Along about 1:00 a.m. I'd given up. After nodding off on the couch a couple different times while waiting to hear his car pull into the driveway, I finally trudged upstairs to our bedroom and slipped under the covers. I think I was out like a light before my head even touched the pillow.
Don't get me wrong. His own personal Welcome Wagon wasn't leaving him hanging with a yawn instead of a tight embrace. I'd flown out a few days earlier and for us to have some time together. But it turns out instead of a couple days holed up in in a swanky hotel suite with the Do Not Disturb sign hanging on the doorknob, "some time together" turned out to be only 30 minutes in an empty office during a "blink and you'd have missed it" period of downtime amidst an intense gauntlet of interviews and debriefs.
It was comforting to be able to be there with him and I was relieved that he was there in front of me so I could see that he was safe instead of it being just an abstract idea that he'd made it back in one piece. But outside of some longing, soulful looks, chaste hand holding, and a couple of quick pecks on the lips, I couldn't give him the type of welcome home that I'd wanted to.
Although a few close friends and a superior office he trusted implicitly knew, he wasn't out at work. Even though Don't Ask, Don't Tell was a thing of the past, being out in the military still wasn't easy...even more so as things had drastically changed over the past year. He didn't want to risk someone barging into the office and catching him with his tongue in my mouth and my hand down the front of his shorts. As much as I wanted him, I didn't want to be responsible for ruining his career. Part of what I loved about the man was the sense of duty, honor, and purpose a 20+ year career in the Armed Forces had given him.
After that all too brief 30-minute visit, I didn't get to see him again. He was whisked away on a plane for more detailed debriefings and I was left to head back to the airport and fly back home...somehow more dejected and empty than when I'd arrived. But before he was pulled from our office sanctuary by impatient staffers, we'd made plans to make his first night back home a night to remember. But soon enough, a 3:00 p.m. arrival home turned into 5, which turned into 8 before settling on the perfectly ambiguous TBD. I wasn't surprised. I'd been with him long enough to know that the military doesn't care if you've got family or loved ones waiting for you at home. They'll keep you occupied until they're good and ready to turn you loose.
That's why I didn't feel TOO terrible about going off to bed before he'd gotten home. When I got a "still waiting to find out what time I get to come home" text around 10 that evening, I'd decided to try to hang on for another couple hours before I tapped out and went upstairs. For all I knew, when I woke up the next morning, he still wouldn't be home.
But at some point - I don't know exactly what time it was or how long it had been since I'd gone to bed - I was in that hazy place between being asleep and being awake. I was having a sex dream about my favorite Major League Baseball manager when I distinctly felt a body slip against mine. At first, my addled mind thought this was the realest dream I'd ever had. It wasn't until I started to wake up a little bit more that I realized it was no dream. I felt a hand on my hip lightly drift along my waist and under my shirt to travel up my torso and lips softly kiss the fabric covering my shoulder before they found the skin of my neck.
For a minute or two, I let it go on without letting on that I was asleep. Normally I'd have been pissed at his audacity in waking me up before 9:00 a.m. on a Saturday. But this time was different. You couldn't wipe the smile off of my face. He was finally home. And this time I was going to give him the type of welcome he deserved...sleepy or not.
But before the mood had a chance to shift, I decided to be a little playful. Letting my body respond and writhe under his touch, I let out a soft moan as he kissed his way up my neck and softly nipped at my earlobe. "Ohhhhh, Mike," I cried out softly. "I forgot to text you earlier. You've got to go. He's finally on his way home. He could be here any minute."
All that was missing from his reaction was a record scratch. His lips left my ear and I felt his upper body lean back from mine in bed. The catch in his throat - a quick gasp with a choking sound mixed in - was clearly audible as he scoffed at me. "THIS is how you welcome me home after how long I was gone and how far away I went!?"
I could hear the teasing tone in his voice. He knew I was joking and he was making it clear that he was serving it right back to me. You might say that giving each other a hard time was our unofficial love language.
With that, I decided to drop the pretense of being asleep and rolled over in his arms to face him. Even in the pitch black of the room, I could make out his handsome features. Unable to resist, I reached up to lightly touch his cheek and leaned forward to press my lips to his for a quick kiss. "Welcome home, Cap," I said softly, calling him by the playful nickname I'd called him almost since the beginning of our involvement, before leaning in for a longer but no less soft kiss. "Finally. For real this time."
