Chapter Twenty-One
Brody opened his apartment door and couldn’t believe the state Drew was in.
He’d seen Drew naked, in PT shorts and tee, jeans and a vest, mess dress, and uniform bottoms and boots — might be his personal favorite not counting naked.
He’d seen him all put together and bleeding on a gurney in Brody’s ER But holy hell, right now?
Drew looked like a whisper of a wind would knock him on his ass.
His uniform was coated in dried mud. There was…
grease on his cheek? He had no idea where his cap was as his hair was standing on end …
Brody might have to suggest he go see Nova soon.
“Umm, babe? What the hell happened to you?” Brody asked as he put a shoulder under Drew’s arm and pulled him through the door. A quick glance down told Brody that he’d be vacuuming soon.
“We had a morale booster today. After everything that the unit went through because of Provo being an asshole, Major Hill thought we needed to reconnect. The junior enlisted got to plan different maneuvers for the officers and senior NCOs. There was no way that I wasn’t completing everything they threw at us.
Guess one of the privates just got done with a binge watch of Band Of Brothers and they all thought that we should be crawling through mud and muck and…
yeah, I’m not sure I want to think about whatever else they put in that.
Luckily, it was the last thing we had to do.
” Drew finished as they got to the bathroom.
Brody sat Drew on the closed toilet before he reached in and started the shower. Dropping to his knees, Brody began unlacing Drew’s boots. When the first boot came off, Drew groaned. The sound hit Brody in the gut. Damn, could Drew make that noise again when he wasn’t covered in muck?
“I can see the thoughts going through your head. As much as I’d like to follow up on the activities appearing in your fantasies, right now I can’t even reach above my head.
” Drew put his hand on Brody’s cheek and tilted his head up.
“However, bookmark the ideas and we will definitely be returning to them.”
“I’m going to hold you to that,” Brody murmured as he finished with the second boot and reached to yank Drew’s uniform top open.
He used the cloth to pull Drew to his feet as Brody stood.
A pull here, a push there and Drew was naked as the day he was born.
“Into the shower, soldier. Come out to the living room when you’re done. I’ll grab a pair of shorts for you.”
“Brode,” Drew called out. Brody looked back at his boyfriend. “Thank you.”
Brody smiled at the quiet acknowledgement. He nodded and asked, “Did you at least finish?”
A smirk lit up Drew’s face. “Beat everyone by almost two minutes. The rest of the officers were sucking wind.”
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Drew dropped his head to the shower wall and let the hot water run down his back.
Holy fuck, did today suck. There was no way he wasn’t going to finish.
He would’ve been disowned. Tristan would ask for emergency leave from deployment to come and kick his ass.
There would’ve been no way that he’d be allowed at family events ever again.
But now? Even though he was dragging ass, he could say that he was the only officer who completed the entire event.
Christ, he might be the only one who completed more than two obstacles.
Thanks to Uncle Spook, he knew he was the only one who made Sergeant Julio tap.
Drew wasn’t a mind reader or anything but he could foresee that Major Hill was going to be having the unit do a lot of time on the mat for remedial combatives.
Actually, he’d be surprised if Major Hill didn’t have all the senior NCOs and officers doing extra PT with how poorly they all did.
The water was starting to cool so Drew grabbed the body wash.
Bubbles flew everywhere as he jumped back from the water.
The sound he made might have shattered glass as the water went ice cold before he was done rinsing off.
He flicked the knob and pushed back the curtain.
Drew spied the shorts on the counter. He hadn’t even heard Brody come into the room.
Oh yeah, great situational awareness, Nolan.
He pulled the door open after a quick swipe with the towel and shifting the shorts over his ass.
He knew there wasn’t pep in his step as he shuffled down the hallway.
A quick sniff told him that dinner was… Mexican?
Maybe tacos. Brody didn’t have a big repertoire in the kitchen but what he could make was tasty.
“Collapse on the couch. There’s still twenty or so minutes before the enchiladas are done. Do you want a beer?” Brody asked as he leaned back against the counter.
“Nah, if I have one right now, I’ll be out before the food is ready. Maybe some water?” Drew dropped down on the couch, leaning his head back. He couldn’t stretch out because he really needed food before he crashed.
“I put your phone on the table. It’s been vibrating like crazy. I figured if it was important, someone would call so I ignored it.”
Drew opened one eye, gauging if he could reach the phone without moving. Heaving a sigh, he shifted just enough to get his fingers on the phone. A quick swipe and he had his text messages up. What the hell? Fifteen unread texts? Opening the program showed a group text thread had exploded.
Julia: Holy Fuck! Have you all seen this? **https://tinyurl.com/55k67p3t**
Mags: What the fuck?
Noah: OMG
Nova: Shit! I wonder if I could get Keith to do that.
Remi: No – I am not practicing that Noah. Just NO! I’d end up with TBI on top of all my issues.
Noah: What if I promised favors?
Mags: EWWWWWW
Nova: Can I watch?
Noah: Nova!
Nova: What? Your husband is hot. Don’t blame the new mama.
Keith: Seriously? Nicole isn’t even a year yet.
Julia: Focus people. Drew needs to figure out how to do this and make Brody a happy man.
Cam: Holy fuck! Where the hell did you find this, Jules?
Maddy: What the hell are you all talking about? If my phone wakes the trips because of you I’m beating you all.
Maddy: Okay, never mind. I’ll make Cal take care of them because dddaaammmmnnn
Okay, now Drew was curious after reading that thread.
He scrolled back to the top and clicked the link.
His Instagram opened and Drew’s eyes almost fell out of his head.
He was definitely awake now. A video loaded of a guy wearing only a pair of slow slung track pants and a baseball cap pulled down so you couldn’t see his face.
Flo Rida’s “Low” came through his phone as the guy bent in half, placed his hands on the floor, and walked them out until he was in a push-up position.
He proceeded to gyrate and move his hips to the music without missing a beat.
He dropped to the floor, flipped to his back then raised his lower body to dip and curl his lower half.
“Is that for me?” Brody asked from next to Drew.
Drew looked up and could only blink at his boyfriend. His power of speech had been taken by some half-dressed guy in an Instagram post.
“Babe? Are you okay? What are you looking at? The hard-on you’re sporting is stunning but I wouldn’t think you had enough energy to watch porn on your phone. Besides, if you need some action? I’m here and more than willing.”