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Authors: Sara York

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Chapter Seven

 

 

Tucker took the dressing off his wound, staring at the stitches. They would come out tomorrow and then he'd really start on physical therapy. He'd been moving it, keeping it limber but weight
lifting would help him rebuild. The door opened behind him and he smiled. It had to be Billy.

"Hey," Billy came into the bathroom, moving in close, pressing him against the counter. His hands smoothed down Tucker's side to his hips.

Part of him wanted to rebel against the touch as fear of someone seeing them surfaced but he was in his room and none of the other guys would ever come in without knocking and waiting for a reply. Only Billy entered without permission and that's because they were such close friends. This part of their relationship seemed natural, but scary. After a moment, Tucker leaned back, resting his head on Billy's shoulder. He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply. Billy's lips teased his neck.

"You're healing nicely," Billy mumbled against his neck.

"Yeah, I like what I see."

Billy laughed. "Looks like you were about to get into the shower."

"I was thinking about it."

"I still need to do my chores, otherwise I'd join you."

Tucker stiffened, wondering what the others would think if they showered together. Would any of them even know or care?

Billy ran his hands up Tucker's chest to his
pecs. He toyed with the flesh around Tucker's nipples, leaving him gasping for breath. He opened his eyes, catching Billy's gaze in the mirror.

"We've showered together
before, don't you remember?"

"I do."

"I kept stealing glances at you. I was so glad the water was cold."

"Freezing."

Billy dropped his hands and moved back a step. Disappointment filled Tucker. Then Billy lifted the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head. He only caught a glimpse of Billy's glorious chest in the mirror before Billy was pressed up against him, his warm chest against Tucker's back. The heat was more than Tucker expected and he gasped.

"You like?" Billy's fingers feathered over
Tucker's belly and up the center of his chest.

Tucker's dick was hard now and he wanted relief but he
was still hung up on the gay label. Years of hearing how bad being gay was colored his perceptions. He wasn't homophobic, but he'd always known he couldn’t be gay. Gay would get him kicked out of his family and leave him without the support of his parents. Yet, he couldn't imagine being with anyone but Billy. They'd been so close, such good friends. Funny that for some time, he'd thought friends would be enough. He didn't sleep with girls because he had no desire, not because he was gay. The years of excuses hit him full force and the tears couldn’t be held back.

Billy must have seen the change because he
made Tucker turn around and cradled him, kissing his head. "I'll always be here for you, Tuck." Billy lifted his chin and brushed his lips over Tucker's.

His
throat closed up and he grabbed at Billy's jeans with the fingers of his good hand, holding him close. He rocked his hips forward, needing the contact. Billy pulled away and cupped his cheeks, forcing him to look up.

"Babe, as much as I want you, not now. We both have places to be. I don't want our first time to be rushed. Soon, I'll make love to you and show you how I feel, but right now, you need to shower and get to the command center. Tonight, I'll come to you, not to make love, but to hold you all night long. You asked me to take this slow and that's what we're going to do."

Tucker nodded, not trusting his voice. He had so much he needed to tell Billy but not right now. Later, when they had time, he'd tell Billy about his past and why he was so afraid.

"Now, get cleaned up and I'll see you around
lunchtime. I'm going to take care of the horses and go check on the cows. Call me about any big developments."

"Thanks," Tucker choked out before leaning in for a quick kiss.
His lips felt good on Billy's. Work called and he couldn’t spend all day kissing the man so he pulled away, wishing he were kissing Billy again. It was odd to be kissing his friend like this. What would the other guys say if they knew?

Billy glanced
down, his hand was close to Tucker's wound. "When I thought I'd lost you, I freaked out. You mean so much to me, more than anyone has before. I didn't think I could survive without you knowing how I feel."

Tucker placed his hand over Billy's heart. "When you kissed me the other night, I realized I wanted this. It shocked me."

"I wish it would have happened a bit differently, but I'm glad I finally kissed you. I'd planned on telling you about my feelings soon, but then you'd been shot…I couldn’t wait."

His phone buzzed and he picked it up, seeing a text from Grant.
10 until we meet - OK?

"I need to hop in the shower. We'll talk tonight." Tucker brushed his lips over Billy's before stepping away.

"Tonight." Billy grabbed his shirt and left the room.

The loss was almost painful as Tucker shucked his pants then turned on the water. He needed to take a quick shower but his dick was hard. If he jerked off, he'd feel better but he didn't have time. With a sigh, Tucker turned the temperature to cold,
and stepped under the spray. The freezing water got him clean but did little to take the desire away. He wasn't as hard, but it wouldn’t take much, just a few minutes alone with Billy, and he'd be hard again.

Eventually they'd need to tell Duff, but now wasn't the time. Their relationship was too new, too fragile to have Duff's scrutiny.

 

*~*~*

 

Roger couldn’t look at himself in the mirror, not yet. He
'd acted like this morning hadn't mattered but it had. When he woke up in bed with Grant's dick pressed into his hand it took all of his control not to stroke the man. Fuck, he was huge. Now he wanted to hold that monster in his hands—who was he kidding? He wanted that monster in his mouth and up his ass. He wanted to feel that thing inside of him, taking his breath away and making him forget everything else other than Grant.

That wasn't going to happen. Grant
had made it clear enough that he didn't want a relationship. Turning his back on Roger this morning had sent the message loud and clear, he didn't think of Roger that way and wouldn't.

In five minutes he was supposed to be in the command center. His shower hadn't helped him focus, nor had brushing his teeth or shaving. Finally, he looked at his reflection, staring into his own eyes. Grant wasn't the man for him and no matter if they ended up in bed together again or if they never even touched, Grant had made it clear they were only work mates, nothing more.