He took a moment before responding. I could see him looking at me, maybe taking in the sight of me. Whether that's what he was doing or not, simply the idea of that being the case made my body tremble slightly. I could make out a grin of his face before he let a deep exhale escape is lips and I felt his body relax. "It IS home, isn't it?"
This time, he leaned in for a kiss. When I felt his tongue lightly touch my lips, I parted them to let it slip into my mouth. I hadn't noticed until then but when I let my hands start to roam his body to feel him - maybe partially make sure that it was reality and not some sort of vivid extension of my Hot MLB Manager dream - I realized he was wearing his flight suit. The surprise of it made my mouth freeze for half a second. I guess I assumed he'd slipped into bed after disrobing. I wasn't turned off by the idea. It was the contrary, actually. We'd even fucked more than once with him wearing it...and maybe once or twice with him wearing his dress uniform.
I'd been a little embarrassed when I'd confessed to him early on in our involvement that I had a thing for a guy in uniform. Some guys don't necessarily want to be with a chaser. But Rick had taken it in stride. He hadn't said so, but he seemed to actually be proud. Almost like it was an ego boost that I found that side of his life hot. It wasn't the only thing about the man I found hot. Far from it. Besides, he had his own fetishes that I was more than happy to satisfy for him and play out with him.
As our tongues entwined in my mouth, I started to lose track of time. I always did with him. When he pulled back from our clinch, he grinned at me. That cute, crooked grin that always made my heart skip a beat. This wasn't an "I'm about to say something heartfelt and sincere" grin though. I knew I was about to get razzed about something.
"You know," he started, a slight chuckle catching in his voice. Clearly he was amused by whatever whopper he planned to say. "I sort of expected to walk in the front door to find a trail of rose petals leading up to the bedroom, lit candles, a plate of fruit and whipped cream on one of the nightstands, and you waiting face down and ass up on the bed, pre-lubed and everything!"
I laughed. "What do you think I am? A cross between fuck fiction and a Craigslist ad?"
He leaned in and laid a series of kisses on my neck. "Only when you're in a slutty mood."
"I'll be a slut tomorrow," I tilted his head up from my neck so I could look into his eyes. "Tonight, I'm glad you're finally here." I tugged lightly on the lapels of his flight suit to pull him into a quick kiss. "In your flight suit for some reason..."
Even in the darkness, I saw his eyebrows raise. "I thought you loved me in my flight suit. You've never turned down an opportunity for me to give you a ride into the wild blue yonder." He reached out to put his hand at the back of my neck before leaning in for another kiss.
I moaned into his mouth, getting so turned on just by being in such close proximity to him. Smelling his scent...a mix of soap, shampoo, and cologne. Feeling his mouth on mine and our hands on each other. "Oh, I don't. But tonight? Right here, right now? I don't want any props. No role play. No dress up. No play pretend. I want the man who's been away for weeks. The man I've missed like hell. The man I love. I want you, Cap"
He chuckled softly. "I love it when you talk like that, Craig." I could tell by the brief expression that crossed his face before he hid it that I'd touched his feelings. "You've got me," he said softly. "Tonight and for however long you want me."
We kissed again...deeply this time. When I pulled back, I grabbed the zipper of his suit and looked into his eyes. "If you want to take back that 'however long you want me' part, I won't be offended."
For all intents and purposes, Rick and I were a couple. We'd started up five years ago and after a couple years of 'just fucking around', we'd started going on dates. Even though we weren't technically living together - I still had my condo 20 minutes away - we spent most of our time together at his house and he'd insisted I stay there while he was gone. He knew how I felt about him and I knew how he felt about me. But actually defining what we were? That was a step we hadn't taken yet. Rick and I had gone through a lot together and in past relationships. I knew if he ever got to the point of putting an official label on us, he'd get there in his own time...not because I'd pressed him to do it.
"Not a chance," he said in response to the out I'd given him. He leaned forward and kissed me again. This time, it was more of a claiming kiss. When he pulled back, he looked at me seriously. "There are some things I want to say. Long overdue things you deserve to hear. But..."
