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All In a Day’s Work - Passing Time Part 1

11:19 Tim_Sterling: I give Rod an amused smile as he starts to lose his cool. He always was hot headed. Never thought things through. Me, I never lose my cool. I adjust my assault rifle, which unlike Rod, I actually took the time to figure out how it works, how to keep it from jamming, and all the rest.

But don't get me wrong, Rod was a useful lad to have at your side. He was fucking fearless, and that had gotten us out of more scrapes than I care to think about. He was the brawn... I was the brains of this outfit.

"Think about it Rod... you go and shoot the goose that lays the golden egg and those Coppers are gonna change their tune. I told ya mate, they only care about their 'image'. As long as we don't do anything to smear their rap, they are gonna be like putty in our hands. But if you want to put a fire under their ass, you can drag one of them poor sods in front of the security camera and make a few idle threats. You know, go all fucking thug style, threaten to blow out his brains if they don't give us our pizza and blankets. Just don't pull the trigger, and we are gold."

11:19 Rod_Davis: Tim is a solid mate, but fuck, his attitude gets under my skin sometimes. He's always playing like he's god's fucking gift to mankind.

But ... he gets results. So I tend to listen to him. But he irritates me. Fucking arrogant wanker. I snarl, turn and grab some sniveling over-pampered, fancy dressed up bank manager, and drag his ass in front of the security camera that we've been using to send demands to the plod. I point the barrel of the assault rifle against his head. My finger is on the trigger, and I snarl into the camera, "Get us some fucking pizza and blankets like we asked in the next five minutes... or I waste this fat fuck."

20:12 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: I smile at Sam. “As long as you don’t repeat that when the bizzies are listening in. Right.”

“Or no wine for you.”

Picking the pizza boxes back up I head back into the main room.

5:14 DSU_March: “Hey, kid.. Have the soldiers dealt with you?”

1:15 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: “Oh yeah,” I say looking at him. “They’re good lads. I thought about joining the army. But didn’t. Seemed too much like work. Could have joined the police though.”

5:56 DSU_March: “Well. Being in the police is also hard work. When you go over. We will have you covered. You’re to take over the pizza and blankets which are on the table there. Over to them. You’re to then come straight back across the road in a straight line and then you can be on your way once the soldiers have removed your stuff. Make sure you try and get a good look inside while you’re handing the stuff over.”

1:15 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: Stupid copper as if I’d join them. I have a, thankfully sealed, record. I pick up the blankets before heading across to the bank grabbing my bike before dropping it off outside the bank and knocking on the door.

“It’s Thomas. From deliveroo. I have some pizza for you. And blankets from the police blokes across the road.”

I knock on the door again and lean against the frame of it waiting then I knock again. “Hello. Deliveroo. From Martini’s.”

20:12 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: 5:45 DSU March walked in to where Laurie and Sam where. “Down to the two of you. Others off sleeping I suppose. Right. Show us what the pizza guy is seeing.”

5:45 DSU_March: One of the other officers walked into the room’ “superintendent. They’re threatening one of the hostages. Looks like they really mean it.”

11:19 Cpl_Laurie_Dow: Laurie looked up from the Small tv screen. “We can go in and deal with this right now. We can get the hostages out safely.”

5:32 DSU_March: “They won’t shoot them. The pizza guy will deliver the food and they will calm down. Then tomorrow we can get back to discussing their requirements. They will wear down eventually without a shoot out on the high street!”

09:01 Corporal_Sam_Mason: It is only with monumental effort that I keep myself from bursting out into inappropriate laughter as I listen to Tommy give the clueless DSU a rasher of shit. He was a master of the backhanded insult. A true master.

But I keep my face straight as the DSU walks in and starts peeking over my shoulder. Though I feel a brief, hot desire to wring his fucking neck when he made that comment about the others sleeping. But not now.

There wasn't much to see right now... just a view of the side door to the bank, and Tommy's fist knocking on it.

Then, another officer walks in and gives us an update. I figured they had a feed on the Bank's CCTV. Laurie makes a most sensible proposal. I shake my head at the DSU's stubborn refusal to end this now. This was trouble. Trouble with a capital T.

11:19 Rod_Davis: I sit there snarling at the camera. And then, as if by magic, there is a knock at the side door. I snarl over at Tim, "See, they were fucking playing us. You just have to be tough."

11:19 Tim_Sterling: I nearly start to laugh as I saunter over to the side door. There was no fucking way that the Plod had waited for us to threaten one of the hostages before deciding to have the pizza guy knock on the door. I glance behind, Baxter, Pratt, and Sheldon were standing guard over the huddled hostages. They were good lads in a fight, but weren't good for much else. They were even more fucking hopeless than Rod. But they jumped when I said jump and shot what I told them to shoot. In fact, they had more experience with guns than clueless Rod. Rod had more pep though. More initiative. Which wasn't always a good thing. But it was Sheldon's mafia connections that had gotten us our five assault rifles. Suddenly I had a thought... Did Rod engage the safety on his assault rifle? Probably not. I'm pretty sure he didn't listen when that mobster had told us how to use the assault rifles.

As I opened the door to let in the pizza guy, an ordinary little runt, carrying a stack of pizzas and blankets. I jerk my head over towards a bank manager's desk, "Put the pizzas and the blankets over on that table."

He looked utterly gormless. Harmless little fuck. I could tell in a single glance he was totally clueless. He didn't even have the fucking brains to be afraid of my assault rifle pointed at his face. I had him pegged. I was good at reading people. No one fooled me.

10:04 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: I put the pizzas down on the table from the deliveroo box and then put the blankets over the table as well, scanning around and looking at the hostages and the location of the guys with the guns as I did so.

"This is the first time I've ever delivered to a bank robbery. Think I'll be on Youtube?" I say as I continue to put the pizza boxes down. "I should have opened a pizza box outside, old man Martini would have been really impressed by getting his boxes on the news."

I show Sam the locations of the hostages as I put the boxes down, five tangos, twelve xrays. Three holding their guns on the hostages, not doing much, they're muscle, doing their jobs, the bog standard criminal soldiers. Two others, one calm, one brandishing an assault rifle as if it was a penis extension. Calm one wouldn't rise to much.

I take my phone... well the Deliveroo's guy's phone from the holster on the jacket and pulled it out and walked over to the penis extension guy. "There you go, all the pizzas delivered. Can you sign here please? You press the Green button at the bottom if you'd like to leave a tip... although since you're in a bank, I'll also accept cash, it's not like Deliveroo will know is it?"

"I've got an instagram, 45 followers on it," I keep talking as my camera points at him, which should help the police with identification if they needed to. "Don't suppose I could get a selfie with you, it's about my job, and fuck me you're the most exciting people I've delivered to... except that one day when I delivered to a film set that the catering truck had broken down on, I managed to get a glimpse of Ariana Grande... Ariana FUCKING Grande... I didn't quite get a picture of her though, security said I wasn't allowed, and ... yeah you'd be the first real celebrities on the instagram... "

I take the phone back and turn it around and without waiting I flick the camera on and take a picture of the two of us, making a big thumbs up on the screen as I have Rod next to me.

5:45 DSU_March: "What... in the actual fuck is that guy doing... is he a fucking moron? Get him out of there."

11:19 Cpl_Laurie_Dow: "How would you suggest we do that Detective? We put a camera and microphone on him, we didn't give him an earbud, he was only going to the door." Actually that was almost true, we gave him an inner ear bone resonator which was invisible to the outside, even needed a magnet to get out of the ear canal. But I why would we put expensive equipment in a pizza boy who had been only going up to the door. Makes no sense. Plus I didn't want plod to know that.

