Staring up into the rafters, Lukas regretted sleeping in the bunk, but not for the reason that Simon thought. The lumpy mattress and bedding smelled amazing. He turned his head and snuffled into the pillow. Like honey and that special Winter Solstice bread mixed with sunshine and musky salt. Light from the full moon poured in through the thick, wavy bubbled glass windows of the recruitment center. He glanced down at Simon, asleep on his bedroll.

Was this what Simon’s hair smelled like? The army must have wonderful soap. If the pillow smelled this good, what would the man himself smell like? The thought threatened to bubble up and overwhelm him. How would his skin taste under my tongue? Lukas swallowed back a sudden mouthful of drool and rolled over to face the wall out of guilt.

It wasn’t like he was a complete innocent when it came to sex. You couldn’t ignore the mating games on the farm and his Da had made sure to tell him the gist of the process. He'd had fumblings behind the woodshed with one of the harvest hired hands, a Beta man with a crooked nose and bad breath and a Beta lady prostitute at the Harvest Fair. He’d just never considered that the blonde-haired, blue eyed angel of his dreams might have a cock instead of breasts. It was surprising how little that mattered to his own cock.

Simon, Major Simon du Trop. What would the Major be hiding beneath his breeches? Lukas peeked over his shoulder at the man. He was tall, taller than himself, broad-shouldered and well-muscled. He looked like one of the fairytale princes from his sisters’ precious picture book.

How shameful of him to fantasize about the Major in that way. The man had only shown him the utmost polite kindness and he was returning that kindness by rutting around like a feral beast. He wasn't going to stop though, he couldn't. His new alien nature wouldn't let him simmer down until he spilled. No wonder Alphas couldn't be trusted to do anything worthwhile in society when a pretty face and a sweet scent could take over his mind so completely.

Intoxicating scent heavy in his nose, Lukas reached below and popped open the buttons on his breeches. He was half-hard. Forgive me, he prayed, not expecting absolution for this transgression. It wasn’t as if he’d signed the paperwork yet. He didn’t have an identification number tattooed into the skin below his clavicle. He wasn’t a soldier yet, he was still a stupid naive farm boy who couldn’t control his newly awakened urges. His frantic excuses and justifications rang tinny and hollow.

Even if Lukas were a Beta, he still would have made mooning calf eyes at the beautiful man sleeping on the floor beside him. From the moment their eyes had met there was an attraction, Simon’s wise, kind words had fueled that flickering spark of attraction into something that smoldered hotter, more dangerous. Lukas pressed the tatty pillow against his face and huffed the marvelous scent as he stroked his shaft. It was sinful how quickly he swelled. I must be quiet, I must be quiet.

Lukas turned his head to steal a glance at Simon. He would never know; he could never know. Why would someone so glorious spare a thought for him? The thought of Simon ordering him to his knees sprang forth in his mind. It made his cock throb, the new thickness at the base sensitive and swollen. Slick juices drooled from the tip of his cock, squelching with each indulgent stroke. The pleasure mingled with his shame in a heady, addictive mix. This new jolt to his libido had to be because he was an Alpha now. There was no other excuse for the lasciviousness of his behavior. Perhaps he would even need to be punished for his filthy, filthy actions.

He sank his teeth into the pillow. Simon’s scent lay heavy and ripe in his nose, curled around his tongue and he gasped in spite of himself. Blue eyes flew open at the sound and Lukas stilled his hand in vain for there was no mistaking what he was doing. Lukas’ cock twitched in his hand, the pillow still crammed in his mouth. Oh shit.

“Let me give you your first lesson in barracks’ etiquette, lad.” Simon spoke in a low conversational tone as he rolled over to face Lukas. “If you’re caught jacking off and you maintain eye contact, that’s considered an invitation for the other party to join in.” That wasn't the reaction Lukas was expecting.

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Lukas spat out the pillow and swallowed back a mouthful of drool. “Really?”

“Yep.” Simon watched him from his bedroll, his hands folded neatly on his chest. “And depending on who catches your eyes, you might regret it.” Moonlight glazed his sharp cheekbones and glittered in his eyes. “You need to be careful.”

“I need to be— careful.” Lukas repeated as he rolled over to face his commanding officer. An electric thrill zinged up his spine as he quite deliberately did not break eye contact.

