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moving slowly, so torturously slowly. “I didn’t shower. I didn’t want to take the time.”
    “Super Bowl sweat, smells good to me.” Dylan twisted underneath him until he could wrap an arm around Bo’s neck. He dragged the band away that held Bo’s hair back, allowing long sweaty tendrils to fall over him. “Six years, are you going to cut it now?” He ran his hand through the mane, touching it for the first time ever.
    “When you can come home to stay. I’ll cut it then.” The hair thing started the first time Dylan had managed to have a five minute Skype session with him after boot camp. His hair gone, much to both their dismay. Hell, Dylan didn’t know that losing his hair would bother him so much. He sure as hell wasn’t prepared for Bo’s reaction. In the end, Bo had sworn he’d grow his for the both of them.
    “If I told you not to.”
    “Then I’ll keep it long.” Bo pulled out of him with a gasp and Dylan found himself on his back with blond hair hanging over his face. He pulled his legs back and accepted his lover into him with an arch of his back and a sigh. Dylan wound his hands in the long sweaty mess and pulled Bo’s mouth down for a wet sloppy kiss.
    “Fuck me, Mr. MVP, show me what you got.” Dylan wanted everything he’d missed in the last six years and he wanted it now. He wrapped his arms and legs around his friend and moved with him. Setting a rhythm that had Bo’s eyes rolling. Sweat slicked them both, making it hard to keep his grip. Long, heavily muscled arms scooped him from below and somehow Bo was on his knees with Dylan wrapped around him. There was no room between them for anything but sweat. He hooked his ankles as Bo gripped his hips, changing the pace. Rougher, faster, adrenaline pumping between them. Years to make up for.
    “Fuck yeah, gonna blow, Bo. Now.” He laughed, finding the ridge along Bo’s shoulder to bite down as his body went rock hard.
    He lay quietly in Bo’s arms, arms and legs leaden and heavy, his heart beating harder and faster than even the worst days of training. A soft chuckle accompanied the swipe of a long slim hand over the back of his shaved head.
    “Oo-fucking-rah,” Bo said, his voice was choked with more than just exertion.
    Dylan caught Bo’s lips and held him close. Next week would come too soon, right now he couldn’t get close enough. “Oorah,” he agreed moving slowly while Bo emptied himself into Dylan’s body, his groans turned to tears that Dylan kissed away. “Oorah.”
     

Chapter Three
    “Are you hungry?” Bo lay in Dylan’s arms, head on his shoulder, arm draped over his belly, holding him for fear that he’d leave if he let him go. Dylan raked a hand through his just washed hair. His stomach rose and fell in a steady rhythm but he wasn’t asleep.
    “I could eat. Are you?” Dylan continued to pet him, humming softly every now and then.
    “Yes. Didn’t get anything after the game.”
    “I’m surprised you managed to get out of the stadium in one piece. So damned proud of you. You just snatched that ball out of the air like it was nothing. By one point, damn, Bo, so fucking close.”
    “Skin of my teeth. I knew you were watching. I was showing off.”
    “You were always a show off. Now you’re a god.”
    “And you’re a hero. I heard some of what the announcers were saying about the three of you. It was loud down in the tunnel but I heard it. Why didn’t you ever tell me you were Special Forces?” He didn’t know why it hurt to be left out like that. They’d never kept secrets, not even across the distance and years. Except this one.
    “For the record, I’m not Force Recon, not really. I’m MARSOC, specifically MEU Marine Expeditionary Unit, promoted to Staff Sergeant last month and I’m out of Camp Lejeune. I got special leave to be here. I deploy to Afghanistan next week.”
    Bo rolled over onto his stomach, resting his chin on his lover’s pectoral to stare into his eyes. He didn’t know