Johnny Martin - Band of Brothers
THIS IS A BIRTHDAY GIFT FOR THE LOVELY AND AMAZING @warmommy WHOM I LOVE SOOOO MUCH! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, RACHEL! 29 NEVER LOOKED SO GOOD, BABE ;)
Warnings: ***SEXY TIME***
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With a box full of rations that you were supposed to be taking to the kitchen in your arms, you jumped from the sidewalk and onto the grass when you heard the familiar sound of stampeding footfalls behind you. Moments later, Easy Company jogged past; dressed in their PT gear with looks of exhaustion and frustration on their faces, it was obvious they were heading to run Currahee yet again.
If there was one company at Toccoa that got it the worst, it was without a doubt Easy. Their Captain, Sobel, was an absolute jackass and on more than one occasion you had witnessed him handing out tasks and punishments for no other reason than to fuck with the men.
“Have fun, boys.” you waved as you waited for them to pass. Shifting the box into one arm and letting it rest on your hip, you kept your eyes peeled for the one trooper you knew you wanted to give a very special and personal hello to.
Bringing up the rear, Johnny Martin spotted you and his face lit up. With a quick check to make sure none of the other guys were watching, he jumped from the path as well and pulled you back between the two nearest buildings so the two of you were out of sight.
Martin couldn’t risk the other Paratroopers knowing that he did indeed have a soft side. As far as they knew, he had never smiled once in his entire life. You knew differently, however.
Letting out a small, surprised shriek, you dropped the box of rations to the ground as the man pinned you against the exterior of one of the wooden barracks and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. “Happy birthday,” Martin whispered, his face dawning a mischevious smirk all the while.
Your eyes widened slightly and you cocked a single brow. “How did you know it was my birthday today? I never told you.” you let out a small chuckle. “Did you read my file or something?”
“Nope.” Martin was still sporting his smirk. “I cannot reveal my sources though.”
You rolled your eyes playfully. “Of course you can’t. That would make it too easy for me. Anyway, we don’t have to make a big deal about it. I’m not really a birthday person.”
Knowing he only had a few more minutes before someone noticed he was missing, Martin hooked your waistband with his fingers and yanked you flush against himself. “Well, maybe I’m a birthday person.” he began to pepper your neck with quick, open-mouthed kisses. “When I’m done with this fucking run we are gonna celebrate.”
“Okay,” you felt the agreement slip from your lips without even thinking about it. Martin knew how to make you putty in his hands in mere seconds, and that moment was no different.
“Okay,” he echoed before letting you go and beginning to walk off.
“Wait,” you called to him before he could leave, your eyes narrowing at him as you licked your bottom lip. “If you’re gonna find me later, make sure you’re wearing the PT gear. I find the short shorts extremely sexy.”
Martin let out a small laugh and shrugged. “Whatever you want, babe. It’s your birthday.”
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An hour or so later you found yourself in the kitchen. After dropping off the box of rations you had found that the cabinets had been left in a mess and had decided to stick around for a while to clean them out.
You weren’t sure how long it would be until Martin was finished with his day, but the sun was already beginning to set so you figured he would be looking for you soon; you just hoped he thought to look for you in the kitchen.
Thankfully, your hopes were fulfilled because about ten minutes later the back door of the kitchen that was mainly used for delivery men and kitchen staff flew open. A gust of the cool evening breeze drifted into the room, and with it, Martin.
Still dressed in his PT gear, just as you had requested, and practically dripping with sweat, Martin stormed over to you with a look of lust and determination on his face.
“You look like-” you started, but before you could even finish your sentence, Martin captured your face in his rough hands and kissed you hard.
Before you knew it, your lower back was pressing into the edge of the counter and you were snaking your arms around the hot and sweaty man’s neck. “Happy birthday, gorgeous,” he muttered into your mouth before backing away a step or two and pulling something out of his pocket.
Presenting the small, rectangular box to you with a hopeful smile on his face, Martin panted hard, obviously still tired from whatever Sobel had put them through. “I hope you like it,” he told you.
Taking the box from him, you flipped it open and immediately gasped. Your free hand flew to your chest to grasp at the area over your heart as you stared down at the beautiful, glimmering necklace that sat inside the black box. “Johnny.” you had to pause for a second to find your words again. “This…this is beautiful. Thank you.”
“It’s more than okay.” you smiled wide, a sudden realization wiping it from your face moments later. “Oh, but this must have cost a small fortune. I-I can’t accept this. This is too much.”
You closed the box and tried to hand it back, but Martin refused to take it. “No, no.” he pushed it back to you. “I want you to have it, really. Happy birthday.”
“Martin-” you started to feel guilty about the extravagant gift.
“Y/N.” Martin opened the box in your hands and plucked the necklace out before spinning you around. “I knew what I was doing when I bought this for you.” he began to put the necklace on you, the cool metal making you shiver as it brushed against your neck; Martin’s fingers have much of the same effect. “You’re not some temporary thing for me.” he secured the necklace around your neck before pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “I plan on spending many more birthdays with you where I will shower you with gifts just like this.”
Turning back around, you glanced down at the jewelry before meeting Martin’s gaze. “I love it.” you could feel your heart bursting at the seams. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.” he took the empty box from your hands before tossing it onto the counter behind you, his eyes suddenly darkening. “Now, it’s time for your second gift.”
“Second gift?” you questioned.
“Yes.” Martin nodded. “It will require something first, though.”
