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Don't Mean Nothing

Summary : Danny encounters someone doing something rather unexpected.
Rating : NC-17
Pairing : Danny Purcell / Marcus Taylor
Disclaimer : None of the characters are mine. If they were, they'd be naked more often.

Authors Note : This is in response to a rare-slash challenge by the Tour of Duty Notes list. It's all their fault!

Danny Purcell had been in country less than two months. At first he had thought that he would never get used to the smells that permeated the firebase. Now, he could barely remember what clean air smelled like. He tossed and turned in his bunk, struggling to get comfortable on the thin mattress. Throwing back the blanket, he gave up on his attempt at sleep and padded outside in his bare feet. He sat down on the step and wrapped his arms around himself. It wasn't cold, by any stretch of the imagination, but he was wearing just his underpants and a vest, and was feeling somewhat exposed.

Despite the late hour, the firebase was still active, with night-time missions becoming more and more frequent as the war continued. Occasionally a chopper would whirr overhead, the sounds fading off as it sped towards the depths of the jungle. Purcell just sat and watched. He had always enjoyed watching people, trying to guess their personalities from how they behaved. He wasn't any good at it, but it was a good a way as any to pass the time.

He watched as a kid walked past him. The slim built lad couldn't be any older than 18. Purcell shook his head - at least he'd chosen to be there. Most of the poor guys going home in body bags had no choice in the matter. The kid had an excited look in his eyes, one that Purcell recognised from back home. Where he came from, a look like that generally meant that someone was about to get themselves into trouble. Unable to look away, he watched as the kid stopped in front of one of the storerooms a few yards away. He turned, eyes darting all over the place, and then ducked inside the store.

With a sense of responsibility, Purcell stood up, taking a moment to stretch his aching muscles, and walked over the storeroom. He felt that he needed to keep an eye on the kid, despite not knowing who he was. Like the kid had done, Purcell glanced around and, finding the area clear, he too headed inside the building.

There were no overhead lights, but Purcell could make out an outline of the kid standing near one of the walls. Before he thought too much about it, he called out.

"Hey, kid!"

"Shit." The kid spun round, clutching at his pants. Another soldier, who had been kneeling down in front of him, backed off to the wall.

Horror-struck, Purcell realised what was going on. He'd heard rumours about men turning to each other when they couldn't get a girl, but he didn't think it would happen here on Ladybird. He stood, frozen to the spot, watching as the kid ran out of the storeroom. The other man, until now hidden by the shadows, stood up.

"Taylor?" If Purcell had been shocked before, he was almost speechless now. How on earth could Taylor, his buddy, be in here? Doing that?

"Purcell? That you?"

Purcell couldn't answer, he simply nodded. He would never in a million years have expected to find Taylor on his knees, with his mouth around another guys cock. He couldn't understand what was happening. Taylor wasn't ... like *that* ... was he?

"Damn it, Purcell. Why you always have to butt in where you're not wanted?" Taylor didn't appear to be embarrassed at all, simply annoyed at having his 'encounter' interrupted. He walked over to Purcell and stood face to face. Purcell dropped his eyes, unable to look at Taylor.

"It don't mean nothing," Taylor tried to explain. "Look, sometimes a guy needs a little company, even on base. And when there ain't any women around, you gotta do what you gotta do."

Purcell shook his head, trying not to listen. "But you ... you're ... not .... he ...."

"It don't mean nothing," Taylor repeated. "I ain't one of them. I just give a little to get a little, know what I mean?"

Purcell barely understood anything Taylor was saying. Half of him was horrified by what he had seen. The other half of him was curious. He knew that what Taylor was doing could mean him ending up in some deep trouble, and he wondered why someone would go to those risks when he could just as easily 'take care of things' by himself. Purcell wasn't the most experienced guy on base when it came to sex. He'd been with a couple of girls back home, but never made it further than a bit of heavy petting. Sex just wasn't done where he lived.

"What's it like?" Purcell blurted out, before he could stop himself. He felt a blush rise and spread across his face.

Taylor smiled at him. "Giving or taking?" He knew that Purcell wasn't going to report him, and he had started to relax slightly.

"Either."

"When it's your turn to give, you just kinda suck. It's a weird feeling at first, but it's not horrid. Taking? Well, as I always say, it don't much matter whose down there - a mouth is a mouth."

Purcell blushed anew at the lurid comment. He had no idea what any mouth would feel like down there. Taylor must have seen the unasked question in his eyes. He dropped to his knees in front of Purcell and pushed his underpants down to his thighs.

"Huh? Taylor?" Purcell stuttered as he realised what Taylor was doing. Suddenly, he felt Taylor's tongue lick at the head of his cock. He gasped and Taylor looked up at him, with a confident grin and a quick wink. His tongue came out again, running along the full length of Purcell's cock.

"Shit." Purcell felt his legs start to shake. He'd never had anyone touch him like that, especially not in the middle of the firebase.

"What if someone comes in?" he managed to stutter.

"Well, if you want me to stop.....?"

"Hell no." Purcell had never felt like this. He could feel the blood speeding around his body. Could feel every nerve pulsating. Could feel Taylor's hot breath on his stomach.

"Good. Relax, Danny-boy. Live and Learn." Taylor lowered his head and in one swift movement took Purcell's cock into his mouth. Purcell groaned as the warmth engulfed him. He instinctively grabbed the back of Taylor's head, encouraging him to suck harder, further, hotter. He bucked his hips in rhythm with the rising and falling of Taylor's head.

Only a few moments later, Purcell could feel himself about to climax. Taylor, obviously used to the warning signs, pulled his head away and replaced his mouth with his hand. One, two strokes and Purcell came, exploding into Taylor's hand. Barely able to breath, Purcell slumped onto the floor, looking up at Taylor expectedly.

Taylor threw a spare bandana at Purcell, who caught it and looked confused.

"Clean yourself up, kid."

"But ... you ... me ..."

Taylor shook his head. "There is no you and me. That was just a favour. Your turn next time." He walked over to the door, hesitated, and turned around to face Purcell.

"Remember, Purcell. It don't mean nothing."