Free Active Duty: Gay Military Erotic Romance by Neil Plakcy

himself off, his hand wet with Danny’s come. Danny caught his hips, pulling him in till his dick was tight against Danny, and okay, maybe Mike did know what he wanted after all.
    “Just like that,” Danny said, low in his ear. “That’s it, just like that, you’re so hot.”
    Speaking of not really lasting long the second time around—it took Mike less than three minutes to come all over Danny’s skin. Best three minutes he’d had since the last time, though.
    And he wanted to, so he did, putting an end to any kind of conversation not including the words yes, more, or right there, fuck, don’t stop.
    “So,” Freddie said, when Mike got back to the tiny cabin they shared with two other guys. Freddie’s stuff, to Mike’s complete lack of surprise, was already put neatly away, and Freddie himself was back in uniform, sprawled on the top bunk, one leg dangling in Mike’s face. The guy really was too tall to be in the Navy, which was all about tiny spaces. “He’s the guy.”
    Mike automatically checked for James and Luke, even though their stuff was conspicuously missing. Not that either man would care if they walked in on Mike and Freddie talking about guys, but they kept the chat about women to a minimum, and Mike always felt he owed them the same courtesy.
    “Yeah, he’s—hang on, you’re here, how did you even see us?”
    Freddie raised one eyebrow, which he said made him look mysterious and Mike thought made him look like a loon. “I see everything.”
    “Not through three decks and more walls than I can be bothered to count.”
    “Saw you getting out of a cab when I was on deck,” Freddie admitted. “He’s cute. Always figured he’d have glasses.”
    “Why?” Mike rolled up his now empty duffle and closed his locker. They had another two hours before they were officially back on duty and he hadn’t slept much the night before. He dropped onto the bunk below Freddie’s and contemplated a nap.
    “You talk about him studying all the time; I got a mental image.”
    Mike didn’t ask whether the cane and Danny’s limp had been part of that. It wasn’t something he usually mentioned, though he was always at least a little aware of it when they were together. So long after the accident, compensating where Danny needed him to was almost as much second nature for him as it was for Danny. “He doesn’t have any jackets with elbow patches. Or geek slogan T-shirts.”
    Freddie made a noise that could have meant almost anything to someone who hadn’t bunked with him for two years. Since Mike had, he knew what that noise meant. “You’re picturing him without a shirt right now, aren’t you?”
    Freddie’s head appeared over the side of his bunk, upside down and only faintly repentant around his dark eyes. “He’s built, for an academic.”
    Mike blinked. It didn’t do a great deal for the sudden image of Danny and Freddie together. Freddie was tanned, like Mike, in sharp contrast to Danny’s pale skin and freckles, and had a good foot of height on Danny. They’d look good together, Mike thought, Freddie on his knees sucking Danny off, Danny’s hands trying and failing to grip Freddie’s even-shorter-than-regulation dark hair while Freddie’s eyes went nearly black with how turned on he was. Or, even better, Freddie prepping Danny for Mike’s cock. Freddie didn’t have the kind of overt muscles that some military guys had, but there was a sort of clean definition to his body regardless. When he wasn’t wearing any clothes, it made every movement very compelling. When he wasn’t wearing any clothes and was working Danny open… “Huh,” Mike said intelligently.
    Danny would love getting a blow job from Freddie, who had possibly the best mouth of anyone Mike had done that with. Mike stuck himself into the fantasy, curled behind Danny where he was sitting on the bed, rubbing his dick against the small of Danny’s back, smudging precome over the smooth skin there as Danny gasped and