Title: OH, WHAT A RELIEF IT IS

Category: OW Gen. with a

Series:  Yes (Just When You Thought. . . )

Rating:  PG-13 or maybe R 

Author’s Note: We weren't quite as punchy this time since it was only 1:00 a.m., but leaving two tired women alone with thoughts of gorgeous men can be a dangerous combination. It is definitely a PWP piece, based on an overheard conversation between Chris and Erza.

Disclaimer:  I do not own them. They are the property of MGM, Mirisch, and Trilogy

Entertainment; however, if they ever come up for sale, I will be in the front row at the auction.

Feedback:  Feedback is welcome and greatly appreciated, but no flames please.

Completed: 8-11-02

Author’s Email: Luna6438@aol.com and

jddunnesbelle @ yahoo.com

TITLE: Caught at the Door
AUTHOR: Texas Aries
COPYRIGHT: February 7, 2003.
RATING: PG-13
ARCHIVE: YES
WARINGS: None.
SUMMARY: Sometimes things don't seem to be the way they appear.
DISCLAIMER: Tour of Duty and its characters are the property of Zev Braun Productions and New Line. These stories are for entertainment purposes only and no money exchanged hands. No copyright infringement is intended. The original characters, situations, and story are the property of the author. 

Five members of Team Seven exited the elevator and headed toward the office. "You reckon it was safe leavin' Chris and Ezra workin' through lunch together?" Vin asked. "You know how Ez can rile Chris."

"Hell, Ez can get under anyone's skin, but I think Chris can control his temper for an hour," Buck replied. "Well, I hope he can."

The first thing they noticed when they entered the bullpen was that Ezra was not at his desk and Chris's door was closed. The men exchanged concerned glances. This didn't bode well for the undercover agent. They edged closer to the door and listened for the sounds of conflict they were sure they would hear.

"Ezra, don't leave me like this," Chris groaned in obvious discomfort.

The smooth, almost seductive southern drawl caught Buck's attention and he turned to the others. "Well, what do you know . . . ?"

"Mr. Larabee," Ezra purred. "Am I to assume that you need me?"

"Ezra," Chris almost whimpered. "Don't make me beg."

The men in the bullpen looked at each other and grinned. Buck leaned against the door with his ear pressed to the wood so he could hear better. He motioned for the others to do the same but they refused. "Don't think I want to get caught with my ear to the door, but I am sure you'll fill us in on what we miss," Vin said through a grin.

Ezra's voice could be heard again. "Mr. Larabee, not for the world would I make you beg...but I must admit, the thought of such an occurrence is rather...tempting."

"Please, Ezra."

"Very well . . .if it is what you really wish," Ezra answered softly.

"Yes, just do it . . . I need some relief here."

"Then relief you shall have."

Buck's eyebrows did their little bobbing dance and he winked at the other men. "Yeah, I bet he needs relief."

"Hush!" Josiah ordered quietly. "It's no one's business but theirs."

"Yeah, well then they shoulda took it home and not here in the office," Buck tossed back at the profiler.

"Would you quit stalling and get over here; I am aching worse and you are the only one I can turn to."

"Mr. Larabee. . . Chris, trust me, I have done this before."

"Well, I have never asked someone to do this before . . . ohhh….hsssssss….damn, don't squeeze."

"I must, in order to achieve the desired result."

Outside the door Vin's jaw dropped and he moved closer to the door. "Whoa…. Chris must be in a bad way." His eyes sparkled with suppressed laughter.

"Not half as bad off as you'll be if Chris finds out you're listening," Nathan whispers.

"It does seem unusually hard, Mr. Larabee," Ezra murmured from inside the office.

"Hell yeah it does. It's just been getting harder the whole time I been…… ohhh… right there….the whole time I been…. yessss…. there…. I been trying to get you to do this." Chris panted breathlessly as he tried to speak.

"Relax, Mr. Larabee..." Ezra's mellow voice filtered through the door. "Relief is forthcoming."

"Damn, Ezra, I've never had it get this bad before."

"You should have come to me sooner."

"If I had know you would do me this much good, I would have. Ohhh….as much as it hurts, it still feels good what you're doing."

