Chapter 5
ALEX
I woke curled on my side, facing Daniel, well before my alarm the next morning.
I lay there watching him sleep, contemplating the best fuck I’d had in years.
Of course, I had little to compare it to.
Kelly and I hadn’t been exclusive when we were together.
We’d fooled around with each other, others separately and together, but still, as a guy in his early twenties, I had limited experience, especially in the last two years.
The man before me was beautiful. Funny. Smart. Sexy. Had a gorgeous dick that he knew how to use, and was strong as fuck, too, given he picked me up, tossed me over his shoulder before he carried my ass to the bedroom.
Of course, I wasn’t the biggest guy around.
I brushed six feet with my boots on. I spent my youth running, biking, and swimming, so I looked more like a triathlete than most people thought a SEAL did.
And that was fine with me. I didn’t join the Navy or work my ass off to make it through BUD/S for fame and fortune.
I did it to prove to myself I could do something hard, that I was more than the senator’s kid who’d never had to work for anything.
And because everything I read about the SEALs said they were brothers.
A family. I never had that growing up and knew I never would, thanks to the shit my father gave me as a ‘Welcome to Adulthood’ eighteenth birthday present.
He licked his lips, wiggled a little, then snuggled a little closer to me under the blankets.
A smile tugged at my mouth, and I rolled my lips inward between my teeth, and I bit down, trying to smother the softness this stranger had dredged up in me.
He’d called me dangerous, but he was the one who more accurately resembled that title.
Closing my eyes, I willed myself to rest. Which is what I should’ve done last night instead of fucking all night until I was a dehydrated sappy mess.
The great thing about BUD/S was that it taught you to drop off to sleep whenever and wherever.
Hopefully, when I woke up a second time, I’d be more myself.
The alarm on my watch beeped. My eyes opened.
My brain came online in a flash, and I moved to get up, only to realize something was weighing down the left side of my body from shoulder to knee.
Looking down, a riot of dark curls tickled my chin and nose.
Sighing, I lay back down on the pillow. It was, and would continue to be, rare that I got to enjoy waking up with a man in my bed and arms. I might as well take advantage of the situation. Who knew when I’d experience it again?
“Is the beeping urgent or just the regular military crack of dawn wake-up call followed by a grueling torture session known as PT?”
Laughing, I kissed the top of Daniel’s head before I replied. “Just the usual wake-up call. I don’t have watch until tomorrow. It’s the first time I’ve gotten more than twenty hours off in a row for nearly a year.”
“A year of lockdown?” he asked, his voice barely above a murmur.
I nodded with a “Hmm” in response.
Daniel rose, rolled fully on top of me, his lower body resting on the bed between my legs, and his upper body stretched out over my torso. His fingers danced over the barely there chest hair I had. I had known him for less than a day, and even I could see the wheels turning in his head.
“What’s on your mind?”
“What team have you been assigned to?”
I paused, unsure how to answer the question. Finally, I said, “What do you mean?”
“I mean, what SEAL team have you been assigned to?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, moving to slide from under him.
He pressed himself into a sitting position. His naked ass straddled my waist. My already half-interested cock perked up, bouncing against the globes of his firm ass. An ass I’d licked, bit, and smacked all within the last twelve hours.
“Don’t act like I’m an idiot, Xander. You know exactly what I’m talking about. I’m an intel agent embedded with a spec ops team, and you’re a baby SEAL getting ready to graduate SQT.”
My throat locked up. My mouth filled with saliva as dread filled my body.
“You’re CIA?”
“You’re a SEAL?”
The half-hard dick between my legs that had been demanding attention retreated so fast I got lightheaded as all the blood rushed back into my body.
Sighing, I scrubbed both hands over my face, shoving them into my hair while I tried to figure out how I could keep from being outed after sleeping with a fucking spook.
“Hey, Xander. Look at me.”
His hands cupped my face, and I stared up at him. Ice water ran through my veins, chilling me to the bone. Getting wet and sandy hadn’t been this cold.
“Whatever has you in such a panic that your skin turned cold, put it out of your mind. I’m not gonna out you. Doing so, outs me.”
“You can be…”
“Don’t tell me you’re that naive.”
I sighed; I wasn’t. Just because the agency said gays could serve and attend pride, it didn’t mean doing so openly wasn’t a risk.
Homophobia ran rampant throughout the intelligence community, government, and military and civilian workplaces.
People refused to realize that gays and lesbians and anyone else who fell under the queer rainbow could be just as intelligent and capable as their straight counterparts.
“I’m not. Naive, that is. I know you’re probably just as much in the closet as I am. I just never suspected I’d find someone with whom I could be open about my sexuality and my job.”
Our fingers laced together, and he used them to pull me up to a sitting position. I moved us back, so I rested against the headboard. My cock and his both perked up as we stared at one another. His tongue danced over his full lips, leaving them wet and shiny.
Leaning forward, giving him time to pull away, I closed the gap between us.
My hesitation melted away when he cupped my face before he captured my mouth.
He devoured me. Biting and sucking on my lips, teasing my tongue with his until I chased it from my mouth to his.
