Catching Eagle's Eye (15 page)

Dane smiled back at him anyway. “Shh, it’s okay. You were right.”

“No, I wasn’t. What happened between us was too good to put a timeline on or to risk with an ultimatum.”

“I know, baby,” Dane interjected with a slow shake of his head. “But it was me who fucked it up.”

Will heard the agony in his lover’s voice, and moving his hand to place it discreetly against Dane’s leg, he forced himself to simply say what he felt. He could hear the helos landing outside and the shouts of the troops that had come to help them yell for everyone to stay where they were, first in English and then in the local dialect. Then Truman called out for medical help, stat. He figured he had only a few more minutes before they’d come for him.

“I love you, Dane. It’s as simple as that. I tried to tell myself it was the high of having my first real experience of being dominated. But it’s more than that. It’s you I want, not just any Dom, not just any lover. I should have begged you to give us a chance. I spent so many years hiding what I was, I could have done that for you. I was being stubborn and proud. Stupid,” he added in a whisper as his energy flagged.

Dane opened his mouth, then shut it again when the room erupted with the entrance of military personnel. Looking over his shoulder, Dane shouted, “Over here.” Then he took his hand off of Will’s head and moved aside as the doctor who ran the clinic rushed over.

Will closed his eyes and gave up any pretense of not being in desperate need of relief. It came in the form of a morphine lollipop stuck in his mouth while people worked on him. He was poked and prodded, lifted and carried. Darkness closed in on him despite the relief from the pain. He fought it and opened his eyes, determined to get one last look at Dane. He saw him through the thicket of people around him, following them all the way to the bird that would evacuate Will and the other seriously wounded people to the base. He wanted to call out, yet knew it would be futile. He might never see Dane again, and that thought, more than the pain, allowed him to surrender to the dark.

Chapter Nine

Nine weeks later, Walter Reed Hospital

Will popped his sunglasses on as he stepped out into the bright light of the spring afternoon. It still felt weird to be going into the place where he’d worked for his own physical therapy. It was weirder to be the one grumbling through the tedious exercises he needed to regain his upper body strength. He figured the experience would make him better at helping people, and he understood how lucky he was to be able to make a full recovery. It was chance that the bullet didn’t do more damage than it did, and it was Dane who had slowed the bleeding and kept the sepsis at bay.

Thoughts of the SEAL wiped the burgeoning smile from his lips and slowed his steps as he headed for his car. If not for the report he had read on the incident, he could almost believe that Dane’s presence and life-saving heroism had been part of a feverish dream. But it had all been real, and that included his telling the man that he loved him. The memory made him cringe for a second as it always did before he reminded himself that if he hadn’t said it, he would have regretted the omission for the rest of his life. Better to have it said and rebuffed than not said at all. He shouldn’t have been surprised that the closeted guy had cut him off.

There had been nothing during the long weeks in the hospital and recovering at home, not so much as a text or email. In fairness to Dane, of course, they hadn’t exchanged that information, so why would he expect the guy to know how to get ahold of Will. Except, the SEAL had managed to find him in a remote Afghan village, for Christ’s sake. He knew where Will lived, too. And if he didn’t stop thinking like this, he was going to drive himself crazy.

He was fishing his keys out of his pocket and looking down as he approached his car, so it wasn’t until he practically bumped into the man that he realized someone was leaning against the hood. Startled, Will looked up and froze. His thoughts of Dane had conjured him up, apparently, because he was really there, arms and ankles crossed, his eyes hidden behind aviator-style glasses.

“H-hey,” he sputtered and then added to his stupid reaction by asking, “What are you doing here?”

Pushing away from the car, Dane whipped off his shades and grinned at Will. “You look good.”

More flustered than ever, Will looked down at what he was wearing. Sweat pants and a T-shirt because he wasn’t on duty, nothing special. He suddenly wished he were more dressed up for Dane, which just upped the idiocy factor of his thoughts. What difference did it make what he had on? Dane was here!

“Is your leg giving you trouble?” he asked because maybe this meeting was all coincidental.

Dane gave him a confused look before amping the level of his smile. “No, baby, I’m here to see you.”

Ignoring the way the endearment and the confession increased his pulse rate, Will asked the next logical question. “How’d you know where I was?”

