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The lieutenant… no, just Michael now, there was nobody watching for him to need to pretend differently, collapsed onto his bed, quickly undoing his belt and the fly of his jeans. Today had been possibly the worst day of his life, a life with a history of very many horrible days at that. He’d spent the whole morning getting shredded to bits by Ty’s anti-travel array and to top it off he’d then had to take care of getting Troy back to OI headquarters and getting that whole mess straightened out. Spending that much time wrangling Troy, even a well trained Troy, would be enough to drive just about anyone to the brink of madness.
And then there was Mike. Fuck. Michael had not been ready to see him again.
He shimmied his pants down a bit, squirming out of them despite the protests of his remaining injuries, until his dick was freed, just starting to harden under the anticipation of what was to come.
He didn’t want to think about the look that Mike had given him when he first stepped into the house in Texas. Shock. Pity. Michael had to suppose that no one had bothered to catch him up on the trade that his Michael had made with Ty Betteridge and OI. Or maybe they had and the changes in his appearance since were just that shocking.
Either way, he didn’t want to think about it. He let his mind sink away from that look, to happier moments with Mike. Much happier moments. Mike, sitting on the couch in the Latvia apartment, smiling at Michael as they watched a movie together. Mike fresh out of the shower, hair damp, a towel just barely hanging on to the soft curve of his hips. Mike kneeling on the floor of their bedroom, his lips wrapped around Michael’s cock, an expression of bliss on his face.
Michael spat into his palm and began to stroke, imagining that he was anywhere but his stiff army cot at OI. Imagining he was back home in Latvia with Mike, or Alaska even. Anywhere but here. Imagining the hand around his dick wasn’t his own, but Mike’s. Imagining Mike whispering sweet promises into his ear.
I’m here Michael. I’m here. I got you. I’ll always love you Michael. You know that right? No matter what.
Michael came with a noise that was somewhere between a groan and a sob, and he could feel tears dripping down his cheeks. Best to get this cleaned up quickly. The cum was one thing but he’d have hell to pay if Eagle found him crying in here. What was he doing getting worked up like this about a different life, about something he could never have.