Catching Eagle's Eye (8 page)

“How?” Will swallowed hard. “How will you know if I did what you tell me?”

“Because I’ll ask you and you’ll tell me the truth, won’t you?”

“Yes, sir.” Will said the words so softly, Dane could barely tell they’d been spoken. There was conviction in them, nevertheless.

“Have a good day, Ensign,” he said in a normal voice and walked away.

His leg bitched and whined as he headed for the door. He told it to man up. Therapy might be boring and painful, but he would tackle the effort with new vigor. Getting back into the field wasn’t his only incentive now. The sooner he got better, the sooner he would get back into Will.

****

The day felt as if it had lasted a few hours more than usual. Will knew that it hadn’t, of course. It was really a matter of too little sleep and too much Dane that had his ass dragging as he entered his small apartment. Flopping down on his couch, he considered curling up and going to sleep right there. But his stomach growled and there was a bunch of less-than-fresh food waiting in his kitchen. Dane’s dinner kidnapping had left him with wilting veggies that needed to be used. He gave himself a few more minutes of down time before getting up and getting to work.

He made it a quick meal and an early night, a ridiculously early night given that he was a grown-up. It wasn’t just the sleep he looked forward to, however. He had orders to follow and the sooner he got into bed, the sooner he could fulfill them. He jumped into the shower as he usually did to wash away the sweat of the day. Sometimes, he worked out almost as hard as his patients did simply by showing them how to correct this stance or that pull. The water in his building had plenty of pressure and heat, so he stood a few minutes under the spray, enjoying the feel of it pounding his sore muscles. Eventually, he picked up the soap and lathered his body.

Above the waist was business as usual, but as soon as his slick hands cupped his cock and balls, the situation changed. Blood filled his dick as it had threatened to do all day, his balls curled up tight against his groin. With his eyes closed and his head tipped back, he smiled around a moan. His foreskin was slicker than usual because of the soap and had no trouble sliding up and down his hard length. Each stroke sent shivers up his middle. It would take little effort to make himself come.

He stopped the movement and dropped his hands with a curse. He wasn’t obeying orders. His cock was not his own right now. He had given it to Dane, or rather the man had claimed it. Just the idea of belonging to another man, however temporarily, gave him an unusual measure of peace and pleasure. He was ordinarily a self-sufficient adult fully capable of taking care of himself.

That didn’t stop the longing to be dominated that he had accepted finally as being a part of who he was, every bit as important and valid as being a sailor and a physical therapist. Being a submissive didn’t make him less of a man. It took strength to place oneself in the control of another. Up until this point in his life, the right man for that job hadn’t presented himself. Will had known from the first glimpse that Dane was such a man, however. And that man had been explicit about what Will was supposed to do. Jerking off in the shower was not it.

He reminded himself of the rules once more when he reached around to wash his hole. A small hiss escaped his lips as soap met the tiny abrasions around the ring of muscle. God, Dane had pounded him good. It had been so long since anyone had taken him that he hadn’t relaxed as much as he should have. It wasn’t bad, though, and the soreness he felt all day had maintained a low level of arousal.

Being in the shower was too much of a temptation to break the rules, so he finished up quickly and readied for bed. As he settled down between the cool sheets, he set his phone to chime after ten minutes. He lay back and fisted his cock, which was already semi-erect from the anticipation alone. He wiggled down farther into the bedding and closed his eyes.

As he clasped his rod in a firm grip, he couldn’t help but compare it to how it felt to be held by Dane. The man’s fingers were longer than Will’s, and he put more pressure on the hard flesh than Will did. Thinking of it and how awesome it was to be squeezed, he tried to mimic what had been done to him the previous night.

He groaned, part arousal, part frustration. It wasn’t the same. Being able to master another man was Dane’s forte, not Will’s. He tried anyway, sliding his foreskin up the shaft, pressing hard as he flicked a thumb across the head. He cried out and arched his back when he scraped a thumb into the slit. With his other hand, he cupped his balls, massaging and squeezing them as he slid his fingers back down his cock. He set a slow rhythm to the strokes, savoring every inch of his own caress.

