hiiii… ¹¹⁾ stripping down to the same level of undress as them in an effort to try and make them feel more comfortable 👀
I know what you want you heathen <3
cw: Body image, cw discussion of cannibalism but in a horny catholic metaphorical way
"It ain't anything pretty."
"Kinda for me to decide isn't it, Buck?"
Gale frowns at him miserably, arms crossed over his skinny chest, the cords of his muscle visible in spots where skin had grown thin from malnutrition. His hibones were less of muscular swells for John to tongue across and closer to ragged mountain peaks, their sharpness only outmatched by the knife edge of his elbows, or maybe each round handhold of his spine.
Back to Thorpe, back to the States, back to the house John had bought them on their final leave before deployment, they hadn't had a single moment to be alone. To be anything real and true. Certainly not to be naked or anything else close to intimate.
"It ain't anything I didn't see the last two years, doll," John says gently.
It had started out unintentional, Gale in the shower as John shaved and brushed his teeth. They hadn't held shyness around each other's bodies for years now. Long before they'd been shot out of the sky. And then forced to watch each other waste away, only able to steal snippets and moments of comfort. Never anything real, anything truly concrete. And, in defense of Gale, he'd stepped out of the shower with only the smallest hint of trepidation, reaching for the towel hung by John's shoulder.
It was when John had turned, given Gale a slow once over and handed him the towel with a lingering hand and lingering gaze that had sent the other man stepping backward, crossing his bony arms across his bony chest and looking away.
"Doc says im strugglin' to put it back on. Nurses keep looking at me with pity."
"That's them. They ain't seen of you what I've seen."
"Me healthy?" Gale asks with miserable bitterness.
"How fuckin' tough you are. How you fly like a goddamn dream and land a bird like you're settin' down a pillow. They haven't seen you leading men through muck and snow and air and goddamn SS guards. So what you gave up a few pounds for it? Doesn't make me love or want you less."
"I was strong once-"
"Fuck that," John interrupts, spinning fully to press Gale back against the door of the bathroom by the hips, thumbs across the soft skin of his stomach. Skin still slightly damp, the droplets prickle John's lips as he drops his head to press gentle kisses to Gale's shoulder.
"Fuck that," he repeats, "You're strong now, you'll be strong again. I'll pop anyone in the mouth who wants to imply you're anything but a goddamn miracle and a solider."
"And If I waste away to nothing but bones?"
John laughs, drops to his knees and nuzzles the wasted muscle of Gale's thigh, sucks up along the inner tendon to mouth at Gale's soft cock, lapping at the head like a dog until Gale lets out a helpless noise.
"Then I'll grind you into powder and eat you down," John breathes, nuzzles the root of Gale's cock and inhaling the fresh clean scent of his body. Wiggles his tongue along the seam of his balls and hitches a leg over his shoulder to mouth at Gale's taint.
Gale lets out a shocked noise, spindly fingers flying to John's curls.
"I'll carry you inside me, I'll keep you safe and warm and you'll be all mine. I'll drink your blood like they did in the bible and I'll eat your body and nobody will be able to keep us apart again."
Gale's cock is fat on his cheek, weeping clear arousal that smears across John's stubble in a sticky mess. John sucks him down, presses his tongue against the spongy head and wiggles it against the slit until Gale is crying out.
"Look at me," John pants, pulling away to shrug out of his own undershirt, shoving his sleep pants off his legs. Lack of underwear left his body entirely bare, underfed muscle hanging off a frame build to hold twenty or more missing pounds.
"I'm ruined too," John pants, hand working Gale's cock with mindless determination. The other man is already shivering and shaking, head thrown back but tilted to the side so he could watch John's face. It's the first time they've done this in two years and John feels a little feral for it.
"I'm ruined."
"You're not -"
"What would you do if I wasted away?" John pants, kisses Gale's hipbone and stomach, "Would you let me nourish you? Would you get strong off my flesh and my body and my love? I'll feed you with my love baby I'll feed you with anything. You're strong Gale, but I'll give you whatever you goddamn need to feel it."
"Yeah," Gale breathes.
John grins up at him, hand working fast and frantic, mouths wherever his fingers don't cover, "My bones, my flesh, my heart and all the rest of my squishy parts. Take them Gale they're all for you."