I nodded my head to let him know that I understood. Now wasn't the time for a conversation. Whatever he had to say to me, we'd connect on that level later. Right now, there was a more urgent way we both needed to connect. Whatever he was going to say to finish his thought, I interrupted him. "Right now, one of us is VERY overdressed for the situation and I think we need to remedy that."
I started to slowly pull the zipper downward when I noticed he'd cocked his eye at me. "You're not exactly naked either, you know."
I was in my standard-issue thin t-shirt and shorts that I typically slept in. "First you, then me," was all I said before I returned to pull the zipper of his flight suit down his torso. When I leaned in to softly kiss his my way down his neck as I did my work, I felt chest hair on my lips as I worked my way down.
I lifted my head up in surprise. I expected he'd be at least in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt under the suit. "No shirt underneath?"
He had a shit-eating grin on his face. "Not just the shirt. Nothing on at all."
I let my hand drift downward to feel a pronounced bulge in his crotch. Rick was majorly bricked and I couldn't have been happier. I circled my hand around the straining bulge to lazily stroke him...as much as the thick fabric of the flight suit would allow. "Exactly how long have you been home while I was asleep? And how were you able to be so quiet through all of these costume changes?"
"You were pretty zonked-out," he admitted between kisses long my jawline. "Mouth hanging open. Sawing logs like crazy. A little trail of drool coming out the side of your mouth..."
I pushed him back slightly and glared at him. "Keep talking and this welcome home celebration is going to come to an end pretty quickly."
Trying to cover, he grinned innocently. "It was WAY hot. A major," *kiss* "major," *kiss* "turn on..."
We kissed again, passionately, while I pulled the zipper of his suit all the way down. Not standing on ceremony any longer, I freed his cock and balls from the confines of the suit and spent a lot of time feeling him up before I ran my hand up his torso and through the hair across his fit chest. Rick kept himself in shape, but all of the training that he'd had to go through to in preparation for being gone had gotten him a little bit bigger. I didn't like to be so shallow because there was much more to him than his body. But damn if it wasn't a big perk.
"Speaking of major turn ons..."Â I pushed the suit of his shoulders and helped him wriggle out of the rest of it until he was fully naked and the suit lay crumped somewhere on the floor.
I started to lean back in for a deep kiss, intent on pressing into his body when he put his hand on my shoulder to stop me. He shook his head at me with an amused grin. "Uh uh... Now you're the one who's too overdressed for the situation."
I lifted my arms and without much effort, he pulled my shirt up from the hem and tossed it behind him. My shorts soon followed. In short order, I was on my back and he on top of me. Our bodies ground together and undulated against each other, easily finding the rhythm we'd come to know so well. It was a rush feeling his hardness press into me again after so many weeks of not having it. His hand snaked between us and found my own hard cock. Without breaking my gaze, he stroked me, watching how I was melting under his ministrations.
Rick knew exactly how to have me exactly where he wanted me. In the past - with any other man - it had scared the hell out of me for a man to know me that well and for me to be that vulnerable. It wasn't like that with him. Afraid of my feelings and my body was the last thing I felt. If I was fully honest with myself, maybe THAT scared me a little. But not enough to make me second guess what I felt for the man.
Still looking into my eyes, he pulled his hand away from my tool, brought it to his lips and made a show of licking precum from his index finger and thumb, closing his eyes and reveling in the taste of me before letting out a soft, guttural grunt.
"Craig..." he paused for a second and uncertainly flashed across his face. Sheepishly, he continued. "It's been a long time, since... I'm not sure... I mean, I..."
He couldn't seem to finish the sentence. I knew what he was trying to get it. It was sweet that - even through his horniness - he had my needs on his mind too. "You're feeling pretty short on foreplay, right?"
I smiled at him to let him know it was okay. Even so, he reached up and ran one of his hands over the short hair on the back of his head. He actually looked embarrassed. "Yeah. I know you usually like it more romantic..."
I cut him off and reached out to put my hand on his toned, hairy chest, feeling his warmth and the beat of his heart. "I do like romantic sex. But what I like more is sex with you. We can do romance some other time. If you want to take me to Pound Town, Cap, I'm down for the ride."
He got this cute, almost boyish grin on his face and laughed softly. "Pound Town... Don't think I've heard that one before."