"I am glad that my actions please you."

"Whooweee!!!!" Buck's grin nearly split his face it was so huge. "Who woulda thought those two would …"

"Buck, Chris might be your oldest friend but there are limits to what even he will forgive," Josiah warned.

"Chris? He'll be pissed for a bit, but he'll get over it if he catches me," Buck said with a shrug of his shoulders and went back to listening.

"Oh, he'll catch you all right," Nathan grinned.

"Shhhh….Not if I'm careful and you all keep quiet."

"Who says we're gonna do that?" JD murmured cockily.

"I say," Buck warned. "You live with me remember? I can make yer life miserable if you get me caught."

"Party pooper. I thought it would be fun to see Chris's reaction."

Buck's attention was drawn back to the door. When he heard Chris moan. "Oh yeah, it's gettin' there."

"Let me move my hands just a tad to get more leverage..." Ezra added. "There...better?"

"Oh yeah… much better….. .uuummmm…. much better."

"Perhaps one day you will return the favor?"

"Yeah…" Chris said lazily. "Anytime you want, Ez. Just tell me you need me to."

"I most certainly will," Ezra replied. "That is one thing I am not reluctant about. There, I told you, I was experienced. I do believe you have had the release you wished."

"Yeah, feels like my whole body has just turned to Jell-O."

"Then I was successful."

"Very successful, but now I don't want to move."

Buck grinned and winked at the others. "Houston, we have lift off."

"Mr. Larabee...do you think you could try to stand up now? The others will be back momentarily and we need to have you back to normal."

"Might need your help but I'll try."

Buck could hear the sound of the chair being pushed back and it creaked slightly as Chris pushed himself up out of it. Footsteps moved around inside the room, and Buck got ready to bolt from the door if he needed to avoid getting caught.

"How is that, Mr. Larabee? Still feeling shaky?"

"Ezra.. you are a miracle worker, and you have the best hands this side of the Mississippi. I swear that was the worst charlie-horse I have ever had."

Buck looked at his colleagues from where he leaned against the door, and mouthed, "Charlie-horse?" just as Chris opened the door, sending the big man sprawling into the office. Buck looked up red-faced. "Uh, hi Chris . . . I can explain….."

The End.

Four members of the Bravo team headed towards L.T. Goldman's and McKay's hootch to see if their L.T. would like to join them for a couple of drinks. "So guys how much long do you think McKay will last with the L.T.?" Taylor asked. "You know how Johnny can push all the right buttons with the L.T."

"Heck! According to the scuttlebutt there's a bet that they will only last another month before one will kill the other," Purcell replied.

As they rounded a corner they noticed that the solid outer door to Goldman's and McKay's hut was closed. Being a rare day with a nice cool breeze it didn't make sense that it would be shut and the blinds lower. The men exchanged concerned glances as they approach for it didn't bode well for the either of the Lieutenants. The men edged closer to the door and listened for any sounds of conflict they were sure they would hear.

"McKay, Please … don't … don't leave me like this," Myron groaned in discomfort or could it be more. The men exchange curious looks with one another as they try to hear more while trying not to draw attention to themselves and what they were doing.

"Myron," answer McKay in that so smooth seduction tone of his. The type of tone he usually reserve for sweet-talking the nurses. "What do you want?"

The sensual tones caught Taylor's attention and he turned to the others. "Well, what do you know --?"

"Johnny," Goldman whimpered. "Don't make me beg."

The men outside the hootch looked at each other and grinned. Marcus sat down on the top stair leaning against the door so that he could hear better by pressed his ear to the wood. The other three men kept a look out knowing that Taylor will tell them everything that was happening inside the tent.

They could hear Johnny's smooth sensual tone voice again. "Myron, I won't make you beg...much."

"Please, McKay. Do it! Please." They never heard their L.T.'s voice sound so desperate and breathless before and it cause a couple of them to shift to get more comfortable.

"Are you sure, Myron?" McKay asked softly in a husky voice. "Is this what you really want."

Goldman moan before answering in a pleading voice, "Yes, just do it . . . I ... need it."

They all heard the soft chuckle before McKay told the pleading man, "All right Goldman. Hang in there relief is comming."

