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spit-shine : winnix smut

summary: Winters is spit-shining his boots in his office, Lewis interrupts, smut ensues.

warnings: SMUT (+18), messy blowjob, spit kink?, Winters is a service top but let's himself be a sub because he needs to relax.

a/n: This is crossposted on my ao3 (eventually), please be aware that this is some mildly kinky smut, that rides the line of dom/sub dynamics and also a vague smutty military kink? anyway, enjoy!

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Cleanliness.

Something the army- and therefore, Dick- valued highly. Cleanliness of your hair, uniform, your rifle inside and out, and of course, your boots. Boots that should reflect the sun and blind your enemies.

‘A good way to pass the time.’ had been the words spoken to him in officers' school, and had been Dick’s go-to when the teadiusness off writing field reports and signing paperwork became too much. He sits on the edge of his alcove bed in the attic of some house in Holland that had been seized for a series of offices and bedrooms.

The tops of his boots shine, gleaming as he rubs a browned cloth over the brown leather of his jump boots, placing it down to get started on the other.

He spits and starts to wipe away the dust and mud that’s built up after a few days out in the field. The grime washes away just as all thoughts of battles, as Winters lets himself focus on the mundane task, and the thoughts of gunfire, blood, and keeping his boys out of harm's way, all fade into the single thought, ‘A clean soldier is a god soldier.’

The quiet of the attic isn’t around for long, the door below opening and shutting with a slam as heavy footsteps creak up the stairs, a mop of messy black hair peeking over the half wall before Lewis Nixon appears in all his glory.

The man goes right for Dick’s footlocker, already mumbling to himself as he unlocks the mental container and throws the top open.

“Lew.” Dick greets, rubbing at a particularily rough spot of mud right on the heel.

“Hi.” He grunts back. He’s rummaging through his locker, shoving aside his perfectly packed clothes, letters, and extra uniform clothes, until his hand wraps around the cool glass of the scotch bottle.

Flask in hand, Lewis uses his perfectly white teeth to turn the cap on the bottle, spitting it onto the small dresser and carefully filling the metal flask.

Winters watches for a moment, his eyes raking over the man, the broad shoulders and thick waist covered by his billowing uniform, cinched at the waist and bloused at the calves. Hiding unassuming muscle and hard-earned strength that he rarely shows, working behind that office desk.

Spilling only a drop, Nix brings his thumb ot his mouth, sucking the side of it and turning to Winters to properly look at the man.

Said man quickly turns back to his boots, the tips of his ears turning a warm pink at the smirk he can feel Lewis giving him, ‘caught in the act.’

It’s not often Winters lets himself indulge in looking. Every look at Lewis that isn’t directly in the eye feels too intimate, too voyeuristic, and pleasurable that he has to save it for the dark of the night, the quiet moments after sex, when Lewis is asleep, and he can look freely. His fingers ghosting over him like a visage that may disappear if he presses his fingers too hard, like trying to touch smoke from Nix’s usual cigarette.

“Thought you were supposed to be writing reports?” His voice was a knowing drawl as he puts the bottle back in Dick’s footlocker and closes the top, clicking the lock shut.

“Thought you were supposed to be cutting down.” Winters teases back, a joke they both know isn’t true, and most likely won’t ever be.

Nix laughs warmly, taking a draw from his flask and licking a small drop from his lips as he twists the cap back on. The redhead’s eyes caught the movement and lingered on the plush pink of Lewis’s mouth.

Taking a few short strides to the alcove Nix flops down on the bed behind Dick, the hard mattress barely giving under the weight of the grown man, but at least it’s more comfortable than the ground or an army cot.

“Did you finish?

“What?” Winters’ freckles disappear for a moment as his cheeks flush a soft pink, feeling caught once again as he tears his eyes away from the man’s mouth.

“The reports, Dick. Are you that efficient?” The dark-haired man smiles knowingly, his lips curling into a cattish smile, the flickering of his canines letting Dick know that there’s a hint of something else in his tone.

He rolls his eyes affectionately and turns back to his boots, spitting onto the toe and rubbing it with the cloth.

“I got bored, needed to step away.”

“Uh-huh.” Lewis lets his eyes linger over the long line of Winters’ back, the broad man curled in on himself to get some leverage as he rubs at the mud on the worn jump boots. “So you’re spit-shining your boots, again.”

“‘A clean soldier is a good soldier.’” He repeats the mantra from officer’s school, making Lewis laugh again.

“Jesus, been a long time since I heard that one.” His laughter makes Winters smile, a warm ball of light growing in his chest at the familiar sound, one that’s become less frequent in the present days.

They’re quiet for a while. Lewis, lying on Winters’ bed, his breathing slow. Dick sitting on the edge by his legs, spitting onto the leather and rubbing until it’s shining. The room is warm, the last warmth of October rising into the attic room, and the small alcove bed helping keep their body heat in as they sit close, Lewis’ leg pressing against the bottom of Winters’ back.

They’re quite the image. Total opposites dragged together by war, and finding… something, together.

