Bomb Disposal Elite

Anna raised her head and looked at him, "Rick...I'm sorry..."

"Excuse me for what?" Rick glanced back at him.

"Today I said... your work is very interesting..."

"That?" Rick smiled and shook his head, "I know you didn't mean it. Every time we dismantle a bomb, it's the end of the world."

Sean also turned his head, gave Anna a comforting look, then pushed Rick's shoulder with his fist, and hummed the song Theend of the World.

His voice has the mellowness of a man, matched with the endless gravel, it makes people fall into it unnaturally.

Rick tapped the edge of the steering wheel lightly with his index finger in Sean's voice.

Howkins turned his head sideways and looked at the small half of Sean's head exposed from the seat.

Back at the camp, Rick and Sean drank beer, celebrating today's survivors.

"Just drinking beer, it's so boring!" Rick collapsed on the bed, "If only I could find something to do!"

Sean smiled, fiddled with the stack of DVDs, "Do you want to watch Gone with the Wind?"

"It's a love movie again, it's weird for us to watch it together!" Rick shook the bottle.

"Watching a movie with me is weird, but watching it with Anna is romantic?" Sean kicked Rick funny.

Rick drank a little too much and muttered twice in a daze.

Sean checked the time, and it was getting late, so he pulled Rick up, "Let's go, I'll take you back to the dormitory!"

After struggling for a while, Rick seemed to miss Sean's bed.

After finally resisting Rick and sending him back, after covering him with a quilt, Sean walked back to his dormitory, lighting a cigarette while walking.

When he came to the door of his dormitory, a figure was sitting there. Sean tilted his head, and could vaguely recognize the other person's long legs.

"Hawkins? What are you doing here so late?"

"There's something wrong with my bank of circuits."

"So?" Sean looked at him with folded arms, and sometimes he really wanted to open Hawkins' head to see what was inside.

"Thinking of you to write a report." Howkins replied as it should be.

Sean raised his eyebrows, he really wanted to kick Hawkins, he had to sit here and wait for his time, he could just go to any dormitory to write that bullshit report.

"You go as soon as you finish writing. I'm going to bed." Sean opened the door, and Hawkins followed him in.

Sean was lying on the bed, clacking and clicking the remote control.On the contrary, Hawkins was very quiet, just sitting at the desk and writing something on the paper.Sean glanced at him, but saw the red mark on his neck, which was scratched by the bullet today.

Sean's fingers trembled. He wanted to hold back, but he still asked, "Why don't you go to Dr. Louis?"

"Huh?" Hawkins still lowered his head, focusing on the report.

Sean simply got up, pulled out his drawer with a clatter, lifted the medicine box and shook it on the table.

Hawkins finally raised his head to look at him, his calm eyes seemed to be looking at a vexatious child.This kind of gaze almost irritated Sean, "I know you want to die! But I don't want the wound to be infected and my head to be confused when the bomb is dismantled, sending me and Rick to heaven!"

"Sean." Hawkins turned sideways, holding Sean's face with both hands, as if to stabilize his fluctuating emotions, and dragged his mind to his face.

Sean took a breath and smiled helplessly, "You are like this. You can use robots to defuse bombs but you insist on walking in front of those damn bombs, and you don't wear your damn explosion-proof suit, I don't even How did you graduate when you knew about bomb disposal training? You were undisciplined...tell me! How did you stay in this army! After you did all these ridiculous things, not only did you look at Me, still calling my name in this tone, you make me think that I am the ridiculous person!"

"Sean." Hawkins' face moved closer again, his breath barely touched Sean's face, and his indifferent eyes gave an illusion of softness.

"Don't look at me like this." Sean wanted to turn his head away, but there was a warning in his voice.Hawkins obviously didn't seem to be exerting much force, but Sean could only maintain that posture.

"Are you afraid of my death?"

"Wrong, I think you put on the national flag and lie under the soil in the US military cemetery to listen to the national anthem! Then Rick and I can change to a more peaceful leader! Rick and I can return to the United States alive!" Sean squeezed the words through his teeth.

"Are you afraid of my death?" Hawkins repeated the question, as if what Sean had just said wasn't the answer.

"That's right! Why are you still alive!" Sean tried hard to break away Hawkins' palm, but the other party let go, but wrapped around his chest and hugged him, Sean fell forward with a force, and he quickly He supported the table beside him, but Hawkins pulled him even harder.

The current position is ridiculous. Sean and Hawkins are facing each other, sitting on each other's lap.

