Episode 17 | The Men In My Barracks 🪖 (Patreon)

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Episode 17: We’re Supposed To Be Keeping It Quiet

I wasn’t really focusing on training this morning. My mind kept drifting back to last night. To how Ryder had fucked me against the fence. It was my first time taking a cock inside me, and even though it had hurt at first, Ryder had been surprisingly gentle. He had gone slow, whispering the whole time, telling me how tight I was and how good I felt around him. The stretch had been intense, but the way he held me and checked in made it feel safe. I had come harder than I expected, and even now, hours later, I could still feel the ghost of him inside me.

Every time I glanced across the field and saw Ryder, I caught myself smiling before I could stop it. We had both agreed to keep things chill in front of everyone. Julian already knew what was going on between us, and neither of us wanted to risk anyone else noticing. So we kept the usual banter and jokes, but we were careful not to stand too close or look at each other for too long.

Still, I couldn’t stop thinking about how different it had felt with Ryder compared to how close I had come with Sergeant Ashford two nights ago. Ashford’s cock had felt thicker, heavier, more demanding when he had pressed it against my hole. It hadn’t been gentle or careful like Ryder. It felt like he was claiming something. I tried to push the thought away, but every time I looked up, I caught Ashford watching me. His eyes were steady, almost like he knew exactly what I was thinking. I quickly looked away and focused on the next drill.

After the morning session ended, I was wiping sweat from my face near the water station when Julian walked over. He looked nervous, shifting his weight from one foot to the other like he was not sure if he should even be talking to me.

“Hey, Callum,” he said quietly, keeping his voice low so the others would not hear. “Can I talk to you for a second? In private?”

I nodded and followed him a little ways away from the group, near the edge of the training area where no one was standing. Julian glanced around once to make sure we were alone before he spoke.

“Listen,” he started, rubbing the back of his neck. “About the other day after the woods exercise. When I saw you and Ryder behind the barracks. I, uh… I saw you two kissing.”

My stomach tightened, but I tried to keep my face calm. “Yeah. I figured you did.”

Julian looked down at the ground for a moment. “I am not trying to be weird about it or anything. It’s just… back home in Korea, in the small town I grew up in, I never really saw two guys together like that. It caught me off guard. I am not saying I have a problem with it. I just… I was not used to it.”

I nodded slowly. “I get it, Julian. It’s not exactly something we are supposed to be doing out in the open here either.”

He looked up at me again, his expression sincere. “I wanted to say I am sorry if I made things awkward these last few days. I’ve been acting weird around you guys. I was just worried, you know? About what would happen if other people found out. Or the sergeant. I don’t want either of you to get in trouble.”

The mention of the sergeant made my chest feel tight, but I forced a small smile. “Thanks, Julian. I appreciate that. And I am sorry you had to see that. We were trying to be careful.”

Julian gave a small, awkward laugh. “It’s fine really. I will not say anything to anyone. I just… I wanted you to know I am not judging you or anything. You are a good guy, Callum. Ryder too. Both of you are. I just hope you are being careful.”

I felt some of the tension leave my shoulders. “We are trying. And honestly, it means a lot that you are cool about it. I like having you as a friend here. I don’t want things to get weird between us.”

Julian smiled, looking a little more relaxed now. “Yeah. Same. I have a girlfriend back in Seattle. We’ve been together for 3 years. We’ve never really gone further than kissing, but I already know I want to marry her one day. So I get what it is like to care about someone.”

I reached out and gave him a quick, one-armed hug. “Thanks, man. Seriously.”

He patted my back and stepped away. “Just be careful, okay? This place can be rough if people find out things they are not supposed to know.”

“We will,” I said. “Thanks again.”

Julian nodded and headed back toward the others. I stood there for a moment, letting out a slow breath. At least one thing was not completely falling apart. Julian was not going to cause problems. That was one less thing to worry about.

The rest of the day moved slowly. In the evening, I headed to the weight room for strength and conditioning. The space was loud with the sound of weights clanking and guys talking shit while they worked out. I changed into a dry shirt and started warming up near the squat rack with Ryder. Alistair and a couple of his friends were on the other side of the room, being loud as usual. Ramirez was spotting someone on the bench press nearby.

I loaded the bar and got ready to start my squat set. Ryder stepped in behind me, positioning himself as my spotter. His hands hovered near the bar, ready in case I needed help. I took a deep breath, adjusted my stance, and was just about to start the first rep when I felt him standing too close behind me.

The front of his shorts brushed firmly against my ass. I could feel the outline of his cock, already half hard, pressing right between my cheeks through the thin fabric. My body reacted before my brain could catch up. A sharp rush of heat shot through me, and I had to bite the inside of my cheek to stay focused. I tried to act normal, lowering into the squat like nothing was happening, but the truth was I was turned on as hell. My cock twitched in my shorts, and I prayed no one else in the weight room was paying attention.

Ryder’s voice came low from behind me as I pushed back up.

“Damn, Rhodes. You are moving a lot better today. Must have had a good night’s sleep.”

I grunted through the next rep, trying to ignore the way his cock was still brushing against me every time I went down. “Focus on spotting, Callahan. Not on my form.”

He chuckled quietly. “Hard to focus when your ass is looking like that in those shorts. You were so fucking tight last night I thought I was going to lose my mind.”

