I'll Be Your Drill, Soldier! by Crystal Rose

Author:Crystal Rose
Language: eng
Format: epub
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Publisher: Crystal Rose

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Motherfucker! He wasn't even questioning how the fucker got his cell phone number. He was, after all, fucking God. Ryan cursed all the way to the gate where Brendon stood.

***

Brendon and Ryan entered ‘Fubar Bar and Grill’ a couple of hours later. ‘Fubar’ in Army terms stands for ‘Fucked up beyond all repair.’ It was a phrase Ryan, Patrick and Brendon were very familiar with. Ryan damn near pissed his pants when Patrick told him that was the name Mark was using for his bar.

“Fubar, that's the shit man! I fucking love that name.” Brendon laughed. Brendon had changed a lot since basic. He lost his baby fat and grew hard muscles in all the right places. His blond hair was slightly longer but not much. He had a tight, white shirt on and tight-assed jeans. He looked good but he also didn't look like the twenty-three-year-old man he was. He looked older. His eyes were sharper. There wasn't an air of innocence around him anymore. He was leaner, harder and in a lot of ways meaner.

It sometimes made Ryan sad to see Brendon like that but he was a grown man now. He had seen war and faced hardships that most men his age never dealt with.

“Fuck me. That's Furry?” Mark Connelly asked. A small grin played on his lips.

“Oh Shit!” Brendon squeaked. “Drill Sergeant Connelly!”

Ryan laughed, happy to see that he wasn't the only one with Drill Sergeant issues.

“It's just Mark now.” Mark smiled. “Patrick is upstairs grooming. For a man with so little hair he takes forever to get pretty.”

“And for a fat old Drill Sergeant you talk a lot of shit!” came the raspy reply from the stairs.

“Watch it, lover boy. I know where you sleep.” Mark smirked and poured three beers.

“I ain't worried. You sleep there too. You fuck it up and guess who's sleeping in the wet spot...and it damn sure isn't me,” Patrick replied with a grin. “Fuck, Furry. Did you get bigger?” He gave Brendon a quick back-slapping hug.

“Nah, you just got shorter.” Brendon grinned.

“Yeah, fuck you buddy.” Patrick smirked. He grabbed the mug and slugged it back.

Brendon pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one up.

“New habit?” Patrick asked and then bummed one. “Mark is like a woman. He doesn't mind smoking down here but I can't fucking smoke at home. Dick.”

“Keep it up, Patricia and I'll show you woman,” Mark said, then walked toward the sound stage.

All three guys burst out laughing.

“Where's Ken?” Brendon asked when everyone settled down.

“He's about a half an hour out.” Patrick said. “He called, seems Texas State Troopers don't like smart-assed Ohioans.”

Ryan grinned. “Sounds like Ken.”

“How fast this time?”

“Hell, Brendon, speed limit is seventy and he was pushing ninety-five. He talked the guy out of taking him in. How I'll never know.” Patrick smiled.

“He's led a charmed life,” Ryan said as he finished off his beer.

“Who's led a charmed life, you beautiful fag, you!” Kenneth strolled into the bar a full twenty minutes earlier than Patrick said he would.

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