The Yellow Birds

Yellow Birds

The music was blowing and the lights were dancing at it's rythm, as well as the rest of all the other soldiers, and Murphy and I, Brandon Bartle, were no exception. Tomorrow we were going to move to another base and explore another city in Iraq, so we, privates, were holding a party for the last time in that base. I put my arm around Murphy's shoulders to get him close enough to me so I could speak up, "Hey Murphy, you see that chick over there?" I pointed to a dancing brunette, with a beer on my hand, "I think she's completely fallen for you," she looked at us, and as soon as she realised we were talking about her she smiled and turned back to her friends, "she's always looking at you" I finished and took a sip on my beer. He smiled at the thought, she wasn't bad. Actually, she was really hot.

"I think you should go ask her to dance" I said. He turned his face to me, with a 'no-way' look written all over his face. "C'mon man, we could die tomorrow, or she could die tomorrow. This place could be blown away, any one of us could get shot anytime. You never know, grab the chances you get. If I were you, I'd never let a beauty like that escape" I said. I really wanted him to have a fun night, and that girl seemed like she could pull it off, she had a nice body. I just wanted Murphy to get his mind a little off the army before the next day. I took my arm off him and took another big sip on my beer, never taking my eyes off him, maybe to provoke him in some way? I didn't know. "Go get her, tiger" I smirked. Go get her, tiger. Got get her, tiger. My own words didn't leave my head. Go get her, tiger. Go get him, tiger. Any one of us could get shot anytime. We could die tomorrow. I should...

Murphy suddenly grabbed my wrist and dragged me out of the party, taking me to our dormitorys. I took one last sip on my bottle and threw it to the ground. I didn't know what he was thinking, but I didn't mind it. At all. As soon as we got there he pushed me against the wall, wrapping his arms around my waist and pushing our bodies together. It was dark but none of us dared turn the lights on. He looked me in the eyes and brought our faces closer. I bet I was red like a tomato, due to all the alcohol I drank, but that was clearly not the only reason. I hoped he didn't notice. I needed him at that moment. And I knew very well it could be the last one.

He was still gazing at my eyes, and I at his. 'Go get him, tiger.' I though once again, although my body didn't move. I wanted to see what he'd do. It didn't take long before Murphy pressed his lips softly on mine. At first, I didn't react at all, I wanted to see what he was capable of. I opened my mouth slightly, to get a better grip of his lips and his taste. Alcohol. He tasted like alcohol, a whole lot of different types of alcohol. He touched my bottom lip with the tip of his tognue, as if asking for permission. I didn't say no, and honestly I think I opened my mouth slightly so he could do whatever he wanted. So he wrapped his tongue around mine and made them dance with each other the way we were a few moments before. I was playing along. He then backed away, unsure of whether he should continue or not. I still didn't move.

"What exactly are you doing?" I finally spoke up.

"What you told me to. You're the one who said it, aren't you? That we could die anytime, so we should grab our opportunities when we get them" he said. Everything was dizzy. It felt like a dream. Then I realised I couldn't hold back any longer, I needed to have him in that moment. It was my turn to play with him.

"Then, I'll make sure that doesn't happen," I started, "so I can do this with you more often" I smirked maliciously before turning him around and pushing him hard against the wall, pressing our bodies together. I grabbed his legs and put them around my waist, holding him up with my hands on his butt, which I squeezed fiercely. He wraped his arms around my neck. I pressed our lips together one more time, this time taking the lead. The first kiss had been soft and unsure, almost shy; but this time it was more aggressive, more thirsty. We were both drunk, and both extremely hot. Our tongues danced in sync, and it wasn't enough. I needed more. I started moving my waist against his, slowly at first, but picking up a rhythm afterwards. I felt his face heat up, as well as his cock, which I immeadiately recognized as a boner. I knew what I was doing. I knew exactly what I was doing to him. But I also knew what he was doing to me.