In his mind, though, it was Dane’s hands on him. He couldn’t see his Dom’s face because he’d been ordered to keep his eyes shut. He wanted to peek but obeyed the command because it was so delicious to do so. Being under someone else’s control, yet knowing he could free himself by uttering a single word was intoxicating. Even with Dane miles away from him, the man had him by the short hairs, literally. He tugged at his pubic hair at the same time as he dug his nails into the stretched flesh of his cock. The pain wrenched another groan from him. Oh, God he wanted to slide a finger down to pierce his hole and stroke his prostate. He wouldn’t, of course, because he hadn’t been told to do that.

This was all he could do, stroke and dream and writhe with unspent passion and—the alarm sounded next to his ear. With a curse, Will stilled both his hands. His breath was as labored as any of his patient’s after a tough therapy session. It was hard, motherfucking hard, to let go of his cock and balls. But he did because those were the orders. He always followed orders. Letting out a shaky breath, he curled up on his side. The ache from his erection goaded him into relenting and finishing the job. Who would know if he got himself off, after all?

He would. And Dane would, too. The guy had said he’d ask Will if he had followed the routine set for him. Will had no doubt the SEAL always did what he said he would. The hell of it was, so did Will. He also didn’t lie, so when Dane asked him if he had complied with his orders, he was going to tell him the truth no matter what. That meant no orgasms for him, and unless Dane changed his mind, it meant no relief for weeks to come.

“Shit,” he muttered into the dark and punched his pillow.

****

Playing with himself but not coming was giving Will one hell of a case of blue balls. Standing around a room full of hot semi-naked guys with gyrating hips was not helping, either. But Carlos was a good friend and he needed a wingman for the night, so Will lounged against the wall of the club and sipped a beer. His dick was hard behind the zipper of his well-worn jeans. That was not remarkable. It had been that way for the better part of the last three weeks, although only at night. During the day, it behaved, lying dormant and compliant. As soon as his shift was over, however, it roused from its slumber, eager to play in the limited way allowed.

Will had followed the plan set by Dane just as Dane had followed the plan set by Will. Of course, Will gave Dane a new plan as he progressed in his rehab. The SEAL hadn’t seen fit to do the same for Will.

Every night, Will set his phone alarm for ten minutes. During that time, he stroked and teased his cock and balls unmercifully. When the time was up, he let go, unfulfilled and desperately wanting. It was torture, although he slept surprisingly well in spite of the teasing, or maybe because of it. It was worth it, though, no matter the case. At the beginning of every therapy session with Dane, he’d ask his patient how he had progressed since they’d last seen each other. Then Dane would do the same with him. He was proud to report he had followed his orders to the T.

So it wasn’t so much the sight of all the available flesh in the room that made him stiff. It was the anticipation of what was to come once he settled into bed for the night. That was a long way off, though. Carlos was out on the dance floor with some hot twink, having a great time. Will would be a sucky wingman if he left the guy or made him cut the night short just because he had a standing date with his own hand.

Resigned for a long wait, Will mentally sighed and took another swig of his beer. At least they had taken a cab, so he didn’t have to stay sober.

“Hey, baby. Nice to see you again.”

Will turned in response to the accented greeting and found himself almost nose-to-nose with the Hispanic guy who’d blown him weeks ago. Will gave him a quick smile. “Hi. How’s it going?”

He didn’t want to strike up a conversation, and he wasn’t going for a repeat performance given his commitment to Dane. He could see, too, the voyeuristic boyfriend hanging a few feet away. The thought of putting on a show for anyone other than Dane didn’t appeal to him, either. Christ, he had it bad for the SEAL. But then that was the way he was wired. He hadn’t ever been under the control of a Dom before and as simple as the play between Dane and him had been so far, it was satisfying on a deeper level than he’d experienced before with any other guy.

The other man took Will’s greeting as an invitation and stroked a finger down Will’s cheek. “Let’s go in back so I can suck your pretty cock again.”

Will gave him a contrite look. “Sorry, but I’m kind of in a relationship and my man doesn’t share.” Even though he was stretching the truth a bit to kill the invitation, the sound of the words gave him a thrill. Besides, while calling what he had going with Dane a relationship might not be true, the rest was. Dane had laid claim to Will’s body for the time being.

