Epilogue
TWO WEEKS LATER
The clearing looks different in the afternoon sun. Less ominous. More like a place for a picnic. Just a small patch of dirt and grass ringed by trees.
“I still can’t believe the sight of Kade bent over this thing,” I say, running my hand over the rough bark of the log. “Begging Yassir to fuck him.”
Emilio’s stretched out on the log, and I’m leaning against it, both of us stripped down to our undershirts. We’ve got two hours before patrol, and everyone else is back at camp resting or cleaning gear.
We’re not supposed to slip away like this, but Buck turns a blind eye these days.
And Rourke hasn’t said a word. Apparently, our “team-building exercise” has had a positive effect on our squad’s performance.
We’re more in sync. More connected. He’s praised our improved communication and morale.
Little does he know the root of all this cohesion is a massive gangbang in the woods.
“I can’t believe you took all five of us in one night,” Emilio says. “And then asked for more the next day.”
I grin. “What can I say? You guys awakened something in me.”
“Something dangerous,” Emilio says. “What happens when we get back to the real world? You’re not gonna have a squad of horny soldiers to keep you satisfied.”
I shrug. “Well, I was hoping you’d help with that. You know, off base.”
Emilio sits up, swinging his legs around so he’s straddling the log, facing me. “What are you saying, Adrian?”
“You know what I’m saying,” I say. “Just because field training ends doesn’t mean this has to stop. Between the two of us, we could be a squad all on our own.” I brush some dirt from his leg. “If you want to, of course.”
“You’re telling me you’re interested in… more than just fucking each other?”
“Well, I haven’t thought out all the details,” I say, “but yeah. Something more. Not exclusive, necessarily. I mean, there’s no putting that genie back in the bottle after last week.
But I’d like to wake up with you in my bed in the morning.
Fall asleep with you there at night. And if we happen to fuck a lot in between, that’s great too. ”
“Damn,” Emilio says softly.
Fuck, did I misread this? Did I just ruin a good thing? I wasn’t planning on telling him any of this. The words just tumbled out. I guess being so open with my body for the last few weeks has made me more open with my heart, too.
“Sorry,” I say, looking away. “Maybe I shouldn’t have—”
Emilio grabs my hand and presses it against his crotch. He’s rock hard. “Shut up. That’s not a ‘damn, what the fuck are you thinking?’ That’s a ‘damn, you just made me hard as steel.’”
I can feel him throbbing through the fabric of his pants, a hot, insistent pulse. I look back at him, and he’s smiling. A real, genuine smile.
He grinds against my palm. “Remember that kiss I gave you in the woods?”
“How could I forget?”
“I didn’t know what I was doing. I just felt this pull.
Like something in my chest was yanking me toward you.
” His hand tightens on mine. “And fuck, that pull’s only gotten stronger.
These past two weeks, watching you with them, seeing you so happy, so free…
” He shakes his head. “It’s like seeing the real you for the first time.
And I like the real you, Adrian. A lot.”
I pop open the buttons on his pants one by one. “So that’s a yes?”
“That’s a hell yes.”
“And you don’t care if I still fuck the others?” I ask, my fingers finding their way inside. “When the opportunity presents itself?”
He groans as I wrap my hand around his cock. “I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.” He thrusts into my fist. “Just as long as I get my turn. A lot.” His hands slide to my shoulders, pushing me down. “In fact, I think I’m ready for mine right now.”
And as I open my mouth for him, letting him push his cock deep into my throat, I wonder why I waited so damn long to be myself.
Turns out, there are some things you can only learn in the field.
The End