1.     Pinned

It started as a simple grappling session. Two men fighting in jest over the last ration pack, grunting and rolling around on the grimy floor of some nameless motel in Messina.

It turned into something more when he felt the erection of the man pinned beneath him pressing into his thigh.

He stared down at his friend; strange fire lighting in his own loins as his eyes beheld the squirming man between his thighs. Skin flushed from exertion, breathing rapid, the younger man was covered in a light sweat.

Blue eyes caught his and pink lips opened to speak, but closed before a single word could be issued. There was no need for words - it was obvious what the young man wanted and he found himself willing to give it.

It had been a long time since a man or woman had been in his bed. But how he needed it, needed what this man was seeking - the release from that one perfect moment when two bodies came to completion, when the troubles of his life were erased completely for a few precious minutes of mind-numbing bliss.

Leaning forward, his mouth latched onto the tender skin of the exposed throat, suckling it. A startled cry of pleasure reverberated through his body, sparking his own arousal. Hands pulled him closer until the two bodies were pressed together in that delicious dance.

Clothes were ripped, skin exposed as sweat soaked bodies worked towards one goal. Their coupling was frantic, driven by lust and need, and it ended quickly with hoarse cries echoing through the bare room.

It was their first time - it would not be their last.

But this one time - he had been in control.