Beyond Duty by SJD Peterson

Author:SJD Peterson [Peterson, SJD]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: erotic MM, Romance MM
Published: 2012-06-06T02:07:45+00:00

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By morning, I wasn’t any closer to finding answers to the question wreaking havoc in my head. I slid out of bed, pulled on a pair of fatigue pants, and snuck quietly into the bathroom. After brushing my teeth and splashing some cold water on my face, I headed to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. Only two things cleared my head, Mac—even though he was currently the source of my screwed-up head—and exercise. That’s why I’m so muscular - my head is fucked up a lot and Mac is gone a lot. It’s how I deal.

I shoved the coffee table out of the way, dropped down on the living room floor, and started doing push-ups. Counting each one off, I concentrated on the push and pull of each muscle in my arms. Focused on the way my toes flexed under, keeping my abs clenched, and nothing more. By the time I counted off seventy-five, my breath had sped up, sweat rolled down my temples and along my spine. The burn with each contraction of muscle radiated up my arms, across my shoulders, and settled as warmth in my lower back. My head was my own once again, the burn and the fatigued muscles my only focus. At one hundred, I rolled onto my back, planted my feet on the floor, and took a deep breath before counting off sit-ups. During these moments, I was in control - control of my body, my mind, how far I pushed, and how hard I drove myself.

At one hundred I slowed just enough that Mac’s face snuck into my head, so I pushed it away, redoubled my efforts, and pushed the sinew of my body past its normal limits. “One-twenty-five,” further “One-fifty.”

“Hey! Why didn’t you wake me up? I’d have worked out with you.”

Mac’s voice stopped me short, and I opened my eyes to see Mac standing over me dressed in nothing but a pair of matching fatigue pants with a questioning look on his gorgeous face. It was as if I hadn’t done a single rep, the peace I’d found gone as every uncertainty came back in a rush, making my head throb. In defeat, I leaned back on my hands, stretched my legs out, and tried to get my harsh, panting breath to slow down as I stared up at him.

Mac straddled my right leg and went to his knees. He placed one hand on the back of my neck, forcing me to look at him, and rested the other hand on my rapidly rising and falling lower stomach. “Hey, what is it? What’s wrong?”

We sat there for an immeasurable amount of time—mirrored images, like always—breathing each other in, eyes locked. I wanted so badly to ask him what he felt for me but was scared shitless of the answer. We stayed like that for a minute, neither of us saying a word. In the end, unable to ever get away with lying to Mac, knowing he would see right through it, I sighed and gave him a portion of the truth.

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