Active Duty

by Active Duty- Gay Military Erotic Romance [Cleis MM] (retail) (epub)

  He came back to himself to find he hadn’t collapsed on anyone like he’d thought, but also that his thighs ached from kneeling for way too long. He winced as he climbed off Danny, Freddie wisely sliding off the bed as he did so. Danny looked most of the way to sleep, which was pretty unusual; whatever it was that made most guys pass out after sex, Danny didn’t have it. He was soft-eyed now, though, watching Freddie and Mike from under lowered eyelashes.

  Mike grabbed a spare shirt to clumsily clean himself and Danny up. Freddie took it from him when he finished, looking like he was planning on making a trip to the bathroom. Mike caught his arm before he could and pulled Freddie down for a kiss. Freddie’s mouth tasted familiar, like every blow job they’d shared in the Navy.

  “No more sex now,” Danny said, the command totally lost to the slow drawl of his voice. “Sleep now.”

  “I don’t know that this bed is made for three people,” Freddie said doubtfully.

  “Sure it is.” Mike flopped down, tugging on Freddie’s arm enough to make the intention clear, but not so much that he’d fall on any of Danny’s damaged parts. Freddie took the hint, and they wound up on either side of Danny, pressing close. After a long moment, Freddie pulled the covers over them all. “See?” Mike asked.

  “Whatever,” Danny said. “Sleep now. Sex in the morning. And waffles.”

  “Coffee,” Freddie added. “I know a place.”

  And kisses, Mike thought as he slipped down into sleep. He didn’t say it, but that didn’t matter; he didn’t need to say it to know that he’d get to have them. That they all would.

  LIBERTY

  Dominic Santi

  Ninety-six hours of liberty. Damn, I was looking forward to it. I slid my palm over the identilock and walked into the barracks room, dropping my web gear on the chair as the door closed behind me. After seven days in the field, I was tired, I stank and I was so horny all I could think about was burying myself balls deep up Eric’s ass.

  My hunky husband was already home, holding the com unit to his ear as he unlaced his scuffed, muddy boots. Eric was as dirty as I was, his short blond hair plastered to his head and his usually pristine utilities stiff with grime. But when he smiled up at me, his sparkling gray eyes lit his whole face. I grinned back like a fool. I knew I looked like hell. The dark curls matted to my scalp itched as much as my balls did. All I could think about, though, was how good Eric’s firm, compact body was going to look when he’d stripped down to his skin and his thick, heavy cock was arching up toward his washboard abs. Eric and I are both short and muscular—we pride ourselves on staying toned even under the lousiest conditions. My cock filled as I thought about the great workout I was going to give his ass, and vice versa, as soon as he got off the house com and we’d cleaned up enough to kiss.

  Before I could settle in to really admire the scenery, though, Eric said, “Caleb just walked in the door. Let me get him for you.”

  The way Eric danced past should have warned me. I picked up the receiver to hear, “I want grandchildren!”

  I turned and gave Eric the dirtiest look I could, mouthing the words, You asshole! as he grinned and ducked into the fresher. Our last weekend before we jumped—I did not want to spend it arguing with my mother, again, on what was fast becoming her favorite topic.

  “We have plenty of time, Mom. Eric and I haven’t even been married the two-year minimum for surrogacy…”

  She wasn’t buying it. She’d figured out every innuendo of the military exemptions way faster than I’d ever dreamed she could. Not that I really blamed her. Both my family and Eric’s had been decimated by the enviro-plagues of the late twenty-first century. We were only sons. We had compatible first-degree surrogates—my sister, his youngest aunt. And Eric and I were combat infantry NCOs.

  I knew my mother loved me to distraction, but she was also terrified of losing my genotypes before I’d reproduced. While the tide of the Bashari war had finally turned in Earth’s favor, the fighting was far from over. Eric and I had both been wounded in the battle for Tartrioch. Now that we’d healed, even our families knew our dirtside tour to learn the newest weapon technology was short-term.

  Still, I was tired of the nagging. These days, the whole topic made me uncomfortable. I put my brain on autopilot, peeling out of my clothes and kicking them into the corner. I concentrated on scratching my blissfully freed balls and thinking about how Eric would look when he stepped back into the room.

