My apologies to anyone from the land down under for any mistakes I've made with language.

This is for Angela, who requested a PWP to tide her over on her vacation, and to LadyJ.

Soma is a muscle relaxant (for those of you who don't know) and claymores are directional fragmentation mines.

These characters and situations are the sole property and responsibility of the author. This fiction bears my copyright of February 28, 2001.

Better than Soma

Avery Priest rolled restlessly on the double bed, twisting around like a hooked fish. After making several more agitated revolutions in an effort to find a comfortable position, he gave up with a frustrated sigh and lay still.

Quiet moments ticked by as he listened anxiously to the steady breathing coming from the next bed. Finally, he turned his head, whispering, "Jackie?"

"No," came the gruff reply.

"No?!" the Aussie huffed indignantly as he rose onto his elbow and looked at the big man stretched out comfortably across the other double bed. "You don't even know what I was gonna ask."

Hoss cracked one eye open and glared at his annoying roommate. "Any time you use that particular nickname, yeah, I do."

Stealth blinked at him, his mouth opening and closing several times in an attempt to make a clever rejoinder before finally giving up and throwing himself petulantly back down on the mattress. "Nobody likes a smart-ass op," he snapped as he pounded the pillow into submission.

Josh Stillman closed his eye again. "No more than they like a horny toad."

"Well, if you'd lend a hand. . ." Priest let his voice trail off, suggestively.

The large op snorted derisively. "You still owe me from the last time. . . and the time before that. . .and the time before that."

Stealth huffed again. "What?! You're keepin' score?"

"No. But, if I were, I'd remember you've run up a very impressive tab with your big-hearted 'buddy'. And I'd remember that as soon as you finish, you roll over and fall asleep--"

"Not fair. . ." Priest sputtered.

"--but, obviously, I don't," the big man continued as if there had been no interruption, "because I fall for it repeatedly."

"I mean it this time, Jackie," the Aussie promised solemnly.

But his fellow agent wasn't swayed. "Same promise as before, same results." He shook his head. "I gotta wise up sometimes, Av."

"Dammit, Hoss. Are you trying to say I take advantage of you?"

The eye opened again. "Trying?"

"I'm tense!" Stealth sat up. "Can I help if sex relaxes me?"

Hoss snorted again. "Take a Soma," he said and turned his back to his roommate.

"Dammit, Hoss. Not before a mission. Come on!"

Stillman calmly answered, "No."

The Aussie again assaulted the pillow in helpless frustration.

"Go to sleep, Avery," Hoss grumbled.

"How am I supposed to when you won't help!" he said, just short of a whine.

"Do yourself, Stealth. Last time I looked, your hands worked fine."

"It's not the same if you wank yourself," he informed his roommate a little petulantly.

Stillman snorted in exasperation. "Yeah. That way, you actually have to do some work."

"Come on, Josh. It's not like we've never bf'd before."

Hoss glanced back over his shoulder. "Excuse me?"

"And, it's not like I haven't tried to get you off sometimes! Dammit, man, you just take too bloody long to crack."

The larger man made another rude noise as he once again turned his back and lay back down.

"Come on, mate! You know it's true. I've seen rusty claymores discharge faster."

"Good," he told him. "I'll keep my 'claymore' to myself, then. Spank your own monkey."

The smaller agent huffed again. "I thought you were my friend."

"Nope." There was a long pause as he listened to his roommate turn the air blue. "Why don't you call Viper?"

"Are you daft, man?" Stealth exclaimed in horror.

Hoss turned back over to look at him again. "He's the leader. The welfare of his team is his primary concern--"

"You are daft. Loony as a dingo! I'm not gonna ask Viper to. . ." his voice trailed off as the image rose in his mind's eye.

Hoss laughed at the look of consternation on the agent's face. "Why? You don't think he's good enough?"

"That part isn't an issue. Besides, there's the little matter of a blind-mad CD. . ."

The big man thought for a moment. "Well, what about our pilot? He's not attached to anyone. And, he and Viper are sharing the room right next door," he said casually. "You could just. . .knock on the wall." Hoss didn't think the Aussie's eyes could get any bigger.

"Now I know your brain's gone walkabout."

"What? Like it's never crossed your mind."

Priest's mouth opened and closed helplessly several times again. "What? Me? And Aces?!" he sputtered.

"You got something against him?"

"NO!" he denied quickly. "Anyway, what makes you think he'd do it?"

Hoss shrugged. "What makes you think he won't?"

"Maybe because he's totally straight?"

The big man laughed. "Bull. Maybe it's because you're totally scared?"