17:56 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I do my best to ignore the DSU staring over my shoulder, as I switch into work mode. My focus hones to a razor edge and I take in every detail coming in over my earbud and the video from Tommy. He makes sure to give me a view of the interior of the bank, and I catch the location of the five tangos and twelve xrays.

I instantly note their positions, consulting the map of the NatWest branch, planning at least a dozen ways we could quickly storm the bank and finish off the tangos with minimal risk to the xrays. But I'm sure Laurie has that well in hand.

He plays those idiots like the muppets they are, with a masterly skill that does me proud. He worms his way deeper into the bank, charms those ego-driven fuckers like a champ. Instagram.... damn, he was good.

He even manages to take a selfie with the angry looking one. Fucking epic.

The stupid waste of space, the DSU, opens his pie hole again, spouting more shite. He needs to shut up. But Laurie puts him in his place. I keep my focus on the video and audio feed.

Then, one of the xrays speaks up, the calm one. I frown.

11:19 Rod_Davis: The smell of hot pizza is like a fucking godsend. I'm starving. Took the plod fucking long enough. The pizza boy drops the pizza and blankets down, then he saunters over to me. I puff my chest up a bit, keeping my big fucking gun pointed at the sniveling bank manager's head.

I've got a fucking gun, and that fucking pizza boy better respect it. He gives me his phone, and I look at him bewildered, is he fucking kidding me?

He goes on, and suddenly, he is standing next to me taking a selfie. He's gonna put me on instagram? Holding a gun to this fat slob's head? Sweet. I start to smile. This kid knew a big man when he saw one. We were gonna be fucking celebrities.... bigger than Ariana Grande... whoever the fuck that was.

But it didn't matter, cause we'd be bigger than her.

"Yeah? Instagram huh? Fuck, that's sweet." I give the camera a big thumbs up.

11:19 Tim_Sterling: I roll my eyes as the gormless young deliveroo guy goes all hero worship on Rod. Unbelievable. Rod was sucking it up. I shake my head, and turn to the pizzas. I open the boxes, starting to check out the goods.

I frown, "Hey,this pepperoni pizza has onions on it... we specifically asked not to add the fucking onions."

11:19 Rod_Davis: My head whips around at Tim's words. My temperature starts to rise, as I feel red hot rage bubble up in my throat. I will only eat pepperoni pizza. And I fucking hate, FUCKING hate onions. I shout out, "WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCKING FUCK? FUCKING ONIONS? I HATE FUCKING ONIONS!!" My hands clench I'm so fucking hangry.

My hand accidently pulled on the trigger of the assault rifle that I was pointing at that fat fucking bank manager.

There was a loud ass noise, near deafening. Something red and wet suddenly splashed on my face. I turn my head, still enraged. And I stopped in shock... the fucking bank manager.... didn't have what you would call a head anymore. I felt sick.

I mean, I'd killed men before, but only with a knife.. and there wasn't so much brains... fuck me....

11:19 Tim_Sterling: Suddenly, I get very alert as the fucking idiot Rod, who I knew didn't put his safety on, throws a temper tantrum and blows off the bank manager's head. My eyes narrow, and I raise my rifle.

Well fuck. That dumbfuck just shot the golden goose. This was going to get brutal. I snarled, raising my assault rifle, and pointing it at the pizza boy, "Get the fuck over there with the others." I wave him towards the other cowering hostages, who were pissing and moaning in terror as Rod blows the brains out of that fucking bank manager.

I snarl at Rod, "Why the FUCK did you have to go and do that? Now you've fucking ruined everything."

23:22 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: The uniform is now covered in bank manager blood and at least i don’t need to fucking pander to these twats any more.

I sit down with the hostages and look at them and then back to the robbers.

5:56 DSU_March: “He shot someone because of onions. That fucking pizza place will not get any fucking orders again.”

4:33 Cpl_Laurie_Dow: “seriously. You’re seriously fucking blaming a pizza place.” He almost didn’t know what to say. “At this point we’ve got a situation where you’re now on the spot. There’s blood on your hands already. How much more is fucking pizza and blankets going to get you when your fucking pizza just got someone killed.”

“Get the fuck out of my room and come back when you’ve found your bollocks or your brain. I’ll fucking take either.”

5:56 DSU_March: “you can’t talk to me like that. Ill phone your colonel and complain!”

4:33 Cpl_Laurie_Dow: “If he raises his voice to me. I’d be fucking surprised. He’d probably give me a fucking medal for patience,” and he pushed the policeman out of the room.

“God give me fucking strength.”

“Sam? Thoughts?”

08:42 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I watch with disgust as the idiot blows out the bank manager's brains. I can tell by the expression on his face, that look of shock, that he didn't even do it on purpose. He doesn't know the first thing about handling his weapon. These are a fucking bunch of idiots.

And these dick-less, spineless wankers have tried to pander to them? Well, look where that got them.

And now he's actually trying to blame the death of that poor sod on the pizza place? Like hell. It's a good thing Laurie is handling him, because I wouldn't have been nearly as diplomatic. I would have bashed his fucking face in.

I focus back on the video feed and tune out that walking tub of jelly. I'm thinking furiously of something far more important, how to get Tommy out of there, keep the rest of the hostages alive, and kill those fuckers. Though, they might just solve the problem for us and accidentally shoot each other.

I catch Laurie's question and don't hesitate rattling off what I thought was the best approach. "Have Jamie get sight on the cool cucumber, the leader, through the front window here." I point at the blueprint of the NatWest branch. "Lots of cover across the street to move in place undetected. Then, he blows the brains out of their leader, and that's the signal for you and I. I can set myself in position on the roof here," I point to the spot on the roof near the front of the building.

"Easy enough to scale the rear of this place. You can position yourself near the side door the pizza boy used."

"I'll rappel off the roof, swing in through the shattered window, and draw their fire, and more importantly, give them something more important to think about then killing hostages. Then, while I've got their attention, you can breach the side door. Tommy will take them from the rear. They'll be fucking dead in seconds, and we'll have time for tea and biscuits."

4:33 Cpl_Laurie_Dow: Laurie gets the detective out of the room and takes a deep breath. "Fuck I hate the police."

"If Tommy is looking at the guy and a point in the room, Jamie can probably even do it if he can't see him if we know where he's standing."

"But... we need to make sure that plod don't end up blaming the bank manager's death on us by the way... not that I'm paranoid but that guy's a cock-end... grab the few seconds of footage of the guy shooting him and stick it on a USB will you... just in case."

"I'm going to phone a journalist I know, we're at a stage now of someone has to force that cocksucker to send us in... the journalists don't know the bank manager has been killed... so I'll leak it to them. Put some pressure on them to actually fucking do something."

"You go and get ready, find a way to scale the building, get kitted up. No grenades of any type though. It's going to be on TV, and we can't be seen to have any casualties due to them being disorientated and opening fire on hostages."

"Tell Tommy that he needs to warn us if any of them leave the room."

19:37 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I nod at Laurie, "Smart thinking. Let me capture that little exchange around the manager's death..." I fish around with the video feed, rewind it, snip a clip that captures what we need, and save it off on to a USB drive.

"I'll be ready in a jiffy. Just need to load out my rappelling gear."

I raise Tommy, "We are coming in. I'll stay wired to your audio. You need to let us know if anyone leaves the room. We are going to use you to spot for Jamie so he can take out that cool-headed one, the guy who is in charge to start the fireworks off."

11:19 Rod_Davis: I'm fucking shaking.... gonna be sick. I was starving, but now I've got this fuckwads brains and blood all over me. And... I've never seen the inside of a man's head before... only the blood from a stab wound. Not this ... I start to shake violently. I look over at Tim, suddenly seizing on rage. Way better than thinking about the inside of that fucker's head all over me.

"I didn't FUCKING do it on purpose you asshole!!!"