"Are you afraid of my death?" Hawkins asked the same question, seemingly unchanged in tone.

Sean wanted to stand up, but Hawkins fixed him very tightly. The seat slid slightly on the ground due to the force of the two people, making a sharp sound. Sean wanted to beat Hawkins, but At a certain moment, he felt something hard was pressing against his back.

"Fuck! Howkins—get me up—right now!" Sean could hardly control his emotions, he knew what this man was thinking at the moment, and he didn't want to be part of the other's imagination at all.

"Don't mess with Sean, you know what I'm thinking."

Sean saw faint flames in Hawkins' eyes, jumping as if trying to break through the shackles of the pupils.

"Tell me Sean, are you afraid of my death?"

Sean didn't understand why Hawkins could keep asking this question so persistently, but his voice was too quiet, and Sean's thinking was like a fire falling into the sea of ​​ice.

"Yeah, I'm scared. I'm the one standing in your back with the gun. Can you imagine my finger on the trigger every step you take as you walk up to that goddamn car? Can you imagine When you climbed up on that goddamn power pole to defuse that shitty bomb...did I think that shot didn't blow a light bulb but my head? 46 more days...can you imagine me waking up every day Oh my god, I'm going to go on a mission with that lunatic again! Come on and blow me up on the bed with a mortar!"

Hawkins kissed him suddenly, so hard it snapped Sean's back.

Sean struggled for a while, grabbed the opponent's shoulders with both hands, pressed down hard, and finally broke free and fell backwards.Sean just leaned sideways to support himself, but he didn't want Hawkins to press down. Sean kicked and kicked, and soon the two of them wrestled together again.In a fist fight, Sean had to admit that his position was not favorable and Hawkins was also a master of close combat.

"I hate it when you go to the movies with Rick!"

"I hate it when you say other women are your sexual fantasies!"

"I hate it when you stood behind me during the bomb disposal and then ignored me after the task!"

Sean's eyes widened. It was the first time he saw Howkins' emotion was like a bomb that exploded. He wasn't screaming, but every word he said was so powerful that Sean was stunned in a daze.

"Also, I want you."

Hawkins' appearance was originally handsome, and Sean saw wildness and unruly unruliness at that moment.

It's dangerous, Sean knows.

Hawkins was more dangerous than any bomb in the world.

But when his kiss fell, Sean had nowhere to escape.

Strong sucking, possessiveness filled Sean's mouth.

Hawkins let go of Sean's hand, and there was a sound of clothes rubbing. He took off his camouflage uniform, grabbed Sean who was still sluggish, and pressed his hand on the tall and outrageous hard object.

Sean wanted to take his hand back, but Hawkins chuckled.

Hawkins seldom smiled, and there was always a sense of irony in his smile, but this time, Sean could hear the self-mockery.

"Get the fuck off my hand! I'm not in the mood for handjobs!"

Hawkins leaned down and whispered in Sean's ear, "It's hot, right?"

"Fart!" Sean turned his face away, wondering why he couldn't beat Hawkins?

"You know how much it wants to get inside you and fuck you?" Hawkins said slowly, but Sean just wanted to kill him!

"Do you know how much it wants to experience the feeling of being tightly wrapped by you?" Hawkins' breath sprayed into Sean's ear, like a primer, Sean's body trembled and a stream of heat rushed down.

"You know it wants to put you in a place where no one can go and fuck you day and night?"

"Stop you lunatic! Shut up! Shut up!" Sean yelled, and someone in the next dormitory was knocking on the wall to ask them to be quiet.

Hawkins squeezed Sean's upper lip again, unlike the previous times of being crazy and relentless, this time he looked gentle and full of comfort.The tip of the tongue slowly penetrated along the crack of the lips, licking the inner side of the upper lip.

Sean took a breath, sneered and avoided, "You might as well knock me out!"

"You want to know why you can't always beat me?" Hawkins held Sean's hand and moved slowly over his desire. Sean stiffened his body, feeling the throbbing pulse and uncontrollable temperature there, his heart It was beating so fast that it was difficult to calm down.

"why?"

"Because my cousin used to be in the special forces. Before he was blown into the sky, he liked to teach me how to fight. What I am most interested in is how to deal with specially trained special forces."

Sean was stunned for a moment, Hawkins' cousin was killed by the bomb?

"So you have two options, use your hands. Or I'll immobilize you and pull down your pants and do what I want. Your choice."