Even just knowing that Nix is behind him, the soft sound of his breathing and the solid press of his warm leg against him, makes all the thought’s from Dick’s head focus on the dark haired man. Focusing on his warmth, his breathing, the scent of cigarettes, vague scotch, and the army-issued soap he occasionally covers up with rich cologne.

Lewis, on the other hand, has never been more focused in his entire life. Watching the way Winters’ hands move and press, wiping away the dirt, strong fingers using the blunt of his nails to pick at the more solid flecks of mud buildup. But mostly, Lewis Nixon is focused on the way Winters hollows his cheek to gather saliva before spitting onto the leather, biting his lip to catch the small dribble that catches on the pale pink.

Winters has finished his second boot and lines it up next to his first, placing them uniformly near the bottom of the bed.

“Want to do mine next?”

Dick startles, not even realizing that Lewis was still awake, let alone watching him as he worked. His head whips around to the man, who’s propped himself up onto his elbows, his eyes dark and hair hanging over his forehead as he watches the redhead.

“What?” His throat is dry, and he licks his lips nervously, an action that gets watched like a hawk by Lewis.

“You’re so bored, and value cleanliness so much,” He raises a leg and brings it up over Winters’ head until a dirty boot lands in his lap, the heel barely brushing his slowly stiffening cock. “I bet it just kills you to see these on a fellow Captain.” Lewis’s voice is rough, and his gaze unwavering as he watches the redhead, his eyes drooped.

Winters stares at the man further up the bed. The dark look makes his cheeks heat and drop into a deep pink that hides his freckles. He can feel the need to shift as the length in his pants gets stiffer, his pants feeling all too tight as Lew moves his heel just right so he catches the sensitive tip through his fatigues, making Dick bite his lip and huff through his nose. Slowly, Winters’ turns to the boot in his lap; build up mud, surely thickened by rain and blood, coats the leather, dust running up the laces and to where his pants are bloused, staining it all a slightly lighter shade than it was upon arrival to Holland.

He feels himself twitch in his pants at the thought of cleaning Lew’s boots, the scene in his head is dirty, embarrassing, and…

Winters slowly runs his hand up the leg of the shorter man until his palm his cupping the back of his calf. He lifts Nix’s leg just enough that he can slip from the edge of the bed onto the wood floor.

Dick’s hands are warm through the fabric of Lewis’ pants, and almost warm enough that he can feel the heat through the back of his ankle as Winters takes hold of his left foot, placing it in his lap as he kneels in front of Lew. It takes everything in Lewis not to groan as he moves to sit upright in front of Winters, allowing his foot to drop its weight right onto the man’s covered crotch.

Winters’ breath hitches, and he squeezes his eyes shut, trying not to moan as the pressure hits his crotch, making his toes tingle.

Looking up at Nix, Winters waits for a moment, looking him in the dark, depthless brown eyes that have been blown out into almost pure black as he looks down at Winters.

With the smallest nod the higher man gives Dick permission, and, Christ, he could cum just from the sight of Winters raising his foot and hollowing his cheeks as he rolls a wad of spit around his mouth. Slowly, he parts his lips just enough that the spit falls from his lips in a long line, catching the low light of the oil lamps scattered through the room.

The spit lands on the top of Lewis’ boot with the softest splat, which Lewis moans loudly and unabashed at. His cock strains against his ODs and when Winters starts rubbing at the boot, spreading the spit in a shiny circle and wiping away the dirt, he feels a tingle of arousal shoot right from his toes to his crotch.

Winters focuses on the dark man above him. Lewis’s breath hitching and his hand going to palm himself over his uniform, as he cleans Nix’s boot in some odd pantomime that reminds him of the painting of Jesus washing Judas’s feet, which hangs in the church in his hometown.

Rolling another, larger wad of saliva around his mouth, Winters feels his cheeks go hot, and he has to resist reaching up to pop the next few buttons of his uniform, not wanting to stop this ritual of care and arousal by any means.

Spitting the glob of saliva with a hard push, it lands on Nix’s boot and splats all over, some dripping off the side and leaving a streak of clean brown among the dust and dirt.

“Fuck, Dick, you’re doing so good.” Nix praises above him, making Winters want to finish and do a good job at cleaning his boots- ‘I’ll do that later.’ He promises himself, focusing on forming the next wad of spit, and suddenly, also focusing on the wet tip of Lewis’s cock as he pulls it out of the fly of his trousers, thumbing it and spreading the beads of wetness, his stomach tightening as he grunts.

Nix leans forward and gently wraps his fingers through Winters’ hair, pulling him to release his grip on his foot and calf, and lean closer to the pulsing cock in front of him.

“Come on, handsome.” Nix teases lovingly, meaning the compliment but also knowing just what it does to Winters. “You gonna be good and spit-shine it for me?”

Winters nods, his brain short-circuiting at the thought of sucking Nix off.

“Maybe, if you’re good, you can use my boot.” He purrs, watching how Dick’s eyes go from black to frankly a little stupid, like every thought has been pushed from his tired mind and all that matters now is doing a good enough job and sucking cock, that he gets even half the pleasure he is looking to give.

