Semper Fidelis (7 page)

After stepping into the room, he turned to see Phil naked spread out on one of the beds. He had wrapped his hand around his cock, and was pumping it up and down.

“How the fuck did you manage to get undressed, and on the bed so fast?” Dean leaned back against the door, studying Phil. His cock pressed so hard against the front of his jeans, he thought he’d have a permanent imprint of his zipper on it.

“I’m quick.” Phil leered at him while continuing to jack off.

“You need to stop touching yourself,” Dean ordered, not taking his eyes off Phil’s hand, even while he started to unbutton his shirt.

“And if I don’t, what will you do?” Phil taunted, speeding his motion up and moaning.

“I won’t fuck you.” Dean raised his eyebrow when Phil stopped. “I have two good hands to help me jerk off as well. So if you don’t do as you’re told, you won’t be getting any tonight.”

Phil studied him, and Dean could see the debate going on in his lover’s blue eyes. Dean went on stripping while Phil decided whether he wanted to get fucked that night or if he wanted to get off quickly. Dean didn’t always know what Phil would do sometimes, and that uncertainty was part of what he liked about his relationship with Phil.

Oh, the man never did things that would get them in trouble with the law or anything like that. He mostly pushed Dean’s boundaries in the bedroom, making Dean try things he never had before.

Dean let his shirt fall to the floor before kicking off his cowboy boots. He got his jeans open to shove them down his legs, then stepped out of them. He hadn’t put on any underwear when he’d dressed that morning, knowing he’d be in bed with Phil within minutes of meeting him.

“Oh!” Phil’s gaze zeroed in on Dean’s erection, and he licked his lips.

It was time to do a little teasing of his own. After spitting on his palm, he wrapped his hand around his shaft, then pumped. As he leaned back against the door, he closed his eyes half-way and met Phil’s intense gaze with one of his own.

Now it was just a matter of who broke first. If Dean came, it could be an hour or so before he was ready to go again. And if Phil came, Dean wouldn’t fuck him. He’d been looking forward to burying his cock into Phil’s tight ass since he’d found out they could meet up.

Dean snorted silently at himself. Of course, he’d end up taking Phil, but not the first time tonight and he really wanted to be with his boyfriend in the most intimate way possible. He hoped Phil wouldn’t be stubborn or mischievous about this. It had been too long since they’d been together.

He swept his thumb up over the head of his cock before pressing it into his slit. A low groan burst from his chest, and Phil was off the bed to fall to his knees in front of him. Dean smirked at the desperate, greedy look on Phil’s face.

“Do you see something you like?”

Phil grunted as he knocked Dean’s hand away. Chuckling, Dean ran his hands through Phil’s blond curls while Phil licked along the underside of Dean’s length. Taking a hold of Phil’s head, Dean slid his cock between his lips, and his lover didn’t protest. It was a good thing Phil liked giving head, since Dean enjoyed being blown.

Slowly fucking Phil’s mouth, Dean kept his gaze pinned on Phil who stared up at him. The emotion in his eyes was what caused Dean to inhale sharply, though the feel of Phil’s mouth wrapped around his erection made his heart skip a beat.

There was love shining in Phil’s eyes, and Dean nodded, hoping Phil could see his own emotion in his because he did love the crazy crab fisherman more than anyone else in his life. He trailed one set of his fingers over Phil’s face like he was learning his features all over again.

Teasing Dean didn’t seem to be on Phil’s mind anymore. He gripped Dean’s hips, then tapped his side. Dean understood the signal, and started to move, fucking Phil’s mouth with smooth strokes. He wanted to remind Phil what it would feel like when he took the man’s ass.

The heat and wet suction surrounding him drove him closer and closer to the edge, but Dean wasn’t about to spill in Phil’s mouth. He wanted to be in Phil’s ass when he came. After he stopped moving, he pressed his thumb against Phil’s jaw.

Opening, Phil allowed Dean to slip from his mouth. “Is it time?”

“Oh yes. Get your cute ass up on there while I grab the lube.” Dean gestured toward the bed before he went to the duffle bag he’d set in the corner of the room.

He chuckled when he saw how fast Phil moved. There might have been skid marks on his knees from how quickly he went from the door to the bed. Dean unzipped the bag, then dug around until he found his kit. Joining Phil on top of the blankets, he smiled at him.

