Free Active Duty: Gay Military Erotic Romance by Neil Plakcy Page A

Freddie did that thing with his tongue that had made Mike’s vision go fuzzy, the first time Freddie had done it.
    Freddie cleared his throat very pointedly. “You want me to give you a minute?”
    When Mike looked up, Freddie was checking out the bulge in his pants. “No,” Mike said, letting his hand drift down to rest against his semi-hard dick. “I want you to give me a hand with this.”
    “Jesus,” Freddie groaned, not looking away. “I don’t knowwhether I’m more bothered by your terrible lines or by the fact that you’re trying to get me into your bed after spending a week fucking your hot friend.”
    Mike very carefully didn’t tease—Freddie had the worst luck with men, something that he preferred to talk about only when he was very drunk. “Which one is more likely to help persuade you to get me off?”
    “Well, when you put it that way…” Freddie rolled his eyes, but he did it while he was swinging down into Mike’s bunk, so Mike didn’t call him on it. “You want me to suck you off?” Freddie asked.
    Mike’s dick twitched in his uniform pants. “Will you do it on your knees?”
    Freddie didn’t answer, just slid down to his knees and reached for Mike’s fly. Mike patted his head a little, but the angle was awkward. “Hold on.”
    Freddie leaned backward, one hand on the floor behind him. It pushed his hips up, distracting Mike for a moment. He really was hot, especially on his knees in his uniform. Mike dropped his left foot to the floor, giving Freddie room to get his hands onto Mike’s thighs, ducking his head to breathe warmly over Mike’s cock.
    Mike made a low noise in the back of his throat, resting his hand on the back of Freddie’s head again. “That’s nice.”
    Freddie huffed a low laugh. “Gonna be better than nice,” he promised, and pulled Mike’s cock out of his underwear. His hand was dry and cool on Mike. “You got a condom?”
    Mike blinked, swallowed down the first words in his head, that he’d used them all up with Danny. It was true, but not exactly tactful. “Do you?”
    “No.” Freddie huffed out a breath that did approximately nothing for how turned on Mike was. “Maybe I could—”Freddie pushed into a crouch like he was meaning to stand.
    Before he could, Mike caught his shoulder, tugging. Freddie half-caught himself on the edge of Mike’s bunk, then, when Mike tugged again, tipped forward to sprawl over him. Both of them groaned at the press of their bodies together, and Mike took advantage of their new proximity to kiss Freddie, putting a little teeth into it so that Freddie gasped. “Take your pants off.”
    “Yes, sir.” Freddie pushed himself up, only just avoiding hitting his head on the underside of the top bunk. “Um.”
    Mike laughed a little, pressing another kiss to Freddie’s neck so he wouldn’t be offended. “Maybe let me do it.”
    Freddie shifted his weight until he was in something more like a push-up. Mike took a moment to just admire how he looked doing it, before fumbling at Freddie’s pants. He was already hard, maybe from talking about Danny, maybe from being on his knees for Mike.
    “Gonna hold that position?”
    “Hell, no.” Freddie dropped out of the push-up, but carefully, so his full weight didn’t land on Mike. “Now what?”
    Mike didn’t bother to answer, just got his hand around both their cocks, stroking firmly. “Yeah?”
    Freddie snuggled closer, mouthing at Mike’s neck above the collar of his shirt. “Yeah.”
    The first few strokes weren’t quite right, too dry, but getting off on a ship full of people meant learning how to do it quickly. It didn’t take long before they were leaking against each other, Mike’s hand slick as he worked both of them. Freddie rolled his hips into their hands, his breath huffing against Mike’s neck. Mike was pretty sure they were going to regret doing this while fully dressed, but he was equally sure that he didn’t really care.
    “You