Marking Time by C. J. Anthony

Author:C. J. Anthony
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: coming of age, military, friends into lovers, coming out, marine corps, friends and lovers, gay adult romance gay contemporary gay contemporary romance, cj anthony, marking time
Publisher: C. J. Anthony

CHAPTER 5

September 20, 2011

"Are you ready? Are you ready for me, baby?"

"Fuck, Chase, please . . . I need . . . oh God, inside me, please."

He groaned as he entered me, slowly, drawing out the exquisite mix of pleasure and pain. I shifted my hips up. I wanted him, I needed him, now. It only made him clamp his hands down harder on my hips, holding them still. He continued his slow, slow movements, inch by tortuous inch. I didn’t know how he was staying in control, I felt like I was going to combust into nothingness if this continued on.

"Chase . . . ." It was too much, I couldn’t breathe.

"Shh . . . patience, A, just hang on a little while longer.

And then finally, there he was, all of him, inside me. I felt so full, it was too much, too much . . . and I looked up and he looked so beautiful, those sexy eyes, those full lips smiling down at me. And suddenly I knew this was the only place I wanted to be; I wanted to stay here with him inside me, forever.

As much as I was begging him only two seconds ago, now I wanted to tell him to stay, to not move.

"Chase, don’t—"

But it was too late, he didn’t hear me, he pulled out and then slammed back in so hard, I cried out and came. I had no control over my body, it writhed and shook with the aftershocks and wouldn’t stop.

"Chase . . . !" I was so lost in the waves for a moment, I couldn’t see, I couldn’t feel him. I reached out blindly, frantically.

And then he was there, his arms holding me. "It’s okay, A, I’ve got you . . . I’ve got you."

I bolted straight up from my cot, my heart pounding. It was pitch black, and I was covered in sweat. As I listened to the sounds of the insects buzzing outside and the soft snoring and occasional shifting of the other Marines in my barracks, I slowly remembered where I was and collapsed back on my bunk.

When a soldier comes home from a deployment, especially one in a war zone, it is not uncommon to be tortured with dreams and nightmares for weeks, months, some even years. Everyone had them. But here I was, in the war zone, and I was having nightmares of real life, of back home . . . of him. Actually they weren’t exactly nightmares, because in them he was there and we were together and everything was perfect again. But they gave me a pain in my chest every time I woke up and realized it wasn’t real, so I guess in that respect they could be considered nightmares. Sick, twisted nightmares, taunting me.

I pulled out the tiny flashlight I kept with me and looked at my watch. It was 0400, almost time to get up anyway. I knew I was not going back to sleep so I reached under my cot and pulled out the dog-eared pocket calendar and pen I carried with me.

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