06:32. Wellington Barracks, London

The morning air was crisp, but inside the barracks, the heat between them had nothing to do with the weather. Edward and James were Queen's Guards, the kind tourists gawked at outside Buckingham Palace. Red tunics, towering bearskin hats, and that infamous stoic stare. Perfect soldiers, at least on the outside. But beneath the discipline and polished boots, they’d turned their own game into tradition. A race against time, a silent challenge to see how far they could push it before the next shift pulled them apart.

Today was different. The Queen would pass. They couldn’t afford mistakes. But lust didn’t care for royal schedules.


06:47. Locker Room

The barracks were quiet, but tension clung to the air like sweat on skin. Edward fastened his belt, his cock already half-hard beneath the crisp white trousers, straining against the tight fabric. Across from him, James pulled on his gloves, his eyes dark and fixed on Edward’s body.

James stepped in, close, too close. The scent of starch and heat filled the narrow space between them. "Big day. The Queen’s on site. No room for mistakes." His voice was low, teasing, but his hand betrayed him, already sliding down, palming the thick outline of Edward’s cock through the stiff fabric.

Edward’s breath hitched, a sharp intake of air as his cock twitched under the firm grip. "Bet I can finish you in seven minutes," he whispered, his hips pressing forward into James's hand.

James smirked, fingers pressing harder, slow, deliberate. "Then start."

Edward’s pulse pounded in his ears. His hand shot out, gripping James’s belt, ready to pull him closer. But the sharp clang of the barracks bell sliced through the air.

06:50. Time to take their positions.

07:10. On Duty

The sun crawled higher, the courtyard bustling with tourists. Edward stood rigid, rifle perfectly positioned, expression blank, the very image of discipline. Except for his cock, rock-hard and pressing uncomfortably against the stiff fabric of his uniform, throbbing with every heartbeat. He couldn’t adjust. He couldn’t move.

A group of tourists snapped photos, laughing, completely unaware of the unbearable ache between his legs. The weight of it. The strain. The twisted thrill of being watched, frozen in place, knowing he couldn’t do a damn thing about it. And it only made him harder.

Just a few feet away, James stood equally still, unreadable behind the stoic mask they were trained to wear. But Edward knew. He knew James was smiling under that blank façade, knowing exactly how hard Edward was, how desperate he’d become. The thought made Edward’s cock twitch even more.

08:20. First Break Approaching. He just had to last ten more minutes. Ten minutes of standing there, cock pulsing, knowing exactly what James had planned for him.

08:30. First Break

The moment they stepped into the guardroom, Edward barely had time to exhale before James grabbed him by the collar and shoved him against the lockers. Their polished boots clattered against the tiled floor, but neither of them cared.

"Couldn’t keep it down, could you?" James muttered, his breath hot against Edward’s ear, sending a shiver down his spine.

Edward let out a shaky laugh, his pulse hammering as James’s hand slid down between them, fingers already fumbling with his belt.

"Fuck, been hard since we lined up," he admitted, gasping when James palmed him through the stiff fabric, pressing against the throbbing bulge like he owned it.

Without wasting a second, James yanked at the belt, shoving fabric aside just enough to free Edward’s cock. Long, thick, flushed veins standing out from the tension of standing still too long. It sprang free, slapping against his abdomen, a slick mess of precum already smeared across his skin.

James let out a low whistle, eyes gleaming as he wrapped a gloved hand around the base. "Desperate, are we?"

Edward barely managed a breathless chuckle before James dropped to his knees. His fingers curled around Edward’s length, the soft leather a sinful contrast against his overheated skin. The first stroke was slow, teasing, making Edward’s cock twitch in anticipation.

"We’ve got eighteen more minutes," James murmured, licking his lips before swallowing him whole.

Edward sucked in a ragged breath, his head tipping back against the cold metal of the locker. "F-fuck…" The curse spilled from his lips, but he couldn’t stop it.

James didn’t just suck him off, he devoured him. His lips stretched wide around the girth, his tongue pressing firmly along the underside as he took Edward deeper, inch by inch, until his nose was nearly buried in the dark curls at the base. The wet heat of his mouth was unbearable, his throat flexing around the swollen head, sending vibrations straight through Edward’s shaft. His balls drew up tight, every nerve in his body screaming.

The room was silent except for the slick, obscene sounds of James’s mouth working him over, the wet suction and the occasional muffled groan sending jolts up Edward’s spine. His thighs tensed, his fingers digging into James’s hair as he struggled not to thrust.

James picked up the pace, his lips gliding smoothly along the length as his free hand cupped Edward’s balls, rolling them with just enough pressure to make his stomach tighten.

"You stand at attention so well," he teased between strokes, his breath hot against Edward’s spit-slick cock. "Let’s see if you can stay just as still while I ruin you."

Edward’s breath hitched, his grip tightening in James’s hair. He wasn’t going to last. He knew it. James knew it.

"Come on, love," James murmured, voice dripping with mockery. "You need this."

And fuck, he did. The need was unbearable. His cock throbbed, the heat coiling deep in his gut, seconds away from breaking.