Shoving his hands in the front pockets of his jeans, Dane shuffled his feet a bit and shrugged. “I’ve been calling in favors to keep track of you.” He took a large breath. “I would have come to see you sooner, but I was OCONUS until a few days ago. Then I had to wrangle some leave, which wasn’t a problem, but it took some time to get.” He raised his eyebrows as if to inquire what Will thought about that.

The news that Dane had cared enough to keep him in his sights for the past weeks gave him hope. There was still a chance for them if Will could live with Dane’s restrictions. He had already decided that he had to try. Maybe it wouldn’t work, but at least he would give it all he had. That was assuming Dane’s presence meant he wanted to try, too.

Before he could think of something suitable to say, Dane stepped closer to him. “I have two weeks leave and was hoping to spend it with you, at your place, in bed.”

“Oh.”

Dane frowned. “Is that a good ‘oh’ or a bad one?”

Shit, he was going to blow this if he didn’t get his head on straight. “I told you I love you,” he said, keeping his voice low in case anyone was nearby. “I meant that and still do. Seeing you here and hearing how you want to spend your leave has scrambled my brain.” He barked out a short laugh. “Two weeks in bed sounds perfect.”

Dane grinned broadly. “Good, because I’ve brought some new toys to play with. Nothing too strenuous given that you’re still in recovery.”

“I’m fine,” Will was quick to reassure the other man.

“You’re more than fine; you’re perfect, baby boy.” Clasping Will by the shoulders, Dane hauled him in for a quick kiss on the lips.

Will gasped and whipped his head around to see if anyone was close enough to have seen the extraordinary thing Dane had done. “Dane!”

The other man held out his hands. “What? We’re both out of uniform, so a quick kiss is fine.”

“Fine?” Will was incredulous. “Aren’t you worried about people seeing you kiss a guy?”

Dane grimaced slightly. “I’ll admit it’s going to take time for me to be comfortable with public displays, but I’ll do it because you’re worth it.”

Will shook his head. “No, you don’t have to do this for me. I meant it when I said I’m willing to keep this relationship a secret while you figure things out. You don’t have to come out until you’re ready.”

“I’m already out, not for you alone, for us. I came out to my teammates after our last mission. The collective response was more or less ‘yeah, so?’ Maybe that will change for some of them when they think it over, but fuck ’em. I’m out and that’s the end of it.”

Will couldn’t keep the huge smile off of his face. “That’s wonderful, Dane, for your sake. I hope it makes your life easier, better.”

“You make my life better.” The heat of his gaze reduced Will to a pile of ashes. “Now, get in your car. I’ll be right behind you.”

****

Dane took deep, even breaths to quiet the butterflies churning up his stomach. Everything was going just the way he wanted. His precious sub was tied spread-eagle to his bed, a look of utter ecstasy lighting up his face. Worried that it was too soon to work Will hard, despite Will’s insistence to the contrary, he hadn’t taken even his hand to the boy. That kind of play could wait.

Instead, he’d clamped the sub’s rosy nipples after teasing them to tight points. Every few seconds, he tugged on them, making Will moan and writhe the tiny amount his bindings allowed. In contrast to the pain, Dane licked and sucked the guy’s cock like the special treat that it was. He loved giving his sub pleasure. Of course, the cock ring made it impossible for Will to come, not until his Dom was ready to allow it. Dane needed to please himself, too, and denying his sub orgasm was the next best thing to paddling his ass.

Before he gave his sub release, though, Dane needed to do the one thing in his mind that would demonstrate his devotion to his lover. It wasn’t something Will would ever demand of him. He knew that without a doubt. But it mattered to Dane. The ghost of his father would never truly be banished until he gave up his outdated idea of what it meant to be a man.

With a final hard suck, he pulled his mouth off of Will’s cock. “I need you to do something for me, baby,” he said in a low, seductive voice, ignoring the sub’s groan of protest as he let his cock go.

“Anything, sir.”

“I want you to eat my ass.”

Will’s eyes lit up. “Yes, sir.” The enthusiasm was genuine, alleviating Dane’s small guilt at requiring his boy to do something that might not be to his tastes, so to speak.

It was necessary, however. Dane needed to be as relaxed and as open as he could be and a clever tongue was the best tool for it. Swinging his legs to put his back to his sub, he edged backward until his ass hovered over Will’s face.

