A Marine Called Jason by Peter

A Marine Called Jason
(Revised)
by: Peter

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Chapter 4
It Won’t Be A Woman

One day about noon there was an explosion in the alley behind our barracks that took out most of the building across the alley and blew out a big chunk of our facility. I was thrown against a wall... maybe through it… I didn't remember anything till I felt myself whirling around in half-consciousness in the hospital. It was a four-bed ward but two of the beds were empty and the other guy wasn't in the room when I woke up. I found out from the nurse that I had a lot of cuts and bruises, broken ribs, a broken arm and wrist, and a dislocated shoulder. When I started to move there was pain in my right leg and I felt the bandage around my thigh.

"You've got a bad laceration there," she told me.

When I tried to sit up she quickly came to help me lie back down as I started to topple to the side. I was dizzy and it felt like my eyes were rolling back in my head. She told me I needed to lie still, and I heard "concussion."

Several of the guys visited me and told me another guy, Gordon Brown, was in intensive care with both legs badly mangled and internal injuries. Another guy, Joey Anderson, was killed. I hurt for them, but mostly I was pissed at the VC.

When Jason called my unit they simply told him I was in the hospital. Now I heard the sound of heavy boots coming down the hall and knew instinctively that it was Jason. He was walking fast and hard. But a few steps from the door he slowed and walked on in nonchalantly, chuckling under his breath.

"And you thought it was going be me that got it," he said.

"Don't start."

"Does this mean I have to go find Steve till you…..?"

"Don't… start," I said again.

"Hey, I’m just kidding, you know that. No, what I'm going to do is have the nurses turn you over on your stomach. You're going to be here for a few days, there's no sense letting that tight butt of yours go to waste. That's the only thing that didn't get hurt. I think the bed will hold our combined weight."

I couldn’t help laughing, but then I swore at him for making me laugh when my ribs hurt so damned bad.

"They have no idea how this has impeded the war effort," he went on. "Shit, I'm not going to be able to hit a damn thing till you're recuperated."

"If it comes to that, go find Steve," I said. "We can't lose the war on account of me."

"And we can't win it on account of me," he said. "But I'm not going looking for Steve."

"I can handle it. I know how you are." I tried to sound light-hearted but somehow, I was afraid Steve had become a sticking point between us, otherwise he wouldn't have come up.

"I'll survive," he said. "Just don't spend too much time in that bed, or I am going to be crawling in there with you."

Jason sat and talked for a while; longer than I expected because I knew how he felt about hospitals. I could tell after a while that he was forcing it. He didn't want to be there. I punched his shoulder and told him to go to Toby's and have a beer. I was really telling him to go find Steve without saying the words but I didn’t know whether he caught that.

"Naw, I'm fine," he said.

We talked some more, and I was happy that he seemed to be as comfortable and okay with our conversation as he was when we were having sex.

"Hey, this isn't going to get you sent on R&R, is it?" he asked.

"Would that be so bad?”

"It wouldn't be good for the war effort, me going to Toby's and not finding you there."

"It's good to know that I'm so essential to the war effort," I said.

"You know that's not all that's between us," he said in a funny tone that I'd never heard before. He went on in a low, quiet voice. "It scared me when they told me you were in the hospital. I know I'm going to meet a girl and fall in love and get married someday but... well, I'm never going to forget us."

"I'll always be there, any time you need me or want me, any place, for anything," I told him. I was surprised at the turn the conversation was taking.

"That's a pretty broad statement."

"I meant it to be. Do me a favor," I said.

"What's that?" he asked.

"When you do meet the lucky girl and decide to get married, let me know, would you? I want to know when to stop hoping and dreaming."

"Let you know, hell, you're going to be there, as my best man,” he said.

"I don't know if I could do that."

"You'll be there, then, as a groomsman. I definitely want you at the bachelor party."

"I guess I could handle that," I said.

"The way I've pictured it in my mind, you could spend my last night of freedom with me for our own private bachelor party."