Simon's laced fingers tightened upon his chest. “Indeed. Very careful. You’re a lovely lad, you won’t lack for bed partners.” Simon sighed. "That's going to be a problem."

“You’re joking—“ Lukas began, but Simon cut him off with a click of his tongue.

“I am not. Do not doubt my words, my boy.” My boy, now that was a phrase that Lukas craved to hear again.

“I will not, sir.” The premature title seemed appropriate for the moment as Simon held and huffed out a heavy breath in response.

“Your blood must be still running hot from the rut.” Simon broke their gaze and pointedly looked at the rafters.

“No—“ Lukas gritted out as he stroked himself with slick fingers. He was as wet as a girl. “It— it was the smell. The scent of the pillow. Your smell. I'm sorry--” He felt his cheeks burn with shame and excitement. “I couldn’t help myself— you smell so good.” The yearning in his voice was disgustingly thick.

Simon’s jaw fell open and he quickly recovered, running his fingers through his hair. “All-Mother's tits. You’re going to be trouble for me, lad.”

“I’ll be good for you.” Lukas squeezed the base of his cock, the air was turgid with potential and it wouldn’t do to spill prematurely. “All I have to do is follow orders, right? That’s what a good soldier does, he follows the orders that his commander gives him.” He threw back the blanket, displaying his shame to the crisp night air. “I’ll follow any orders you give me, sir.”

Simon saw everything, no matter how hard he was pretending not to notice. He threw his arm over his eyes and cursed at length under his breath in a language that Lukas didn’t know. Even a simple farm boy knew what the lump in the Major’s breeches meant.

“I don’t understand what you're saying. Please teach me, sir.” Lukas swung his legs off the bunk and lewdly displayed himself. "Tell me what to do Major du Trop."

"Go back to sleep." Simon gritted out from between his teeth. "Just go back to sleep."

"Can't sleep, too hot." Lukas panted as his fist made obscenely loud, squishing sounds that echoed in the recruitment hall. He was too far gone to turn back, teetering on the edge of something both wonderful and terrifying. "Tell me what to do, sir--"

Simon slapped the floor with his hand, gunshot loud in the midnight quiet. "You test me, boy. You push me too far!"

Lukas said nothing, he let the sounds of his busy fingers and thrusting hips speak for him. Simon lurched to his feet and loomed over Lukas, bracketing the seated young man with his thighs. Lukas fell back and Simon leaned over, putting his hands on the bunk on both sides of Lukas's head. Simon's body and scent surrounded Lukas, enveloped him in the dark. "I cannot touch you, lad. Fraternization between officers and recruits is not allowed." Lukas whimpered at his words, his erection now painfully tight as those blue eyes drilled into his own. "So you are going do exactly what I tell you to do. Do you understand?"

I would do anything you asked, for you and only you. Lukas nodded mutely, the words lost in his mouth beneath his clumsy tongue.

Hot breath on his skin as the tip of Simon's nose grazed the hollow beneath his ear. “You’re a good boy, aren’t you Lukas? You’re such a beautiful, good boy. You’re something very special and you’re going to follow my orders.” Simon's voice rumbled praises directly to his brain and shook Lukas to his very core. He was an Alpha, the lowest of the low on the social hierarchy, but if Simon was praising him then it had to be true. "I order you to cum for me, Lukas." There was no defying that order. Lukas pressed on his cock, directing the spray away from his commander's spotless uniform. His seed spurted and spilled upon the rough wooden floor.

When Lukas opened his eyes he was shocked to see how soft his commander's eyes were, gleaming in the moonlit darkness above him, his face a hairsbreadth from his own. Simon shook his head, sighed and stood up. He poured water into a basin from the ewer and dunked a rag in it. He knelt down and daubed Lukas clean, then wiped up the puddles of semen on the floor. Lukas would have been embarrassed at the sheer magnitude of his emissions, but he was spent. "Thank you." He muttered as he curled into sleep upon the bunk.

"A good officer takes care of his men." Simon said, his voice husky and raw in the darkness. "Sleep now." It was another order that was blissfully easy to follow. Lukas thought he felt fingers carding through his hair, but that had to be a dream.