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answered, sliding his tongue through the goo around Dylan’s navel, licking until he’d cleaned that much up. When he was finished, he turned his attention to Dyl’s cock, still dripping pearl-colored fluid. “You smell so fucking good, I just want to…” He didn’t finish. Instead, he showed his friend exactly what he wanted by closing his mouth over his cock and licking every bit of flavor from him.
    “Bo, oh god damn, fuck,” Dylan grabbed a fist full of hair with one hand and reached over his head to hold onto the top of the refrigerator with the other. Bo smiled around the thick head and swallowed him as deeply as he could. Sucking as he went. He watched Dylan. His heart pounding in his chest at the sight of his lover trying to stay in control. And failing. He took the first thrust, relaxing his jaws to take the next. Dylan fucked into him, while Bo held onto his hips encouraging him to move, encouraging his moans and curses. He wanted Dylan to lose complete control. And with a cry that echoed around the open kitchen, Dylan did just that. Cum, savory and a little salty filled Bo’s mouth. Bo palmed his erection, barely touching himself through his jeans before he followed Dylan over. When he finished, he pulled off and leaned his head against Dylan’s hip. “That was some fucking kiss.”
    “Mmm, I’ve always wanted to try that, glad you liked it.” Bo leaned back and winked. “Now, Wilma, where’s my brontosteak? I need sustenance if there’s going to be more of that later when the Rubbles come over for our orgy.” He licked a path up Dylan’s body until he found his mouth. This time he really did kiss him, hot and hard. Food could wait. This couldn’t. Not when there was so little precious time left before Dylan went away. “On second thought, I’m not sharing you with anyone else. Orgy is called off.”
    “Sounds good to me.” Dylan wound his hands in Bo’s hair and held him captive. “Sounds so damned good. I’ll have second helpings of that.” Somehow Bo didn’t think the second helping request had anything to do with food.
    “How about thirds?” He pressed Dylan to the refrigerator and started working on putting that request on the menu.
    “Sounds…” But Dylan never finished that thought. “Fuck.”
     

Chapter Five
    “This has to have been the shortest week on record.” Bo’s voice sliced through the dark. Dylan could hear the unspoken words. He found Bo’s hand and linked their fingers. After a week of parades and parties and other post season things that Bo couldn’t get out of, the little time they had left was winding down to hours. There were three left, but he didn’t tell Bo that. He didn’t tell Bo so many things. Like his next assignment. And how much this one scared him. Because he was a Marine, he wasn’t supposed to get scared. He was the monster hunter.
    “Too short,” he agreed, rolling until he found his lover’s mouth in the dark. He slid his arm behind Bo’s back and pulled him as close as he could. “Need to make the last hours mean something.”
    “They’ve all meant something.” Bo threw his leg over Dylan’s hip and pressed his cock into Dylan’s belly. “Even the hours when we had clothes on. I showed you off. People envied me. How is that not something?” Dylan knew the ego was put-on from their early morning post-fuck conversations. The fame scared him. The people who wanted more than he was willing to give them. He couldn’t get laid. Not anymore. Too many people knew his face, he couldn’t risk it and keep his homosexuality a secret. Women threw themselves at him. Old men wanted to relive their glory days through him. He hated making commercials. He hated whoring himself out just to play a little football.
    “Well, it’s not easy being the sexy Marine. So many people to fuck. So little time.” He pushed Bo’s shoulder, shoving him onto his back so that he could crawl up his long body one more time. “Do you know how many