Good Deed (Markus/Kurt/Freddie) - Shortfic
Explicit // M/M // Markus (Riders of Justice)/Kurt (Black Hawk Down)/Freddie Lounds // Tagged: Post canon Markus, Post canon Kurt, when is this set? Who knows. Don't question it, bar hook-up, manipulative Freddie Lounds, flirting, kissing, spanking, vaginal fingering, finger fucking, threesome, M/M/F, dry humping, anal fingering, where did the lube come from? Who knows, Freddie is resourceful, anal sex, multiple orgasms, masturbation, voyeurism, happy ending. Prompt Fill.
Latest installment on my @hannibalbingo card: Free Space Note: this is the result of the polls I ran to decide on which bingo prompts to use for my free space. The ones decided were spanking and threesome. The final poll (choosing the characters) was a tie, so I went with Markus/Kurt/Freddie as I was hit by an idea! Enjoy!
Markus is the officer assigned to Kurt Schmid during a press tour the higher ups have sent some of the returning soldiers on.
Good Deed (3.6k):
“You don’t have to do this.” Markus told the young man sitting next to him. They were in a small conference room specifically set up for this stupid fucking debacle.
Hadn’t these men been through enough without the military parading them out to journalists?
They’d each been assigned to a more experienced officer, someone to go with them to these stupid things, and for Markus, he got Kurt Schmid.
He was a quiet lad, but he came to life when talking about medicine and saving people. When he trained as a doctor he could have done anything, worked in any kind of medical care, but instead he’d signed up. He joined the forces because he wanted to save lives, not end them. And honestly, that was fucking refreshing given the amount of assholes Markus had encountered over the years. Meatheads who just wanted to play with guns and have an excuse to shoot at brown people. Kurt was so far from that and Markus admired him. He was glad, after what had happened on his deployment in Somalia, that he hadn’t become jaded or changed his mind about his career. He still wanted to do good deeds.
In the quiet room, he felt - rather than saw - Kurt glance across at him, and a small smile of gratitude greeted him when he did turn to look.
“I know, it’s okay.”
Kurt had a soft accent from somewhere in America that Markus couldn’t name. He liked it though, liked Kurt’s smile and his eyes. His fucking eyes were beautiful.
Markus swallowed down that thought and looked away, back to the door.
~*~
The hotel bar was loud and Markus was glad. It was loud enough to drown out the thoughts in his head after the shit show of a day.
The press had been pretty good with Kurt, respectful. Except Freddie Lounds, one of those vulture-like journos who wrote for tabloids. Markus would admit there was a good point to some of her questions - around the operation, the loss of lives, especially of the Somali civilians. But that wasn’t for Kurt or any of the men to answer, those questions were for the top brass. And when he interjected to tell her so, Kurt had tensed and she’d smirked at him as her eyes had flicked between him and Kurt.
A fucking bloodhound.
He hadn’t been laid in forever. He’d joined the UN taskforce once Mathilde had gone off to college, and hoped that would bring back some of the life he’d had before his wife died. But there’s no such thing as a magic fix and it’s no good trying to run from things you don’t want to address.
He could fucking try though.
He’d never given a shit about being attracted to men when he was married - it was something he knew about himself but never had to deal with. But since he’d become unexpectedly single again it seemed like every guy he met held some sort of appeal. He’d looked it up - bisexual. And he found via various internet forums that he wasn’t the only person to fixate on his sexuality after a change of circumstances.
It was all normal. But that didn’t mean he wanted to, or could, act on it.
Because if he could…
Markus let out a sigh and then downed the rest of his beer, thoughts of Kurt Schmid running rampant in his mind. What it would be like to have those beautiful eyes look at him with longing, feel those soft lips, those steady hands--
Markus slammed his empty glass down onto the bar.
“Hey there soldier, something wrong?”
Markus recognised the voice of Freddie Lounds and didn’t feel the need to turn and respond. So instead she took the seat beside him and sat much closer than necessary. He should have found a local bar to drink at instead.
“Nice to see you again,” She offered cordially, at which Markus responded with only a grunt.
That pulled a chuckle from her and she signalled the server, ordering a drink for herself and the same again for Markus.
“I should go,” he finally responded, turning to her.
She had a quirked brow and an expression that dared him to stay. He huffed and relaxed back on his stool when the drink was placed in front of him.
“Not sure I want to socialise with you, Miss Lounds. You were pretty tough on that kid.”
She smirked and shrugged, “He’s a big boy, he can take it. What about you?”
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