When we parted, we were both breathless, chests heaving, air moving in harsh pants.
Reaching into the nightstand, he pulled out the supplies.
I took the lube he held out to me, fully intending on slathering it over both our dicks so we could jerk off together.
But then he moved. His gorgeous blue eyes stared into mine as he moved down my lap.
My dick popped free. I reached down, stroking myself until precum bubbled from my slit.
He brushed his thumb over the head, gathering the pearly essence, then sucking his thumb clean.
“Let go. That’s mine,” he said.
The length twitched in my hand at his words before I let it go.
My arms fell onto the bed beside me. My cock, already ruby red and throbbing, stood proud and hard between us.
I waited for him to rearrange, roll the condom he held down his length, but shock ran through me, because instead, he placed it over mine, using both hands to smooth it out.
Other than a groan that rumbled in my chest, I didn’t know what to say.
The idea definitely wasn’t a turnoff. Daniel was sexy as fuck.
He’d been clear that he preferred to top, so I didn’t consider this an option.
Not that I minded if it wasn’t, or if it was.
I liked to fuck. I just preferred to be on the receiving end of the equation.
He looked up at me, kissing me as he took the lube from me. The squelch of the lube squirting from the tube only added to the anticipation rolling through my body at what he was about to do. I had to see it.
Pulling my mouth from his, I said, “Show me.”
He turned pink. The color climbed his body from his chest to his face. He ducked his head, but still turned around, presenting his ass to me as I had to him several times the night before.
“Fucking beautiful,” I groaned as he sank two fingers in his hole.
Grabbing the lube, I coated my cock, jacking myself off in time with his movements until I couldn’t take anymore. I smacked his ass. “My turn.”
The tiny whine of frustration he’d made while stretching himself morphed into a long, low moan, and his head dropped forward, hanging between his shoulders when I replaced his fingers with my own. I pressed in deep, fucking his hole open, adding a second and third finger as he loosened.
“Jesus fuck. Fuck me already,” he pleaded when I twisted my fingers inside him, rubbing over his prostate for a third time.
I chuckled, moved him into position.
“You’re an asshole,” he groaned as I pressed gently, sliding into him in one long, slow thrust.
“Yes. I. Am.” Each word punctuated with a thrust to his prostate.
I kept up the punishing pace, speeding up and slowing down. Switching from brutal to gentle, I rode him until he keened.
“Please. Dear fucking God. I need to come.”
Gripping his curls, I pulled his head back until his body bowed. I leaned over him, still railing his ass, and I whispered, “Do it. Come for me, gorgeous.”
He reached for his dick, and I growled, “No hands. You chose my cock. You’ll come with only my cock.”
He groaned, his hand smacking my hair-covered thigh, pulling me into him, his nails buried in the muscle.
Pressing my free hand to the small of his back, I forced him into a deeper arch. My cock dragged over the bundle of nerves deep inside him as I slowly moved in and out of him, making sure he felt every inch I gave him.
The chorus of sounds that came from him turned to guttural curses, then screams as his body seized up, his ass milking my cock as he came. His orgasm triggered my own. I fell over him, gasping for breath as I came back to earth.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
“SHUT THE FUCK UP!”
“GIVE IT A DAMN REST! YOU’VE GONE AT IT ALL DAMN NIGHT!”
“IT’S SIX A.M., ASSHOLES!”
Our eyes met. Smiles broke free. Laughter ensued—raucous belly laughs that set the neighbors off on another round of beating, banging, and yelling.
“Shower?”
“Breakfast?”
Our questions blended as we spoke simultaneously. I leaned in, kissing him softly.
“Yes,” we whispered together, lips brushing.
This man was nothing like what I pictured a CIA agent to be. He was sexy, funny, and fan-fucking-tastic in bed.
He stood, pulled me to my feet, wrapped his arms around my waist, taking my mouth with his.
Fuck me. His kisses intoxicated me.
He pushed me away, smacking my ass. “I knew you were trouble. Get the shower started…”
“Water conservation is extremely important,” I said with a fake pout.
“I’m going to start the oven and put a breakfast casserole in.”
I nodded, walked toward the shower, then turned around. “You cook?”
He laughed and walked away, calling over his shoulder, “Yes, beautiful. I cook. Now start the shower.”
After shower sex and homemade food that tasted better than some of the gourmet dishes I’d had in my youth, I pulled Daniel into my arms, tilting my chin up as he angled his down.
“You don’t need to leave,” he muttered.
I didn’t need to leave, no, but I didn’t tell him that.
There were things I had to get done before I went on watch the next day.
One of them was to settle back into the mindset I needed to finish my training.
I understood better now than I had before why everyone maintained immersion.
It was the only way to succeed in BUD/S.
This small glimpse of normality made the thought of going back that much harder.
“Yeah, I do.”
He nodded. A look I wished I had time to learn its meaning painted his face.
I sighed—a deep, resigned breath. I wanted to suggest we hook up again, but Daniel posed too big a distraction, too much of a temptation.
So as intrigued as I was, Daniel and the things he made me feel, in bed and out, he was a risk I couldn’t take.