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[ 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.

[Leaning in the doorway he looks at the other man like it's been months rather than under an hour.]

Get the fuck in here.

[And if he was going to try anything funny, Frank has a fist full of Caleb's shirt to haul him inside. Even though it's just the two of them. Even though there's no reason to be cautious he still takes a look out across the hallway in both directions before shutting and locking the door.]

Interrupt me busting at the seams?

[ He laughs as he's pulled in and sets the drinks down before he is grabbing the front of Frank's shirt to pull him in for a kiss. Hot and sloppy, no longer worried about discovery, no longer worried about anything. Frank feels the same about him, Frank wants him. That's all that matters in the whole damn world.

When the kiss breaks, he's still grinning, ]

You better not bust on me. I want you to come inside me all fucking night.

[So damn hot! He doesn't even fight the moan that it pulls out of him. They do break away and Frank stays just as close, panting open mouthed and his eyes searching the gorgeous blue of Caleb's.]

Can't do that if you're gonna keep me waiting, pal.

[Inspired by the heat of that kiss his hands go to Caleb's jeans to undo them.]

[ Caleb breathes out a laugh and pulls his shirt off, tags jingling against his chest after doing so. He tosses the shirt away and his hands cup Frank's face. ]

Do you have any idea how hard it's been to not just stare at you in the showers?

[ And then he's pressing their lips together again, hungrier than before. ]

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[For once he can reach out and touch the strong, muscled chest and he takes his queue to remove his undershirt. Face to face again. How many times can it happen before he believes this is real? Frank smiles and leans. He's not bashful. But damn he's never thought he'd hear words like this out of Page. Or that a wild dream come true would be something he's living.]

Here I was thinking you needed your eyes checked or something.

[Funny words right now, especially when he places his mouth at Caleb's throat, the cold metal of the dog tag and chain cutting the warmth of his skin.]

[ A hand rubs up over Frank's head fuzz as Caleb rolls his head back enough to bare his neck more, ]

Nah. Just struggling not to ogle another Marine.

C'mon though, man. Look at yourself.

[Lean, tall, blonde. Frank's always had a kind of weakness for light eyes as it was. The whole rest of the package belongs to Caleb. Since they're so damn close he'll take an ass cheek in each hand and bring em closer together.]

[ He cranes his head so he can lick at one of Frank's ears. ]

Generic blond guy number one-million-thirty-two-thousand.

[ He can't even finish it before he's pressing his face into the side of Frank's head, laughing and kissing his scalp. ]

You're out of your goddamn mind.

[For more reasons than just a limited perspective. When was the last time he smiled this much? Frank can't rightly remember. He laughs right back and starts to walk them clumsily closer to the bed. It's easy for him since he's the one that can see. Caleb has to trust him enough to be going backwards.]

[ Caleb trusts him completely. He already did before now but it's only strengthened since the admission. Since they were finally honest with each other. ]

Guess that makes us perfect for each other.

[ He wraps his arms around Frank, moving with him but fully intending to pull the other man down with him as soon as they hit the edge of the bed. ]

[The tension is still there, only charged in a positive, energetic way. No pain. No shame. Frank happily gets pulled on down. His hands cradle the back of Caleb's close shaven head as they meet in another kiss. His own dog tags clink as they move. No mistaking they're both hard.]

Guess so.

[Tough guy words though his mouth keeps on smiling when it's not kissing. That lube isn't too far right? Because he's tugging down on Caleb's boxers.]

[ Caleb almost forgets, relishing the feeling of his member being freed, harder than its been in a long while. ]

Fuck.

[ But then he's looking around for it, having thrown it somewhere on the bed before the kissing began. He has to stretch to grab it but once it's in his hand, he looks back over to Frank, something occurring to him. ]

Have you done this before?

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