"Oh, shut up!" he snarled as he snatched up the thick novel Hoss had been reading and hurled it at his roommate's head. "I'm sorry I asked you!"

The big man blocked the missive with his arm and it ricocheted hard off the wall, landing with a thud on the floor.

Minutes later the door that connected their room to the room of the other two members of the team swung open, causing both men to jump. "Some of us are trying to sleep, you know!" growled the shadow looming in the lighted doorway.

"It's Avery's fault," Hoss told his angry teammate.

"How is it my fault?" Stealth hissed at the agent.

"HEY!" Aces barked to get their attention. "Do I look like I care?" He waited a moment. "You two can it! We have a mission in ten hours. Viper said get some rest and I, for one, can't do that with a world war going on in the next room."

"That's what I'm trying to do, but somebody's--" Hoss began.

And Avery finished with, "Can't sleep!"

Eriq Massey looked from one man to the other. "I thought you were tired."

"I am."

"What he really is, is horny," Hoss blurted.

"Dammit!" Stealth hissed and threw his pillow at the big man.

It caught the bigger agent square in the face, but when Joshua pulled it off, he was smiling. "He's mad because I won't give him. . .a hand," he finished with a laugh.

"I swear I'm gonna kill you!" Avery screamed as he launched himself at the man.

Hoss caught him easily, pinning the smaller man's struggling body effortlessly to the bed. "And he's afraid to ask you to help him."

"You're gonna die!" the Aussie bellowed as he kicked out ineffectually. "In a vile and horrible way. Do you hear me?"

Aces had come into the room, shutting the door behind him. "And you won't you help him, why?"

"I am in the room!" Avery screamed around the colossal weight pressing down on him. "Right here in the bloody room!"

Joshua told his teammate with a smile, "Cause he's selfish."

The Aussie twisted against his grip. "Am not!"

Hoss looked down into Priest's angry face. "You get him off and, without a thought to your gratification, he goes right to sleep."

"Damn you!" Avery bucked hard against the hold restraining him, a blush creeping up his face. "Why don't you just take out an ad on the telly?"

Aces laughed as he sat on the bed next to them. "That would be a good reason not to, yeah." He ran a gentling hand down the struggling man's bare thigh. "A little 'wired' are we, Av?"

Hoss laughed as the Aussie's flesh quivered under the featherlight touch, and his body went still. "He gets this way when he's horny."

Eriq laughed too, his fingers teasing at the hem of the sleeping shorts Stealth wore. "How do you put up with it?"

Hoss shrugged casually, then said with a lopsided smile, "Used to it, I guess."

Massey withdrew his hand.

Avery snorted before resuming his fight to free himself. "Bloody Ockers! Wait until I get loose."

Massey smiled as Hoss pressed the frantically struggling man effortlessly into the mattress, holding him still. "Guess we should take care of him, or none of us'll get any sleep."

Hoss looked his teammate in the eye. "We?"

"He's your mate."

"Teammate. Roommate. That's all. Anything else, and I'm done with the selfish bastard."

Massey laughed. "I don't believe that. I've seen you two together."

"Wait a--" Stealth's outrage was cut short when Eriq took hold of the waistband of his boxers and began to pull.

"It's not what you think, Riq," Hoss denied vehemently.

"Oh?" he said, as he slid the article of clothing off the Aussie's hips.

"Naw. We're just friends."

Aces agreed dubiously as he flung them away, "Uh huh."

Hoss pulled the smaller man up, resting Avery's back against his chest. "Honest, Riq."

"Get yer hands off!" the Aussie protested, but his struggles now markedly weaker, negated by his rapidly filling dick.

Aces smiled wickedly as he curled his fist around the swelling organ. "Looks like m'mate's cracked a fat," he said in a passable Aussie accent. "Whatcha say?" he asked as he pulled long and strong.

"Shit!" Avery groaned as his back arched into a bow.

"He's got a right sweet donger for a white boy," Massey said laughingly as he reached around and gave Avery's right buttcheek a squeeze with his left hand. "Needs a little more ass tho'." He laughed as the Aussie's hips pushed down against his palm. "But I can have that right in no time," Aces told him, his voice settling in a low, seductive tone while his right hand continued play with the Aussie's flesh.

Stealth relaxed bonelessly against the warm wall of Hoss' chest, his eyes closed tight, his jaw tense, as each pull from the fist clenched tightly around him sent wave upon wave of ecstasy surging through his body.

"Josh says you're selfish about pleasure," Eriq whispered as his hands continued to glide gently over his captive's throbbing cock.

