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see the man again, and that was a whole truck-load of different.
    His gaze homed in on the young ensign in seconds. All he could do was stop and stare as Will massaged the shoulder of another patient. Will hadn’t seen him yet, so he allowed himself the pleasure of staring. He wasn’t obvious about it. Years of hiding his sexuality had honed his skills of watching on the sly. He couldn’t see much of Will’s face, but it was the man’s ass that held his fascination mostly anyway. Unlike the other people in this room, Dane knew exactly what lay beneath those regulation shorts. He wondered if those perfect globes still held the red imprint of his palm. Just the thought caused his cock to rise and shine.
    And, yeah, he needed to shut that train of thought down right now or he was going to be in an embarrassing condition. It was important, too, to show Will respect where he worked. Impure thoughts and obvious boners definitely constituted “conduct unbecoming an officer” and was exactly the kind of conflict of interest that Will had been worried about as Dane had ruthlessly seduced him. He needed to show the man that Dane could be a good boy as well as a good Dom. It started with sitting the hell down by the wall and waiting patiently for his session to start.
    As soon as he did, though, Will finished with his current patient and looked up. His gaze shot immediately to Dane, and the heat of it, just for a second, was enough to boil Dane alive. Then Will got himself under control in a flash and turned away. Damn, but the ensign had more discipline than Dane had. Of course, he knew that already. The amount of control Will had shown the previous night had been impressive. What would it be like to push those limits during hours of play?
    “Let’s find out right now,” his cock said gleefully.
    “Shut the fuck up! You’re a God damned navy SEAL. You can lie for hours motionless in the mud being eaten alive by mosquitoes, for Christ’s sake. So you can resist the lure of this guy for a couple of hours.”
    “Good morning, sir.”
    Dane looked up at Will, grateful for the interruption of his internal tongue lashing. “Ensign,” he said in way of greeting. Standing caused his leg to twinge, and he failed to hide the grimace.
    Will frowned. “Leg giving you trouble today, sir?”
    “No more than usual,” Dane lied because he was stubborn and prideful, and he didn’t want Will to turn down an invitation to repeat last night’s fun, thinking to mollycoddle Dane. The very idea made him shudder in disgust, and that wasn’t his cock talking, but his gut. He did not need protecting.
    Will raised his eyebrows, giving Dane the fish eye. He wasn’t buying Dane’s act and knowing Will could see through his bullshit was just another point in the guy’s favor. “Okay, then, we’re going to start a new routine of exercises.”
    Dane followed the man to a machine they had been using—not staring at the man’s ass—and watched Will demonstrate the new way to use it. Once Dane got down to work, thoughts of sex took a back seat to the very real pain of rehabilitation. Within seconds, he sweated through his shirt and took a second to admit he’d make a lousy masochist. Pain did not turn him on. By the time he was finished running through his new routine, he was panting like a dog and desperate for a shower. Happily the strenuousness of it all had left no blood or energy to fuel his cock. He and Will had managed to keep their interactions on a strictly professional level. There were no teasing smiles or double-entendres. If anything, Will was even more reserved and deferential to Dane’s rank.
    “Good job, Lieutenant.” Will gave him an encouraging smile, and oh, man that small praise pumped Dane up.
    Too much, actually.
    Standing, Dane said, “Thanks, Ensign. I think I’ll skip the massage and go home to soak in the tub.”
    Will’s smile crashed. “No, sir,” he said in a stern voice. “We will not deviate from the