insistingly | | open rp |

[ Frank has always been the most steadfast of them all and to see him like this... Caleb feels his heart clench in his chest and he looks around them again before taking hold of Frank's hand and trying to pull him around the corner of the bar, off to the side where fewer people would see them should anyone decide to come out. Quietly, ]

C'mon.

[ Once they are away from any immediate line of sight, Caleb gives Frank's hand a squeeze, ]

How long? How long have you... felt this way?

[Open, honest and damn does it not feel too great. Frank sets his jaw and for a split second is ready to just storm off. That would make the most sense. That would be the most in character.

That would just leave him with more of the same for who knows how the hell long.

Caleb's rough hand in Frank's is a revelation and he has very little time to process this because they're moving. Out of sight of the parking lot. Away from the lights of the bar and the streetlights. It's almost too dark to see his face, save for a lamp post in the alleyway.]

Since that time I hit my head and you stayed up with me in case I had a concussion.

[Their hands stay together. He hasn't dropped contact. Even though he's been drinking like a fish his mouth feels dry.]

[ It's at the mention of that time that Caleb's face becomes more open, his expression a mixture of fondness and something more... raw. He has to look away for a moment, squeezing Frank's hand again. ]

I was willing to take what I felt for you to the grave, you know.

[ Especially after that night. There was no way he could leave Frank to go through it alone even if he felt guilty for feeling the way he did the whole time. He shakes his head again, ]

I didn't think you would ever want me in the same way...

[Hazards are a plenty. Frank was sure he had more than a few screws knocked loose. And Caleb sat right by his bed, one point slouched so close that he could feel the other man's breath just talking to him. Gently nudging him awake if sleep was trying to take him.]

You--?

[It's his turn for amazement to dawn on him.]

...shit. I knew you were special to me, I didn't know how. Christ, I didn't know I was about torturing you.

[And himself. Frank shakes his head. The same way. He said the same way.]

[ Caleb moves in closer, moving both hands to cup Frank's face, ]

You couldn't know. I didn't want you to. I thought--I couldn't stand you hating me or pushing me away if you knew.

[ If he knew and didn't feel the same. That thought had been enough to get Caleb to stomp down any notion of such feelings and quick. ]

[They're locked in eye contact. Caleb's blue, blue, eyes to Frank's rich, dark brown.]

If nothing else after all this... you'll always be my brother.

[He reaches out to clutch his shoulders.]

[ He's silent for a long moment, swallowing hard before he allows himself to risk it. ]

And if I want more than that? With you?

More.

[He repeats the word in awe and disbelief and he steps closer, closing the distance even more.]

Please, Page.

[Not too sure of what he wants in this moment aside from a kiss.]

[ Caleb sees it in Frank's face and is just as in awe. He decides to take another chance and leans in completely, pressing his lips to the other man's and hopes he won't get punched for it. ]

[This is the kind of weird, hazy dream Frank had between sleeping and waking all those months ago. It was confusing. But it felt right. That was the part that he had a hard time grasping. What did it mean? What will it mean going forward? What if Caleb knew? Or the Sargent?

The whole sense of rightness out weighs all of it as their lips come together. He's more rough and more solid than a woman and as his eyes slip shut and they naturally fall deeper, the less worried Frank becomes.]

[ His hands go to the back of Frank's head and neck, making it deeper and tasting the beer Frank had consumed. His body feels hot all over and the needy feeling that's been rolling through him all night seems to ramp up immediately to eleven and he's pressing himself, and Frank, up against the brick wall. ]

[His breath catches and a rumble of appreciative sound comes on out. Frank remembers his hands can move, move they do. Down the strong, broad expanse of his back one way to his hip to pull him closer. The other against his short, short hair. The wall feels like nothing. He adjusts his weight to plant himself firmly.

No hesitation. No shyness. Harder, deeper. All the time building up, all those unanswered questions now finally getting a reply. Caleb is with him. Not some random bartender with a good smile.]

[ He breaks the kiss to catch a breath but then he's diving back in, his hands moving down to feel Frank's chest through his shirt. Up and down, feeling every bit of muscle finally. Desire is making his stomach tight, remembering all the times Frank wore shirts too small for him, seeing him in the shower, shirtless in his bed...

Now he was finally getting to touch him. It comes back like wave and Caleb makes a low, needy sound into the kiss before he's breaking it again. Panting against Frank's lips, ]

We can't stay here.

[How can something so profound, so damn world shaking and it can happen more than once? More air in his lungs and the world seems, bigger and brighter. His eyes have adjusted to the darkness and he finds himself grinning and lightly keeping them open to watch Caleb.

This is real.]

...we got one more night.

[His voice is a low rumble and he strokes over Caleb's chest too, bunching the fabric.]

Find a place and uh stay the night?

[Because right here, right now his sense of shame is gone and the way they're clinging to one another this can only go one way. While he thinks about it. He makes a point to kiss the other man's jaw. The smell of his aftershave, the one they all use always smells better on Caleb.]

[ If Caleb thought he had been bad off before he was biting back a whimper now, trying not to sound as desperate as he was feeling. His desire was only being amplified by the recent revelations and now all his attention is on the man in front of him. All he wants, all he needs.