Priest clawed desperately at the bedding beneath him as he clenched the muscle at the base of his erection and resisted the need to scream.

Aces chuckled as he watched the sweat breaking out in fat beads across his hostage's skin. "Obviously, no male lover made you work before." He looked up into Hoss' eyes and smiled knowingly when the larger man averted his gaze.

Priest groaned, his body howling for release. In desperation, he reached out and grabbed Aces by the shoulders, bending his knees, drawing his legs under his body until he knelt. He squirmed back against the big man, settling into the well of his lap. Releasing his prize, Aces leaned forward and around the slender Aussie and put his hands on Hoss' broad hips. With a twinkle in his eye, he flexed his arms and pulled them all tightly together. "Change your mind?" he whispered into the big man's startled face.

Joshua smiled and shook his head, as he slowly began to ease from under his roommate.

Eriq shrugged as he began to gently push the Aussie onto his back. "Sleepy yet, homes?" he asked just before bending down and lightly brushing his lips against Avery's.

The Aussie quickly shook his head and Eriq deepened the kiss as he pushed Avery's shoulders firmly into the cushion. Stealth responded eagerly, opening his lips to the black man's exploring tongue.

Hoss crouched to the side watching them. Noting the ease with which their handsome teammate played the Aussie. Despite his earlier denials, he and Avery had taken pleasure in each other in the past. Although they had never what you would call 'lovers', they had done all right. But Stillman had to admit, he had never wrung such indisputable. . . ecstasy from the man.

As Eriq kissed Priest senseless, he covertly watched emotions play across the big man's face. Envy. Awe. A little lust. Some anger.

Poor Hoss. It was obvious he had no idea what it was he wanted.

Too damn bad.

"Bloody hell, oh!" Priest hissed as Massey paused with trailing kisses down his neck and across his chest to nip hard at the small, brown nipple there. The bite shocked it into a firm bead, and the pilot moved on to attack the other one.

Avery gasped as Massey's tongue skimmed across his flat belly, tickling at the fine sprinkling of hairs there.

"Eriq," he whimpered, as the rough surface of the organ rasped against hard muscles, then skimmed over the pool of liquid filling the deep well of his navel. "Bugger!" the Aussie breathed as Massey's lips trailed up the underside of his straining shaft and the heat from that mouth blazed fire to the very core of his being. "I'm gonna cum!" he cried, lifting his hips completely from the surface of the bed.

Massey sat back, again gripping the rock hard penis in an iron grasp, this time squeezing it at the base. "Not bloody likely," he said with a menacing growl.

"Eriq!" Stealth moaned. As his hips dropped back to the cushion, he forced the muscles in his back and thighs to relax.

"Good," Eriq said. "I'm nowhere near done with you." The black man smiled, then leaned down and gently kissed him.

He held the kiss until Avery began to writhe on the soft mattress.

Suddenly, Aces released his mouth as he sat up again, leaning back to smile at the glassy-eyed expression on Priest's face, self-satisfied that he'd been the one to put it there. "My turn," he told him as he swung his body around until he crouched above Stealth's face, six to nine. Stealth stared up at the mammoth slab of prime beef quivering just inches from his nose. Every joke ever made about men-of-color and their 'endowments' flashed at mach speed through his head.

Then the bigger man leaned forward, supporting himself on outstretched hands, and lifted his knees off the bed. Solid as a board, his body poised above Avery's, Eriq slowly lowered his body until the head of his cock grazed the Aussie's lips.

"Jesus, Mary and Joseph," Stealth murmured, pressing his lips tight.

"You don't have to pray," the larger man growled. "Just open," he demanded sternly.

Avery thought about it as he felt the heat from the wide mushroomed head against his lips. Could feel its heat against his face. Fuck! he thought. I'll choke to death on it! It was daunting, but his lust egged him on. Putting his hands on the black man's hips, he tilted his head. As Massey angled his pelvis down, the Aussie took a final deep breath and opened his mouth.

Aces bared his teeth and growled as he pressed forward, the motion steadily easing his thick shaft into the hungry mouth. Halfway through, the Aussie choked and gagged.

Massey froze. "How're you doin', dog?" he asked softly, the muscles in his arms clearly defined with the strain.

Avery shook his head, his eyes tearing.

"You can't give up now. You're almost there." He shifted his hips slightly. "Swallow," he ordered harshly.

Aces again began his push forward, this time using a tighter, controlled thrust, never rushing, but not pausing until the crown of his gland reached the back of Avery's throat.

"See? I told you," the black man said with pride.

Avery nodded, blinking away tears, and took a deep breath, letting the slippery penis ease in deeper. In a few seconds, his nose nestled against Aces' heavy balls.