It always amazed me in the best of ways. Rick was a little less than four years older than me but there were often Pop culture touchstones or fleeting fads that seemed to pass him by. I guess while I was immersing myself in those insignificant or superficial things, he was off doing important work. I could forgive the Pop culture blind spot when it came to Pound Town.
I bit my lip and slipped my hand further down to wrap it around his leaking erection. "You may not have heard of it before, but I know for a fact you know how to take a guy there."
I gave his cock a few strokes, coating the shaft with his precum and he moaned. "Jesus... If I don't, I'm sure I'll figure it out, because you're not wrong. I want to take you to Pound Town."
He reached over to the nightstand drawer and pulled out the tube of our favorite lube. With both of us working on it, we were soon both ready for the trip. He set the tube back over on the nightstand and lined his rock hard tool up with my hole. With one last longing look in my eye he wanted to make sure I wasn't having second thoughts. I gave my head a slight nod and added, "C'mon, Cap. Show me how glad you are to be back home."
Rick grinned and leaned forward to push into me. He pushed his cock head past my ring with that same mix of pleasure and brief pain that I'd come to know. As he slowly slid into me, he leaned down and said softly into my ear, "You know that it turns me on to no end when you call me Cap, right?"
"Of course," I smirked and brought both of my hands around him to grip onto his back. "That's why I call you that as often as possible....Cap."
He grunted and inside me I felt his cock twitch. "God..." I could see the lust in his eyes at that point. "What's beyond Pound Town?"
I shrugged, my anticipation growing at the mere idea. "Dunno."
Rick grinned. "Well whatever it is, you're SO about the experience it."
"Fuck!" My grip on his tightened and he gave a few light thrusts to show that he was ready to go. "Take me there, Cap. I want you, bad."
He grunted again and started a soft fucking motion. "You're about to get all you can handle, Craig."
"Fuck yes..." I practically whispered as his thrusts began to build.
Over the next several minutes, there were times where pain and pleasure bled into one and I couldn't tell the difference. Times my gaze was locked on his and I felt like I was looking into his soul and also times where I couldn't see and everything went dark. Times where I clung to his body, wrapped my legs around his waist, and held on for dear life, but also felt safe with his hands on my body to brace himself. Times where I felt like I was outside my body and also times where my body was so hyper-sensitive and locked-in that I could feel everything.
My senses were on overload. I could hear skin slapping and sliding against skin. Feel the punishment my hole was taking. Smell a mixture of his cologne and sex. Taste his breath when he leaned down to claim a kiss from me. See the intensity on his face as he fucked me. Rick wasn't just a man who had been apart from me for weeks and was more than making up for lost time.  He was a man in full rut. And God... Despite my romantic and gentle leanings, I was loving the hell out of it!
All of those nights in our bed without him next to me. Using a dildo as a poor substitute - moaning out his name and exploding all over my belly, chest, and sometimes my chin - then coming down from the high of climax and realizing I was all alone. Here with him now, those nights were all just a bad memory. He was really here. Really back home. Back in our bed. Back in my arms and me in his. His cock was back where it belonged too. And the steam he'd been building up told me it wouldn't be much longer until we both got what we so desperately wanted.
That's why when he slowed down and stopped balls deep inside me, I first thought something was wrong. When he reached over for the lube, I worried that all the friction of his vigorous fucking had evaporated it and he was starting to rub himself raw inside me. But then he reached down between us and coated my erection and looked deeply into my eyes.
"Craig... I want you to stroke yourself."
This was a surprise...and new. It wasn't that we had a set pattern for sex. But a lot of the time he got me off from fucking me without me having to even touch myself. If not, either he got me there or I took care of myself afterward.
When he saw my hesitancy, he smiled at me and reached up to brush the hair off of my forehead. "Please," he huffed, his voice ragged from the exertion of the rut. "I want you to get off during, not after. I want us to cum together."
Fuck! In that moment, Rick could've asked me to do anything and I'd have readily said yes. I reached up to lightly touch the back of his neck and craned my neck upward to kiss him.
I reached down between us to wrap my fist around my slippery tool and began sliding it up and down my shaft, letting my index finger linger and play along the sensitive underside just below the head. Rick lifted his upper body slightly and looked down between us, watching me for a few moments before he looked back to me. "Oh, Babe... You've got no idea how hot it makes me to see you doing that. Doing that for me."