11:19 Tim_Sterling: My eyes are ice cold as I stride over to Rod, he's all over guts and gore. Fucking disgusting. I reach out, without answering, and engage the safety on his assault rifle. Then, I turn to look at the terrified hostages. "Those mother fucking Coppers are gonna have to do something now, thanks to your itchy finger, Rod. We need to get ready. We need to use those bastards as meat shields if they come in after us. Which they are almost certainly gonna try now. We need to get ourselves behind them."

22:33 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: I am sitting with the hostages now. I hate having to pretend to be scared. It’s not something which is in my nature. I wasn’t scared. Just annoyed that the guy was an idiot.

I say quietly under my breath. “Expecting something. Going to use hostages as shields.” I say quietly as I scan around the room. They’re expecting the police to come in.

The SAS will be better trained. But the risk to the hostages was more now even with us. If they’re being used as shields.

09:37 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Fuck. I listen to Tommy's reply. I catch Laurie before he leaves the room. "We should have killed that cool-headed one already... He's a smart bastard, they are planning on using the hostages as shields. I think he realized they crossed a line, and trouble is coming. We might have to adjust our plan a bit."

"We need to take out their leader. If we get the right angle, we can get sight on him without hurting the hostages... Jamie's good. Then, with them distracted by his death, we can come up with a way to get the other maniacs away from the hostages."

4:33 Cpl_Laurie_Dow: Laurie sympathises with Sam’s comments but being in command doesn’t allow him to always say what he thinks. “Sadly shooting him before the police give us the way is murder. Shooting afterwards is just a job. But the bank manager would be alive if the police had listened.”

“We can’t just take him out though. Even with police permission. Not without a good plan Sam as if we shoot him and we’re not ready to take the others out. Then they have time to kill the hostages.”

“Or at least shoot some of them. And it’s out job to protect them. So we need to find a way to do that. We kill and we need to be in position to take them all out.”

“So everything needs to go off in a few seconds. You do the plan. I’m going to get us fucking permission to do something.”

Laurie heads outside and shouts. “WE COULD HAVE FUCKING HAD THIS DONE IF YOU HADNT FUCKED UP A FUCKING PIZZA ORDER PLOD!” Loud enough to catch the ear of a journalist outside the police area of the hotel he was sure.

He walked over to March. “Right. You either give us permission to fix your fuck up or I phone my colonel and get him to come down here from Hereford and turn up with half the regiment in front of the cameras outside and then who will look like a prick.”

5:45 DSU_March: the policeman turned red and looked at Laurie. “You’re not in command here. I decide who goes where.”

4:33 Cpl_Laurie_Dow: “Actually you get to say if we go into the bank or not. You can’t fucking tell me where my men go. You can’t stop them heading outside. You can’t stop them talking to a journalist. Getting pizza. Explaining that they’re waiting for the police to stop pansying around and faffing. And you certainly can’t stop me from fucking explaining how your incompetence in ordering pizza got a fucking man killed you fat waste of human flesh. Pull your finger out of your backside and fucking make a fucking choice or get someone here who isn’t a fucking pansy arse faggot waste off fucking oxygen.”

Laurie turned and headed back inside. “Well. Let’s see if that gets us anywhere.”

09:07 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Laurie is technically right. It would be murder... but fuck... on the battlefield, you just do what you fucking have to do. But here, working with the police, we are hamstrung by all these laws and regulations. It fucking sucks. I could never be a cop. Especially knowing that if we don't kill their leader, more people are likely to die.

I hate doing things by the fucking book. It's a good think Laurie is in charge.

I grunt in acknowledgement, and race up towards Tommy's room, where I'd left my kit. I grab my rappelling gear, attach it to my tactical belt, and for good measure, grab my second Glock, and stick it in my rear holster, between my shoulder blades, and a second combat knife, sticking it in my boot sheath. Now, I'm ready. My assault rifle is strapped to my back, and I race out of the building, posh guests looking horrified as a fully armored and armed SAS Commando charges past them with a face looking like stone.

The cops down in the lobby look startled, and one of them shouts at me, but I ignore him. I barrell out of the back entrance. I remember the map of the area, and dart around the corner of the hotel. The kit is heavy, a good 50 kilos of battle armour and weapons, but I'm fit as fuck, and I train to move fast loaded down.

I dart across the street, and into a back alley, then come up to the rear of the NatWest branch. It's easy as pie to scale the back, using my grappling hook to catch on the parapet, smoothly rappelling up, my hard muscles flexing and rippling with combat-forged power, pulling my body up to the roof.

Placing every foot with care, flowing across the roof, I reach the front of the ceiling. I radio Laurie, "In position here. Waiting for your signal."

11:19 Tim_Sterling: I move towards the hostages, 11 of them now, stepping over the bloody, ruined mess of the former bank manager. I'm fucking raging inside. That idiot Rod has ruined everything. Fucking ruined everything. Instead of a nice, easy walk in the park, now everything is gonna get messy.

As I move behind the hostages, I snarl at Rod, "You fucking IDIOT. Focus. Stay focused. Things are gonna get fucking hot now." I turn towards Baxter, Pratt, and Sheldon, "Pick a hostage. Hold them in front of you. They are your fucking shield. The Plod won't shoot the hostages, they are your lifeline." I reach down and grab one at random, the pizza boy will do, he'll be my meat shield. "Rod, you pick one too."

11:08 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: Using people as a shield only works against untrained ... or not decently trained. Plod probably would have some drama with it since they'll probably end up shooting the hostages.

I stand up as the guy comes near me. "Hey... I mean I'm not even meant to be here ... right ... I'm on your side in this, bank managers suck. I got turned down for a loan once and they're fucking cheap as fuck."

Better to use me than another person, that was a good thing, this person was the most dangerous.

"You're like the boss person here, I thought it was the other guy, soz." Telling Sam that I was being marked by the leader. I can happily deal with this one.

4:33 Cpl_Laurie_Dow: "I'll be at the door in 2 minutes Sam... just getting a go signal... Had a word with that journalist friend of mine, in return for exclusives... in around 2 minutes they're will be a large van cutting off vision from the journalists outside the cordon.. use that to do the explosive entry."

11:28 Corporal_Sam_Mason: "Copy that." I let Corporal Laurie know that I get his message. I'm monitoring the audio from Tommy, and give a sigh of relief. The boss man has chosen Tommy to be his meat shield. That was perfect. When the time came, Tommy would take care of him.

That was one less thing to worry about. I pass this on to Laurie, "Tommy was selected to be the leader's meat shield."

Now, it was all about waiting for the signal. I felt myself enter a zone of crystal clear calm, the calm before the storm. The calm before I unleashed a savage shit ton of violence on those mother fuckers, pretending that they were the fucking Coppers who made this way tougher than it should have been.

11:19 Tim_Sterling: I look at the pizza boy, amused, momentarily forgetting how fucking irritated I was at Rod. He was so totally gormless, he thought this was all just some kind of reality tv show. "Great, glad to hear you are on our side kid. You are doing your part for the team, being our shield. Tell you what, I'll take you with us when the coppers cave in and give us the helicopter in exchange for not killing you and the rest of our hostages."

I look over at Rod, my face twisting with contempt, "Rod? A leader? He's good at two things... being loud ... and fighting. He's rubbish at anything else. I'm the brains, he's the brawn."

11:19 Rod_Davis: I kept myself focused on how fucking angry I was. I liked being angry. I grabbed a bank teller, nearly ripping his whimpering arm off as I thrust him in front of me. I checked my gun, and fumbled with it for a moment, putting the safety back off. No need for that anymore. Time to fucking fight!!! FINALLY.

