"Ah, fuck!"

"You good?"

"My shoulder's all cramped again. God damn it smarts."

Locke rolled from his push-up position and sat on his ass, reaching up with his one good arm to rub the shoulder of the other as he winced from the pain. Maybe it was his avian species or something to do with his genetic lineage, but getting a shoulder cramp once a week at starting to be the norm, which didn't bode well for his future on-base. PT was the core of his military training; if he couldn't push through his usual 'Super Set Wednesday', then he was in for trouble. Thankfully, he had a friend who could come to his aid, though he felt guilty about it.

Talbain, a German Shepherd, squatted down behind his friend and put his hands on the avian's shoulders, squeezing over the fabric of his T-Shirt and pressing into the muscles of his shoulders. Locke sucked in a breath through his long beak and stretched his legs out, trying to relax himself so that the cramp could fade, but it was difficult. After a moment, however, he felt the aching pleasure of that tender but quick massage, and a sigh escaped his lips. It felt good.

"Ugh...thanks, Tal," Locke cooed. "You're really good at giving massages, you know that?"

"What else was a virgin like me in high school meant to do with his spare term, other than learn to please girls?" The canine joked, though there was a sliver of truth to that. Locke and Talbain didn't really get along at first when they ended up bunking together at the army base with all the other recruits, but they started to warm up to each other when they had been assigned a shared dorm room after passing basic training...though, frankly, Talbain didn't talk much about himself. He never mentioned his family, and the most that Locke knew about his school life was what he said in passing; namely that he had been overweight and undesirable. No-one could say that about him now; he was at the peak of male physique, muscular and motivated.

"It's a good skill to have," Locke laughed. "When you finally find a chick you like, it'll come in handy...I hope you don't mind me taking advantage of it for now."

"Anything to help out my buddy," The canine squeezed the avian's shoulders encouragingly. "You barely passed basic training with your scrawny ass limbs."

"They'll bulk up eventually." Locke scoffed, though he was beginning to think it may never be the case. They'd been on-base for a good 3 or so months now, and his cramps during their daily physical training were becoming a consistent issue...thankfully, their superiors had confidence they'd do their jobs properly and rarely supervised them. They were, after all, a small army base in the centre of the continent; the chances of them actually being needed were slim.

"Come on," The canine withdrew his hands and stood upright, circling around the Raven and reaching out a hand. "Let's get you inside. Kind of seems like you've overdone it."

"Ugh...it was my last rep, too." The avian didn't argue with him, knowing better than to do so, and with Talbain's help he got to his feet, claws clacking against the tarmac ground beneath him. 

They headed back towards the building and crossed the narrow road that allowed cars to circle around the base, heading to a side door that led to a long, expansive corridor. Their walk was slow at first, but Talbain couldn't resist getting some cardio in, and inevitably picked up the pace. The avian fell in line behind him, and managed to keep up despite his aching shoulder-- the cramp had died down, but it still hurt a little. His gaze cross over the bland brick walls and over towards the canine's back, before they drifted down. It was no secret between the two of them that Locke was bisexual, but he kept it mostly on the down-low from the other people on the base; homophobia was rife in the military, unfortunately.

The walk across the base was long, but they did eventually end up at their dorm room, which they left unlocked; there were on thieves on base, since no-one would dare. The interior was quiet and carpeted, with only a single bed and a door at the far end. It led into the bathroom, where another identical door sat on the opposite wall, leading into another dorm room; they had the privacy of their own bedrooms, but they were more or less linked. The two men had a habit of keeping the doors open during the day.

"You should probably shower," Locke suggested. "I barely worked up a sweat, but I can see from here you got your cardio in."

"Ugh, yeah," The canine muttered. "But I should finish that massage I gave you first."

Locke's eyebrows raised, and he kicked the door shut with a foot, giving them some privacy. None of the dorm rooms had cameras and, for all intents and purposes, they weren't due to be in the clock for another hour-- it was the little downtime they had in the middle of the week before they did their 'job'. Sensing a good opportunity, the wingless raven reaches down to grab the hem of his T-Shirt and he pulls it over his head, revealing a fairly slender form without a great deal of muscle definition-- all in good time.

He stepped across the room as Talbain watched from a distance, and flopped himself down onto his bed on his front, pulling the pillow under his chin and stretching his legs out entirely. He turned his head to the side and, with a hand, gesturing the canine over, as if he was ready. The German Shepherd didn't hesitate to approach, and for a moment he disappeared from view, heading further down the avian's body, before the bed creaked under their combined weight and he felt the canine's body atop his. The mass of the man's crotch pushed down against the avian's behind and the Raven couldn't help but coo quietly, appreciating the feeling as the canine rested himself down, reaching out with his hands and placing them on the avian's shoulders.

"Just relax." Talbain half-growled, half-commanded as he squeezed the muscles between his thumb and fingers, gently and slowly massaging them. Locke tucked both arms under his pillow and sighed, closing his eyes and relishing the sensations as the dull ache of his muscles faded and was replaced by an intoxicating pleasure. Those hands squeezed a little longer before they worked his way down their body, pressing digits turning into tight, firm knuckles as Talbain balled his fists and pressed in all the right places. The lower his hands moved, the more the canine squirmed to adjust, deliberately rolling his clothed crotch down against Locke's equally clothed cheeks-- the avian wasn't stupid, of course; he could feel the heat of the man's arousal, and the subtle yet pointed twitching of his loins. This wasn't the first time Locke had gotten a nice 'massage' from his friend since sharing a dorm room with him.

