Catching Eagle's Eye (12 page)

Dane was working Will’s hard and straining cock with the same rhythm as the fucking. He glided his fisted hand up and down, twisting the flesh when he reached the head of Will’s dick before scraping it with his thumb on the downstroke. Will would have come already if it weren’t for the motherfucking cock ring snapped tight at the base of his cock.

“You like this, baby boy?” Dane crooned. “You like having my dick filling your sweet ass?”

“Faster. Please, sir,” Will managed to ground out.

Dane grinned down at him evilly. “You want me to work harder? I’ve worn myself out whipping you tonight. And this is the third time I’ve fucked you today, so you must be pretty sore already.”

“I like it sore,” Will confessed and then moaned loud and long when Dane shifted to stab at his prostate.

Dane chuckled. “You are one insatiable pain slut, I’ll give you that.”

Will managed to smile. It was true enough. He loved the pain. It aroused him as nothing else did and made everything about sex more satisfying. Part of him was appalled that, given his profession and the amount of pain he helped his patients deal with, he could be turned on by something so negative. But he was and no one had made him feel the pure pleasure of pain quite like Dane. He wasn’t sure he would ever get his fill of this man.

“More, please,” he begged.

“Okay, baby. I’ll give you what you need.”

Dane’s pace picked up a second later. He pounded into Will’s ass as he torqued up his hand job. With his beaten back rubbing against the sheets and his prostate under repeated assault, Will’s climax strained for release. He tossed his head from side to side, moaning and whimpering with his need. All of a sudden, the pressure around the base of his cock and balls disappeared as Dane released the constricting ring.

“Come for me, Will.”

Good sailor and sub that he was, Will obeyed. He tossed his head back as the release tore through him. His hole clenched around Dane’s invading dick, squeezing hard as the spasms wracked his body.

“Christ!” Dane buried himself balls deep into Will’s ass before collapsing on top of him.

Will reveled in the feeling of the larger, heavier body crushing him into the mattress. They lay chest-to-chest, each panting harshly as they came down from the high of climaxing. Will would have been happy to fall asleep that way, but Dane had other ideas. He pushed himself up on his hands and stared down into Will’s eyes. “Are you okay?”

Will could only nod. He hated having Dane pull out, hated being released from his bindings. He knew it was necessary, of course. As a physical therapist, he understood that his muscles needed the relief. He sighed as Dane massaged his shoulders and arms to restore circulation. Dane did the same to Will’s legs as he lowered them out straight. Then Dane hopped off the bed.

“Turn over onto your stomach, and I’ll be right back.”

Will lazily did as ordered with his eyes closed. Seconds later, he hissed when a cool cloth pressed against his hole.

“See,” Dane drawled. “You’re rubbed raw. No more fucking for you this weekend.”

Will twisted to scowl back at Dane. “Seriously? That is not fair. Sir,” he tacked on in a grumpy voice. What a dope he’d been to let out how sore he was. It didn’t matter. Not only did he love the pain, he knew this was likely the only time he’d ever have with this man, and he wanted enough memories to last him a lifetime. It was that good, that intense.

The SEAL pinched Will’s ass, although whether it was meant as punishment or encouragement, he couldn’t say. “We’ll do other things. I can’t wait to fuck your mouth again, for instance.”

Dane shifted by Will’s side and started rubbing his back with that soothing cream he had brought. It made Will sigh and relax. His eyes drifted closed again. After a minute or two of Dane’s care, a wicked idea popped into his head.

“I know,” he said in a lazy tone. “I can fuck you after you beat me. God knows I’m ready to burst each time you lay into me.”

Dane’s hand stilled. Then the whole man did, and the tense vibe hit Will like a two-by-four. Pressing up on his forearms, he turned again to look at the other man. Dane’s eyebrows were furrowed. He flicked his gaze up at Will, his thoughts on the idea easy to read.

“You don’t bottom.” It wasn’t a question because the answer was plain.

“Never,” Dane replied before pouring another dollop of lotion on Will’s back and returning his concentration to his aftercare.

In an effort to lighten the mood, Will lay his head back down. “You don’t know what you’re missing.”

“Probably not, but I’m never going to do it. I need to be in control.”

“Yeah, I get that and, believe me, I love your being the master. It’s just, well, you must know some women who are Dommes.”