Fighting I can do. I grunt, and accidently pull the trigger on the assault rifle, and a burst of gun fire rips into a potted plant, shattering the ceramic container, spilling soil and leaves all over the floor. FUCK. Tim gives me a dirty look.

11:42 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: I internally roll my eyes. These idiots didn't actually deserve us killing them, if the hostages weren't in here, I'd suggest just leaving them in a room together and waited for everyone to die by being idiots.

I lean over and grab a slice of the pizza and start to eat it, I didn't mind onions, I'd eat pretty much anything and this was hungry work dealing with morons.

"Yeah... bet I could learn to use a gun better than him... I mean... couldn't be hard, like, could it. He's likely to accidentally shoot anyone near him."

4:33 Cpl_Laurie_Dow: "Jamie, take out whoever you can see once the windows are down, don't worry about getting the leader, Tommy can deal with him. The idiot who shot the bank manager should be your target."

"Sam... you take the side away from the side door, I'll deal with this side, flash bangs only no smoke grenades. Visibility is our friend on this one."

11:19 Lcpl_Jamie_White: "Understood", Jamie didn't take his eyes off the scope. "Idiot soup on the menu."

4:33 Cpl_Laurie_Dow: "60 Seconds on my mark," Laurie said looking at his watch. "3...2......Mark."

12:00 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I listen as Laurie hands out last minute instructions. I brought a few flash bangs with me. They would come in handy.

I grunt over the audio link to Tommy, "Going to flash them Tommy. Be ready. Coming in."

I listen as Laurie counts down.... when he reaches Mark... I leap over the edge, playing out my rappelling line, shoving off to give me space to swing down. With my free hand, I have the flashbang, I rip the pin out with my teeth, as my heavy boots smash into the plate glass window, shattering it violently. I land on the lobby floor, lobbing the flash bang towards the idiot crooks, shoulder rolling behind a couch as the blast of sound and light rips out through the middle of the stunned group.

11:19 Tim_Sterling: I crack a grin as the pizza boy reaches out and grabs a slice of pizza. He's got some balls. I like his style. "Don't worry kid, they aren't gonna shoot you. When we get to the Caribbean, I'll train you up to take Rod's place."

Suddenly, there is a massive crash from the front. What the fuck?? I turn towards the window, starting to raise my assault rifle, when suddenly a blinding white light fills my vision and my ears start ringing like a drum. I feel sick, and stagger to the side. FUCK FUCK FUCK. I scream out, "Under attack... get into cover.." But I can't even hear my own voice.

11:19 Rod_Davis: I look over towards Tim as he jokes with the fucking pizza boy. Suddenly, I hear a loud crash from the front, I start to swing my gun, pulling the trigger, sending a spray of bullets ripping through a desk.

A moment later, my eyes start burning and my ears stop working. I feel sick, I keep firing my gun blindly, wildly, terror and fear starting to grip my guts.

13:02 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: I give it two seconds after Sam's message before closing my eyes and putting my hands over my ears to cushion the effect, as I feel the vibrations from the explosion dissipate I open my eyes and grab the man's hand twisting it violently in the opposite direction to the way that it's meant to go swinging it around and taking a second to aim put two bullets through one of the guys heads, I didn't bother to learn any of the others names, it wasn't efficent to get used to people.. they were just targets.

"Tango 3 down, Northern Entrance of Bank. On Tango 1." I turn the assault rifle around and slam it into Tim's face, throwing the useless weapon behind me as I follow it up with three very quick very firmly placed punches to his face.

11:19 Lcpl_Jamie_White: Jamie continues looking through the scope as Sam enters the building. I wait patiently until the guy who was now spraying bullets everywhere. "Two Xrays hit by Tango 1." I say as I see two people falling to the floor after being hit by the bullets, they weren't fatal. But it's good to keep a record, so the cops don't blame us for things.

I wait for another brief second until he turns his head and I fire, his head no longer existing less than a second later. "Tango 2 Down Center of Bank Foyer."

13:38 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I spring out from cover, and charge forward, grunting in disgust as the whackjob who killed the bank manager is spraying bullets willy nilly. He hits two of the hostages purely by accident, but they look like they will survive.

Tommy uses the leader's own weapon to take out one of the three lackeys. Clever lad.

Tommy is dealing with their leader, and even as I charge forward, I see the whack job's head suddenly explode. I give a silent thanks to Jamie's marksmanship.

That only leaves two. I leave the one closest to the side door for Laurie, and target the one in the back. He looks like he actually knows how to handle his weapon, and he was furthest from the flashbang, and is recovering. He has a look of terror on his face as he falls back against the wall, holding the hostage in front of him with sheer desperation as his friends are dying around him.

I think quickly, scanning his surroundings. Above his head, dangling from the ceiling, a large sign pointing out the direction the toilets sways back and forth. I raise my assault rifle towards the ceiling, and let out a spray of bullets, ripping the ceiling to pieces, removing it's support. It plummets down, and the heavy sign cracks the fucker in the skull. He drops down, eyes rolled back in his head, knocked senseless. I immediately scan the area for more threats as the hostages scream and whimper, calling out over my radio, "Tango 4 down."

11:19 Tim_Sterling: As I struggle to find some kind of cover, my eyes half blinded and my ears ringing, the pizza boy... the FUCKING pizza boy suddenly grabs my wrist with a vise like grip. No fucking way a pizza boy is that strong... I scream as my wrist cracks. He uses me like a puppet to shoot Baxter in the head. I struggle to pull my wrist free, as my eyes finally start to recover.

But before I can, I scream again, as the butt of the rifle crunches sickeningly into my face, blood spurts and I stagger back. Still thinking... the fucking pizza boy... the fucking pizza boy...

His fist rockets out, smashing into my skull three times, and my head rings like a bell. I want to be sick, more blood spurts all over the place. Those fists nearly knock me out. I hear him talk into his radio, some kind of military lingo. He's something to do with the army... fuck... we are all fucked.

Desperate, staggering, I kick out, trying to smash him in his fucking bollocks and find a way to make a run for it.

11:19 Sheldon: Suddenly, there is a crash, a flash, I'm fucking blinded and deafened.. I hear gunshots, the guys are screaming... fuck this.. FUCKING FUCK THIS. I'm outta here. I drop my meat shield, and make a break for the side door. I'm done. DONE.

13:57 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: He's not trained, he knows what he's doing but he's not trained. I simply just fall backwards getting away from the kick by simply not being there when it landed.

As I hit the ground, I go into my boot and pull out the gun and bring it up firing twice shattering both knee caps as blood went spurting everywhere.

I roll to my feet pointing the gun at his head. "One single move and I kill you. No discussions. Tango 1 Down."

4:33 Cpl_Laurie_Dow: It's mostly all done by the time Laurie slams the door open, everyone goes down so quickly but one is rushing towards him, he raises my rifle, the terrorist has no hostage, but he's coming straight for Laurie, so Laurie just did what his training told him and what was required.

He shot him twice through the mouth killing him instantly and he dropped to the floor. "XRay 5 Down. Stronghold Secure. 19 Seconds."

"Jamie, go and tell plod it's secure."

"For police debriefs. I'm Soldier A, Sam you're Soldier B, Jamie you're Soldier C, Tommy you're Soldier D," I say on the radio, walking over and telling Tommy that in person.

12:11 DSU_March: It's about five minutes later when DSU March arrived and looked around: "What a fucking mess you've made."

4:33 Cpl_Laurie_Dow: Laurie just looks at him. "The site is yours now." He turned and pointed to the leader. "This one is alive, shot by Soldier D." He pointed at Rob. "Dead.. shot by Soldier C." He pointed at Tommy's other kill. "Dead.. shot by Soldier D." Followed on by the one Sam had knocked out. "Alive... injured by Soldier B" and he pointed down at his feet. "Dead... shot by Soldier A"

12:11 DSU_March: "You're going to need to give a statement."

