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what he was searching for. The boy he remembered behind the hard eyes and sculpted body, maybe? He traced a scar that wasn’t there the last time they’d lain like this together. A long jagged scar that ran across his sternum.
    “I don’t know what most of that means. So not Recon?”
    “Sort of the super sneaky branch of Recon now. I’ve worked hard to get this promotion out of regular Recon.”
    “So super sneaky military shit? Damn, Dyl, maybe I shouldn’t ask anything more.” Because his imagination was enough, the reality of what Dylan did for a living would tear him apart. It would be like that day all those years ago with him, begging his friend to unenlist.
    “I appreciate that.” Dylan took his hand, twining their fingers together before he kissed Bo’s knuckles. “Promotion or no promotion, I’m out in a little more than a year. Eight years and I’m done.”
    Bo digested that piece of information. Nodding, trying not to read anything in while hoping for the best. “Any idea what you want to do when you get out?”
    “Sleep. Get fat. I don’t know. Haven’t thought about it. Beyond finding you and getting you naked, after that I’ll figure it out.” Dylan rolled him onto his back and took over the leaning on position. “I want to be where you are. Unless that’s a problem.” There was uncertainty in his eyes. And maybe a touch of fear.
    Bo traced his bottom lip with his thumb. “I’ll have to let my harem go. All those ball boys will just have to get over me.”
    “God, I hope you’re keeping it legal, wouldn’t want you being someone’s prison bitch before I get back here to make you mine.” That touch of uncertainty turned to something else. A flash of jealousy maybe.
    “Nobody’s made me their bitch yet. Not from lack of trying. But I’m holding on to my bitch.” Sounded stupid and he winced. “There have been guys, Dylan. I’m not going to lie to you. Nameless faceless fucks. Nobody I want to bring home to meet the parents.”
    Dylan crawled over his body, straddling him. His nose touched Bo’s and those hard eyes seemed to chill him to the bone. “I didn’t expect you to stay chaste all this time. It’s not fair.”
    “And you?” Bo didn’t know why he wanted to know. Glutton for punishment. Just the thought of Dyl being with anyone like this ate at him. But what he’d said, six years was too long to go without sex.
    “Nothing like this, but not exactly nameless or faceless. Straight guys mostly. No one has my heart. Just you.” He wriggled down Bo’s body, god, he was perfect, not small, not like the last guy who blew him. Dylan was a big man. Six foot. Broad. Huge fucking arms. Arms that appeared small wrapped in Bo’s hand. And he held his arms while Dylan licked his cock like a Popsicle. First, running his tongue up from the root to catch the dripping goodness, and then swirling it around the tip before swallowing him whole.
    “Straight guys don’t give head like that.” Bo arched off the bed in surprise. The first time Dylan had gone down on him it had been sloppy and clumsy and Bo had come in his mouth about two minutes in. Dylan had gagged and spit it all out. “Hate that you do that so damned well.”
    Dylan eased off and laughed, “I can stop.”
    “Fuck no, suck me, Jarhead. And this time you better fucking swallow my load.” He gripped the base of his cock and slapped it against Dylan’s lips. Dylan opened on the second slap and sucked him inside. Just the tip. He licked the top, tongue delving into the slit. Wicked eyes stared up at him, promising him sin and redemption and so much more. Experience stared up at him. And Bo gave himself over to the man his love had become. “Please,” he whispered, ignoring the pain that slashed through his heart. “Please.”
    Dylan’s eyes changed, something that appeared strangely like sadness entered the pale depths. He took him deep, down his throat. There was no gagging and nothing sloppy. Bo fell back