“Um, not really. I don’t hang out with women as a rule, except my teammates’ wives sometimes on social occasions. If any of them are Dommes, it’s never come up.”

He gave Will’s ass a small pat as he finished up and brought the lotion back to his duffel bag. Will watched the way the man’s muscles played across his back as he moved about. The SEAL was male perfection, an unparalleled balance of power and grace. He couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to bury himself inside of that body, so he couldn’t let the topic drop.

“What I meant was that those Dommes obviously ‘bottom,’ if you will, given female anatomy, yet they’re still in control. Why can’t male Doms bottom?”

“I didn’t say they couldn’t,” Dane replied, picking up the pillows and tossing them on the bed above Will’s head. He took one and propped himself against the headboard and ran his hand across Will’s head. “I said I can’t.” His hand continued with its stroking.

It would have been easy to fall asleep under the tranquility of Dane’s petting. But he could feel the tension in Dane and sensed that his refusal to bottom was tied to more than a mere desire to be in control. Needing answers and hoping he could help somehow, he pushed the issue. “Why not?”

It took so long for Dane to answer, Will thought he wasn’t going to. When the man finally spoke, however, he didn’t really answer the question at all. “I’m afraid the answer I have to give will make me sound like a dick or, worse, insult you.”

“Try me.”

“Does your family know you’re gay?”

Will blinked at the non sequitur. “Yes, I came out to them right after high school.”

“Do they accept you?”

“Yes, they do.” He chuffed out a laugh. “I don’t think they were very surprised to hear it. They’re only worry was my hiding my nature while in the Navy. Now, that’s not a concern anymore.” He paused. “How about you?”

“I never came out to my parents.” The answer wasn’t a surprise. Will had known from the beginning that Dane was in the closet. “They’re both dead now, so it hardly matters.” He sighed heavily and thunked his head against the board. “They knew about me anyway.”

Will ran his palm up Dane’s leg in a gesture meant to soothe. “Why do you say that?”

“Because when I was young and horny, I did a bad job of hiding my interest in men. My dad caught me looking at things I shouldn’t have been looking at. He made it pretty clear I needed to stop being gay. Not that he used that particular word, of course.”

Although Dane’s tone and his expression tried to pass his father’s response off lightly, Will just knew it hadn’t been as simple as his father lecturing him. “I’m sorry,” he said in a soft voice and tightened his fingers around Dane’s thigh. He figured the other man wasn’t much of a hugger, so he didn’t try.

“I’m sorry, too, in that my father’s reaction led me to work hard at hiding myself. I strove to be hyper-masculine, doing everything I could think of that a
real
man by my father’s definition would do. That meant football and drinking, dating a new girl every other week. Of course, I never slept with any of them, but I let my old man think I was getting tail.

“Even joining the SEALs was a natural path for me to follow. Every time I wanted to give up during BUD/S, I pictured showing my pin to my father.” He chuckled hollowly. “Stupid son of a bitch died of a heart attack before I finished my training.”

When Dane fell silent, Will filled in the blanks for him. “You don’t bottom because it isn’t masculine enough. Real men fuck. They don’t get fucked.”

Dane looked at him and slid his hand down Will’s cheek. He swiped his thumb across Will’s lips. “I told you it wouldn’t sound good.” When he put pressure on Will’s mouth, Will opened up and let Dane’s thumb slip inside. Instinctively, he sucked on it. “I don’t think you’re less of a man than I am, Will. I swear I don’t. Not inside my head. I know it takes real courage to be a sub and even more to let another person inside your body. But my gut? That’s different. I just need to be on top.”

Will bit gently on Dane’s thumb before he pulled back. “How badly did your father beat you?” he asked in a low tone. It wasn’t truly important for him to know, yet he figured there was no one else on the planet Dane could confide in.

Dane didn’t answer right away. Keeping his gaze on Will, he scooted down the bed and gathered him into his arms. Will didn’t hesitate to return the embrace. “Bad enough for him to be in this room with us. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, not on my account. I love being topped by you. I just want you to feel the same pleasure I do.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that,” Dane replied with a chuckle. He kissed the top of Will’s head. “Now go to sleep, boy. You need to rest. We have one more day of vacation, and I intend to beat the crap and fuck the shit out of you until we have to leave.”

Will snuggled closer. “Yes, sir.”

