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would harm my career in the service. Since the day I enlisted, the Navy has always come first."
Chance should have told him about his own life then, but he didn't. He hated talking about his awful situation, and he didn't want to interrupt Brody. So he asked, "How sick is your mother?"
Brody stared at the light blue wooden ceiling over the veranda and sighed. "She's in the final stages of cancer and she's dying. I doubt she'll last until the end of summer."
"I'm sorry," Chance said.
"The hardest part is that I've been trying to make peace with her since I got back, but when I walk into the room, she still turns her head. When I ask her a question she answers me with short, cold sentences. I don't think she'll ever forgive me for running out and joining the Navy behind her back. In her eyes, I'm nothing but a failure. I don't have a wife, I didn't give her grandchildren, and I'll never be much more than what I am right now. If she knew I was gay, she'd probably drop dead on the spot. Either that or she'd just shake her head and continue watching TV as if it didn't matter. Sometimes I think her indifference is worse than her hatred." He sighed and slapped Chance on the ass a little harder and said, "I'm going upstairs to get you a pair of sweats. It's getting late and I don't want you driving back naked."
"Just give me yours," Chance said. He tugged on the waistband of Brody's pants and let it snap against his solid waist. He wanted to lighten things up a little for Brody's sake—the conversation had taken such a serious turn. "Why should you run all the way upstairs?"
"I was going to get you a clean pair," Brody said. "These are a little funky. I've been sweating in them all afternoon."
"I'd rather wear the ones you've been wearing all day," he said, "I like the way your balls smell." Then he buried his face between Brody's legs, pressed his nose to Brody's scrotum, and inhaled deeply.
Brody laughed and rubbed his jaw, then pushed Chance's head forward with his hips so he could stand up and take off his pants. He pulled them off fast, and his penis bounced against his balls. The lacy tattoo on his arm jiggled and changed shape when he moved. Then he tossed the pants to Chance so that the crotch would land right on his face.
Chance stood and put them on slowly. They were a little too large, but he said, "Perfect fit." He wrapped his arms around Brody's waist and rested his head against his chest. "I'm glad I came over tonight. I almost chickened out."
"I'm glad you did, too, baby," he said. He slipped both hands down the back of Chance's pants and squeezed his ass again, and then he lowered his head and kissed him on the mouth. When his tongue found Chance's tongue, he closed his eyes and pressed two fingers against Chance's anus. The tip of his middle finger started to slip inside the small, tight opening.
Chance was ready to arch his back and spread his legs so Brody could go deeper. He wanted Brody to bang his ass. But he stepped back and said, "I'd better get going. It's late."
"When can I see you again?" Brody asked.
"My boss is a real prick sometimes," he said. "Come in between five and six. He takes long naps." He leaned forward and kissed him on the lips, then grabbed his blazer from the floor and jogged down the steps in his bare feet. He turned back once to smile and wave. Brody was standing on the top step, leaning back a little, naked from the waist down with his hands on his hips and his thin, hairy legs spread apart. Chance started to jog, and when he reached the car it occurred to him that for the first time in ages, he was whistling.
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Chapter Four

The next morning, Chance was up before dawn and working in the kitchen on the special for the day. Though he normally wore jeans and a white T-shirt, that morning he decided he'd wear Brody's dirty sweatpants all day. He'd slept with them on his pillow all night, and he'd covered his face with them and jerked off right before his morning