"What are the fucking rules recruits on personal items?" Nick yelled.
He held up the cell phone as he walked down the middle of the barracks. He'd found it hiding behind one of the stalls in the head. He conducted a surprise inspection of the barracks, and that was how he found the cell phone. It wasn't charged so he couldn't tell exactly who's phone it was. It might have been a minor infraction, but rules are rules, and he was an asshole when it came to them. The recruits got a thirty-minute phone call to their families weekly.
He turned his gaze to the one recruit he could tell when he was lying or not. Carter licked his lips and Nick shouldn’t have found it cute or, even a bit sexy. He’d been watching the boy much more over the past couple of weeks since the boy’s been working for him.
Nick grunted and was a bit disappointed that he wouldn’t be able to punish the boy, he was telling the truth. He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but he enjoyed seeing Carter on his hands and knees. He nodded and walked over to another of the recruit and stood in front of the assistant recruit officer, Channing. The boy got under his skin and not in a right way. He looked too good on paper and in person, but Nick felt the guy was hiding behind the boy next door image.
Nick could have ignored the fact that he saw the cell phone, but he wanted to use this moment as a test. See if they were willing to rat each other out or take the blame for one of their crewmates. Truthfully there’s no right or wrong to the situation. It could work will and against them. Do they keep their mouths shut when they see and know that a shipmate was doing wrong? Or do they speak up thinking it will help their shipmate and in turn looking like a rat to others?
Nick was sure that Channing would give up whomever the phone belonged to. “I see.” He turned and walked over to the table stationed at the front of the barracks. He set the phone down on the table and looked over his shoulder. “I’ll give you all thirty-minutes to send the one whose phone this is.” He tapped the phone and then walked out of the barracks leaving them to argue among themselves.
Xander sighed when the senior chief walked out of the barracks. He leaned against his rack and looked around to his other recruits who had the same expression on their faces. The senior chiefs have been running them ragged for the past couple of weeks. Between their daily training in the classroom and physical training early in the morning before the sun was up and in the evening after the sunset. Xander had to admit; he was starting to like the way he looked in the mirror. With all the push-ups he was starting to bulk up, had even improved in his six-pack turning it into an eight with the sexy “V” everyone like to salivate over. Just like the way he continuously salivate over his recruit commander. Whenever he saw the man in PT gear, he had to fight not to get a hard-on. Working so close to the older man was driving him crazy.
He noticed the way the company commander watched him as well. Especially he bent over to get a file on the lower shelf or if he drops a file on the deck. Since that day, he became a purposeful klutz. Whether it was a file or a pen he had butterfingers. And each time something slipped from his fingers, he made sure the senior chief was standing behind or in front of him. Most assuredly in front so that his face would be directly in front of the senior chief’s crotch. A few times he’d seen signs of an erection. Or heard the change in the man's breathing. He was enjoying his seduction attempts. There were so many times that he wanted to bury his face in the man’s crotch and inhale his scent.
“So, who’s fucking phone is it?” Morgan one of the recruits asked.
Xander had a feeling the phone belonged to Channing. He knew the guy had a pregnant fiancé at home and she was two months away from giving birth and he was worried that he was going to miss his girl giving birth. It begs the question of why Channing was there in the first place and could have simply waited until his girl had given birth to their baby. Xander looked t Channing and knew he was right in what he was thinking. The worried expression on Channing’s face spoke volume. He looked up as if realizing that Xander was staring at him and their eyes connected. He hated the look he was getting back the one that said, ‘take the fall for me, and I’ll pay you back.’
“If the phone doesn’t belong to either one of us, then who does it belong to?” Jameson asked.
“What do you mean?” Channing asked.
“So, what do you think we should do?” Jackson asked.
“How are you so sure about that?” one of the other recruits asked.
They were all silent thinking about what he just said. They knew he was telling the truth.
“They will find ways to see how bad we’re going to fuck up anyway,” Channing said.
“Just like Carter said, we do nothing,” Channing told the group.
Thirty-minutes on the dot Senior Chief Greenhawk walked back into the room.
The recruits were already standing in front of their racks. Nick walked down the center of the room and peered into their faces. Something happened in the thirty-minutes that he was gone. But he was also convinced none of them was going to own up to who the cell phone belonged to.
He smiled and decided to go with his second part of the plan. Interview them one at a time. “Grayson, follow me, now.”
“At ease, Grayson.”
Nick leaned back in his chair and stared at the recruit and knew the boy was scared. He called them all boy no matter their age because that’s how he saw them. He simply had one special boy he wanted. In a couple of weeks, they will be negotiating their orders for their first duty station; he was going to encourage the boy to negotiate for orders closer to him. He put his focus back on the boy.
Grayson looked at him quickly then shifted his gaze but to the nothing in front of him. “We talked about nothing, Senior Chief.”
“Very well, return to your barracks and send in another.”
“Are you question me recruit?”
“Good, now get the fuck out of my face.”
Grayson left, and Nick waited to see who he’d send in. He smirked when he sent in Jackson; Nick asked the person the same question he asked the other. He did the same to all the other’s watching their body language for a telltale sign. None of them gave up the real culprit, and he was sure that at least half of them wasn’t telling the truth and knew who the phone belonged, while the others were utterly clueless. He’d already figured out who’s phone it was but wanted to play his game a little longer. It was well past midnight, and he should have been home long ago, but he had no one waiting at there for him.
Not to mention the times he’d accidentally stood in front of the boy, just as he was standing up and the boy’s face end up being right in front of his crotch. On those days he went home and jerked to of visions of the boy sucking his cock with his arms tied around back. In his imagination the yearned and begged for his cock. Nick shifted in his chair, hoping to take the pressure off his cock.
“On your knees, Carter,” Nick said in the silence in the room.
Nick smirked. “Where do you think?”
“Gods, I’ve been dying to feel your cock in my. . .”
Nick groaned the very second Carter’s mouth surrounded his cock. “Holy fuck, boy your lips feel good around my cock.” It was the words he could utter, and in the second he knew that he was going to get addicted to the boy's mouth.
THE CHEIF'S BOY
Xavier Carter life changed when he made one stupid mistake. At the age of twenty, he should have a purpose in life. After starting college, he realized it wasn’t for him. Ignored by his parents Xavier lashes out by hanging out with the wrong kind of people to gain their attention. But the one time he wasn’t looking for trouble shit goes wrong and not in a good way, it all boiled down to being at the wrong place at the wrong time when he was arrested and standing before a judge who gave him the option before he banged his gavel. Jail or the United States Navy.