  He didn’t disappoint me. He was still wet from his cleaning. I felt the familiar tug of love and lust as I looked at the lightly furred expanse of muscular, naked thigh peeking out from under his loosely knotted towel. The skin-hugging cloth that emphasized the perfect curve of his ass was nowhere near big enough to hide the erection tenting out in front of him. Eric always played with himself in the fresher—not enough to make himself come on a night we both had off, but enough to get himself good and horny. My own dick twitched in response.

  “Caleb, are you listening to me?” The exasperated voice in the com unit drew me back from my lust-filled reverie. “What if, god forbid, something happened to you—or to Eric! You have to do something about this!”

  “There’s time,” I muttered, trying to ignore the interruption as my thoughts fixated on exactly what I wanted to do with my lover. But just then Eric turned. Once again, my gut lurched at the sight of the long, jagged, angry-red scar that stretched from his kidney halfway up his back. I looked away, concentrating hard on how he was so alive now, so sexy—and obviously slightly pissed as he picked up my dirty clothes, holding them at arm’s length as he stuffed them down the laundry tube with the neat bundle he’d carried from the other room.

  “Caleb, please…”

  “I’ll think about it!” I snapped, rattled that the memories had shaken me again. “I have to go. I’ll call you Monday night, before we jump.”

  There was dead silence on the line.

  “Ah, shit,” I muttered. “I’m sorry.” Eric and I had been talking about the jump all week. I’d forgotten we hadn’t been cleared to tell family until tonight.

  “That soon.” There was a moment more of silence, then a quiet, “Just remember, we love you both. Give Eric a hug for us.”

  “We love you, too.” I had to smile. It was hard to stay mad at somebody who was saying things like that. “And don’t worry, okay? Eric and I—we’ll talk about it.”

  I set the com unit down slowly and turned back to watch Eric. He was sitting at the desk chair now, the floor around him covered with drop cloths, his shoulders rippling softly as he polished our boots and brass. He was much more meticulous than I was. I didn’t mind a ding or two, especially in the field. Eric minded. Now that we were back home, he was, as usual, getting both our gear back up to his standards of presentability. When he saw me looking at him, he shrugged and spat on my boot.

  “For this, I expect dinner, pal.”

  I grabbed my crotch and forced myself to grin back. “Come and get it, stud.”

  “That’s dessert.” He wiggled his eyebrows as he went back to polishing. “Or maybe an appetizer.” He nodded toward the com, his tone telling me he wasn’t buying my “everything’s okay” act. “Still the same topic?”

  “Yeah,” I sighed, walking over to stand next to him. It was such a relief to be married to somebody I could be honest with. “I get so tired of the nagging.” I took a deep breath, watching him closely as I leaned against the wall. “She does have a point, though.”

  Eric stopped rubbing long enough to stare up at me. I blushed. In reality, I’d been the one who had hesitated about having children, insisting we enjoy a long honeymoon before we settled down. These days, though, I wasn’t feeling quite as immortal as I used to.

  “I’ve been thinking about it.” I ran my fingers lightly over his shoulder. “All we have to do is come in a collection tube. They can run the viral filters and freeze it so the gestation coincides with our next Earthside tour, after the war. And if something happens…” I st
opped as my stomach lurched. I didn’t want to think about that.

  “What if something happens?” Eric’s voice was quiet as he reached up and brushed his fingertips over the line of scars across my chest. They only hurt deep inside now, but the difference in the way my skin responded to his touch was a constant reminder to both of us of what each jump could mean. “We’ve always talked about raising our family together.” Eric’s hand stilled as his laughing gray eyes for once turned serious. “Would you want all that responsibility by yourself?”

  “Yes.” It was an instinctive response, but something deep inside me seemed to slide into place as I realized that no matter what, I wanted there to be children, somewhere, who were a mixture of our genes. The whole idea still terrified me, but I wanted it. I took Eric’s hand and squeezed hard.

  “What about you?”

  Eric’s grin lit his face. I’d known since I’d met him that being a dad was one of the biggest priorities in his life. “Oh, yeah, Caleb. Just the thought of shooting into that sheath makes me hard. We’re going to be great parents.” He leaned over and licked my nipple. “You real sore, or can I chew for a while?”

