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works/2072535.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Hornets'_Nest_(1970)
  Relationship:
      Aldo/Turner
  Character:
      Turner_(Hornets'_Nest), Aldo_(Hornets'_Nest)
  Additional Tags:
      Explicit_Sexual_Content, World_War_II, Missing_Scene, Age_Difference,
      Ephebophilia, Death_Threats, Unhealthy_Relationships, Implied/Referenced
      Character_Death, Oral_Sex, Orgasm_Delay/Denial, Gunplay_(sorta), Plot!
      Plot!_What_is_Plot?!, One_Shot, Hebephilia
  Series:
      Part 17 of A_Quick_One
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-08-03 Words: 904
****** Like Eating Glass ******
by A_M_Kelley
Summary
     The kid had threatened his life more times than he could count in the
     past few days and Aldo was an unruly little brat, but he was Captain
     Turner's favorite brat.
It was around the third time Aldo had pointed a gun at his head today and it
wouldn't be the last either. Turner was aware that Aldo did this in front of
the other boys to present the appearance of seeming older by asserting himself
as the dominant leader. Although this time none of the other boys had been
around since they were practicing for their big plan, leaving Turner to assume
that this was bred out of habit now more than anything else.
And why shouldn't Aldo point a gun at him? Aldo was a boy, barely a man, and
Turner was a big shot American soldier, specially trained in combat. Where the
hell had he been when Aldo's parents, as well as countless others, were gunned
down in Reanoto? Aldo was ready to blame anyone he deemed responsible for the
massacre of his town and he wasn't shy to wave a gun around either.
This reason, however, was different. Despite their clashing morals and motives
to take down the SS, Turner and Aldo somehow managed to form a mutual bond.
Aldo was a scrawny and headstrong Italian kid with a fiery attitude to boot,
but he had peaked the Captain's interest. The kid had threatened his life more
times than he could count in the past few days and Aldo was an unruly little
brat, but he was Captain Turner's favorite brat.
Aldo was pointing a gun at him now, ordering Turner to undo his belt, but this
was mostly for show. Turner complies in acquiesce,noticing how Aldo's arm goes
slack slightly and at ease. He pops open the standard issue belt without so
much as taking his gaze off of Aldo. Turner stills his hands for a moment,
provoking Aldo to raise his gun more promptly and Turner has to smirk at this.
The Italian boy never actually intended to shoot the American soldier, and it
probably didn't even scare Turner to be honest, but it fueled the boy further
into his power trip. It made him feel in control, like he had the final say in
everything, unlike how he felt when he helplessly watched his parents get
executed by the SS. This made him feel alive as sure it made Turner feel alive.
Turner successfully opened up the front of his fatigues, letting his belt hang
loosely in the loops and gauging Aldo's body language. Aldo approaches Captain
Turner hesitantly as if he suspects Turner will pull a fast one on him, but
this doesn't happen. The boy tucks the gun into the back of his pants, shooting
a careful gaze up at Turner before dropping down to his knees in front of the
Captain.
Turner is taken aback by this move but it's somehow expected in an odd sort of
way. He was aware that Aldo was easily jealous and always trying to prove
himself to the older man, but Turner never thought Aldo would be so bold as to
get down in front of him. Aldo searches out the opening in Turner's pants,
finding the hard evidence of the Captain's arousal with deft fingers. Turner
braces his back against the trunk of a thin tree, sticking his hips out
marginally for more contact.
He wasn't sure what this act was meant to prove, if anything at all, but Turner
didn't protest as Aldo pulled him out of his fatigues. Aldo leaned forward,
licking curiously along the underside of Turner's cock and it nearly destroyed
him. Turner couldn't remember the last time anyone did this for him and having
Aldo take him tentatively in his narrow mouth was like eating glass with how
agonizingly slow he went.
Aldo gripped the base of the Captain's cock, angling it the best way for better
leverage as he took as much as he could into his mouth. Turner gasped at the
sudden feeling of Aldo's throat constricting around him as the kid struggled to
swallow all of him without gagging. This wasn't going to work, however, seeing
as how Turner was too big for his mouth.
Eventually, Aldo opts to bob his head accordingly along Captain Turner's cock
while stroking him in a lazy but practiced rhythm. Aldo twisted his hand just
the right way and his mouth sucked at the perfect amount of pressure, making
Turner wonder if Aldo has done this before. Turner looks down at the Italian
boy and threads a big hand in Aldo's dark and mussed locks, helping to guide
his head in the right direction.
The consistent rhythm and Turner's lack of sexual release are enough to send
him towards the edge of his arousal, prompting him to thrust a little lightly
into Aldo's warm mouth. Aldo makes a gagging noise when Turner thrusts in too
deep and this makes the boy struggle for a moment or two. Turner ignores this
though, seeing as he's so close already.
It takes a few tries but Aldo finally stills his head enough to keep Captain
Turner at bay before he could come. Turner is at a loss even as his orgasm is
about to reach its crescendo. Suddenly, Aldo pulls off with a wet pop and grips
Turner's cock firmly, keeping him from reaching orgasm right at the last
second. It was in this moment when Turner realized what Aldo was trying to
prove...
That, in war, everyone is ultimately at the mercy of someone else.
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