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?
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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.
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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 Lucy Felthouse.co.uk Join her on Facebook and
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