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[thewordofweb]

Joe nods and then, on impulse, leans in and grazes his mouth against Web's.

"Beer. Whisky. Done." He grins and turns away. "I'll see you at home?"

I stand there and wait. "I'm escorting you back," I tell Joe with no lightness in my voice, even if being caught off-guard by a pleasant kiss is one thing that will go a very long way. My lips bear a warmth not my own and I instantly yearn for something a little more, but I don't say a word. "Go. Hurry. I don't want to be fucking around this place all night."

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Fucking around. Yeah, Joe makes pretty short work of it, gathering a bottle of whiskey and a six-pack slung under one arm.

"Come on then," he says. "Let's get the spanking over with."

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I follow at his side, my earlier happy mood gone in the place of something dour and I can't even wait until we get home to stop and pin him to the nearest tree, a flare of nostrils as I bear down on him. I'm confused. I'm angry. And I don't understand it because this has never been like this before. "Joe, what the fuck are you doing to me," I demand, words uneven and shaky as I grip his hips with strong hands.

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"Nothing," says Joe, confused, eyes wide behind the mask as his back hits the tree. He nearly drops everything he's holding.

"What the fuck, Webster?"

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I don't know and I'm slightly worried, scared, unsure of what I'm doing and I look at Joe past my own mask, fraught with anxiety and jealousy. "You just kept looking at everyone else and I thought you were going to go off with them and I wanted to stop that from happening. Jesus," I exhale. "You make me possessive as all hell."

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Joe wishes he could reach up in the space between them and rip the mask off, but he hasn't got a hand free. He bites his lip for a second.

"How hard I gotta let you fuck me to convince you I don't want anyone else?"

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"I don't want to hurt you to prove a point," I say quietly, Skinny's words coming back to me and I loosen my grip on him just slightly, taking a step back. Though I've just gone and said that, the flare of possession is still there and I want him. "Come on, let's not ruin your birthday because I want to keep you away from everything prettier than me."

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"You could hurt me a little."

After a moment, Joe holds out the bottle of whiskey to Web, head tilted on one side.

"Take that. I need a free hand."

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I don't want to hurt him, I think. Except that some part of my brain parrots that it wouldn't be much, it wouldn't be much at all, just enough so that Joe understood who he belonged to now that it was just us. But I don't say that aloud and I take hold of the whiskey, confused as to what's going on. "If I hurt you, Skinny will kill me."

[soldier-singled.livejournal.com]

With one free hand, Joe can tug the mask off and shove it in his pocket. With one hand free, Joe can reach out and thread his fingers with Web's. They're alone, but its something.

"Who's gonna tell him? You?"

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I shake my head at that, my fingers tightening their grip on his and I catch his eye, prying my mask off with the whiskey-burdened hand, leaning in and tipping my head to one side to start giving Joe a very distinctive, very loud hickey on the side of his neck.

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Joe groans softly, head falling back against the tree as Web sucks on his neck hard enough that he's surely has to be leaving a mark.

"And you wanna know what I do to you?"

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There's no time for talking now that Joe's set me off like this with permission and a need for more and I nearly drop the whole bottle of whiskey in my attempts to get him undone, clasping his hip with my free hand, biting down on a fold of skin at Joe's neck (the opposite of the scarred side).

"You don't get to be anyone else's," I mutter heavily.

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"Here?" says Joe, breathlessly, but he ain't fighting too hard against him. He groans softly when Web bites down on his neck.

"You're arguing with yourself," he points out, almost goading Web at this point, unable to avoid how hot all this is getting him.

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"You have somewhere else to be?" Maybe this is the best way. I don't hurt him, but I claim him as mine where anyone can see and it's not a far bend to set the bottle of whiskey to the ground, doing the same with the beer in Joe's hands. My mask is littered now on the dusty paths and I push him up against the thickest tree branch I can find, my hips on his. "You didn't seem to remember who brought you to the party all night."

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"No," says Joe breathlessly. "No-where else to be."

The truth is that, for every girl Joe looked at, he looked at Web twice. The truth is that he never lost sight of Web, not really, not the whole night. One hand pushes into Web's hair and Joe twists, looking for a kiss.

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I indulge him with it, pausing in my teeth's scraping against his neck to lightly brush at his lips, deliberately not giving quite enough before I push him with a hard 'thump' against the tree branch, taking what I want from him now that we're alone. My hand cups his crotch with no gentleness and I part his lips to kiss deeper.

And then, just like that, my hand slips lower inside his pants. It's so easy.

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It's not enough, and Web knows it, but something stops Joe from chasing after more. Maybe it's Web's hand on his dick. He rocks up into Webster's fist and moans softly.

"Wouldn't this be better at home?"

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While I'm in a contrary mood, I certainly can't argue hard facts like that and I step back only long enough to take my hand off his dick and grab hold of his free hand, yanking him off with me. With nearly everyone at the party, we can be as loud as we like and I can say whatever I please without Skinny picking up too much German.

"You gave away your option to be with them the night you decided you wanted to stay with me," I say, turning to walk backwards and keep my eyes on him, wrapping an arm around his waist and bringing him in close. "And I intend to remind you why."

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Joe leans in, his lips ghosting against Web's.

"I remember," he murmurs. "I remembered this morning, and I remember now. And I didn't miss one fuckin' thing you did all night, no matter what you fuckin' think."

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My fingers are already undoing each and every button on his shirt, attempting to throw it all away on the path like morsels for Hansel and Gretel. I cup his neck and bring him in for a harder kiss than before, trying to lay reminders of me all over Joe, from his neck to his lips to his torso. "Fuck you for winding me up, Joe, Jesus," I nearly hiss against his lips.

He didn't see it. He never saw the worst of it, when everything unleashed just before Landsberg, just after. "I have anger issues, Joe," I say, though he doesn't know, couldn't know. "You might have been the one who wanted that trigger pulled, but I was the one who nearly did it in Buchloe, happily so, too."

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Joe's shirt is hanging open and he cups Web's face with both slender hands. He's shot his share of Nazis, including the one he shot point blank with someone else's gun in Carentan.

He doesn't want to talk about it now.

"Don't," he says. "I'm fuckin' here now. And there's nobody here but you."

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It doesn't take much more than a haul of hands in the fabric of Joe's loosened shirt for me to pull him along with me, still staggering backwards over the path as I watch him (eyes focused on his mouth) and I keep him going, careful not to trip until we reach our destination and I unscrew the whiskey and take a long sip, extending it out to him to take before sealing whiskey-stained lips over his, the burning at the back of my throat a pleasing reminder of stolen merchandise.

"I don't want to lose you," I admit finally, eyes dropping to avoid his gaze. "Not to anyone else. Not to anything."

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"Shut up," murmurs Joe, which is a song he's song to Webster before, his own hands fisting in Web's shir tto haul him forward, kissing him hard.

"Just shut up."

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It's a challenge to me and I won't take it as it is, and I just stare at him before shoving him and pushing, kissing all the whole and trying to breathe through him like this, kissing everywhere I can and biting down, drifting to start giving him yet another hickey. "I'm no good at shutting up," I mumble, distantly.

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"I hadn't noticed," says Joe, almost absently, his head tipped back to give Web as much room as he needs.

"One day I'm gonna gag ya."