"Talking like that, it doesn't sound like you're going to be ready to get married for a long time," I said.

"I’ll be ready when the time comes, when the right girl comes along. But I want to hang onto this as long as I can."

"You've got me for as long as you want," I said. "Married or not," I added.

"You would help me cheat on my wife, is that what you're saying?"

"Absolutely. Although I wouldn't consider it cheating, with another guy,” I said.

"Point well taken. But I'll have to give that some real hard thought. What about you, you'll meet somebody and get married and have kids."

"None of the above," I said. "If I do meet somebody, you and I both know it won't be a woman. And I can't imagine any relationship so strong that it would exclude you if you ever needed me. Nothing's ever going to replace this for me." I paused for a moment then went on. I didn't particularly like talking about this, it was like a wedge was being driven between us. But it had opened the door for things to be said that needed to be said. "Surviving that blast got me to thinking, and I'm going to say this, Jason… I know you don't like to get sappy, but it has to be said this one time, then I'll never speak of it again. I love you, man." I barely got the words squeezed out and I reached out and touched his hand, just briefly... a quick touch… nothing more… I didn't hold it or anything.

"Fuck, man….." He looked away as if he was trying to escape my words, or maybe he was looking to see if there was anybody around to hear us. We were completely alone. "That's more than just sappy. That's… fuck, that's deep."

"You can't be surprised. You must have known," I said.

"Maybe... maybe I knew something, but it jolts me to hear you say it," he said.

I hoped he would say something in return but he didn't and I understood that he couldn't. He didn't have it in him; he just wasn't built that way. Just then the other guy, my roommate, came hobbling in on crutches and we had to turn the conversation to sports and women and bitching about the military.

It would be the only time Jason came to the hospital. I didn’t know if he went back to Toby's that night for a beer, or the other six nights that I was in the hospital, but it didn't matter. I didn’t know if he looked for Steve, and that didn’t matter either.

I got out and was put back on duty, which was fine with me. Deep down, despite the bitching, I wanted to do my part in the war. And I was good at it, getting information out of the prisoners that men like Jason brought in. I think that's why I sort of got preferential treatment, because I was good. I could get a pass about anytime I wanted it. It got so lax that there were overnight passes made out in my name and signed, ready for me to pick up. I knew there would be prisoners waiting for me when I got back; and the colonel knew I would be primed to go to work on them.

As soon as I was able, I was back at Toby's, keeping my vigil. The cuts and bruises were healed to the point where they made me look rugged and tough. The wrist was still a bit tender but the arm and shoulder were okay, in a sling. I had a scar on my leg but I was walking fine and my head was none the worse for wear except for the exterior damage. The ribs were the slowest to heal; I knew I would have to be damned careful in bed with Jason. After two beers I headed for the rest room. There was Steve hunkered down, his back against the wall and a young soldier hunkered over him feeding him his cock. I went ballistic.

"Are you nuts!" I said as I grabbed the soldier's shoulder and pulled him away. His cock jerked out of Steve's mouth with a loud noise and swung around and the soldier grabbed it as if it hurt swinging like that. "You stupid fuck! The wrong guy walks in and sees that, we'll have the MPs or Shore Patrol crawling all over the place and there goes Toby's Bar."

I pulled Steve to his feet. He'd had too much to drink. I shoved him at the soldier who was trying to get his pants buttoned up over the lump of his manhood.

"Get you and your soldier boy a room," I growled.

I didn't tell Toby about the incident. There was no need for him to worry since I'd taken care of it. I had another beer and talked to Toby, and had another beer. And another. I was reaching my limit. I had a nice buzz on but another beer would make me unsteady on my feet, and my mouth had a tendency to get unsteady, too, when I had too much to drink.

"Doesn't look like he's going to show," Toby said.

"You would tell me if he was already in earlier, wouldn't you?" I said with a wary grin.

"Yes, unless he asked me not to."