I smirked at him and then egged him on. "Show me, Cap. Show your man how much I turn you on."
This wasn't a side of myself that I showed off too often. Usually I tended toward the modest, bordering on self-deprecating. In this moment though, I wasn't going to hide my desire for him. Not after he'd been away for so long and I'd been so worried and excited about what he was away doing...a weird mix of feelings, I know.
He easily slipped back into the zone he'd been in a short time earlier, quickly building back up to the pace he'd been on. This time, I was matching him stroke for stroke with my hand on my cock while my body was repeatedly rocked by the pleasure of him reaching my prostate.
I'll be honest. Things got so intense that there was a moment where I almost considered tapping out. My legs wrapped around him felt like they were starting to cramp. But when I felt his fucking ramp up even more and feel more urgent, I knew he wasn't too far away from going over the edge.
Just before I felt the white hot cream coat my insides, he let out a louder - almost animalistic - grunt than I've ever heard him make. If the size of his load hadn't already told me, that sound let me know that this was the culmination of nearly two months apart. God, it was good to have him home.
As we came down from where our passion had taken us, we took turns scooping my load off of my belly and feeding each other. Finally, he looked into my eyes. "Hey..."
"Hey..." I grinned back at him, thrilled that we were together again.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Anything," I said softly, expecting him to ask something sweet or sexy to extend the moment we were in.
He winced as he tried to shift his body and let out a quick grunt. "You think you might let me go?"
It was then that I realized I still had my legs around his waist and my feet crossed over the small of his back. I was so lost in just being with him, feeling his body on mine and his skin against my skin, I hadn't bothered to lower them.
With a grin followed by my own wince at how cramped my leg muscles were, I pulled my legs down. "Reluctantly, yes. But honestly I don't want to let you go."
As I stretched my legs out, his softening dong fell out of my punished hole with a pop, followed by an overflow of his load.
"Don't worry," he reassured me as he moved over to his side of the bed and lay on his side with his hand resting on my chest. "I'm not going far."
"You can't promise that," I pointed out the reality of his job. For all I knew, he'd get a call tomorrow morning and have to leave to report for whatever he'd be asked to do.
He looked at me thoughtfully and sighed. "I know." Then he reached up to touch the side of my neck softly and looked at me so sincerely. "But right here, right now... I'm not going anywhere. You're where I wanna be. You're always where I wanna be."
God damn this man! Aside from his good looks, fit body, and that damn perpetual 5 o'clock shadow that made him even more sexy, he knew exactly how to touch my heart with his words. "You don't have to flatter me, Cap. You've already got me hooked," I teased him.
"I'm serious!" he insisted, which was cute as fuck...almost like we were having one of our spirited debates and he was trying to prove a point. "When I was gone, I had to be locked-in on the mission. But I can't tell you how often I thought of you. Almost constantly."
We kissed deeply and when we parted, I smirked at him. "Even though you were in close quarters with The Colonel?"
He laughed and mock-scolded me. "Don't start!"
His actual name was Jeffrey Healy, but I'd taken to referring to him as The Colonel because of his rank in the Armed Forces. The man was tall and muscular with movie star looks and had been on the mission with Rick. I knew he was my man's type in a major way and wasted no opportunity no needle him about the guy.
I poked him in the chest. "Don't tell me the two of you weren't wherever you were, fucking each other's brains out," I teased.
"Babe. C'mon..." Seemingly embarrassed, he shifted his body next to me and I didn't have to wonder whether he was imagining what I'd just said when I felt his semi-hard cock brush against my thigh.
I raised my eyebrows. "You like the idea."
Even though we were just being playful with each other, he actually looked flustered and blushed when he hesitantly admitted, "Yeah."Â Then he quickly added, "But just because I think the guy's hot and totally fuckable, it doesn't mean I want him or anything like that."
"I know," I reassured him. "I just like teasing you. Besides, he IS a hot man," I egged on the situation. "You should probably find out if he'd be interested in joining us for a three-way sometime."
Even though he chuckled at the suggestion, I was almost certain Rick was at full mast now. "Yeah right," his laughter died down. "I'm sure Jeff's wife would LOVE that."
I cocked my eye at him. "Cap... For someone so worldly and accomplished, you can sure be naive sometimes."