DING. DONG.

The bell sliced through the haze, brutal and unforgiving.

James froze, lips still wrapped around Edward’s cock.

"Shit," Edward hissed, yanking him up. "Break’s over."

They scrambled, cocks still hard, the taste of each other still on their lips. No time to finish. Just time to get back in line.


08:51. Back on Duty

Edward was still panting, his heart hammering, his cock throbbing inside his tight trousers, swollen and leaking against the stiff fabric. Every shift sent a pulse of frustration through him, the heat unbearable, trapped, denied.

James barely glanced his way, but Edward caught the smirk threatening at the corner of his lips. He swallowed hard, fists clenching, every nerve in his body screaming for release. Next break couldn’t come soon enough.


09:02. Second Break

The moment the doors clicked shut, Edward grabbed James and spun him around, shoving him hard against the wooden bench. His cock was already throbbing, aching, pressing against the fabric of his trousers.

"Turn." His voice was rough, thick with need.

James didn’t hesitate. He planted his hands against the wall, legs spreading instinctively as Edward’s fingers tore at his belt. The leather slid free, and within seconds, his trousers were shoved down, pooling at his ankles. His bare ass was exposed, the curve of it perfect, his dick hanging heavy, already dripping.

"Bloody fuckin’ tease," Edward muttered, hands running over the firm curve of James’s arse before sliding lower, fingers grazing his cock. Precum smeared against his fingertips.

James let out a breathless chuckle, his voice laced with amusement. "You started it."

Edward didn’t reply. He just pressed closer, grinding against him, his clothed cock rubbing against the bare heat of James’s ass.

"Shit…" James bit out, his knuckles whitening against the wall as Edward’s grip on his hips tightened. He rolled his hips forward, slow, deliberate, his thick cock pressing between James’s cheeks, teasing them both to the brink.

"How much time?" James rasped.

"Eleven minutes."

"Then fuckin’ hurry up." James barely got the words out before Edward bit down on his shoulder, hard enough to make him gasp, a deep, guttural sound.

Then he yanked James’s trousers lower, just enough to spread him open completely. His dick bounced free, flushed and leaking, precum dripping onto the wood beneath him. His cock twitched as Edward’s breath ghosted over his skin.

Edward spat into his hand, slicked himself up, one hand spreading James wider. "Brace yourself." And then, he pushed in.

James choked on a gasp, his back arching sharply, his nails scraping against the wooden bench as Edward buried his cock deep inside him, stretching him open with a single thrust.

"Jesus…" James's voice cracked, his breath shuddering.

Edward clamped a hand over his mouth, muffling the sound. "Quiet, mate," he warned, his own voice rough with restraint.

James’s whole body shuddered, his breath coming in ragged, uneven pants. The tight, pulsing heat around Edward’s cock made him groan low in his throat. He gripped James’s hips hard and started moving—slow at first, dragging his dick out before driving it back in, savoring every slick glide.

The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the tiny space, obscene, undeniable.

"T-this ain’t quiet," James gritted out, his voice wrecked.

"Then bloody take it," Edward snarled, slamming his cock in harder, deeper.

James bit down on his own wrist, stifling the guttural moan as Edward fucked him relentlessly, every snap of his hips sending jolts of pleasure up his spine.

"Fuck, gonna…" James gasped, his whole body tensing, his dick throbbing.

Edward’s hand fisted around James’s cock, stroking once—twice—then suddenly stopped.

James let out a strangled noise of frustration, his body jerking. "What the fuck."

"Not yet." Edward’s breath was hot against his neck, his own cock still buried inside, thick and throbbing, aching to finish.

James trembled beneath him, panting. His dick twitched, desperate for release, but Edward held him still. "Fuck, Edward."

"Next break," Edward murmured, biting down on his shoulder again, just enough to make him groan.

With a slow, agonizing drag, Edward pulled out, his cock slick and swollen, twitching from the effort of stopping. He tucked himself back in, adjusting his uniform with shaky fingers.

James slumped against the wall, his own cock still rock-hard, leaking, unsatisfied. "You absolute cunt."

Edward smirked, straightening his jacket. "Then hold it till next break."


09:33. Back on Duty.

Both of them stood perfectly still, rifles in hand, faces blank, every inch the disciplined soldiers they were trained to be.

But beneath the stiff fabric and rigid posture, Edward was still throbbing, his cock aching with every restrained breath. The phantom pressure of James’s body lingered, his heat, his scent, the tight grip around Edward’s dick.

Beside him, James hadn’t adjusted his stance properly. His breathing was just a fraction too shallow. His thighs, slightly tense. Still feeling it. Still wrecked from the way Edward had left him wanting.

Edward bit the inside of his cheek, fighting the smirk threatening to break his expression. One more break. And this time, he wasn’t going to stop.


11:32. Third Break

The door had barely shut before Edward grabbed James and shoved him down onto the bench. His rifle clattered against the wall, momentarily forgotten, just like the perfect soldier’s posture he was supposed to maintain. His thick uniform jacket was still buttoned, his white gloves discarded hastily to the side. Underneath the stiff red tunic, his chest heaved, heat rolling off his body.