"Did he? Was he?"

"No."

I downed my beer. "Okay, I'm heading back," I said. I walked back to the compound and headed for the barracks. No sense wasting good sack time. I barely got to sleep when someone woke me.

"Hey, there's somebody at the gate to see you. Says it's important."

My heart sank. God, he was hurt. Or worse! I pulled on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt and socks and rushed out of the barracks, across the grass to the guard shack. I saw him standing there in full combat gear, just the way I'd wanted to see him. I was relieved that he was alive but still in a panic that something was seriously wrong. My first thought that he was leaving Vietnam.

"I need to talk to you," he said.

The guard stepped out of the shack to give us privacy.

"Talk," I said.

"I couldn't make it to Toby's tonight. I'm being relocated temporarily."

"Relocated where?" I asked, feeling panic.

"Qui Nhon. There are a couple of VC snipers up there causing a lot of mischief," he said.

"They called you to go all the way to Qui Nhon? Okay, I guess they wanted the best." He was like a bionic man. Like steel. There was no hint of a thought that he might be the one taken out. "How long?" I asked, trying to control the quiver in my voice.

"I don't know. Till the job is done. It could take days, even weeks, just to set it up. They're good. Our guys haven't been able to take them out. We leave at 0700 hours. Can you get out tonight?"

"Yes. Just give me a minute to… oh, shit, I tore up my pass when I came back!" And I knew there were no more signed passes waiting. I stuck my head out of the shack. "What time do you go off duty?" I asked the guard.

"0700 hours," he replied.

"Look, you know I had a pass, right? You saw me tear it up. Will you let me out and back in without one? My brother's being relocated and we'd like to spend some time together before he leaves in the morning."

"Sure, but that's not going to clear you if you get stopped by the MPs or Shore Patrol," the guard said.

"We'll dodge them," Jason said.

"If you don't, tell them to call the guard shack. I'll try to cover for you. I doubt they're going to stop and hassle a SEAL in full combat gear except to kiss his boots."

I ran back to finish getting dressed. Luckily I'd already showered and prepared myself for the inevitable fuck that I was hoping for. When I got back to the gate Jason and the guard were talking and laughing like old friends.

"Hey, we owe you big time," Jason told the guard as he left.

"Forget it."

We took off down the street

"Do you want to get a room?" I asked.

"Yes. Do you think we can?"

We went up and down side streets and ducked in and out of alleys to get to the Trent Hotel without being seen. The desk clerk eyed Jason with suspicion, and with good cause, him being in full battle dress.

"What's going on?" he asked, indicating Jason in full combat uniform. He sounded worried, probably that something big was about to happen right there in the city.

"I just got back in and I had them drop me off in town," Jason said. “My brother and I want to spend some time together before I go back out in the morning.”

I didn’t think the guy was buying it but he didn’t question it. We went upstairs. Inside Jason closed the door and bolted it and took off his helmet.

"Well you wanted to see me in this getup, I thought this would be a good opportunity," he said.

"Yes. Damn, you look awesome. So damned studly. If I saw you stalking me I think I would just lay down my weapon and surrender."

"No you wouldn't. Besides, the point is for you not to see me, and you wouldn’t. If I was stalking you I would be in full camo."

“I didn’t bring a camera,” I said.

“That’s okay, I’ll dress up again sometime for a photo shoot,” he said. He started taking his gear and uniform off, laying everything neatly on the chair and floor, as if he were taking off an expensive suit. To him, his gear was more valuable than that.

"I don't know how you maneuver with all of that equipment," I said.

"It's part of you. It's an extension of your body, everything serving a purpose,” he said. “Trust me, I don’t carry anything I don’t need.”

I was naked before he was because he had a lot more to take off. Or maybe I was acting too eager, but I didn't care. I cared less when I saw the way he was looking at me as he stripped his uniform off, with that hungry look in his eyes.

"God, you never looked so good," he said.