He rolls his head back some to bare more of his neck, ]

As long as it means we can fuck each others brains out, I don't care.

[Now they're both thoroughly riled. Caleb is sure as hell not alone. Frank's shoulders lift and fall with the way that he breathes. All of those thoughts he's been pushing down are right front and center.]

That's exactly what I mean.

[Except they gotta part and keep at a respectable distance. In a second. That's what he tells himself pulling Caleb closer and tilting hip to hip.]

[ In a second. It's agreed upon when Caleb turns his head to capture Frank's lips in another passionate, sloppy kiss. He's rolling his hips against the other man and nearly pushes himself away when he feels himself getting hard enough that the front of his pants is getting tight. ]

Okay, okay. Gotta stop.

[ He sounds out of breath because he is. He puts some space between him and Frank because he has to. Otherwise, they are going to be rutting like two dogs in heat in an alleyway. ]

Hotel. But we gotta make a stop, first.

[Mouth to mouth again. It's getting easier to be aware of other things. Frank rolls back and finds it a lot more enjoyable than expected. Shit, his skin is getting so warm. And the blood is flowing right down to his loins.]

Sure. Right.

[He's already panting like a dog.]

There's a liquor store down that way I think.

[Which is on the same block as a motel.]

You want to meet me at the room?

[That would mean they'd have to part. For just a bit. Just a little bit. His hands are itching to go up and under Caleb's clothes. This feels secret, thrilling, forbidden and yet the most right thing Frank has ever done since enlisting.]

[ He rubs a hand down his face, trying to clear his head from the haze he feels caught in. He's so hot all over, his muscles tight and wanting some relief. He nods at the idea, ]

It's the only way.

[ They don't want to risk getting caught getting handsy with each other in public. ]

Act like you gotta sleep off the booze or something. Easy enough.

[Frank keeps looking him over. A little like seeing him for the first time. Except this is the same man he's come to know, come to admire. And all the little stolen glances and moments are finally coming to be something real and tangible.]

Right.

[Because they're under orders and bonds to behave. But they're only human.]

It's a plan. I'm just go now. I'll text them. Might be more convincing.

[Excitement adds to the adrenaline rush. He's too wrapped up to even consider that maybe, just maybe, Caleb would give him the slip.]

...see you in thirty minutes tops?

[ Caleb nods, finding himself grinning from the rush of it all, too. ]

Yeah. Text me the room number.

[ He wouldn't miss this for the world. He just needs to make sure they are prepared. He steps forward again to give a parting kiss but stops himself. ]

Get outta here before I pounce on you.

[Oh, Caleb is dangerous. Playing with fire because Frank was ready to surge forward again, half way there and not trying to stop him. His lips and teeth latch on a moment and linger before he has to fling himself away.]

Am I supposed to not like the sound of that?

[The pouncing. The getting caught well... Frank makes himself take a step back. And another. Finally retreating. Don't run. Don't jog. He wants to. In his heart he's already there. It doesn't take long to get to the place. It's small. Discrete. The moment he's got a key in hand he's texting Caleb. Before that texting the others. His heart is beating so loud and fast. It feels like he's sleep walking or drunk.]

[ He always has been one to play with things he shouldn't. Part of the problem with being as passionate as he is. And right here and now, Frank is the target of all his passion and then some. He's never wanted someone so much, so completely. He knows this is more than just lust, it's more than just thrills.

Caleb laughs and throws up a foot in his wake, like he just missed kicking him, ]

You're supposed to get your ass going!

[ But he's not waiting long in that alley himself. He heads to the convenience store in the other direction and buys a pack of Gatorade and some Astro-glide from behind the counter. He doesn't need to text the guys because they saw him flirting with the bartender. They'll just put two and two together with the bartender leaves. Takes a little longer to get there with the six pack under his arm and walking down the way he won't be seen, but gets there. Knocking on the door, out of breath and sweaty from running the rest of the way. ]

[They've had this magnetism. Who can say when it really started? They were joking in the ranks. The rain was beating down and they were covered in mud and found things to laugh at. All those beers drained and long hours spent talking about home, about life. The warmth and fondness has been growing like a weed.

Is it poisonous?

Frank isn't sure what the fuck to do with himself when he gets to the room. Strip? Wait to strip together? Beat off once? He spends a good few minutes wasted thinking too much. Good thing this wasn't an intense situation that would cost lives. That has been a thought in the back of his mind. The service really does want them to be constantly vigilant. This is a different kind of heightened situation.

He ends up taking off his shoes and his shirt. After a little deliberation he's removed his belt and pants as well to be in his boxers and undershirt.

Caleb wants him. Not the bartender. Time crawls. Until that knock that brings him out of his head abd back into the moment. Frank opens the door.]

Hey, Stranger.

[ Caleb is still out of breath, pack of Gatorade under his arm and sweaty in the face as he takes Frank in. He likes what he sees, sure. He always has. But he's gotta be a little shit for the moment.

He's backing away with a smirk on his face and holding a hand up. ]

Oh, sorry. Wrong room. Didn't mean to interrupt.

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