"What?"Â Rick seemed genuinely oblivious to the point I was trying to make.
"The Colonel wouldn't be the first man married to a woman who went behind his wife's back to get hot and heavy with a dude."
"I guess you're right," he shifted on the bed and laid on his back. I could tell from the uncomfortable look on his face that I'd touched a nerve.
I followed him, raising up and rolling over onto my side to place my hand on his chest. I loved the feel of his fur, just starting to get flecks of gray in it. I ran my hand up to his collarbone. "Hey..." He turned his head to look at me. "I didn't mean to kill the mood. I thought we were just messing with each other."
His face softened and he smiled. "We are. I'm sorry to be so sensitive. I guess after being in close quarters with Jeff for as long as I was, I'm not up for seeing him as a sexual object."
Part of me wondered Rick was just deflecting. Maybe he DID want The Colonel. I knew he wanted me too. It wasn't an either or situation. But maybe he wasn't ready to admit to anyone else that the married stud really got his motor running...not even to me.
"Besides," he continued, "I love that you've got such a horny mind and an active libido."
He smirked at me as he snaked his hand down below the bed sheet line and gave my semi-hard cock a couple playful strokes.
"Speaking of... Hard again I see," he observed.
"Yeah," I agreed, unashamed. "Hard to stay soft when you're back in our bed."
I ran my hand back down his furry torso and slipped it under the sheet line to feel his own erection returning to life. I leaned in for a soft kiss and whispered. "Feels like I'm not the only one who's horny, Cap. Captain Hornball."
Rick laughed softly, reached up to run the back of his hand along my cheek, and gave me a soulful look. "I guess I've got the same thing on my mind as you do."
I grinned. "So you ARE thinking about the two of us double teaming The Colonel. Your tongue on one side of his shaft. Mine on the other side?" He made a show out of rolling his eyes and groaning, making me laugh. "Sorry," I laughed along with him.
I leaned in for another kiss that was supposed to be quick, but ended up lingering and deepening. When we parted and he slipped his tongue out of my mouth, I ran my hand over his chest. "Ready for Round 2?"
"Always," he said softly as his hand roamed down my back and cupped one of my ass cheeks. "But do you think we could hold off for a bit?"
I was surprised. Despite his observation of me as the one with the active libido, Rick was never one to pump the brakes when we were both horny. I must've looked either confused or disappointed, because he quickly added. "I just want to enjoy being here with you again after so long apart."
I leaned my body into his and wrapped my arm around his body. "You know me. That's something I can definitely get behind."
He leaned back slightly and got a mischievous look on his face. "Hey now! I'M the one who does the 'getting behind' in this relationship!"
"And you do it damn well, Cap!"
We both had another good laugh, but then it felt like the mood shifted and things suddenly got serious.
Rick touched his forehead to mine and kept talking. "There was a lot going on while I was gone and I had to have my head mentally in the game the whole time. But whenever there was downtime...time to think." He leaned cocked his head up to look me in the eye. "Being away for that long. It gave me some perspective."
Of the two of us, Rick was the one who was a man of few words when it came to expressing feelings. He was more of an 'actions speak louder than words' type. And because of that, I didn't need to wonder. We'd been together for a few years now, I hadn't heard those three little words from him. But all the same, I knew how he felt about me. That's why it was a surprise that he was going deep in this moment...uh, figuratively speaking, I mean.
When there was a pause, I worried that maybe he was putting too much pressure on himself to verbalize something he wasn't ready to say. Or maybe it was the fact that he was coming down from the adrenaline high of being away and what he'd been a part of. "It's okay, Rick. You don't have to... If you're not ready, I mean. I know how..." Now it was my turn to pause, taking a big gulp. "I know."
The look he gave me in that moment. I'll never forget it. Trust, gratitude, relief. Love, even. Even if he wasn't ready to say it out loud.
He pulled me in for another kiss and then I lay my head on his shoulder and let my hand lazily roam through the hair on his chest while his arm wrapped around my back.
"I've missed you," his deep voice broke the silence after a few moments.
Feeling playful, I grinned even though he couldn't see my face. "You just saw me three days ago!"
His hand along my back pulled me further into him. "You know what I mean, Craig. I've missed this. Being here with you. Our banter. Having someone who knows me so well...who I'm so in sync with."