I didn't like the way he said it. It excited me but it sounded oddly like he expected it to be the last time he would see me like this, and he wanted to carry the image with him. It left a pain in the pit of my stomach. I walked over and sat on the edge of the bed and watched him. Every move he made was a thing of beauty. He was slowly transformed from a deadly fighting man to a naked stud of a man; two hundred pounds of solid, ripped muscle; a god. When he was down to his shorts I took over. I slid off the bed to my knees to take them off of him. I looked up at him as I hooked my fingers into the waistband of his shorts—a worshipful look—and saw his tight smile, almost a mischievous smile. I tugged his shorts down and saw why he was smiling. Under his shorts, his manhood bulged inside a well worn, tattered jockstrap that was stretched something awful under the weight of him.

“I told you I was going to bring you one,” he said, breaking out in a smile.

“It’s…..” I started to say beautiful, but it wouldn’t have been appropriate. “….nicely worn,” I finished.

“Yeah, I’ve had it since back in high school. Never been washed,” he said.

I knelt there admiring the sacred garment that was privileged to hold such a precious cargo. It was rife with tatters and tears and little pick holes. It had a dingy look and a musky aroma that intoxicated me. I pressed my face against the pouch and felt Jason’s hand gently on my head. I kissed and mouthed the worn material till it was damp then tugged it aside to release his growing manhood.

"I know you don't like me down on my knees but I have to have some of this first, and I want to be here,” I said as I sucked his cock in my mouth.

He didn't object but he didn't leave me on my knees very long. I was kissing his hard, muscular thighs, practically worshipping him, when he cupped his hands in my armpits and lifted me up to sit on the edge of the bed. It was a thing with him; he said being on your knees was an execution position. I wondered why he would think that, but I didn't ask. I didn't want to know. I thought of it as a worshipful position. He took off his jockstrap and tossed it on the pillow then stood between my knees at the edge of the bed and pumped his cock in and out of my mouth. After a moment he put his hand around my head and set one foot up on the mattress and laid me back across the bed so he could straddle my chest. He cradled my head in his hands and gently fucked my face.

I ran my hands over his muscles. I never tired of feeling his rugged strength. He set his balls on my mouth then rose farther up over me, practically sitting on my face with his butt spread open, and sat down on my face. I was surprised when I felt his hand on me….he never touched me like that….my stomach, then my thigh, moving between my legs. He was careful not to touch my manhood but he touched my balls. I could tell he was heading for my ass. I flung my legs out and pulled my hips up off the mattress to offer myself to him. He massaged my hole and probed then shoved his finger inside me. I moaned around his cock as his hard, big fingers, long and thick, bore into me like a small cock. Nearly as big as some cocks I'd seen. I groaned louder and squealed when he found my prostate. I was amazed how the damn thing worked; it just lay there inside of me with all the rest of my internal organs with no feeling whatsoever till something touched it then it showed no mercy. Neither did Jason. He rubbed the nut/gland and tapped it gently with his fingertips. He knew what that did to me. I went nuts, groaning and whimpering around his cock and twisting my butt around.

"I think you need something bigger than my finger in there," he said with a grin.

He pulled his cock out of my mouth and moved down between my legs. He lifted my legs onto his shoulders then picked up the jockstrap and stuffed it in my mouth. I didn’t need it but I let him because I knew he liked seeing it. I liked it too, the texture of the soft material, and the gentle smell and taste of his musk. He unceremoniously popped my hole with his cock but went no farther. I squeezed my sphincter tightly around the rim and grimaced from the pain.

"Godd, that feels good, you're so tight, your ass muscles are so powerful." After a few seconds he asked, "Do you want some more?"

"Yes,” I said, taking the jock out of my mouth.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, please, yes sir...fuck, man, just give it to me."

Laughing, he eased all ten inches of hot, thick cock inside me. My eyes rolled back in my head as he skewered me on his huge meat and I groaned as he started fucking me.