The man frowned. “You mean him?” he asked, nodding in the direction of where Carlos danced.

“No, he’s a friend I’m hanging with, that’s all.” Will stood up straighter, a little annoyed that the guy wasn’t taking the “no” at face value.

The man shrugged. “So where’s your man?”

“Not here,” Will replied tersely.

The man broke out in a feral grin. “If he’s not here, then he won’t know if we play. Come on, baby,” he added, reaching to stroke Will’s face again. “You know I can make you feel real good.”

Will dodged the touch and stepped back. “No. I’m not available. Sorry.” Politeness was ingrained in him from both his parents and the Navy, but if this guy didn’t back off, he was prepared to get mean.

He didn’t have to. Out of nowhere, a hand shot out, grabbed the wrist, and yanked the hand away from Will. As the guy turned to confront the man holding him, a torrent of Spanish flew out fast and harsh. Will could only stare as he watched Dane castigate Will’s erstwhile lover in a dialect of the language he was pretty sure would not be spoken in the nicer drawing rooms of any Spanish-speaking country. Although his knowledge of the language was pretty good, Will could only catch a few words to get the gist of the meaning. It was pretty much “hands off what’s mine if you know what’s good for you,” and seeing Dane all territorial over him was like a kick to the groin. A good one.

When the man’s companion joined the fray in defense of his boy, Dane shifted his lecture to the two of them even as he dropped his hold on the wrist. Instead, he grabbed Will by the arm and pulled him in close. The feel of the hard, larger body against his made Will sigh with contentment even as his arousal kicked up. He wasn’t so wrapped up in his reaction to Dane that he failed to notice the confrontation had attracted the attention of others. Just as Will became concerned that a brawl might ensue, Dane spit out his last sentence and turned away, tugging Will with him.

“Hey, wait,” Will managed before they passed the dance floor. “I’m here with a friend, and I haven’t finished my beer.” Okay, the last bit was lame, but he was flummoxed by what had just happened, not the least of which was because Dane had appeared out of nowhere. It was surreal.

Dane stopped and whipped Will against his chest. “Who’s your friend?” The look in his eyes was fierce and his tone almost a growl.

Fortunately, Carlos, like just about everyone else in the room, had noticed the brewing fight and popped up next to them. “What’s going on?” His friend looked worried, so Will gave him a reassuring smile.

Before he could saying anything, however, Dane barged in. “Did either of you drive?”

“Um, no, we took a cab,” Will answered because although Dane had directed the question to Carlos, the guy looked incapable of speech as he stared up at the awesomeness that was Dane in full warrior mode.

Dane plucked the glass of beer from Will’s hand and shoved it at Carlos. “Who was going to pay for the cab back?” Dane asked Carlos.

Again, Will answered as poor Carlos was barely able to take the glass before Dane let go of it. “I was because Carlos paid for the one over here.”

Digging into his pocket, Dane pulled out a few bills and thrust them at the still stunned Carlos. “Here, this should cover it. I’m taking Will back in my car. Sorry, man, but you’re on your own for the rest of the night.”

Dane didn’t even wait for a response. He simply turned and tugged Will along as he headed for the door. Will twisted his head around to mouth “sorry” to Carlos. His friend was smiling ear-to-ear and gave him a thumbs-up sign even as he brought the glass of beer to his lips.

Will let Dane all but drag him out of the club and down the street to where Dane’s jeep sat. When the SEAL opened the passenger door, he let go of Will and gestured for him to get in. While a part of him rebelled at the high-handedness of it all, a bigger part of him was thrilled at the mastery of his body. His cock was certainly appreciative. It strained painfully against his jeans.

Dane jumped into the driver’s seat with a heavy sigh. He gave Will one hard look before starting the engine and pulling away. Nothing was said by either until Dane reached Will’s apartment. After parking on a side street next to Will’s building, Dane cut the engine and put his head back against the seat, staring out of the windshield. They both remained silent for a few seconds before Will couldn’t stand it anymore.

Unbuckling his seatbelt, he shifted to face the other man. “You’ve still been stalking me, haven’t you?” It wasn’t as much of an accusation as he had intended. Damn, all his blood was too far south for him to think clearly.