SNIPER 16

I want to relax with the Sniper.

The scene is set: our home in the Australian outback. Lavender chamomile scented candles are strewn about the place, creating a dreamy atmosphere in the dimmed lighting. It's starting to get late and I've nearly finished preparing dinner consisting of marinated steak, lightly glazed with balsamic, with steamed asparagus laid to the side. The Sniper hasn't come home from work yet, but my intuition tells me that he'll be here soon. For now, there's still some last-minute preparations to be done: arranging the silverware, garnishing the meals, making sure that I look presentable.

I've only just started to pour the wine when I hear the key jiggling the lock to the front door. I set the bottle down and rush to meet my lover - the Sniper, who has to duck to get past the too-short door frame - in a tight embrace. He laughs and squeezes me close. He's happy. I'm happy.

He starts to notice that the surroundings have changed and asks me what this was all about. I'd tell him that this was all about *him*, playfully tickling his chin. He would roll his eyes, scoffing that he wasn't the romantic type - then break into a goofy smile, unable to keep a straight face as I pull him into the dining room.

He'd talk about his job as we ate. Bragging about how many spooks he outsmarted that day, the delicate art of lining up the perfect shot, his ever-present status as a high value target in the enemy's eyes. It was a job that he loved and excelled at. But waiting for hours to assassinate a key target did have its downsides - his back was killing him, for one.

I drain the remaining wine left in my glass and promptly direct the Sniper to the bedroom. His muscles are tense and in dire need of a thorough massage (he'd *kill* for one, he tells me, snickering at his own stupid pun). I motion for him to sit down on the bed and I settle down behind him. I can sense how stiff he is, despite him being fully clothed, and get started tight away, gently working the base of my hand into the Sniper's neck muscles. His lips twitch into a smile, and I take a moment to lean down and kiss him before continuing, his stubbly jawline tickling my neck.

I move to unbutton and slip his shirt off, revealing his toned, perfect abdomen. A brief pause is taken to fully take in and admire the Australian's beautiful body, then it's back to work massaging the muscles that loosen up and relax under my touch. I run my hands down the entirety of the man's body, caressing every firm muscle underneath the perfect skin. The Sniper smiles and relaxes on the bed, whispering for me to go lower, past his waistline.

My hand reaches down to unbuckle his belt, loosening it and setting it aside; we wouldn't be needing it anytime soon. I tug his pants down to his ankles and run my hands down his thighs, his calves, back up to his abdomen, then finally to his crotch. I slip my hands underneath the waistband of his boxers and slowly start to pump his thick, hardening cock.

The Sniper gently runs his fingers through my hair as I stroke his uncircumcised foreskin back and forth. I start to pick up the pace and jerk him off faster as he closes his eyes and bites his lip, muttering soft "oh, *fuck*"s under his breath, just loud enough for me hear.

I can tell that he's getting close to his climax, so I tighten my grip and beat him off as fast as I can, gently gliding my free hand over his chest and abs. He orgasms into my hand with a sharp gasp, tightly grasping the fabric of my shirt as cum spills down his throbbing, red cock onto my hand. With a final tremble he collapses against the bed, taking in deep breaths as I lick clean the salty, thick semen from my fingers.

I lay down next to the already-sleeping Sniper and cuddle close to him, turning off the lights and falling asleep to the sounds of his light snoring, my head nestled against his chest.