"When you're ready to come, I want it in my mouth," I said.

"Sure. Man, you really like the stuff, don't you?"

"I want to take the taste of you back with me," I said. I knew that probably sounded screwy to him, and maybe even disgusted him, but he didn’t let on.

He took the jockstrap, put it around my neck and stuffed the pouch back in my mouth, then began fucking me slowly, gently, almost like he was making love to me, although I knew he wasn't. I knew how he liked to get right into it… he was very physical. He liked to fuck, yet he was being so gentle and I had to wonder about that, too.

"You don't have to make love to me," I said, pulling the jock aside.

"I'm not, but I want it to be as much for you as it is for me," he said.

"Fuck me then," I said. "Fuck me like you always do; like you know you want to."

He fucked me. He really fucked me, like a machine. I had to chew on the jockstrap to muffle my outcries. Surprisingly, he fucked me for nearly an hour... the first time. Usually he fucked hard and fast and got off right away the first time then the second or third time he would last longer. But he seemed intent on building up a real head of steam for the first round. Suddenly he pulled his cock out.

“You said you wanted it," he said hoarsely as he crawled up over me on his knees, fisting his cock.

I opened my mouth and he held my head just right to make a target. Suddenly he was shooting out great long, thick ropes of cum. Some hit my face but most of it found the target and my mouth quickly filled up. He really had a load. It was running out of the corners of my mouth by the time he was done. He leaned up over me to squeeze his cock and milked out the rest of it into my mouth. I wallowed it around for a moment, savoring the texture and the taste of him.

"Was that enough for a taste to take back with you?" he asked.

I mumbled with my mouth full, unable to speak. He put his thumb on my chin to push my jaw down and open my mouth.

"That is hotter than hell, seeing my cum in your mouth."

I wallowed my tongue in the pool of warm come while he watched.

"I wanta see you swallow it now," he said.

I opened my throat and let the stuff slide down.

"Aww, fuck, that is so hot! Knowing you're taking my live seed with you. I wonder how long my sperm live in your stomach."

“Probably not very long; stomach acid is like battery acid.”

We rested and talked for a while but I knew he would want it again, and I would be ready, willing and able to give it to him on command. I would've loved to stretch him out and suck his cock and make love to him and worship his body but I was happy with anything he wanted to do. I did suck him, as I often did, to another hardon. It was a time, when he was getting hard, when I was able to gulp and pull his cock into my throat for a minute or so before he got completely hard.

"You need to rest, let me do the work this time," I chided him as I moved astraddle him. I rose up, aimed his cock and sat down on it.

"Ohh, Goddd!" he groaned.

I twisted my butt around and slid it back and forth on his loins, making his cock lob around inside me.

"Ohh, Fuck, I love it when you do that."

I rode him like that for a half hour, most of that time fighting down my own climax. It was always there, on the verge, ready to happen, with his cock pounding my prostate. I was getting good at holding off.

"I wanta come," I told him, finally.

"Hey, it's your show," he said

I rode him hard as I worked myself up. It didn't take long. It was only a matter of letting go, not holding it back. At the crucial moment I sat down hard and rode back and forth on his cock inside me instead of up and down. When I shot off I hit his face with a volley of cum and he quickly held both hands down in front of my cock to shield himself from the salvos that followed. I shot all over his hands and he was a mess. I had to suck in fresh air to keep the stars away.

"Fuck, man, you sure needed that, didn't you?" he said, lying there helpless and covered with my come. He didn't know what to do. He had my cum all over his face and he couldn't wipe it off because his hands were full of cum. He started to reach for the sheet but I stopped him.

"I'll take care of it," I said. I took his hands and flattened them on his stomach, dumping the cum out and smearing it all over him. Then I leaned up and began kissing the stuff off his face and lapping it off his forehead and I sucked it off of his chest. All the while I was rubbing the stuff over his hard abs.

"Fuck this is hot, like a cum bath and massage,” he said.