4:33 Cpl_Laurie_Dow: Laurie shook his head. "Home Office regulations, mandatory 24 hours after shooting for the regiment before they give statements or discussions. They'll report back to Coventry tomorrow. But for 24 hours they don't say a word."

He went on his radio. "Troop return weapons to the briefing room, everything that was used left in there, back here tomorrow."

He looked at March. "I think you can clear it up from there."

11:19 Tim_Sterling: I scream once as the fucking pizza boy grabs a gun out of his boot and fires at my knees. My legs give way, and the pain is completely sickening as I smash down to the floor. There is so much blood.... it hurts so fucking much. My legs are ruined. I fall to the floor in a heap, shuddering, as he points a gun to my head. I'm not moving an inch. I piss myself though... in pain and fright.

11:19 Corporal_Sam_Mason: And just like that, it's over. The fucking Coppers spent days hemming and hawing and faffing about. And in 19 seconds, the SAS puts it to rights.

There is no one else to shoot, so I check out the scene. There is a lot of blood, gore, and brains spattered around. Not a pleasant place.

I look over as Laurie walks over the dead body of the man he just killed, handing out our designations. Now that we've done what we were trained to do, we have to formalize our dealings with those fucking idiots. I understood. I was now "Soldier B". Lovely. So impersonal.

My head snaps up as the waste of space himself marches in, and of course, the first words out of his fat mouth are criticism of how we handled the situation. Despite the fact that all of the hostages, except the one shot by the whackjob, were alive, apparently we'd made a mess of things. I kept my face straight though, and instinctively sidle up next to Tommy.

I listen in to the show as Laurie handles the DSU. He has way more fucking patience than I do, that's for sure.

As Laurie dismisses us, I nod at him, enjoying the way that the DSU looked around at the bloody room as Laurie left the clean up in his hands. I turn, and alongside Tommy, still in his deliveroo getup, head back to the posh hotel and the briefing room. I hoped we got one more night there at least. It was late.

14:27 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: "Well that was eventually fun," I say to Sam as we head across to the back entrance of the hotel where the police cordon was. "I could murder a pizza. Would you like to go to the pub?"

"Coventry has a gay bar called the Yard if you want to go there?" Mark had never asked if Sam wanted to go to a pub let along go to a bar together... except for big meetups.

It was like it hadn't really happened for him, he looked down at the deliveroo costume. "I do not fucking suit this colour though, I'd get changed into something a bit nicer."

"Or just want the hotel restaurant?"

14:39 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I look over at Tommy, "It was fast, if nothing else. Those guys were a bunch of fucking buffoons. The coppers must be thicker than planks not to realize that. But yeah, the pub sounds pretty fucking sweet. I could use a few drinks."

Mark and I had never gone out to the pub together... not like that. Tommy was ... so different than Mark in so many ways. Well, I wasn't one to dwell on things, but I still remembered what Mark and I had been through, how it had brought us together. The electricity we had shared. But Tommy was something altogether different. More relatable in some ways.

I grinned at him, "Not only the colour... but the blood stains might put the civvies off their tea. Pizza is good... maybe a good chippie too... I'm fucking ravenous. I'll buy. Consider this our preliminary first date." I give him a friendly punch to his shoulder. He was really growing on me.

14:48 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: "Right...." I say heading into the briefing room and putting the gun on a table before stripping off and putting it on the table and putting a sign on it with my "Soldier D" designation on it.

I go into my large black bag under the table and start to pull on civilian clothes instead.

"Pub, and pizza... don't think the hotel will allow me to keep the room now we're all done. How about since we have to be here tomorrow, you get the food and I'll get us a .. probably not as nice hotel for tonight."

I smile looking at him. "I hope you have some nice clothes in there then... I don't take posh blokes on dates that don't have decent clothes." As I pull on my t shirt and pick a magnet up from the table and removed the earpiece from the ear canal. "Thank god that is over with.. having you in my ear was horrible."

15:07 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I quickly strip my weapons off and lay them out on the table one at a time, my two glocks, my assault rifle, my two combat knives, and my other flash bang.

I put my "Soldier B" designation on my weapons, then turn back to my kit bag.

I strip out of my SAS blacks, folding them neatly and stowing them in my bag. I'm totally indifferent about being in my skivvies in front of the coppers that wander in. I ignore them. "Sad that we'll lose our posh digs, but hell, it's just a place to crash when all is said and done. As for clothes, I have jeans and a t shirt that doesn't have any holes in it. They'll have to do. If you can allow yourself to be seen with gutter trash like me." I grin at Tommy. Fuck, he looks good. This was going to be fun.

I slip on my jeans, my trainers, and my shirt. It's a bit of a tight t-shirt, and shows off my muscles rather nicely. Hell, we are going to a gay bar, why not show off a bit?

I'm all ready now, and I turn to look Tommy up and down. "That's nothing compared to what else of mine I plan on having in you ... eventually."

15:14 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: "Oh is that right, you want some more sex tonight do you... two goes ain't enough for you." I smile. "That's fine by me."

I wait until the coppers leave the room and lean over and kiss Sam. He was fit in those things. "But if other blokes start flirting with you in the bar, I hope you're okay with blood stains on that shirt... their blood of course."

I smile. "Come on, lets fuck off out of here. I'll google a hotel on the way and book one. It's coventry... most hotels are shitholes anyway."

15:25 Corporal_Sam_Mason: "More sex tonight, please." I was horny again. Of course, action always made me a bit horny. This wasn't anything too serious, but even so, my adrenaline had been pumping.

I wasn't quite as blase about the bloodshed as Tommy. I zoned it out, didn't think about it, but as long as it wasn't a friend of mine, it didn't affect me much. But the adrenaline surge that hit me when I got into action always left me horny as fuck when it wore off.

I blush a bit when Tommy leans over to kiss me. Even though the room is empty, and it's just us. "Goes both ways. I have first dibs on you, not in the mood to share you tonight." Then I turn to leave, "What in Coventry isn't a shithole? Well, this hotel wasn't bad."

As we leave the hotel, I catch more than a few people giving me second glances. Well, my t-shirt was very tight. We exit out into the street. "C'mon, let's get some food and beer. I'm so fucking hungry I can hardly think straight."

15:55 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: "Not as bad as you I don't think... I had pizza in the bank. Was quite good pizza... but I burn a lot of calories." Tommy was actually quite blaise about the blood, it didn't even register with me.

I smile though, "I can have as much sex as you can handle... but rules are still rules, until we're actually dating, I'm doing all the fucking. No change there. And even then... you'd better lube up to fuck when that does happen."

We head across town to The Yard, which despite everything is actually seemingly a good gay club, maybe it's just the straight places that are shitholes, quite a good pub with a decent amount of beers and shots. After ordering I sit down at a table and look at Sam.

"So what do you like doing for fun?"

16:05 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I laugh, "Of course you had pizza. In the middle of a fucking firefight, there you are stuffing your gob with pizza. Can't let it go to waste, can we?"

I look over at Tommy as we make our way down the street. He mentions us dating.. I don't think I've ever, like, properly dated someone. Mark was the closest. But not really. I quite liked the idea of dating Tommy. The more I thought about it, the more I liked it.

As we get settled into our booth, and order some beer, I feel myself beginning to relax. There is some nice eye candy wandering about, and I'm getting my fair share of looks, but I'm focused on Tommy. I reach out my arm and drape it around his shoulders, pulling him in next to me. Not many places I can do that. Feels good. He feels good.