He opens his mouth and it’s already filled with enough spit that some drips over Winters’ soft lip and onto the side of Lewis’ member, the man hissing at the obscene sight and warmth of the redhead’s breath.

Winters’ mouth is hot and slick, his cheeks hollowing on memory the moment his lips wrap around Lewis’ cock, moaning softly at the salty taste of his precum.

Nix, on the other hand, nearly jumps out of his skivvies at the tight, wet warmth and his grip on Winters’ hair gets tighter, quickly guiding the redhead further down until he gags softly, and coarse black hairs prickling at his nose, making his eyes water.

“Shit- God, Dick, you’re so fuckin’ good at this.” Lewis puffs hot breaths, his face scrunching in pleasure as he tries to keep some decorum, and stifle his moans and sharp hisses. Dick doesn’t make it easy for Nix, he swirls his tongue around the salty tip of his cock and hollows out his cheeks in intervals. Sometimes he parts his lips just enough that drips and strings of spit can pass between the puffy lips, and leave sticky tendrils along his mouth and Lewis’ cock, other times his lips are locked around him and sucking, swallowing around him like he’s trying to pull an orgasm right out of Nix.

Lewis lets his head tilt back, his hand roughly messing up Dick’s perfect, clean hair, and he gets lost in the familiar warmth and building of an orgasm that’s deep in his stomach, ready to burst.

“Look so fuckin’ good down there, pretty mouth all over me like you just can’t resist.” Nix purrs down, dark, almost black eyes meeting the innocent blue or the man below him.

The words Lewis spits so easily make Dick’s cheeks flush a deep pink, and make his cock twitch more than he’d like to admit. But the hand running through his hair, making the shortest parts stick up, and the longer front pieces go in every direction, helps keep the man grounded as he feels that familiar hazy warmth wash over him. The warmth of letting everything fade into the background, except Lewis, never the man whom he loves so, he will always, always be at the front of Winters’ mind, whether in the battlefield, or in the bedroom, it’s always Nix, Nix, Nix.

“Dick- Dick I- I- Jesus Christ!” Lew gasps, his moans turning to breathy grunts as his high gets closer. He wants to say it to Winters, tell him how he feels and lay his heart bare, but not here, not like this. Instead he says, “Anywhere.” Anywhere you go, I’ll be right behind you. Anywhere you want me, I’ll come. Any way you head, that’s where I’ll be.

Dick looks at him with fluttering eyes, his lashes brushing over soft, pink cheeks as that wave of loving warmth washes over him. He squeezes Lew’s thigh tight and sucks hard.

Lewis can feel the orgasm coming, building faster and faster, Winters’ mouth moving as far as he can down the shaft before pulling almost all the way off. And Winters can feel it too, Lew’s member twitching and spurting more salty precum over Winters’ tongue.

He looks up at the dark-haired officer, his hands holding his thighs tight, nearly digging his nails in to keep Lew from ducking up into his mouth. Blue eyes meet brown- almost black with pleasure, brows set and daring him to cum, to show that he’s done a good job, that he’s needed, wanted for more than just reports and spit-shining boots.

“Dick- God- F-Fuck!” Nix curses loudly, fingers clenching strands of copper red hair as his cock pulses, pumping stripes of hot cum down Winters’ throat.

Winters feels the heat hit the back of his throat, and it takes everything in him not to pull off instantly. When his mouth is full and Lew lets go of his hair, petting through it instead of holding, Winters can pull off, reaching for a handkerchief from his desk and spitting the load into it, clearing his mouth out, though the salty taste stays behind.

When Winters turns back to Nix, he’s lying back with his eyes closed, breathing evening out slowly as his cock softens and lays limply against his stomach. He shakily steps over to him and lies next ot him in the small alcove, grabbing his legs to swing them properly onto the bed, curling into his side.

“Jesus, Dick you’re… you’re too good at that.” He compliments, turning his head and letting his eyes crack open, hazy and warm as they run over Dick’s face, cheeks warm.

Winters smiles and leans over him, slotting their lips together slowly and gently peaking his tongue between the brunette’s lips. Lew moans softly at the taste of himself on Dick’s tongue, eagerly giving him access, letting tongues swirl together before pulling back, a little string of spit connecting the two.

“Did- Did you, you know… cum?” Lew’s eyes are a little nervous at the thought of Winters doing something and not getting the same pleasure that he was giving.

“Yeah, when you were, I uh- your boot moved and caught me and I-... yes I did.” He shyly admits, the feel of Nix’s boot pressing against his hard cock fresh in his mind and making him warm from his cheeks, down to his crotch in his messy skivvies.

Lewis smiles and nods, running a hand gently through the messy red hair of the man pressed against him. “Good. I’m staying here tonight.” He grumbles, rolling over to snuggle into Dick’s chest, arms wrapping around his middle and face nuzzling under his jaw, pressing a few small kisses before sighing happily, sated and warm in the arms of his lover.

“Night, Dick.”

“Night, Nix.”

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