Captain O'Neil

Captain O'Neil (pt.1)

Captain O'Neil

Nash stood there on the crowded train with George on the way to god knows where. Right before the train started off a group of men on horses arrived at the station. There was a man on a light brown horse that rode in front of all the others. Once they reached the end of the platform, the man got off the horse and started for the enlistment man. Nash suddenly heard a quiet voice near his ear saying "That's Sheriff Buckey O'Neil, He's gonna be our Captain." Nash whipped around to look at the guy who was speaking while realizing Holy shit, I just signed up for the military. During Nash's whole life changing realization Buckey boards the train. Buckey looks at Nash and George "Have I seen you two men before?" with a thick southern accent, Buckey was a fairly tall, older man with light grey hair and a thick, neatly combed grey mustache.

"Nope" George awkwardly replied. Nash was slightly frightened by George's voice because he had forgotten he was there while he was taking in the older man's features. Buckey just nodded his head and turned away. The train ride was gonna be a long one so Nash decided to take a nap.

****TIME SKIP****

Nash, Buckey, and two other men were sitting around the fire. Normally Nash would be in his tent by now given the fact that George is his only friend and the training is hard but he decided he wasn't tired enough to go to bed yet. Nash only recognized one of the other people as Craig Wadsworth who was a highly educated man. Soon enough Wadsworth and the other man retired to bed for it was late into the night and they had training the next day. That left only Nash and Buckey around the fire Buckey slightly slipped a small container of an unmarked liquid out of his coat pocket. "Would you like a drink, Nash?" Buckey's smooth southern accent called

"Why the hell not, Captain?"

That one line lead to many more not consenting drinks. Slowly the boys got closer and closer together until Nash was practically sitting in O'Neil's lap. They no longer had control over what they were doing or saying due to the amount of alcohol they both consumed. So it wasn't very much of a surprise when their faces were centimeters away and O'Neil  hoarsely whispered "I haven't done anything with anyone in months and I'm slowly losing control of it, Henry."and with that Nash grabbed Buckey's face and crashed their mouths together. All Nash could taste was homemade liquor and cigars although he didn't mind much, it was kinda comforting. One thing lead to another and they ended up blindly making there way to Buckey's tent with their mouths sloppy intertwined. Buckey pushed Nash roughly onto the cot and straddled his legs without breaking the kiss. Buckey hurriedly started removing Nash's shirt and once free of it he started violently marking his collarbone and neck with love bites. Nash let out a quiet moan at the harsh feeling but that just encouraged Buckey to go harder. Buckey slowly started making his way down Nash's stomach stopping at the last visible part of Nash's V-line. Buckey started unbuttoning the top Nash's pants, Buckey slowly lifted his head and with a crooked smirk said "Don't tell my wife."

And with that Nash woke up