  “Go ahead,” I nodded, shivering as his tongue trailed over my pecs. “You know, though, we can’t come for forty-eight hours before we make the donation.” I gasped as he teethed lightly on my suddenly rock-hard nipple. The pain was only a distant, dull ache, overshadowed by the tingling pleasure of his sharp kisses. “We could hold off and do it in the morning.”

  “No way,” he laughed. My cock twitched as his hand slid down and cupped my balls. “I’ve been hungry for your dick all week, pal. Those poor unhappy sperm cells in here are getting weak from lack of action.” He tugged lightly on my sac as his breath whispered over my wet nipple. “I’m going to suck you and fuck you and ride your dick until you’re cleared wide open for the biggest, freshest, strongest load of baby-making swimmers you’ve ever shot. You’re going to drain your balls coming in that sheath, lover. And you’re going to make me do the same.” He licked my tit one last time, squeezing my crotch as my boner reached for his hand. “Now get in that fresher. You stink, and I really want to fuck you.”

  It didn’t take me long to get clean, but after a week of wearing the same sweat, I stayed in the fresher a while longer, enjoying the luxury of hot synthetic water. Eric got tired of waiting, so he sat down under my balls and “helped” me finish up, polishing my dick and asshole with his tongue until we were too turned on to even think about getting dressed that night. I ordered a pizza and we spent the rest of the night fucking each other senseless.

  The next morning, we threw ourselves into a flurry of finishing up personal business and putting the few possessions we bothered to keep into storage. As usual, Eric and I were being assigned to the same unit. The military did its best to keep married couples together. I felt a strange sense of intimacy, of wanting to touch Eric all the time, as we once more closed up our household. Just the thought that we were actually going to do it—we were going to make babies and plan for a settled future—had me feeling embarrassingly romantic, and constantly horny, and scared shitless.

  Two days later, we were at the clinic. The surrogacy donation rooms were homey—large, comfortable beds with lots of pillows, soft lighting and a state of the art sound system for the classical background music we’d chosen. All of which belied the medical precision of what we were doing. The surrogacy programs weren’t hit or miss anymore. By the time Eric and I were back on Earth again, the first of our children would be ready to be born.

  “Looks like the two of you will be mixing some primo genes.” The smirking, dark-haired technician was the type of sculpted eye-candy clinics employed to stimulate those who needed a kick start beyond the stacks of porn and sex toys on the nightstand. Eric and I stripped naked under his watchful and obviously interested eyes. Once we’d cleaned up and disinfected, the tech showed us how to use the collection sheaths, rolling one of the thin, transparent polyskins over a dildo and securing the sealant into place.

  “Be sure it’s tight,” he said, running his finger around the edge to be sure there were no leaks. “You need to capture as much as possible of your preseminal fluid as well as your ejaculate. And don’t be surprised when the lube inside turns white. It’s a nutrient preservative to keep your sperm healthy. It’ll feel cool at first, but it will warm to body temperature as soon as it starts reacting to your fluids.”

  After a couple of practice runs with the dildo, he seemed convinced we knew how to use the sheaths properly. With one final, lecherous grin toward our crotches, he gathered up his clipboard. “Remember, DO NOT mix up your donations. I’ll be at the desk down the hall. Press the buzzer over the bed when you’re done.” He closed the door behind himself, and Eric and I were alone.

  “I can’t believe we’re here,” Eric said, laughing as he pulled me to him in a tight bear hug. “Jeez, I love you. And I’m so fucking horny. Let’s make us some babies.”

  I was so nervous my dick couldn’t decide if it wanted to get hard or shrivel up, so I stretched out on the bed and held my arms out to him. Though the clinic recommended we use dildos to stimulate our prostate glands, we were going to do things the old-fashioned way—by fucking each other. We’d decided I’d go first, because after a few days of deprivation, I can almost always get it up a second time, no matter how hard I shoot the first. Eric had the staying power to fuck me into shooting while holding back long enough for me to do the same for him. And we were going to do it face-to-face, so we could kiss and hug—and watch each other come.