I turn to him as he asks me what I like to do for fun. "Well, besides fighting, fucking, drinking and rock climbing?" I wink at him. Then I get a bit embarrassed.... "Well, I'm pretty mad about rugby." I hate admitting it, since it's expected of public school educated guys to like rugby, and I try hard to break expectations... but I love rugby. Even though I'm a bit on the small side for it.

"But what about you... what do you do for fun? Besides nicking things." I love poking him.

16:27 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: "Of course you like Rugby, because it's one step away from you saying cricket or lacrosse! I don't even know what lacrosse is but it sounds posh... Polo... I bet you played Polo when you were young as well."

"And I don't steal stuff all the time, that's just work now, I don't do it for fun. Me, I play computer games, watch football. Sometimes play five a side."

I'm more at home in the bar than Sam is that's obvious. But he is one of the fitter ones in here. "I also like watching formula one and marvel movies... I have to keep up with pop culture."

I pull out my phone and scroll down. "Did you know that Royal Marine kid we helped rescue has a Tik Tok account," I show it over at him. "If you don't know how to use modern technology, old man, you just scroll up and down with your finger. "Does a lot of random stuff on there."

16:39 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I look over at him, as he predictably makes a quip about other posh sports. I shake my head, ruefully.

I can tell that Tommy is more tech savvy than I am. I mean, I have a phone, and I use it for stuff, but partly due to my upbringing, I was never really part of social media or any of that stuff. I look at him with a wry grin as he calls me an old man. "Yeah, I'm a huge fan of Captain America stuff. Love the films. Don't care much for the other marvel characters. I play a good game of footie as well. Never got much into computer games. I like doing stuff with my body."

I scroll up checking him out. "Oh yeah.. that was... uh... Marine Collins." I keep scrolling up, then I see a picture of him in Las Vegas, and next to him... "Isn't that the other guy we rescued, Roger something or the other? The American Ranger? What's he doing in Vegas with the Marine?"

I kept scrolling, some of the stuff was quite... racy. Damn... he was not shy, that Marine.

16:57 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: "They're either shagging or they're good friends, one of the two of them. Could be either.."

"Yeah I follow him... darn good looking bloke... not my type though, too young and ""cute"" and... well... A Royal Marine. Not my type at all."

I put my hand on his leg as I lean in to look at the phone with him. "I mean outside of this pub anyone takes a picture of us two they'd think we're just friends.. Very very handsome council estate londoner and posh boy from eton or something. They couldn't be shagging.. besides we both look very very fucking straight."

"Have you seen everyone looking in there... they're all fucking jealous."

17:14 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I nod, "Yeah, I think you are right. The American one, Roger, is more my type, but the Marine is cute."

I look at him sideways, too young? Seriously? He was probably about Tommy's age. But... in all the ways that mattered, Tommy was much older. I get that.

"They can be as jealous as they fucking want to be." The serving guy walks up and plants some beers on our table. I reach out and take a sip. My leg is tingling where Tommy's hand is resting on it, and my cock stirs a bit. Tommy was really growing on me. Suddenly, I bend over a bit, tilt my head, and give him a beer-flavored kiss. Damn... that felt really good.

17:22 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: I lean over and kiss him back deep and hard. "Beer is good here," I say as I pull away. "Better than in Hereford anyway... and I can't exactly kiss you in the Hereford mess."

"Can't believe we have to stay here until tomorrow," I say nodding up at the tv above the bar, not the one playing pop videos the one showing the news. "You know if anyone in here knew you were one of the guys in there you could get any single arse you wanted to fuck in here."

17:27 Corporal_Sam_Mason: "I'm sure we can find all kinds of other places to kiss besides the Hereford mess." I grin at him as we break off.

I sit back and drink some more beer. It was good. I was well relaxed. I turn to the tele blaring the news. There was a bunch of talking heads, and what looked like the NatWest branch in the background. I pulled Tommy in a bit closer, giving him a friendly cuddle.

"There's only one ass in here I want. And apparently there are conditions that have to be satisfied before I can have it. And storming some shitty bank wasn't one of them."

17:31 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: "Yeah... I've been a total top all my life, and I'm staying that way until things ... you know... get serious. Not doing that for just anyone... even a blue troop Corporal."

"But you know about that, not fucking hiding anything," I say smiling and leant over and kissed him again. "But I'm guessing your arse is still available, unless you want to not have sex at all tonight." I smile broadly.

17:49 Corporal_Sam_Mason: "I respect that. I like that about you, as a matter of fact. When I get to fuck you, I'll have earned it. Makes it worth something. I'm a persistent man, Trooper." I wink at him. I was serious... about things getting serious between me and Tommy.

I let myself linger on another kiss with Tommy. I loved the way he felt, the way he kissed, his total cock-sure confidence. The whole package. "My ass is definitely available." The idea of having no sex tonight was not one I was willing to entertain. "Another round or two of this fine beer, and I think it might be time to find that shitty hotel you tracked down."

23:46 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: “Yeah may be a while. But if it happens it’ll mean something,” I say, taking a large drink of the beer and standing up. “Come on posh boy. Fancy a dance?”

09:03 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I'm feeling nicely buzzed, relaxing, good beer good company. Then, Tommy asks me to dance. I look up at him with wide eyes. "I'm a fighter, not a dancer... but fuck... why the hell not?"

I take some more beer for moral reinforcement, then stand up, "C'mon Scrappy, let's go make these fuckers jealous." Mark would have never wanted to dance. In some ways, Mark was less adventurous than Tommy. I was starting to realize that I had a craving for adventure that Tommy seemed to fill.

I headed out to the dance floor, more than a bit nervous and self-conscious, but up for anything.

10:24 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: I put my arms around Sam under his tight t shirt as we reached the Dance Floor. "You can be both you know... I'm a good soldier, but I believe in also enjoying myself. Probably comes from you having a great upbringing in your castle, and not needing to go and have social interaction with other people."

I smile at Sam. "Fighting is the day job... If you don't have outside fun then you end up being one of those Warrant Officers that have no life. You're too much fun to allow that to happen."

"You look terrified you know... you can face down terrorists with no problem, we can do life and death situations... but you're scared of dancing with a bloke in Coventry." I smile broadly and lift Sam's T-shirt over his head, taking it off. "Make them jealous. You're the best looking guy in here."

10:40 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I'm nervous as hell, and no doubt it shows. I'm not used to socializing quite like this... so publicly. But I find it thrilling. It's sad but true, Tommy's observations are not far from the mark. My public school education didn't leave a lot of room to explore dancing in a gay bar with my shirt off with a hot fucker like Tommy.

But hell, I'm no coward. I give Tommy a broad grin as he reaches down to lift my t-shirt up off over my head. My hard-muscled body is ripped, tight, and covered in just a slight sheen of sweat beneath the hot lights and the warm temperatures. And maybe a few degrees thrown on for being next to Tommy.

"Hell no, I'm not scared. You want to see me dance, Scrappy? Let's dance."

If I can fight, then I can dance. Fuck yes I can. It's all about movement. I fight past my nervousness, focus on Tommy's amazing smile, then suddenly reach out to grab his hand, moving out to the dance floor. I let the music flow through me, letting it move through my body.

I'm a bit awkward at first, and I keep wanting to close my eyes to feel the music, but I start moving in rhythm with the beat. No fucking idea what's playing, or if what I'm doing with my feet is anything like proper dancing, but hell, it feels good, and I'm moving in time with the beat, letting it flow through me.

11:14 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: I am much happier about doing this. I’ve been doing it since before I should be going into clubs. But fake ID was a total thing.

But I smile at Sam. He’s got some rhythm that’s for sure. He’s just not used to doing it in public. “Not a single person in here is looking at how you’re dancing. They’re looking at your chest right now.”