Yeah, he was coming around, I thought, with a smile. I cleaned him up with my tongue. He squirmed under me as I licked the stuff out of the deep ridges of his abs. After that he got up to shower.

We didn't waste much time recuperating. We didn't have the time and I wanted to give him all he needed to sustain him until he came back; and myself, too.

He was fucking me yet again when he said, "I'm getting close, where do you want it?"

I told him to go ahead and shoot in my ass. He always left me a little dazed and disoriented when he fucked me. It was so intense and usually non-stop. It took me a minute for my brains to settle after he blew his load inside me. He paused enough to pull out and lie beside me but his cock didn't go down all the way and when it did, it rose right back up almost on command.

"Shit, is that thing on a switch?" I asked.

“You think we can go again?” he asked, rather sheepishly.

“Can you name a time when I wasn’t ready?" I said.

On my stomach, he mounted me again. He pulled me up to my knees and pulled my butt back hard onto his cock. I picked up on it and met his thrusts with my ass. He hunkered up over me on his haunches, astraddle my butt, and fucked me unmercifully. The position, the tilt of my butt, seemed to let him go even deeper. He fucked me so hard that the head of the bed banged against the wall. Finally, he stopped, pulled out, stepped off the bed and pulled the bed several feet away from the wall. Then he climbed back on and resumed fucking me. My own pleasure was so intense and without letup. It was like one continuous, unending climax. My body did, in fact, respond periodically with a load of cum… I don't know where it all came from… but it was almost out of my control. It seemed all he had to do was pound my prostate and it exploded with another load.

He shot me full, as if it were his first load that he'd saved up for me. Relieved, his legs started to tremble. I leaned forward and collapsed on the bed and he collapsed on top of me. I was lying in the warmth of my own come.

"Damn, you know how to fuck," I said, a little out of breath.

We rested for a short while and I felt his cock growing hard inside me yet again!

"Feels like you flipped the switch again," I said.

"Is it okay if I stay in there?" he asked. "I don't have to fuck you or anything; we'll roll over on our sides so I'm not crushing you."

We lay spooned together, his cock throbbing in me. It was one of my favorite positions, and I think his. I fully expected him to fuck me again but it was enough for the moment.

It would be hard to say whether he fucked me three, four, five times or if it was just one long, continuous fuck, for his cock never completely went down. When he'd had enough of my ass I scooted down on the bed, pulling my pillow down with me so I was facing his manhood. I didn’t suck him as much as I kissed him and simply held his cock in my mouth. I just wanted him somewhere inside me.

I drifted off and dreamed about us, and I was angry when I woke up but it was nice that I still had his cock in my mouth. I came awake, suckling on it like a baby. I looked up and Jason was lying there watching me. He smiled and that turned into a laugh.

"You've been laying there sucking on my cock in your sleep like a baby taking a tit," he said.

"Your milk's got more protein in it than mother's milk, though," I said.

He looked at his watch.

"Is it time for you to go?" I asked.

"Getting close."

I went to work on his cock full force. Before it was completely hard I moved to his balls then nuzzled down under them and went for his ass.

"Ohhh, fuck,man... we can't do this," he said as he pulled me up beside him. "You know what's gonna happen if I get started again."

I was deeply disappointed. We lay together. It was like he didn't want to let go of me. I looked at his watch again.

"I guess we ought to shower so you can get back," I said. I was hoping he would say no, but he got up. He put his hand down to pull me off the bed.

“Come on, shower with me,” he said.

I was struck dumb. How many times had I lay on the bed, listening to him in the shower and longing to be in there with him. My happiness was dampened, though, by the uneasy feeling that he had asked me this time. There was just so much about this time together that was different and I could feel the bad vibes washing over me.

It was fun showering together. I was surprised again when he handed me the soap.

“You wore me out, you wanta do this for me?” he asked.

I washed his body without it turning sexual; it was more erotic for me. When he was drying off I took the towel to do it for him.

