Semper Fidelis by Morticia Knight Kendall McKenna Sara York LE Franks Devon Rhodes T.A. Chase S.A. McAuley Read Free Book Online Page B

Phil’s eyes told Dean what he was thinking.
    “We have to make it look good, Phil,” Dean admonished him. “There might be some guys who know you here, and they’ll wonder why we left as soon as I got here.”
    Phil huffed in annoyance. “I hate not being able to tell people about you. It’s not fair.”
    “Maybe not, but I’d rather you were safe than out, honey.” Dean turned his hand over to entwine his fingers with Phil’s. “It’s better for me in the Guard now that Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell is gone. Well, it was fine before that as well, but you’re stuck on a boat with men for weeks on end, and not all of them are accepting of differences.”
    Phil wrinkled his nose, and Dean could tell he understood what Dean was saying, but didn’t necessarily agree with him. Phil was young, only twenty-eight compared to Dean’s thirty-eight. He didn’t always have the patience that Dean did.
    “We’ll finish our drinks, then head to the hotel. We can get something to eat later,” Dean said and Phil nodded.
    Once their plan was made, they didn’t chat, just drank slow enough not to draw attention to themselves. As soon as both beers were done, and Dean had drunk his shot, they paid, then left Darwin’s Theory to go to the hotel.
    Dean had checked in before he’d gone to the bar, and Phil had registered early in the day, so there was no need to stop anywhere else. Dean was pretty sure they’d both brought supplies to ensure they didn’t have to leave the room for the rest of the weekend, if they didn’t want to.
    Keeping his hands to himself in the elevator was difficult, but Dean managed to do it by tugging them in his pockets. Phil stood on the other side of the car, arms crossed over his chest, but his gaze never left Dean’s face. Gritting his teeth, Dean tried to adjust his erection in his suddenly constricting pants.
    The smirk on Phil’s face made Dean want to kiss that expression away, but again he needed to wait until they were behind closed doors. He remembered the first time he saw Phil.
    The younger man had been dancing with a friend at a gay club in Fairbanks. His blond hair had been dark with sweat, and his chest had glistened with it under the strobe lights of the club. Phil’s jeans had been even tighter than the ones he wore now. Phil ‘Rhody’ Rhodes, crab fisherman, was the most beautiful man Dean had seen in a long time.
    All Dean had been able to think was how alive the man had looked and how happy he’d seemed. It was something Dean had wanted to absorb that night. He’d come to Anchorage on leave to try to get over losing a crab fisherman out in the Bering Sea the day before. The stranger had exuded confidence and carefree joy, calling Dean like a siren of the water.
    Hitting on younger men was something Dean had rarely done. He was too old to play games or be any guy’s sugar daddy. Yet he’d yearned for the exuberance of youth, so he’d taken a chance to see if the blond would be interested for a little fun for the night.
    Boy, had Phil been interested. Their first time together had been fast and hot in the bathroom of the club. Dean hadn’t done that in years, but he hadn’t been able to say no when Phil had flashed him the same smirk his lover was sending his way in the elevator.
    The elevator dinged as it stopped at their floor, and Dean walked out first. Phil wasn’t far behind him, then passed him in the hallway. He didn’t speed up, letting Phil get in the room before him. The man couldn’t do anything without him…or so he thought.
    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