes out.
Mission accomplished.