  Fortunately, just knowing Eric was going to fuck me got my motor running. By the time we stopped kissing enough to come up for air, my dick was climbing toward my belly. Eric stuffed a couple of pillows under my hips as I tipped back and lifted my legs. I stroked myself a few times to be sure I was hard enough. Then I slipped the sheath over the head of my dick and pressed the seal into place. My cock twitched in anticipation as I slid the cool, nutrient-slicked covering back and forth.

  “Oh, man, you look so hot,” Eric whispered. His eyes shone almost silver as he cupped my sac in his hand, rolling my balls one at a time between his warm, strong fingers. “Your nuts feel so full.”

  My dick grew even harder as Eric leaned over and tenderly kissed the back of my knee. His tongue swirled up my leg until he was sucking softly at the sensitive flesh where my thigh joined my ass. His tongue traced the outline of my scrotum, nuzzling and kissing and washing me with his hot spit. Then his cheeks pressed against the sides of my crack, and his tongue teased over my sphincter.

  “Oh yeah,” I gasped. I couldn’t help arching up against him.

  “You taste good.” Eric’s breath was cool as it slid past my spit-slicked asshole. “I’m going to get you nice and wet, lover. I’m going to eat you until your hole is loose and open and reaching for me, then I’m going to fuck every last sperm cell out of your body. You’re going to see stars, babe.”

  Nobody, and I mean nobody, eats ass like Eric does. He dug in and tongue-fucked me until I thought I was going to lose my mind. I felt like an animal in heat, squirming and moaning and holding his head to me as my whole body pressed up and begged him to fuck me. I could feel my asshole opening for him, reaching to kiss him back, quivering each time his voice reverberated through me.

  “You’re almost ready, baby,” he murmured as I shook beneath him. I groaned as his fingers spread me even wider and his tongue slid in deeper. “Mmmm. I love the way your butt kisses me back.” His shoulders rippled as he stroked himself with his other hand. “Open for me, honey. I’m going to make you feel so good.” His finger tickled over my prostate. I cried out as my whole body shuddered. “Yeah,” he laughed. “Just like that.”

  I was gasping by the time he rose up over me.

  “This is it,” Eric whispered. He leaned down and kissed me. “I’m going to fuck you now. Going to push every one of those little fuckers right up out of you. You’re going to come so hard your toes
will curl. You got that, lover?” His tongue tasted musky and faintly of soap as he licked the inside of my lips. “You’re going drain your balls on this come. Right…now!”

  I cried out as he sank into me. My sphincter tensed for just the slightest moment, then it gave way and I sucked him in almost to his balls. I closed my eyes, stroking slowly over my encased dick as I groaned with pleasure.

  “Get ready for a long, hard fuck, lover.” Eric lifted up onto his arms, his cock sliding almost all the way out then plunging back in again. I moaned as he pressed hard against my joyspot. “I can see your precum seeping into the sheath, Caleb. The fluid’s turned all milky. I bet you’ll keep leaking, the way you always do when I’m fucking you deep and hard.”

  I could feel the hot juice oozing through my cocktube. Eric’s chest glistened with sweat as he raised and lowered his gorgeous body over mine, his thick, heavy cock sliding slowly and sensuously over my hypersensitive asslips. I knew I wouldn’t last long. He was hitting my joyspot with each thrust. I could feel the orgasm building deep inside.

  “Harder,” I gasped. I shuddered as he pressed my legs even farther back, grinding against my prostate. “Oh fuck, yeah!”

  I wrapped my hand around my dick, the stimulation on my quivering shaft almost more than I could stand. I stroked furiously in time to Eric’s thrusting. My body was drawing in on itself, my nuts climbing my shaft as my guts clenched around his cock. Eric was smiling so big it looked like his face would split.

  “Let it happen, babe. Let your cocktube open so wide every last one of those suckers comes shooting out like a cannon ball.” He started rabbit-thrusting. My cock tensed rock hard into my hand.

  “Gonna come,” I gasped. Eric’s panting filled my ears. He pressed deep and hard, grinding against my joyspot. My ass clamped down around his thick, hot cock. I stroked again, my hand sliding slick and tight over my throbbing dickhead as my cock started spurting. I yelled as the long, slow, body-draining pulses emptied my balls all the way to my spine.