The handsome pilot pulled back from his teammate's mouth as slowly as he had penetrated. Pausing a moment before starting all over.

Avery began to adjust to the rhythm set for him by his friend's thrust. His tongue exploring the rigid cock, his senses overwhelmed with the flavor of Aces' essence, concentrating on taking it all, not choking, and, more important, being able to breathe.

Suddenly, Massey stopped. Dropping to one knee on the mattress, his penis still deeply embedded in the hot cavern of the Aussie's mouth, he turned, leaned back, and kissed Hoss' cheek. "Your turn," he murmured to the startled agent.

Hoss blinked a moment before shaking his head. "You're doing fine."

Aces eased himself from Avery's mouth, the granite-like phallus sliding free with a wet 'pop'. "You said he owed you. Time for him to wipe the slate clean." He swung his leg up and over the man on the bed, the movement causing his erection to bounce and snap against smooth, washboard, chocolate abs. "Get behind him," he instructed as he stood.

Slowly, after only a moment of hesitation, Hoss did as he was bid. "You don't have to do this, man," he told his friend.

"Yeah, I do," Aces answered as he watched the big man settle his back against the head board. "Comfy?" he asked Hoss with a smile as he gripped the slender Aussie by the ankles and flipped him like a coin.

Avery let out a startled yelp, cut short when he landed face first in Josh Stillman's groin.

Hooking his arms around Avery's thighs, Aces pulled until his teammate knelt, his butt aimed at the pilot's face.

"What're you waiting for, homes?" he asked Stillman. "Whip it out."

Slowly, staring into the Aussie's face, the big man fumbled with the waistband of his sweats.

For a man so large, Josh's equipment more resembled a staff than a pole. Avery had always complained about its lack of 'girth', but now, after dealing with the ramrod of the pilot, the Aussie was ready to eat his words. So to speak.

Suddenly, he was roused from his musing by a hard, stinging swat to his naked derriere.

"Get busy!" Aces ordered.

And the agent immediately opened his mouth and drew the turgid staff in.

The moment the heat of his roommate's mouth closed in around him, Hoss moaned, spreading his legs wide apart for balance. Oh, yeah, this was good!

Aces swatted Stealth's bottom again, causing him to squeal around the penis gagging him. "You'd better suck like a Hoover, my man."

Avery glanced up into Josh's face before redoubling his efforts.

Behind him, Massey reached over and opened a drawer in the nightstand. He withdrew a shaving kit from inside. Unzipping it, the pilot pulled out a small silver tube of Estate issue lubricant. Uncapping it, he squeezed out a generous amount his longest finger and pressed it against the opening of Avery's ass.

The unanticipated sensation of the cool gel against his heated flesh caught the Aussie off guard. He screamed, releasing Hoss' cock, and pitched forward, burying his face in the hard muscles of the big man's stomach.

Massey calmly reached out with his free hand, pulled the agent back to his position on his knees and swatted the upturned ass three times in rapid succession. "Who told you to move?" he asked, then swatted him again. "And, what are you supposed to be doing?"

Avery hesitated only a second before he reached out and grasped the hard dick in his hand, quickly stuffing it back into his mouth.

"Good," Aces told him as he began working the Estate issued lubricant deeper into the puckered opening with determined strokes.

Soon the finger was moving in and out easily. At the same time, Avery's moans became lower in tone and pitch until he almost sounded as if he was in pain. All the while, Hoss' cock sliding down his throat in a long, smooth glide.

Aces removed his finger to add more gel, quickly returning to the task at hand, easing in another finger.

The Aussie moaned again. Louder this time. Massey smiled and added a scissor motion to his manipulations. He kept it up until he felt the muscle of Avery's sphincter begin to relax, and his hips began to rock and sway to the rhythm.

Slowly, the pilot withdrew his fingers and moved up closer behind. He pressed his hips forward just enough to push the flared head of his cock against the loosened opening of Avery's ass.

"Shit!" Avery gasped as he released Hoss' cock from his mouth. "Bugger that!"

Aces smiled. "Oh, I intend to," he said softly as he continued to press forward, very slowly.

Avery panted, resting his forehead against the rigid muscles of Josh's chest, his sphincter clenching and unclenching on the shaft filling him. After a few moments, he had to ask, "Dammit, Eriq! That's the end, isn't it?"

Aces tightened his grip around Avery's torso. "Hardly," he smirked as he continued his sluggish invasion. His cock probed deeper, gliding effortlessly through the lubricating gel.

The Aussie hissed, jumping slightly. "Wait," he panted. "Give a man a minute."