“I can’t wait to get you back to the hotel.” I move closer and put my arms around him as we’re dancing. “Few more drinks first. Then we head back. What do you say?”

11:21 Corporal_Sam_Mason: My eyes snap open, as Tommy's voice breaks through my concentration. I had really found my groove, feeling my body move in time with the music, and the experience was sensational. It was like ... when I was rock-climbing, or fighting, or on the pitch, or in combat... but without the danger. It was almost zen like.

I looked into Tommy's eyes as he moves in closer to me, putting his arms around me. Fuck, he feels so good against me. I wrap him up in my own arms, muscles smoothly flexing and flowing with the music. I lean down and kiss him on the head, "Fuck you are hot Tommy. Let them all look at my chest. I've only got eyes for you right now." The beer and the dancing had really done a number on me.

I'd never normally say something as mushy as that. "Let's finish this dance... then, I like your plan... a bit more beer... and then some more sex. Fuck yes."

11:58 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: It's a couple of hours later when they arrive back at their hotel - which is not a shithole, Tommy has got rooms at the Telegraph Hotel, a fairly posh conversion of an old newspaper office into the hotel.

After Tommy books in, they head upstairs. "Well the cop did give me money for pizza I didn't buy, and did leave his wallet hanging around in his jacket pocket."

"And I don't want to hear anything about thou shall not steal... I believe thou shall not steal from people who aren't cunts.. and he was."

12:12 Corporal_Sam_Mason: As we get to the hotel, I look up in surprise... "Not a shithole at all.. This place is swank."

We've both had plenty of beer, and I'm feeling awesome after a great night out in the pub with Tommy, but even full of beer, I barely stumble at all on my way up the stairs. I look over at Tommy, "How the fuck did you pull this off..."

When he answers, I start to laugh, "Fuck Tommy, you have some real balls. You aren't gonna get a lecture from me. As far as I see it, it's the least those fucking cunts can manage, paying for our hotel, after the way they fucked everything up, making us come and save their bacon. You are a real talented chap to have around, you know?"

As we shut the door to the hotel room, I come up behind Tommy, and with a grin, smoothly slide his smaller body up over onto my shoulders, throwing him off me onto the bed. Like an animal in heat, I put my hands on the edge of the bed, and start to climb up on top. My eyes are flashing, and I'm smiling wide enough to split my face in two.

12:37 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: "I have a really useful skill set for certain things." I say as I slam back down onto the bed as I smile back up at Sam. "Hey... You're better at physical stuff than I am."

I lean up and pull him down onto me feeling his body on top of mine even though we're both clothed at the moment, he was definitely fitter than any other bloke that I'd slept with.

"I don't understand people who don't like sex, it's the best fucking thing ever. And you're really fucking good in the sack."

12:49 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I crawl on top of Tommy, feeling him pull me down on top of him. I can feel his body heat, his closeness, almost hear his heartbeat as I grin down into his face.

"Hell Tommy, you are one of the best fighters I know. You don't play by the rules. You just get shit done. You do the SAS proud. You are good at physical stuff. Hell, I've experienced it first hand. And you are sharp as a fucking tack. You have way more brains than I do." I say it matter of factly, not all intimidated by how smart Tommy is. "And you are fucking hella good in bed. Your cock man... it's a masterpiece, and fuck do you know how to use it."

I reached down. and snake my hand under the waistband of his trousers, feeling his thick cock in my grip, as always, slightly in awe of how thick it is. I drop my head down, and nuzzle Tommy's neck, kissing him and lightly chewing on his traps. With someone like Mark, I'd be way rougher, but with Tommy, it was just right to be more gentle.

15:08 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: I put my arms around him, putting my legs around his, both of us still fully clothed and moaning heavily as he puts his hand around my already hard thick cock.

The feeling of him kissing me is really good as I go and move my hands down to his trousers to start undoing the belt.

"Well you'll have my cock inside you shortly." I lean over and kiss him directly on the lips, my tongue snaking into his mouth. I really like Sam, he's like the guys I try and go for, and I am really turned on by him at all times outside of work.

"Take my clothes off... I want to fuck you all night."

15:40 Corporal_Sam_Mason: My heart races as Tommy puts his arms and legs around me. I slowly start to grind my own stiffening manhood into his crotch as he works at undoing my belt.

I follow likewise, wanting his trousers off him, unclasping the belt and working it off, leaving off his cock just temporarily. My hand strokes the side of his face and ruffles his hair. He's really, really handsome. And he's plenty fit enough for me.

He's not as muscled as I am, but that doesn't matter to me. He's in the SAS, he's strong as fuck, and he's handsome, he's adventurous, he knows how to play, and he's got a deeply serious, principled side to him that really hooks me and draws me in.

He kisses me again as I start to work his trousers down, taking my breath away. I wrap my hand around the back of his head, and pull him up into that kiss, my bicep flexing, peaking hard against his head as I hold him tightly, but gently. I break off the kiss. "An all night fuck session suits me just fine."

I kneel over him, straddling his hips, reaching down and working his shirt off, pulling it up and over his head, tossing it aside, spending a moment just to look down at him, admiring how good looking he was. He had such a great smile.

10:10 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: I smile up at Sam, slowly pulling his trousers and underwear off him, leaving his shirt on for a moment as I lean up and kiss the side of his neck. He's incredibly good looking, and fit as fuck.

I kick my boots off onto the floor and lie back as I look down at his own cock, hard and ready to be worked.

Work hard, play hard

It's the best way to get through jobs like ours, I smile as I look at him. "Bet you've never had a deliveroo pizza guy fucking you before."

10:45 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I shift my weight, to help Tommy get my trousers and underwear worked off me. I'm wearing nothing else now but my tight t-shirt, showing off the hard contours of my incredibly fit upper body.

I straddle him, knees on either side of his torso, my thick cock sticking straight out, twitching, a small drop of pre starting to bead on the tip of my slit.

Having sex with Tommy is sheer, pure fucking fun.

I slowly start to bend down covering his smaller bare torso with my t-shirt covered muscle. I grind into him, my cock rubbing into Tommy's fit abs, leaving a slight trail of pre cum. One hand reaches behind me, and starts to fondle Tommy's balls, transitioning up to stroke his cock. I kiss my way up his chest, tight and fight as I grind into him.

"If all deliveroo pizza guys fuck like you do, then I've been missing out." I chuckle at him in between kisses.

11:34 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: "Well they bike everywhere, must be very fit," I say as I break off the kiss. "But they don't have my stamina probably... so probably best stick with me."

I can feel his cock right next to me and getting harder and harder myself. I slide out from under him after kissing him again, moving around onto his back and kissing the back of his neck slightly more roughly as I know he likes that.

I lower my body down so my cock is next to his arse. "Just want you to feel this, what you'll have in you all night." I run my hands down his back . "I had a great night out with you.." I slowly lower my cock right next to his arse so that he can feel the thickness of it as it touches him.

11:41 Corporal_Sam_Mason: "I'll take your word on it... You are obviously way more familiar with deliveroo pizza delivery than I am."

I feel Tommy as he slips out from under me, then moves around to my back, mounting me and kissing me a bit rougher.

I spread my hands off to the side, and let myself shiver as Tommy runs his hands down my back. His touch is amazing. I give out a small moan of pleasure, as his thick piece of meat teases my arse. "Fuck yeah... want that beast in me. Had a great night as well.. fuck, I danced... never thought I'd enjoy dancing as much as I did. It was a blast though. But that was just a preliminary date... We still have Dublin and the Guinness brewery coming up... that will be the proper date."

12:05 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: I lean down pushing him onto the bed and into the pillow as I lean over and grab lube from my jacket and rub it on my cock as I bend down and slide it in. It's very different from the last time this happened, the rough hard fuck in the room - this is a lot more gentle, but no less powerful as I slide my cock in.