I almost dropped the bar. I shot him a warning look over my shoulder, but he just grinned like he was enjoying this way too much. I finished my set, racked the bar, and stepped away to catch my breath. Ryder stayed close, pretending to adjust the plates while he kept talking under his breath.

“I keep thinking about how you sounded when I was all the way inside you,” he said, voice low enough that only I could hear. “The way you pushed back on my cock like you wanted more. Never thought my camp wife would be that greedy for it.”

“Ryder, shut the fuck up,” I muttered, glancing around the weight room. Alistair and his friends were on the other side doing deadlifts, and Ramirez was spotting someone on the bench. No one seemed to be paying attention to us, but I was still paranoid. “Someone is going to hear you.”

He shrugged, completely unbothered. “Let them hear. I am just complimenting my wife on how well she took her husband’s cock last night.”

I shook my head and moved to the leg press machine, trying to put some distance between us. Ryder followed anyway, acting as my spotter again even though I did not really need one. Every time I pushed the platform out, he found a way to stand too close, his hand brushing my thigh or his voice dropping into that low, teasing tone only I could hear.

“You were clenching so hard around me,” he said at one point while I was doing my sets. “I could feel every single squeeze. Made me want to stay inside you all night.”

By the time we moved on to lunges and deadlifts, I was half hard and trying my best to hide it. Ryder was relentless, dropping little comments whenever he got the chance. I kept telling him to knock it off, but he just laughed and kept going. It was equal parts annoying and incredibly hot.

We were in the middle of another set when Alistair finally had enough. He dropped his weights with a loud clang and turned toward us.

“Can you two girls shut the fuck up and let the rest of us work out in peace?” he snapped, loud enough for half the room to hear. “Some of us are actually trying to train instead of flirting like a pair of bitches.”

Ryder did not even hesitate. “Fuck off, Beckett. Go worry about your own weak ass instead of what we are doing over here.”

Alistair’s face twisted, but before he could say anything back, I grabbed Ryder by the arm and pulled him away from the squat rack.

“Enough,” I muttered under my breath. “You are going to get us both in shit.”

Ryder let me drag him toward the water fountain, still grinning like an idiot. “What? He started it.”

“Yeah, and you are making it worse,” I said, keeping my voice low. “We are supposed to be keeping a low profile, remember?”

He leaned in close as we walked, his voice dropping again. “Hard to keep a low profile when all I can think about is how tight your ass was around my cock last night. We’ve got to start loosening you up, baby. I want to be able to fuck you properly next time without you tapping out after ten minutes.”

I stopped walking and turned to face him, trying not to smile even though I wanted to. “You are impossible.”

He just shrugged, completely shameless. “I am honest. And I am fucking starving. Let’s go eat before I say something else that gets us both in trouble.”

We headed toward the mess hall together. On the way, Ryder kept his voice low but did not stop talking.

“I am serious though,” he said as we walked. “You felt insane last night. The way you were gripping me… I have never fucked anyone that tight before. We are going to have to work on that if you want me to go harder next time.”

I glanced around to make sure no one was close enough to hear us. “You are going to get us caught if you keep talking like that out in the open.”

He grinned and bumped his shoulder against mine. “Worth the risk. My camp wife is worth getting in trouble for.”

Dinner was loud and normal, the same way it always was. Ramirez was telling some ridiculous story about his last deployment, and a few of the other guys were laughing along. I sat next to Ryder like usual, trying to act normal even though my mind was still half stuck on what had happened behind the barracks. Julian was at another table, and when our eyes met he gave me a small, quick nod before looking away again. It was not cold, just careful. I appreciated that he was trying.After we finished eating, most of the platoon started heading back toward the bunks. Ryder walked beside me for a few steps before suddenly stopping and placing both hands dramatically on his stomach.

“I’m going to go take a dump,” he announced. “I ate way too much.”

I laughed. “I told you not to stuff your mouth with all that chicken and rice. You always do this.”

Ryder groaned and started walking away quickly, one hand still on his stomach. “Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up. I’ll see you back at the bunks.”

I shook my head, still smiling as I watched him disappear down the corridor. The smile stayed on my face for a few more seconds before it slowly faded. I started walking toward the barracks on my own, my mind already drifting back to last night. The way Ryder had held me against the fence. The way he had moved inside me. The way he had called me his wife while he came.

I was so lost in thought that I almost didn’t notice Sergeant Ashford standing outside his office door until I was right in front of him.

He was leaning against the frame, arms crossed over his chest, watching me with that same steady, unreadable expression he always had.

“Come inside,” he said.

I stopped walking. “But sergeant, I was just headed back to the bunks. I’m pretty tired after today—”

“Now, Rhodes.”

His tone left no room for argument. I swallowed and stepped into his office. Ashford followed behind me and closed the door. The sound of the lock clicking into place made my stomach twist.

He walked around to the other side of his desk and sat down. For a moment he just looked at me, saying nothing. Then he turned his laptop around so the screen was facing me.A video was already playing.

It was footage from the CCTV camera behind the barracks. Clear as day, it showed me and Ryder last night. Me pressed against the fence. Ryder behind me. His pants down. My pants around my ankles. The video showed everything. The way he had fingered me. The way he had fucked me. The way I had pushed back on his cock and moaned his name.

My blood ran cold.

Ashford watched my face for a moment, then spoke in that same low, controlled voice he always used.

“Told you to stay away from him, didn’t I?”

“Sergeant—”────────────────

Episode 18 | The Men In My Barracks