Ditched by Lucy Felthouse
Private Damien Stone is living in a
nightmare. He’s out on exercise on Salisbury Plain with Lance Corporal Michael
Scott—who also happens to be a huge pain in the arse. He’s a teacher’s pet who
seems to delight in bossing Stone around. But that’s not the real reason Stone
appears to dislike him so much. It’s because Stone—who’s bisexual—is seriously
attracted to his superior, but he can’t do anything about it, because Scott is
straight. Or is he?
Excerpt:
“This can’t be fucking right!” said Lance
Corporal Michael Scott, checking his map for the umpteenth time.
“I can assure you, Scott, that it fucking
is,” responded his colleague, Private Damien Stone. He nudged the other man,
pointed to a place on his own map, then raised his arm and indicated a rise in
the ground in the near distance.
“See, that’s that long barrow, so we are in
the right place.”
Looking at the barrow—one of the many on
Salisbury Plain—then down at the map, and finally at his compass, Scott had to
agree.
“So where the fuck are they, then?”
Stone had no answer for that one. He looked
up into the lightening sky, which in the distance was being slowly tinged with
pink, but saw no sign of their pick-up helicopter. Straining to hear even the
faintest sound of rotor blades, Stone remained silent. Hearing nothing, he
shrugged.
“Dunno. Perhaps we got the time wrong, or
something?”
“I hope not, otherwise they’ve gone without
us!”
“Nah. We’re early, if anything. The sun’s
only just coming up.”
Sighing, Scott stuffed his map and compass
into a pocket, and said, “Well, I guess we’d better find somewhere to shelter.
I don’t like the look of that.”
The that he was talking about was an
ominous-looking black cloud being buffeted in their direction by the wind,
which was picking up rapidly.
“With you on that one.”
On an unspoken command, the two of them
immediately split up and started to look around for somewhere they could keep
out of the wind and imminent rain. It wasn’t long before Scott shouted out, and
Stone immediately turned and headed in the direction of his colleague’s voice.
When Stone arrived, Scott had already
removed his backpack and dropped it into the ditch he’d found and was striding
down the slope to join it. Luckily, there’d been no rain over the past few days
so the ground was dry. If the coming rainstorm ended up being heavy, it was
entirely possible they’d get wet arses, but for now at least they’d be
reasonably comfortable.
Following his colleague’s example, Stone
shrugged off his pack. Turning, he saw that Scott was standing with his arms
out, ready to catch it. Tossing it, he gave a curt nod of thanks before heading
down into the ditch.
Once there, he saw that some scrub covered
a couple of sizeable rocks, meaning that they would at least be able to sit
down. It would have to rain pretty damn hard for the water level in the ditch
to get as high as the top of the rocks, so they’d be all right until the
chopper arrived.
He hoped.
About Lucy:
Lucy is a graduate of the University of
Derby, where she studied Creative Writing. During her first year, she was dared
to write an erotic story - so she did. It went down a storm and she's never
looked back. Lucy has had stories published by Cleis Press, Constable and
Robinson, Decadent Publishing, Ellora's Cave, Evernight Publishing, House of
Erotica, Ravenous Romance, Resplendence Publishing, Sweetmeats Press and Xcite
Books. She is also the editor of Uniform Behaviour, Seducing the Myth, Smut by
the Sea and Smut in the City. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join
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