****

The vacation ended late the following night as neither Dane nor Will wanted to end it sooner than necessary. Dane had gladly paid extra to stay longer at the pricey resort. Being with the eager sub had been worth it. He doubted he would ever spend a more perfect weekend with anyone else.

As he pulled up to the ensign’s apartment, he shut off the engine of his jeep and stared through the windshield. Now came the hard part. It was time to say good-bye, and he, who tackled tough jobs head-on, wanted to put the moment off as long as he could. Apparently, Will felt the same way because he sat silently next to Dane with the same intent focus on the deserted street.

After a long minute, a hard sigh pushed past Will’s lips. “I’m trying to think of the right thing to say. All that comes to mind is ‘thank you,’ but that seems ridiculous.”

Dane turned to look at him. “I don’t know. Those same words are rattling around in my head, too. So is ‘when can we do it again?’”

“Ha!” Will tossed his head back against the seat. “I’ve got that one poking at me as well. I know better than to ask it.”

The response rankled Dane for some reason. “Why?”

Turning to look at him, Will said, “This was the best weekend of my life.”

“But?”

“But it was a one-time shot given you’re in the closet.”

Dane squeezed the bridge of his nose with thumb and forefinger. “One doesn’t necessarily follow from the other.” Even as he said it, though, he knew he was wrong. He was just desperate enough to keep Will in his life to grasp at straws. And wasn’t that a kick in the balls? He’d never expected to meet another man that he wanted to spend more than a night with. Now, he wanted more than one weekend.

Will shook his head. “I understand that you can’t come out, and it’s way too small for me to spend more than this one vacation in.” Lifting his head, he turned to face Dane squarely. “I like you, Dane, a lot. More than any other man I’ve ever been with.” He closed his eyes on a weary sigh. “If I try to see you on your terms, I’ll end up resenting you. I’d rather keep this perfect memory of how good we were together. I’m sorry,” he added. A sheen of tears showed in his eyes.

Ah, crap! Dane forced himself to raise his thumb and stroke Will’s cheek, to have the courage to show this man open affection in this quiet yet public place. “Don’t apologize. I’m the fucked up one. You’re beautiful, Will. The way you gave yourself to me these last few days was the greatest gift anyone has ever given me. I won’t ruin it by asking you to be what you’re not. I’m the one with the problem, not you.”

With a quick kiss to Dane’s palm, Will reached for the door handle. “I should go. This isn’t getting any easier.”

Before Dane could stop him, as if it would make any difference even if he did, Will was out of the jeep and grabbing his duffel bag from the back. As he went to shut the door, Dane grabbed his arm.

“Wait.” He released Will to tug at one of the bags he had brought. He held it out to him. “Do you want to keep the toys? I bought them just for this weekend and, well, I’m probably going wheels up soon, so you should have them.”

After a moment’s hesitation, Will took the bag. “Thanks, I’d like to keep them.” He licked his lower lip. “I think ‘thank you’ is the right thing to say after all. I had a wonderful time, and I won’t ever forget you or it.” He smiled and shrugged. “I’ve volunteered to go to Afghanistan to help set up a rehab clinic. Maybe we’ll see each other over there. I promise to keep it cool in front of others.”

Dane frowned at the idea of Will going to the unstable country. “Things are still unsafe over there. The Taliban go after anything and anyone who tries to pull them out of the Stone Age.”

Will just shook his head. “I’m a big boy and a trained sailor. It’s the people being hurt by the terrorists who need help the most. I want to give more than I have stateside. Besides, it’ll be an adventure, and I figure now’s the time for having one.”

Will’s enthusiasm didn’t make Dane feel any better about it. But who was he to give advice to someone he was tossing away? “Maybe. You take care of yourself, Will.”

“You too, sir.” With a last faint smile, the sub turned and jogged up his front stoop.

Dane waited and watched until Will was safely in the vestibule, and then waited and watched until he saw a light go on in the left corner apartment on the second floor. He clenched his fists around the steering wheel, his heart thumping painfully in his chest. A voice, small yet insistent, nagged at him to get out, go after the boy, grab him, and hold on. With hard breaths, he fought the urge. He had nothing to offer someone as out and proud as Will Chadwick. He’d only cause him misery if he gave in to his desires. It would be selfish to do so. He was stronger than that. For Will’s sake, he had to be.