"I want to tell you goodbye," I said.

“Yeah….?” he said with a confused look.

“Like this,” I said as I leaned in and kissed each of his pecs. I kissed his abs then down to his thighs. “I want to remember every inch of you,” I said hoarsely as I buried my face in his crotch to breath in the clean male aroma of him. I turned him around and kissed each side of his butt. It was he who pulled the taut muscles apart so I could kiss his asshole. He bent over so his butt muscles would spread apart more. I lapped my tongue all around and started to probe through his hole but he straightened. I stood up and he turned to face me. Before I knew what was happening he put his arms around me, one across my shoulders, the other around my waist with his hand on my butt.

"I want to tell you good-bye... like this," he said as he pressed his lips to mine.

I was stunned again, and shaking with excitement. I closed my eyes and allowed him to pry my lips apart with his tongue. It was such a hard, yet tender, passionate kiss, laced with desperation and a dozen other emotions that neither of us could sort out or even cared about at the time. I felt the surging tingle all through me but oddly neither of us got hard.

"Looks like I wore it out," he said as we parted and he looked at his rubbery cock.

"It wasn't that kind of kiss," I said.

"No. No, I guess it wasn't," he said huskily.

Still nervous with excitement, I sat and watched him get dressed. When he had his shorts held up to step into I tossed him his jockstrap. He snatched it out of the air and tossed it back to me.

“You can keep it,” he said.
I held it for a moment then stood and walked over to him. “I want you to wear it if it’s not too uncomfortable,” I said. “I want you to have it on out there; it’ll bring you back safe.”

I think he thought I was nuts but he took it and put it on.

“I wonder what brought me back all those other times when I didn’t wear my jock?” he said as he pulled it up and stuffed his manhood inside.

It was a meticulous process, putting on each piece of gear and equipment. It was agonizing, too, watching his hard, rippling muscles be covered, and knowing where he was going.

“Aren’t you going to get dressed?” he asked.

“No, I… I think I’ll stay for a while,” I said in a husky tone.

“No, I don’t want to leave you here by yourself,” he said. “We should be here only if we’re together.”

I was deeply touched by his sentiments. “All right,” I said, and started getting dressed. "You get your ass back here in one piece when you're done," I said.

"I will. Don't worry, nothing's going to happen. They called for the best and that's what they got," he said. “Besides, I’ve got my lucky jockstrap on.”

"Your self confidence is as sexy as you are. Just hearing you talk like that gives me a hardon."

"Well, you're going to have to take care of it yourself. I've got a job to get done," he said. By his tone he had turned into that steely-hard, professional that made him the man he was, and I felt the vibes again.

We walked back to my barracks and stood at the gate. He looked at his watch again. "I'm running late,” he said to the guard. “Can you get me a ride to my unit?"

We stood and talked small talk till a Jeep pulled up.

“I didn’t want to leave you back there,” he said quietly, looking down at his boots. “If one of us is there, the other one should be there.”

“Yeah… Okay, I understand,” I said.

He shifted his weight from one leg to the other, kicking the toes of his boots in the dirt, like a young stallion anxious to bolt out of the gate. I think he was more than ready to go. A Jeep pulled up and swung around facing the direction it had come.

“Somebody called a taxi?” the young driver said.

Jason clasped his hand on my shoulder, our eyes met for a split second, and he climbed into the Jeep.

“Where to?” the driver asked.

“Wherever the fuck I tell you,” Jason said.

“Yes, sir!”

I stood and watched him drive away, an ache in my heart and a sinking feeling in my stomach.

"Where's he headed?" the guard asked me.

"He didn't tell me."

"Special Ops, isn't he?"

"Navy SEAL. He's a sniper."

"Navy SEAL and a sniper? He's gotta have a pair of the biggest balls in country," the guard said.

"He has," I said, but the guard didn't get my meaning.

To be continued...

Posted: 02/20/15