"How's that feel?" The canine murmured, his voice low and husky, pun intended. All Locke could do was hum his approval and he arched his back slightly as those hands travelled further down. They brushed with the waistband of the shorts he'd been wearing to work out in, and he could feel the canine plucking at them, wanting to take them off. For a moment, the heat and warmth of Talbain's body disappeared, and in that brief period of time, the canine tugged firmly enough to slide the Raven's shorts past his hips and down to his knees. There was a moment of quiet fumbling, and Locke didn't even bother to look; he knew what was coming.

He felt the heat of it moments later, the turgid, aching throbbing and nestled up against his cheeks and teased the base of his tail feathers. It grinded and smeared back and forth, and a prickling tingle of desire rushed up Locke's spine, all the way to the top of his head. He parted his beak to quietly moan his approval as the cock dragged back and the thick, ample tip wedged itself down against his cheeks, sliding into the crack between until it kissed with his entrance. Between Locke's body and the covers, his own steadily growing member twitched with anticipation, and whilst Talbain hesitated he wriggled his lips left and right, as if enticing him. The canine didn't need much more prompting, and he slowly slipped himself inside, pushing slowly yet measuredly until his pelvis touched with the Raven's ass.

"Mmh...how long has it been?" He murmured, kneading his hips down against the man as Locke lifted his head up, lidding his gaze and pursing his beak into a grimace.

"Like...a day." He remarked, and a chuckle escaped the canine's lips.

"That's way too long." He argued, easing his hips back and starting to thrust. Locke couldn't deny that it felt nice, almost as good as a massage, really-- the way the canine thrust into him prodded all the right parts inside him and sent a tingling rush of pleasure up his spine that often had him grunting with the good feelings of it all. His enjoyment helped Talbain get off, who was the kind of man who liked to be pleasured almost as much as he liked to please. Locke felt the weight of the man push down against his back and the man's arms wrapped around under the Raven's armpits, cuddling up against his chest as he pulled back and thrust with more gusto.

"God damn, Tal..." Locke murmured, his breathing low and heavy, mixed with arousal and physical exhaustion. "I love it when you get all cuddly like that."

The canine didn't respond, but that was normal; he often got into the zone when they were fucking, and Locke didn't hold it against him. Those once moderately paced thrusts quickly picked up speed and the lewd sounds of their name, thanks to Talbain's pre-cum, started to bounce around the small acoustics of the room, though the carpet and bland walls helped to soften the sounds and stop them from echoing. Locke was more of an auditory 'enjoyer', as it were; getting fucked was nice, but damn those sounds were hot as hell. They served to turn him on even more and his cock wildly twitched down against his bedsheets, rubbing slightly thanks to each hard thrust. Tal liked to get rough, and it felt good, honestly.

Like usual, he didn't last long. He'd been fucking the Raven for barely a couple of minutes before he started to huff harshly against Locke's head, and the avian knew what was coming. He clenched his cheeks and squeezed, gripping to every intruding, thrusting inch of that cock, and that was all Talbain needed to bust-- he plunged down and groaned, shuddering atop the avian's body as he pumped spurt after spurt into him, nuzzling his muzzle down against Locke's cheek.

"Oh fuck, I could kiss you..." He growled. "Damn that beak of yours."

"If you want me to feel good, you could always..." He trailed off as the canine perked up, and the avian's lidded gaze said it all. Talbain swung himself to the side mid-orgasm and Locke rolled by extension until the two of them were somehow squeezed together in that narrow single bed, side by side. Tal cocked a leg up to keep himself nice and spread as he pumped his load into the avian, but his outermost hand lewdly drifted down, caressing across the avian's side and down to his hip, before he curled inwards to those pressed legs.

Locke barely needed much to get off; the prostate stimulation had already brought him close. Just the touch of Talbain's hand against his smaller-than-average humanoid cock had him squirming, and he quietly squawked as the hand started to pump, stroking him from base to tip and peeling the foreskin back each time. Barely a handful of easy pumps later, where the side of Talbain's hand bounced gently of the avian's tucked-up package, Locke orgasmed-- he painted the front of his bedsheets with messy streaks of cum that oozed down and onto the canine's fingers with every other eager twitch, and by extension Locke's innards clamped and spasmed around that already spent cock inside him, causing it to pulse with delight, thankful for the attention.

"Oh fuck..." Locke sighed in bliss as the canine continued to stroke and coax out the last few remaining strings of his nut, and he giggled as Tal kissed along his neck and up to his cheek. "We should move out soon."

"We'd have to get married for that, and I don't think the higher-ups are gonna like gay dudes on-base." Talbain remarked quietly, and there was a steely tone to his voice that Locke knew wasn't directed at him.

"We could put ourselves on the list anyway and hope they get to us sooner, rather than later." Locke suggested. Off-base accommodation was usually fast-tracked for spouses, but not for the likes of them. It would take months before they might get anywhere, and rent would be tough if they weren't together...not that they wanted to be apart, anyway.

"I'll look into it," Talbain kissed against his neck. "Fancy another round before we have to work?"

"Don't you take, like, 10 minutes to cum again?"

"What, you don't like a little foreplay?"

"Oh, I do...well, go on then. My legs could do with massaging..."

"Say no more."