“Go ahead, baby. Get me nice and wet and open.”

Will didn’t hesitate to lift his head and work his tongue between the cheeks of Dane’s ass. He laved Dane’s hole with long strokes before twirling around the puckered skin. The Dom in him loved the idea of having his boy tending to him in this way. The sensation was amazing, making Dane’s cock even stiffer than it had been. He felt his hole start to relax and open up. He didn’t allow himself to think about what was to come but to simply revel in the moment. Pleasure sparked through his balls, tightening them up as the tip of Will’s tongue worked its way inside.

Dane’s hips bucked gently against Will’s face. Moans from them both overlapped to hover above the bed. Dane felt the vibration of Will’s delighted sounds inside his ass. He focused his attention on the sensation, pushing all other thoughts aside. Soon he was not only ready but eager to be filled with something more.

Pulling away, he switched his position again and grabbed the condom and lube. He saw confusion on Will’s face when taking a large dollop of lubricant, Dane reached behind himself instead of sliding his fingers into his sub’s ass.

“Sir, what are you doing?”

“I didn’t give you permission to speak,” he replied sternly as he worked the first finger inside.

He had thought of having Will prepare him this way, then decided that he needed to keep as much control as he could for this experiment. He had never even breached his own hole; he was that fucked up. Still, he knew what to do, having opened up many lovers in just this way. Despite the fantastic job Will had done, his sphincter still clamped down on his finger for a few seconds before he willed it to relax once more.

“Dane, please, you don’t have to do this for me.”

He didn’t stop the thrust of his finger as he slapped his sub’s cock. “Be quiet, boy! I’m doing this for me, too,” he added in a softer voice.

Will remained quiet after that. He lay there and watched as Dane worked two and then three fingers inside himself. It helped to concentrate on his sub’s face, to see the pleasure and encouragement etched there. This was a man who loved him. This was a safe place to do the seemingly hard task of losing his virginity. As mature and experienced as he was, he felt like a teenage boy. But that was okay because here he could be as vulnerable as he needed to be.

Not wanting to wait a second longer, he pulled his fingers out and released Will’s dick from its restraints before covering it with a condom. He added liberal amounts of lube and slid up into position.

Staring Will in the eye, he said, “I love you.” Then lowered his body onto the waiting cock straining to reach him.

There was a biting pain when the glans breached his hole, stretching him no wider than his fingers had but in a way that was different, more consuming. He ignored it and focused on the way Will’s eyes closed and his head rolled back. That response confirmed that however Dane might find the experience of being fucked, he was giving his lover great pleasure. Making Will happy mattered a hell of a lot more than how Dane felt physically or emotionally.

Not giving himself any time to adjust to being filled, he simply continued to lower his body until it almost joined with Will’s. He paused for a few seconds and closed his eyes to assess how he felt taking this step that for so long had seemed inconceivable. Surprisingly, the connection to his sub was stronger. He would have thought that penetrating someone else was the ultimate form of power, but he’d been wrong. Taking someone inside your body wasn’t just courageous as he’d assured Will. It was its own form of mastery.

He held Will’s hot shaft clenched within his control, binding them together. The connection couldn’t be severed until he allowed it. He could feel the hardness pulsing with need, restless for movement. It heated his tight tissues and made them twitchy in kind. Flexing his ass muscles in a quick caress intended to please them both, he grinned when Will begged.

“Please fuck me!”

“Sure thing, baby.” His smile broadened as he realized he was as anxious to get moving as his sub was.

The livid scar from the terrorist’s bullet reminded him to be careful. So it suited them both, or so he decided, to take it nice and slow. Dane steadily pumped his body, fueled by his powerful thighs. He took pride in being so muscular, so strong, that he could control the speed of fucking and still protect his boy. He was still a man, still a Dom.

Will’s staccato whimpers of pleasure with each stroke drove Dane to increase the rhythm. He loved driving the man wild. Having Will’s hard length inside him felt fantastic, too, with all that friction between their bodies. All kinds of nerve endings previously ignored on his body hummed. Stupid to have denied himself this even though he had exploited them in others. When he angled his hips forward, Will’s cock rubbed against his prostate. He gasped at the explosion of pleasure.