"Still was our first date though... semi-first-date." The cock slides in fully pushed home by the soldier as he bends down and kisses his neck. "I promise not to wear something better than pizza delivery boy for the Guinness tour."

"I have fucked a pizza delivery guy once in Aldershot... wasn't anything to write home about."

12:19 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I let out a grunt of pleasure as Tommy's massive, thick monster cock slides into my ass. He's lubed it well, and my ass has taken it already today, so I'm ready for it.

It feels amazing... I clench the duvet between my hands as Tommy begins to probe my ass. He's much more gentle about it than the first time, and it feels good. I lean my head back as he kisses the back of my neck.

I grunt out, "FUCKKKk.." Trying to process your words at the same time.

"That's fine... you don't own anything better than the pizza delivery boy anyways, so that's easy..." I gasp... "Fuck that feels good.. you really know how to use that cock."

I push back, humping my ass up into his cock, driving it in even deeper, wanting to feel even more of it.

12:28 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: I start slowly pumping my cock in and out, working up speed slightly with every thrust. "But you don't need to worry about that, your locker code is 3121, I'll just borrow your things."

My cock slides fully inside now, deep, pressing both sides of his arse as I slam in and out.

"Yeah... this is what council estate cock is like... you should have tried it rather than posh boy cock in the stables." As I slam my cock in faster and faster.

12:53 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I look up sharply, twisting my head, mid fuck as Tommy mentions my locker code. "You dirty little scum bag..." I gasp out, then interrupted by another thrust, I moan, pushing back onto Tommy's thick monster cock as he slams my prostate again.

"Looks like you.." I grunt, my cock sliding across the duvet, feeling my balls begin to tingle. Fuck Tommy was good... knows just how to thrust the big piece of his in me... "...seem to be enjoying posh boy ass..."

I reach back with my hands, grabbing the side of his legs as he fucks me, grinding my face into the duvet as I really start to hump my ass back and up into that big invader, my ass is split nice and wide, riding high on that exquisite pain, and my prostate is tingling.

13:38 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: "Only...." I say as I thust in, harder and harder now, slamming him into the bed with every thrust. "Because... I can't.... See... Your... Face...."

I am fucking quite hard now, but not breathing hard yet, I've got good stamina and I'm going to pace myself on this. I intend he cums at least twice before I cum, I'm going to make him feel every single bit of this all night, as I've promised.

I put one hand down next to his face as I push him down onto the pillow with my other hand. "Not stolen anything from you yet...."

13:44 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I can feel Tommy increase his tempo, he's really starting to slam me savagely.

I'm fucking loving every second of it. He's reaming my ass out, and I'm pushing hard back into his thrusting rod, wanting more of it.

My balls are boiling, and I'm fighting hard now not to lose my load. I want this to last as long as possible. He pushes down the back of my head, pinning me in place, and that simple act breaks my concentration enough to push me over the edge.

I stiffen, and Tommy doesn't even slacken his pace, slamming my ass just as hard as I convulse, my balls clenching as my dick is driven deep into duvet and I spray me seed all over the bed beneath my shirt and abs with a loud grunt. I hadn't wanted to cum so fucking soon.. I lay there panting, still being fucked, gasping out, "Wrong... you just fucking stole my load."

13:51 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: "It won't be the only one Sam," I say between breaths continuing to fuck. "I will fucking not cum until your second load..." My breathing's still not heavy, just regulated and in control.

"I've heard posh boys cum quickly... don't worry us council estate boys don't."

"I can feel your arse, just keep thrusting it, fucking keep doing that Sam. If you're going to be my boyfriend, you'd better be ready to keep it up all night."

14:21 Corporal_Sam_Mason: "You are a fucking cocky little shite, anyone ever told you that, Tommy?" I growl at him as he gives me shit.

I spread my arms out, and plant my hands on the mattress, I grunt, and push up, get into position, and then start thrusting my hips at a hard tempo. I just came, but my dick stays semi-hard, since Tommy continues to pound my prostate.

"I can keep this up all fucking night... You'll get tired before me. You should do more .... rock climbing ... and rugby..." I grunt back at him. Damn, even after losing a load, that hot little fucker's thick cock felt so good up my ass.

16:26 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: “Only once or twice a day…” I say slamming into him again. With the hand I’m not resting on I put it on his back and everything he thrusts up I thrust down straight after. Both with my cock and my hand as leverage.

“Running away from cops kept my stamina up. And now I just run in full kit. Shagging you naked it easy as fucking pie.”

“Besides rock climbing is fucking dull. Nothing to eat half way up a mountain.” I fuck down again and again and again and again my breath only slightly quicker now. Enjoying this to the full.

16:38 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I grunt, as his hand finds my back and smashes me down to the bed after every thrust, with his whole weight and that thick monster cock of his drilling me like a jackhammer.

It hurts so bad... It feels so good. I fucking love his dick.
"You ... already ... thinking about food... fucking again?" I grunt out in between thrusts.

Tommy is always eating... must be why he is so small, he's got a metabolism that burns everything as soon as he shoves it down his mouth. I go for a man who loves his food. I'm the same way.

I have totally lost track of time, not even sure how long it's been since I last shot a load. All I know is the sensation of Tommy's thick cock ripping into my ass and the slow growing tingling in my dick and balls as he keeps smashing into my prostate. I realize at some point that it won't be much longer before I have to fight hard not to cum again. Fuck. What he does to me.

17:28 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: “Eat.” *thrust.*

“Fight.” *thrust*

“Shag.” *thrust*

“Sleep.” *thrust*

“Repeat.” *thrust*

He was more worked up now. His breath a bit heavier than before as he continued to fuck. “You gonna. Shoot. Fucking shoot Sam. Second load. No wanking you. Shoot and I’ll cum. Go on posh boy.”

18:14 Corporal_Sam_Mason: As Tommy starts to fuck me harder and harder, he starts a mantra that goes right to my balls. It's like he knows exactly what to say to totally push me over the top, with every word and every thrust I find myself pushed closer and closer to the edge.

My cock is being ground into the duvet cover with wild, reckless power. Fuck... Tommy knows how to fuck. Every thrust, every word, making my balls boil, till I feel a bolt of electricity shoot up from the tips of my toes to the tips of my fingers. I groan into the matress as my balls clench and release my second load of the night. "FUCKKKKKKKKKKkkkkkkkk"

Every muscle in my body starts to tense and flex like steel as Tommy fucks a second load out of me.

23:35 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: It's about five... maybe ten minutes after that of near constant thrusting that I grunt loudly. "FUCK YEA! FFFFFFFUKKK!" and shoots column after column of jizz into Sam's arse before falling off him onto the cleaner side of the bed.

"Holy fuck yeah.. that was fucking good."

"Clean up tomorrow... tonight just let me wrap around you," I smile broadly. "Fuck that was good.. you can take cock really well."

His breathing was finally heavy as he lay there. "This was a great not-first-date."

09:22 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I grunt as I feel the rising pressure build up inside my ass. Even though Tommy had shot a load earlier in the day, he still managed to dump a big wad deep inside me.

I was riding the last waves of pleasure from that incredible fuck when Tommy rolled off beside me. "Yeah, we can shower tomorrow. I like the way you smell just as you are." I grin at him, my ass throbbing from the after affects of that colossal fuck as I reach my arms up and pull Tommy into my embrace, wrapping him up with my arms legs, getting us all tangled together.

Something else that I really liked... a good post-fuck cuddle. That wasn't Mark's strong suit. Tommy and I had a lot of things in common where they mattered. As I start to drift off, I reply to Tommy, "That was just an appetizer date. Plenty more to come."

Published: 2021-09-24, viewed 81 times.