“I’ve missed you,” he admitted. “Talking on the phone and over Skype isn’t the same at all.”

“Hell no it isn’t. On the computer or over the phone, I don’t have the chance to get your cock in my ass.” Phil leered at him.

Dean smacked Phil’s thigh. “You know what I mean.”

He watched as Phil lost his smile, then reached out to cup Dean’s face.

“I know, Dean. I missed you too. Jesus, the minute you walk away from me to go back to Kodiak, I’m counting the days until I can see you again.” Phil shrugged. “A grown man shouldn’t be like this. I should be able to keep my mind on my work, but the only way I can is pretend I don’t know you. Yet when I get home, you’re the only person I can think about.”

Closing his eyes, he nuzzled into Phil’s hand. He understood exactly what Phil was talking about, because it was how he had lived every day since meeting Phil. Dean pressed a kiss to Phil’s palm, then opened his eyes to meet Phil’s gaze.

“We’ll figure something out when we’re ready, Phil. At some point, we’ll get so fed up with being apart, the sacrifice we each will have to make won’t matter, if it means we can be together forever.”

Dean believed that with all his heart. Neither one of them was willing to give up their careers and lives as they knew it yet, but he did think that in the future, he’d be willing to retire and keep house for Phil. At his age, Dean accepted that he didn’t have many more years of doing what he loved. Being a rescue diver was a young man’s job.

Phil had a long time left working on his family’s boat. His father would give him the captain’s chair in a few years, then Phil would continue the tradition of bringing King and Opilio crab up from the bottom of the sea.

He settled between Phil’s legs, holding the bottle of lube he’d found in his bag. They’d stopped using condoms a year ago on Phil’s suggestion. They’d been exclusive for over twelve months already by then, pretty much since they’d met at the club.

“Do you want me to get you ready?” He waved the slick at Phil.

Phil shook his head. “No, I stretched myself before I went down to the bar. Just coat that cock of yours, then get started.”

He almost swallowed his tongue at the thought of Phil lying on the bed, playing with his hole while waiting to go find Dean. After popping the bottle open, he squirted some in his palm to coat his shaft. When he finished that, he took some of the extra lube, then ran his fingers down from the base of Phil’s cock, over his taint to his opening. He rubbed the pad of his thumb over the rose-shaped hole, and Phil moaned.

Dean couldn’t take it anymore. He positioned the head of his cock at Phil’s entrance before he slowly started pushing in. Obviously his lover was as eager for it as he was because Phil rocked back to impale himself on Dean’s shaft. They both sighed when Dean bottomed out.

“Christ! I’ve missed this,” Phil whimpered while arching his back.

“I jerk off every night thinking about you just like this. There’s nothing I love more than fucking your tight ass.” Dean surged in and out, pounding Phil’s ass like he wanted.

Chapter Two

“God yes! I about wore my dick out from jerking off after we’d hang up for the night,” Phil admitted, but he wasn’t interested in discussing that. Not when he had Dean’s cock in his ass after being apart for two months. “Please.”

Dean must have known what Phil was begging for, because he started to move faster and slamming harder into Phil. Dean’s firm grip on his hips was going to leave bruises, but Phil didn’t care. Even though they’d be fading by the time he returned to Dutch Harbor, he’d still be able to see them. They would be another reminder of the man he loved.

Soon sounds of sex and lust filled the room, and Phil discovered how intertwined with those emotions was one that ran deeper, hidden from view. Hidden until the only real thing Phil could feel was how much he loved Dean, and how much he needed him to always be there.

As his climax rocketed through him, Phil cried out, overwhelmed with feelings he’d thought he understood. Only now he realized that he hadn’t understood them at all. His cum coated his stomach, and Dean’s flooded Phil’s passage. Phil wrapped his arms around Dean’s shoulders as his lover shuddered through his own orgasm.

Dean collapsed into his embrace, and Phil accepted his weight, willing to hold on to Dean for the rest of their lives. He’d keep his arms around Dean until the last beat of his heartbeat was a mere echo in the vastness of time.

Phil waited until his breathing slowed before he eased Dean over to his side. He grimaced slightly when Dean’s softened cock slid out of him. After climbing out of bed, he went to the bathroom to clean up, then brought back a washcloth to wipe Dean off.

“Thank you, love,” Dean murmured as Phil finished up.

