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the barracks. He’d scrubbed his hands raw, but still didn’t think he’d feel clean for some time. In the darkness, he stripped off his sweaty, rank uniform and collapsed onto his bed, which he had to remember to call a “rack.” He carefully pulled his rifle under the covers with him.
    Moonlight streamed through the small windows, and he could see Jim watching him from the next bed. With a small smile, Jim pointed to Cal’s pillow and mimed lifting it up. After a glance around, Cal pulled out a piece of bread and hunk of meat wrapped in a thin paper napkin. He grinned and wolfed them down before anyone was the wiser.
    The last thought he had before falling into a deep sleep was how lucky he was to have a friend like Jim.
     

     
1948
     
    The rooster hadn’t even crowed yet, but Cal was wide awake. He’d never had trouble sleeping, even after he joined up, and had always been able to go back under quite easily. But after the constant noise of war and a few years in civilization again, it was far too quiet in Clover Grove.
    He watched the sky lighten inch by inch through the window, telling himself he should get another hour or so of rest. Yet his eyes remained stubbornly open. At the back of his mind was the constant reminder that Jim slept at the end of the hall.
    Sighing, Cal rolled over. He wasn’t sure why he continued torturing himself. Jim could have hired anyone to replace Eddie, but as soon as Cal had heard the man left, he’d insisted on taking over. First there had been business in London he had to finish, but Jim had seemed happy to wait for him. There wasn’t as much to do around an orchard in winter, he’d said.
    As much as Cal would have liked to leave his father high and dry, he’d given fair notice and trained his replacement. He didn’t miss the job one bit. After fighting the Japs and watching too many good men die, the chicanery of international banking seemed so meaningless.
    Of course his father had blown his lid when Cal told him he was leaving to work on an orchard. But he’d missed Jim so much, and maybe…
    No.
    Flipping onto his other side, Cal told himself sternly to stop thinking Jim could ever feel the same way. Jesus, Jim had just lost his wife, and more than that, he wasn’t queer. Cal needed to go back to sleep and stop daydreaming.
    Yet when he closed his eyes, the longing was an ache. After the war, he’d refused to allow himself the fantasies that had kept him going during the endless nights in the stink of the jungle. A few times beneath his blanket, with death all around, he’d taken himself in hand with thoughts of Jim running riot through his mind, clinging to scant moments of release and escape.
    Now, under Jim’s roof, Cal’s body came alive and he gave up on sleep. He slept shirtless, and quickly kicked off his boxers before licking his palm and grasping his shaft. Just as he had on the islands, he turned onto his stomach, muffling his low moans as he stroked his swelling cock. Only this time there was a soft pillow beneath him instead of a folded-up raincoat.
    He flicked his thumb over the head of his dick, sending a bolt of electricity through his body. Bracing himself on his left elbow, he thrust his hips, fucking his own hand. In his mind, it was Jim on his knees before him, mouth open wide, taking every inch of Cal and wanting more.
    Groaning, Cal could almost feel Jim’s fine hair as he reached out in his imagination, holding Jim’s head, caressing him as he told him how good he was. Jim would pull off, a long string of saliva hanging from his lips. He’d suck his index finger and reach between Cal’s legs, pushing it deep inside him as he took Cal into his mouth again.
    With a gasp, Cal tightened his grip on his cock as the pressure built to a crescendo already and burst out, white hot. He took a shuddering breath as he came, imagining Jim swallowing it all. They would kiss, tongues stroking, and then Cal would get on his hands and knees, Jim thrusting