Roo's eyebrows lifted and he winked at the other men. "Yeah, I bet it is."

"Hush!" Doc ordered quietly. "It's no one's business but theirs."

"Yeah, well then they shouldn't be doing on base if they didn't want to be caught," Roo tossed back at the medic.

"McKay if you don't quit stalling and get your but over here; I shoot you!"

"Myron. . . Trust me, I know what I'm doing. Just relax."

"I ... I've never asked someone to do this before . . . ohhh ... hsssssss ... damn, don't squeeze."

"Just relax Goldman ... it's the only way ... it would be over in a couple minutes. "

Outside the door Danny's jaw dropped and he moved closer to the door. "Whoa ... the L.T. must be in a bad way." He then turned bright red as he realized what he just said.

"Not half as bad as we be if the L.T. catches us listening," Doc whispered as he too move closer.

"Damn Goldman, it's hard as a rock," they could hear Johnny murmured from inside the tent.

"Hell it's been getting harder the whole time I been ... ahhhh ... right there ... yesss ... the whole time I been ... Ohhhh Johnnnnnyyy ... there ... I been trying to get you to do this." Myron panted breathlessly.

McKay's soothing rich tone reached out and caress his listeners as he told the panting man, "Relax, Myron ... just breath deeply and relax ... trust me."

"Damn, Mckay, It's never been this bad before."

"It's not my fault your too stubborn to ask my help, before things got so bad."

"Ohhhh ... god that it .. it's finally ... starting ... ahhhhh ... to feel better. Hell ... McKay if I knew ... knew that you could do this ... ohhhh that's good ... I would have."

They heard that quiet laugh of McKay's before his sex laden voice crept out and ensnarled the four eavesdroppers "I am glad that you enjoy it Goldman."

"Hot Damn!!!!" Marcus grin before turned to his co-listeners. "Who would have thought those two would --"

"Quiet Taylor! The L.T. might hear you and I for one don't want to get chewed a new one by him." Warn Ruiz in a hushed voice.

"Don't worry the L.T. won't catch me," Taylor reply as he went back to listening.

"Oh, he'll catch you all right," Doc grinned.

"Shhhh ... Not if I'm careful and you all keep quiet."

"Heck why would we do that? " Danny asked with a grin.

"Because I'm telling you." Taylor warned. "Besides you three are just as guilt as I am. If I go down so do you three."

"Hey, Taylor! You don't have to be mean about it!"

The four men's attention was drawn back to the door as they heard their L.T. moan. "Oh ... yesssss ... your ... your getting ... there ... yessss."

"Here shift just a little ... that's right --" They could all hear bodies shifting. Then McKay's soft voice asking, "Is it any better?"

"Oh yeah ... much better ... uuummmm ... much better." The four men could hear the relief and the pleasure purring through Goldman's voice.

"Maybe you can return the favor someday, Goldman."

"Yeah ..." Myron said lazily. "Just let me know, McKay."

"Don't worry Goldman, I let you know. There your all relax. Didn't I tell you that I was the best? "

"Yeah, it feels like all my muscles has turn to mush," answer Myron. The men could hear how relaxed and mellow their LT was.

"I told you!" Came the smug reply from McKay.

The four men could heard a chuckle followed by their L.T. relax voice, "All right McKay, I have to admit you're the best I ever had, but know I don't want to move."

Taylor grinned and winked at the others. "That must have been some ride McKay gave the L.T." "Here, Myron ... let me help you get up. Just in case someone drops by."

Taylor could hear the sound of the chair being pushed back and it creaked slightly as Myron pushed himself up out of it. Footsteps moved around inside the room, and the other three men moved a little was back from the door to avoid getting caught but Taylor stayed where he was.

"You feel a little shaky there Myron. Are you sure your feeling ok?"

"I'm fine Johnny. You're a miracle worker. I swear that was the worst charlie-horse I have ever had since I was a kid!"

Taylor looked at his friend from where he leaned against the door, and mouthed, "Charlie-horse?" just as Goldman opened the door, sending the other man sprawling the dirt. "Uh, hi L.T. ... I can explain ..."

THE END