"Don't have one," Massey told him as he shifted his angle of entry until he grazed over a small mound of firm flesh inside Priest's tight channel.

"OHHH!" Avery cried, his cock jerking against his stomach, oozing clear fluid across his flesh. He looked back at Aces in lust-clouded amazement.

"Bull's-eye!" the pilot said with a wicked smile. And he did it again.

"Oh, shit!" Avery cried, losing his balance, nearly pitching himself face first into the bed.

Eriq quickly righted his teammate. Holding him tightly by the hips, he began to move. After a few strokes, they established a smooth rhythm, flesh slapping on flesh in crisp, staccato tones.

Hoss found himself watching them as they moved together. The look of intense pleasure and concentration on both their faces was a sight to behold. Avery was thoroughly enjoying himself at the moment, although Stillman had no doubts in his mind the Aussie would find sitting comfortably an impossibility for the next couple of days.

Stillman looked up into the sweat-stained face of their pilot. He was a good looking man. Well-made. Savagely handsome. Powerful. Dangerous. And sexy as hell. He didn't blame Stealth for his daydreams.

Then, as if hearing his thoughts, Massey opened his eyes and smiled at Hoss, giving him a roguish wink as he pressed into the inviting ass, deep.

Avery hissed and howled. His body arching backwards, the veins in his neck distending. "Bloody hell, Massey!"

Aces drew back until only the crown of his cock remained within the hot, quivering insides of the agent, then rammed home again. This time grabbing Avery by the hair and pushing his open mouth over Hoss' erection. "You make too much noise."

The agent gagged once, then closed his mouth over the hard shaft and sucked hard while tightening the muscles of his bowels.

Both men gasped in surprise at the enthusiasm of the stimulation on their penises, and the Aussie smirked with pride at the accomplishment. 'Take that!' he thought.

Then without warning, Hoss gripped his face with tight, desperate hands and began frantic thrusts. At the same time, Aces' fingers dug into the flesh of his hips as the pilot began pounding his ass in earnest.

Avery's smirk disappeared as his senses went into overload and the two men who had him sandwiched between them began a breakneck race towards their completion, taking him along for the ride.

Suddenly, Hoss groaned and the press of his hands at either side of Avery's face became painfully tight for a moment before he stiffened and Avery felt the hot rush of semen hit the back of his throat.

He licked at the underside of the slowly softening cock, and swallowed as the big man slowly withdrew with a sigh of relief.

Avery had a moment to smile at his friend as Hoss sank into a boneless pile on the bed before squealing as Aces pulled him back with a hard jerk on his hips, lifting him clear and depositing him on the empty bed a few feet away.
The landing pushed the rock-hard cock in deeper. Avery moaned, lowering his head to the mattress beneath him. That raised his ass up higher and pushed him back flush with the pilot's groin, the impact rocking the pilot back off balance. Massey gripped the slender hips for balance, sliding his hands around the Aussie's groin. Avery hissed as strong hands closed around his own straining member and began to pump. Sizzling, hard, strong, feverish, full, high---

"Oh! Bloody fuckin' hell!" Avery moaned as his balls seemed to boil. "Riq!" he cried as he pushed into a pull of Massey's hands and ejaculated a load of hot cream onto the sheets.

Behind him, the pilot found himself caught in a molten lava hot vice that threatened to draw the very life from him.

With a snap of his hips, Aces angled two short jabs that skidded off Avery's skidded off Priest's prostate, causing the Aussie to shudder with a whispered, "Whoa." Tightening inner muscles even more so that by the third jab, the pilot came undone. Shot down in orgasmic flames, the Aussie, howling in a tail spin, a second afterwards.

When Priest's consciousness returned, he felt as if he'd been buried alive, a flaming poker embedded deep inside his gut.

He stirred.

"Back with us?"

Avery glanced over his shoulder. "If I could breathe."

Massey gave a short bark of laughter and withdrew. Both the heavy weight and the flaming poker retreated with him. Suddenly, Stealth felt cold and very empty.

Aces looked down at the heavy-lidded eyes. "Think you can sleep now?" he asked with a smile.

Stealth watched him a moment, not trusting his voice. He slowly nodded yes.

"Good," was all the black man said as he turned and walked through the adjourning door without a backwards glance.

Avery watched the closed door a moment before settling down. He flinched when his bottom touched the mattress and shifted gingerly to get comfortable.

The last coherent thought the Aussie had before sleep claimed him was, if they could bottle what had just happened, they'd be rich men.

It was better than Soma.

And a lot more fun.

He smiled.

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