He pulled on the jeans and dark blue T-shirt that seemed to be his new uniform and headed to the kitchen for another cup of coffee. He ran into Marshal as he came out of the hallway.

"Hey there, partner." He grabbed Roger's shoulders and squeezed. "Oh man, you've got some good muscles there." Marshal's brown eyes were alight with merriment. "I bet all the guys really like you."

Roger chuckled and stepped away. "I'm sure there's some who do." He moved to the coffee pot then turned around. "Um, got a question for you."

"Yeah, what's up?"

His cheeks heated. "So the guys, when they go into town, is there anyone they mention that…you know?"

Marshal stared at him for a moment then stepped close, his lips at Roger's ear. "Cowboy, I'd bend over for you." Marshal
sank his teeth into the fleshy nub of Roger's ear shocking the hell out of him. Roger yelped and backed away.

"I thought you were straight." Roger rubbed at his ear.

"I am—just playing with you. Though, I'd seriously contemplate it if you asked. Come on, we've got work to do."

Roger stared after Marshal, unsure if he'd just been h
it on by a straight guy or if Marshal was secretly gay. He shook his head and followed after him to the command center. James, Grant, and Duff were already seated. Tucker came in after him, closing the door and shutting out the noise from the house.

"Grant has primary on this task. He'll have final say on the decisions as we go. Roger, most of our missions aren't this complicated. Usually we get information that is fairly cut and dry. Sometimes we have to hedge our bets, but that's one out of every ten missions." Duff passed around
iPads after he finished speaking.

"Our target will be at his country home in
Grantham for the last half of the month, staying for ten to fifteen days. The place is well guarded. His security system is phenomenal. It's going to kick our ass if we decide to do a close kill. There are a few places we could set up in the trees and snipe him, however, those places are far from private. When I say he's going to be at his country house, it's not like here. His neighbors are close. He lives off Whalebone Lane with his nearest neighbors only a couple of hundred meters away. We'll be sitting ducks and someone will know we fired. There aren't many places to run after the shot that would provide us cover. Basically, his house is a fortress."

Roger pulled up Google Earth on the
iPad and zoomed in, staring at the countryside. Flat plots of land, ideal for farming, sat to the north. On the eastern, western, and southern sides houses dotted the landscape. "Any chance one of those houses is empty?"

"No, I've checked. They a
ll have people living in them."

Grant
was bent over his iPad, his fingers fisted in his hair. They all seemed frustrated with the situation. It felt like he was back with his unit planning a raid. Though with his unit, everything they did was legal according to the US government and they had back-up. When Grant, Marshal, and James went into England to kill a citizen of that country, they would be breaking laws. They could wait until McKay was caught by the police, but he'd hidden his tracks so well that might never happen.

Placing those murders on McKay's shoulders, holding
him responsible for the havoc central London was dealing with right now, that changed how Roger felt about the mission. Yesterday, before they were certain McKay was behind the attacks, he had been against killing the man. Now he wanted blood.

They pitched ideas, each one noted in dry erase on the board at the back of the room. The ideas ranged from poisoning to a direct kill. Locations from London to Grantham were discussed along with a few other places. Exhaustion sucked
Roger's energy away. Sleeping with Grant beside him had been comfortable but they'd woken too early. Disappointment filled him. He wouldn't get another opportunity to sleep with Grant anytime soon.

"You okay back there, Roger?" Duff's voice broke the silence.

Roger pushed away erotic images of Grant and focused on the paper in front of him. "Just a little tired. I'm fine."

Duff's gaze shot to Grant, his eyes narrowing. Shit, he'd almost been able to forget that the old man knew he'd slept in Grant's bed. Heat crept up his neck. Shifting in his seat, he leaned over the table, trying to look like he was concentrating.

"Let's take a break." Grant stood and stretched his arms over his head. Roger let his gaze linger on the man for a moment. Duff caught his gaze, his eyes narrowing. "Back in here in forty-five minutes. That gives us until two."

Roger left the command center quickly, heading to his room. He needed food, but first he had to get control of himself. It seemed that Duff thought they'd done something. Before the next session, he should find Duff and explain what had happened. Not that the man would believe him. It sounded stupid to him. Not even a week here and he was already in bed with the second in command. God, what a total idiot he'd been.

A knock sounded on his bedroom door. It had to be Duff. Maybe he was going to be kicked out or reprimanded. He hesitated then braced himself for Duff's questions then pulled open the door.

"Hey," Grant smiled then passed him a plate with a huge sandwich and some chips. "I've got two
Cokes in my pocket too. Here, would you grab one?"

Roger reached down, his fingers brushing against Grant's hip as he pulled out the can of
Coke. "You didn't have to bring me lunch."

"I figured we could talk while we ate. Most of the other guys are in their rooms too. Billy and Zander made us lunch."

"Oh, that was nice of them." Roger moved to the small table in the corner. Two chairs completed the ensemble, allowing him to eat or play cards on the table with another. The room was fairly large with a desk, a small lounge chair, the table in the corner, and a queen-sized bed along with two nightstands. A dresser held his clothes and a mini-fridge sat beside it. A TV was mounted above the dresser.

He'd lived with a lot less in the military. Having the extras was nice. Maybe this weekend he'd buy a small
one-cup coffee maker.

"What do you think so far?" Grant sat down in the other chair and took a bite of his sandwich.

"It's intense." Roger took a bite and chewed.

Grant met his gaze and smiled. "Intense is one way to put it. We do have a lot of responsibility. Taking a life is never a decision we make lightly. Last night, I swore we were going to turn this one down. I didn't see it. This morning, I'm convinced that McKay needs to go.
"

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