"On top." His voice was rough, urgent, leaving no room for hesitation.

James was already fumbling with his belt, fingers quick and desperate, his cock slapping against his thigh as he shoved his trousers down. The polished brass buttons of his tunic gleamed in the dim light, a stark contrast to the absolute filth of what they were about to do. He climbed onto Edward’s lap, legs spread wide, flushed, desperate, his hole already twitching, hungry for it.

"Bloody hell." Edward grunted, his hands locking onto James’s hips, fingers digging into the smooth, firm muscle. His cock was already leaking, slick from their last round, the swollen head rubbing against James’s bare skin, smearing precum over his entrance.

James barely gave himself time to adjust before he sank down, his breath catching, his hole stretching wide as Edward’s cock pushed deep inside. His thighs trembled as he impaled himself fully, the thick length splitting him open in the best way.

"Fuck." James’s fingers clenched around Edward’s shoulders, his grip tight, desperate. His cock bobbed against the pristine white fabric of Edward’s dress shirt, smearing precum over the rigid uniform.

Edward groaned, his head tipping back against the wooden bench. He gripped James’s arse hard, forcing him down until there wasn’t a single inch left to take. "That’s it. Take every fucking bit."

James gasped, his head rolling back, his hips rolling instinctively. The first few movements were slow, teasing, both of them savoring the feeling of how perfectly Edward’s cock filled him. But then his rhythm broke.

He started riding him properly, bouncing on his cock, thighs flexing as he slammed down over and over again. The wooden bench beneath them creaked under the force, the sounds of skin slapping against skin filling the cramped space.

"Fuck, just like that." Edward gritted his teeth, his gloved fingers pressing bruises into James’s waist, dragging him down harder, deeper.

James’s breathing was a wrecked mess, his cheeks flushed, his cock bouncing between them, dripping onto Edward’s uniform.

"You gonna" James stuttered, grinding down, chasing friction against the smooth buttons of Edward’s tunic, the rough texture rubbing against his sensitive skin.

"Yeah. Fuck." Edward’s grip tightened, his cock throbbing inside him.

James let out a sharp gasp, his whole body locking up as his orgasm hit him fast and hard. His cock jerked violently, ropes of cum splattering across Edward’s chest, streaking over the polished buttons of his red tunic. White, hot spurts coated the sharp creases of the stiff fabric, dripping down onto the black belt strapped tight around his waist.

"Shit." Edward sucked in a breath, watching the mess soak into his pristine uniform, but it only sent him over the edge faster. His own release crashed into him, a deep, primal growl tearing from his throat as his cock pulsed inside James, spilling deep, flooding him with every hot, thick pulse. His gloved hands dug into James’s hips, holding him down, grinding up into him as he filled him completely.

James trembled, his body shuddering, still twitching as Edward’s cum leaked out of him, slicking the inside of his thighs, staining the perfectly white trousers still bunched around his knees.

The air was thick with sweat and the sharp, unmistakable scent of sex.

James slumped forward against Edward’s chest, his cum still wet and sticky between them, soaking into the expensive military uniform.

"Fucking hell," James panted, his breath hot against Edward’s collar.

Edward let out a shaky laugh, his own cock still twitching, sensitive, spent. He glanced down at the mess James had left all over his uniform. "You’re cleaning this up next round."

James smirked, his voice hoarse. "Then better get me good and dirty again."


11:44. Emergency Cleanup

"Mate." James’s voice dropped, breathless but sharp with horror.

Edward looked down. White streaks. His red tunic. His fucking uniform. "Oh. Bollocks."

James scrambled, grabbing a cloth, wiping fast, but the mess only smeared across the fabric.

"Stop! You’re making it worse!" Edward hissed, yanking at his trousers, eyes darting to the door.

"Well, excuse me for panicking." James snapped, hands still moving frantically.

A sharp knock rattled the door. "Ten seconds, lads!"

They froze, breath caught in their throats. The evidence was still visible, shining under the dim light.

Edward swore, yanked his jacket closed, and gritted his teeth. "Just. Act. Normal."


11:46. On Duty

They stepped into position just as the doors swung open. And then she was there. The Queen.

Edward stood rigid, rifle in hand, his body locked into perfect form. Every inch of him radiated discipline. Every inch, except one. The stain was still there, a faint, pearly smear against the deep red wool. Hidden by the uniform’s thick texture, but not enough. If the light caught it wrong, if anyone looked too close, they would see it. His pulse thundered.

James, beside him, was stone-faced, unreadable. Only Edward saw the way his breath came just a fraction too slow. The way his stance was just a little off. The way his uniform, too, held evidence.

As Her Majesty passed, James leaned in, so close his breath nearly touched Edward’s skin. His voice was nothing but a whisper. "Still got some of yours in me, mate."

Edward’s chest tightened. His cock twitched. As the Queen moved past, as the world carried on, the proof of what they had done sat there, in plain sight.