“You’re welcome,” Phil replied, turning to toss the cloth in the vague direction of the other room. He crawled back under the cover, smiling when Dean drew him close. Dean’s chest was wide and muscled from all the hours of swimming and lifting he did to stay at the top of his profession.

“Got the boat ready to go?” Dean’s voice was low, and Phil knew he was starting to drift off. Dean tended to fall asleep shortly after coming, but Phil never felt slighted by the fact.

He’d always been a little proud to think that he’d worn out a man so physically enduring as Dean to the point that he needed to nap afterward. Phil hummed while smoothing his hand up and down Dean’s back.

“Yeah. I heard about the call you guys got last week. I’m sorry it didn’t work out.”

Dean shifted, moving a little closer to Phil. “There was nothing we could do. He’d been in the water for too long. I hate jumping into the water only to lift a body out of it.”

Phil hugged Dean tightly. “I know, love, and you haven’t slept a wink since then, have you?”

“I keep seeing his face. I hate that part of the job, yet I wouldn’t do anything else for all the money in the world.”

“I know.”

He felt the same way about crab fishing. Being out on the deck of a crab boat was one of the most dangerous jobs in the world, but he loved it. The freezing temperatures, the lurking danger just waiting for a chance to bite him in the ass thrilled him almost as much as getting fucked by Dean did. Yet before he’d met Dean, Phil would’ve said that his job was the most exciting thing in his life.

“Why don’t you rest for a little while?”

Dean didn’t reply, but Phil felt the way his breathing had slowed and deepened, clueing Phil in on the fact that Dean had fallen asleep. Phil wasn’t worried though. When Dean woke up in the middle of the night, reaching to take him again, Phil would spread his legs for him, and enjoy every minute of lost sleep.

They had all weekend to fuck and talk. Phil hadn’t wanted to bring up the unsuccessful rescue attempt, but he also didn’t want Dean to think Phil didn’t care or pay attention to what was going on in Dean’s life. They didn’t get to see each other every day like most couples, and Dean rarely talked about his missions—good or bad.

Phil had figured out that it was just Dean’s way. The man never bragged about his job, and how he went into harm’s way every mission to save another human’s life. Dean ‘Jake’ Jacobson didn’t see himself as a hero. He was simply a man doing something he was good at, nothing more and nothing less.

Most members of the Coast Guard didn’t think of themselves as heroes, but there wasn’t a crabber in Alaska who wouldn’t buy one of them a drink if they ran into a Coastie at a bar. Phil had run into his share of arrogant rescue swimmers who thought they could conquer the Bering Sea. All of them had come to learn the harsh truth about that area of water.

As Phil listened to Dean breathe, he thought about the only female he would ever love. To most, she was simply a body of water, separating North America from Russia. But to those who lived along her shores and made their living upon her water, she was a glorious female with all the nurturing aspects of a mother and the capriciousness of a tease.

The Bering Sea was a raging bitch, and no man could predict what she was going to do day-to-day, much less minute-by-minute. Phil had grown up on a crab boat, and had spent most of his life out on the sea. He’d seen the sun rise over water as smooth as a piece of blue glass, and that same sun would set on a hurricane with winds pushing the ice against hulls as if to crumble the steel like paper.

Boats were overturned during storms like that, and the Coast Guard were the only people around to fly into the howling winds to find the men left floating in the freezing water. Sometimes when Dean jumped into that soul-chilling liquid, he got there in time and they would hoist the survivor up to the helicopter in a harness.

Other times, they were too late to save anyone. Sometimes, the men who went into the water from their boats never climbed out of it. Their bodies never returned to their families, and those were the ones that haunted Dean while he slept. Phil knew that only because of one night they’d spent together in Juneau.

They’d fallen asleep after some mind-blowing sex, then Phil had been awakened by Dean’s mumbling and thrashing around the bed. He’d reached out to shake Dean awake, but then he’d heard Dean whisper, “I couldn’t save him.”

A cod fishing boat had sunk off the coast a few days before they’d met up in Juneau, and Dean had gone on that mission. The word had gone through the fleets of crabbers and fishermen that three men had been lost. The Coast Guard had saved the other two, but the three men hadn’t had time to put on their immersion suits before hitting the water. And even during the summer, it was cold enough that going into it was a death sentence if not rescued soon enough.