...Trevor kneaded Henry’s lips beneath his. God, he wanted to crawl inside the man! He couldn’t believe he’d made it in time—barely. He’d come in the door, thrown his clothes one way, his suitcase the other, and headed for the shower to wash the stench of travel off him. They’d walked in just as Trevor was knotting the robe. Though why he bothered with covering up was a mystery. All he wanted was to feel his skin pressed against Henry’s.

Seeing him—them—once a year wasn’t enough. He longed for the monthly getaways they used to enjoy. Why the hell did the Marine Corps have to send Henry to the west coast? Still, it was a hell of a lot better than having him overseas.

Fear stabbed his heart. Trevor fisted Henry’s shirt and hauled it up his back, over his head. Henry shook free of it, his short hair spiking up. Frantic hands tugged at the knot on Trevor’s belt, then gave up and shoved the edges of the robe wide in order to stroke Trevor’s cock.

Trevor groaned and pressed his palm over Henry’s chest, rubbing until Henry’s hard nipple burrowed into the center of his hand. He rocked into Henry’s loose grip and tucked his fingers into the waistband of Henry’s trousers.

“Get these off before I rip them off.” But he didn’t wait for Henry to comply. With one jerk, he popped open the button fly and sliced down the zipper. He groaned at the feel of silk beneath his hand and the hot steel it contained.

Henry moaned and toed off his shoes, then shoved his clothing down and off his legs. Trevor yanked his belt free and shoved the robe from his shoulders. Henry followed its descent, lips skidding over Trevor’s chest. Trevor cupped his head and damned the military regulations that required Henry’s once-full hair to be short, when Trevor longed to dig in deep and hold on for dear life.

Teeth grazed one nipple, raking back and forth, while Henry twirled the other into a point between his thumb and forefinger. Trevor thrust his hips forward, not so silently begging for that mouth around his cock, or Henry’s hand stroke, or—God!—their dicks thrusting in time against each other. It’d been so long, and so damn lonely.

Henry brushed his hand over Trevor’s hip, cupped his buttock, then traced the crack between his cheeks. Trevor groaned and thrust again, feeling his pre-cum smear over Henry’s smooth, rock hard torso. Henry grabbed his own cock and wiped it against Trevor’s thigh as he continued his path down Trevor’s body.

Trevor stared at his lover, his body taut with anticipation. What little willpower he possessed was funneled into keeping his orgasm at bay. Henry’s palm against his sac didn’t help, nor did the finger tickling his anus. Trevor fisted his erection and shoved Henry to his knees, stabbing for his mouth. Henry’s tongue flashed over the tip of Trevor’s penis, lapping at the milk collecting there. Tiny shock waves slithered up the length and settled in Trevor’s balls.

Henry’s lips closed over Trevor’s glans and his tongue twirled around the edge, through the slit, over the oh-so sensitive frenulum. Trevor clamped his hands on either side of his lover’s head and thrust deep. Henry took his length with a low growl, somehow managing to lick Trevor’s balls in the process. They hugged the base of his penis, ready to shoot their load.

Just a little longer. His body ignored the order. More heat rushed to his groin. He was lost in the wonder of Henry’s mouth, the joy of being with him again.