"I know what you mean. Other than Pretend Cap, I was pretty lonely too."
I lifted my head to smirk at him. "My dildo. It's what I called it while you were away."
He laughed and then repeated absent-mindedly. "Pretend Cap... I'm not sure how I feel about that."
"If it's any consolation, Pretend Cap pales in comparison to the real thing."
"I would hope so!" Rick chuckled.
I leaned up for another kiss and found myself slipping my tongue into Rick's mouth. When we parted, he smiled. "Pretend Cap can't do that, can he?"
"Uh uh," I shook my head softly.
"Or this?"Â he slide his hand that had been resting on my ass and slipped his pinkie down to find my hole and began teasing it.
We were definitely slipping into seduction mode and I was here for every single second of it.
"What about this?" He rolled onto his side, eased me onto my back and leaned down to kiss my neck. As his lips and tongue worked along my skin there, he slid on top of me and I felt his hard tool pressing into my pelvic bone.
I opened my mouth to say some variation of "nope," but all that came out was a gasp.Â
He withdrew from my neck and looked into my eyes. I could see that lust and passion were already starting to build behind his. "Round 2?" was all he said.
I bit my lip and grinned. "I thought you just 'wanted to be like this' for a while."
His mouth curled into a smile...that damn sexy crooked smile that hooked me way before his personality, wit, charm, and even his body did. "That was fun while it lasted." He leaned down to kiss me again. Between kisses, he barely got out, "I need you again, Craig. This time, the way you want it."
I wrapped my arms around him and felt the muscles of his back. After his lips parted mine, I looked up into those eyes. "Then Round 2 it is!"
About an hour later, we lay with our bodies intertwined. We'd showered and were back in bed...back to 'just being'. My fingers were brushing through his chest hair, feeling his hot skin underneath when my pinkie found his nipple and started lightly tracing over it. Â
Without lifting my head, I broke the silence. "Sometime tomorrow, I want to hear all about what happened." I heard and felt him inhale sharply and I knew the familiar refrain that he always dropped whenever he came back from one of these work trips was about to fall from his lips. I spoke up before he could say it. "The stuff that isn't classified, I mean. I want to know what it was like. How you felt. Stuff like that."
When he didn't say anything right away, I lifted my head from his shoulder and saw him looking at me with a smile. "What?"
"Nothing," he finally said, still smiling. "I love how interested you are in what I do. I mean... There are a lot of things I can't tell you, of course. But I can't tell you how it makes me feel to know you actually care about me and my stuff."
"Oh Cap..." I reached up and touched his cheek. "If you don't already get how I feel about you, I don't know what more I can do."
He took a beat of about two seconds to look at me and the leaned in to claim another kiss. When he pulled back, he bit his lip. "Oh, I get exactly how you feel about me." Under the sheets, his hand found my already plumping cock. "I may not be able to put it into words, but let me see if I can show you the feeling's mutual."
Once again, he had me on my back in short order. I reached up to run my hand over his chest as he looked down on me. "I've never known you to go three for three in one night," I teased him.
"It's a special night," I assured me. "I might not be able to work up load #3 yet, but I think I can compensate in other ways."
When he leaned back in, he went for my neck again and began a slow and attentive trip down my body that culminated in a blow job that may have lacked in expert skill but was top notch in effort and 'can do' attitude.
When - part of the way through his cocksucking - he went lower and did something he'd never done before...began lapping at my hole with his tongue...and was actually better at that than sucking my cock, I could stop myself from practically spitting out, "Jesus, Cap! You've been holding out on me!"
He pulled back and looked up my torso at me. "You like?"
"I love," I corrected him. "And just so you know, we're doing this all the time now!"
He laughed. "Now I know what to withhold to get what I want from you."
"Damn right you do!" I shot back. "Now get the fuck back to doing it before I shove your face back in there!"
I won't say we had sex until the sun came up the next morning, but - with a period of rest in between - Round 3 led into Round 4. I'm sure the sun was only an hour or two away from breaking the horizon by the time we actually fell asleep.  I knew things wouldn't stay this way. Life always interfered. The outside world would come calling and either his job would take him away for an extended period of time or mine would pull my attention away. But this moment was the North Star of our relationship I always wanted us to return to.