“You to be wearing nothing but that necklace.”
Stalking towards you, Martin reached for the hem of your shirt before pulling it over your head and throwing it to the floor. Once your skin was exposed his mouth went right to the top of your breasts while his hands moved to work on the clasp of your bra.
Letting your head fall back slightly, you let out an airy moan that turned into a sharp gasp when his tongue flickered over your already hard nipples. As his mouth worked on your breasts, Martin’s hands relocated to your ass, giving the pliable flesh a squeeze before picking you up and placing you on top of the counter.
Martin’s eyes drifted up to look at you while he worked his mouth down your stomach. With one hand steadying yourself and the other in his hair, you watched the man before you intently as he left saliva trails all over your body.
Sensing what was about to happen next, you kicked your boots off and let them tumble to the kitchen floor below you.
Fingers hooking your waistband, much like they had done earlier that day, Martin yanked your pants and panties down your legs in one quick motion, discarding them on the floor just like he had done previously with your shirt and bra.
Then, just like he had wanted, you were in nothing but the necklace that he had gifted you. “I think you should be like this always.” he bent down, his arms hooking around your legs and pulling you to the edge of the counter as he started kissing and nipping his way up your inner thighs.
“I think you should be like this always.” you retorted in between ragged breaths, thoroughly enjoying the sight of him between your legs.
Martin didn’t speak but instead decided to move up and lick a single stripe between your folds as a response. Gripping hard onto the edge of the counter, you had to bite down on your tongue to stifle the cry that nearly escaped.
“John,” you warned him, fully aware that he knew what he was doing to you.
Lifting his head, he looked up at you with his best impression of puppy-dog eyes. “What? Should I stop?”
His expression switched back to devious in an instant. “Didn’t think so.” he dipped his head back down and captured your clit between his teeth lightly, flicking his tongue over it again and again.
Throwing your head back once more, you smacked your skull into the cabinets by accident, but you couldn’t even feel the pain because the pleasure was so overwhelming. “Shit!” you cursed anyway as a force of habit.
“Shhh!” Martin spoke into your core, the vibrations of his voice sending waves of euphoria through your body.
Just as the familiar sensation began to build inside of you in the pit of your stomach, Martin stood up straight again, drawing a whimper out of you due to the loss of contact.
“Don’t worry, Doll.” he began to untie the drawstring of his shorts. “We’re nowhere near done yet.”
Dropping his pants and boxers, Martin kicked them into the quickly building pile of clothes before wrapping a hand around his already stiff member. With his free hand, he stuck two fingers into his mouth — his eyes never leaving yours — and then approached you. As soon as those two fingers pushed their way between your folds and inside of you, you had to throw your palm over your mouth to keep from being too loud.
It really wouldn’t be a good thing for something passing by to hear you. Technically speaking, you weren’t really supposed to fuck in the kitchen, believe it or not.
Martin’s hands worked tirelessly, one pumping his own length while the other pumped two fingers in and out of you. His skin was still shining from the sweat of running Currahee, but the sight of him in his PT shirt and nothing else and covered in sweat was something you couldn’t get enough of.
“God, I’m gonna miss you so much when you go away,” you spoke softly, not able to trust your voice enough to speak any louder.
“Then I better make sure you have some really good memories of me.” he pulled his fingers from you suddenly. He didn’t leave you empty for long though, because before you could even complain about the absence of contact, he was standing between your legs and pushing his cock into you slowly, inch by inch.
Feeling a shock course through your body, your hands moved to grab onto Martin’s biceps for stability. “Johnny.” your face was millimeters away from his. “Please,” you begged without even having to be asked.
“Are you having a good birthday?” he stopped as soon as he was buried all the way inside of you and refused to move again until you answered.
You nodded, but that obviously wasn’t good enough. “Yes.” you finally spoke. “Yes, this has been the best birthday ever.”
“Good.” he smiled before closing the gap between your mouths. With your bottom lip trapped between his teeth, he grabbed onto your hips hard — his fingertips digging deep into your skin — and he began to fuck you just the way he knew you liked it; fast and rough.
Allowing one hand to leave your side, Martin reached up and tangled his fingers into your hair, collecting a fistful of it so he could hold your head in place. While Martin pounded into you over and over again, his pace relentless, he made sure you looked him in the eyes the entire time.
“Look at me, baby,” he ordered even though his tone was anything but aggressive. “Look me in the eyes while I fuck you.”
You did as he said, and within a matter of minutes, you could feel the pressure building up in your core again. “I’m getting close.” you encouraged him. “Please, don’t stop.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he assured you.
Grabbing your legs again, he lifted them both up so they were resting on his shoulders. In that new position, he was able to hit your G-spot every single time he entered you.
Holding onto Martin for dear life, you let him fuck you into ecstasy. While you came, your body shaking with the tidal waves of pleasure that ran through your entire being, Martin reached his own high and buried his head in your neck.
Biting down hard on your shoulder to muffle his grunts, he gave a few more sloppy thrusts before falling still, his breathing even more labored than it had been after his trip up and down Currahee.
“Happy birthday.” he pressed a kiss over the teeth marks he had left.
Glancing up at the clock on the wall, you took note of the time and smiled. “There are still three hours left of my birthday.” you hinted with a suggestive wiggle of your eyebrows. “Let’s put that good ‘ol Paratrooper stamina to the test, shall we?”
“God, I wish every day was your birthday.”
