Shaking my head first no, then yes, made him burst out laughing. The sound echoed off the walls of the surrounding buildings. “Which is it?”
“If you’re looking for a top…”
“Ah, not your thing?”
“I have my moments,” I repeated the words out loud that had run through my mind a minute ago.
“I’m vers, but I prefer topping.”
A sigh heaved through me. He stopped, yanking my hand to pull me into his arms. “What’s your name?” he asked as his forehead dropped to mine.
Looking up at him, I wanted to tell him my actual name, but when I opened my mouth, “Xander” came out.
I didn’t use that name anymore. I left it behind when I joined the service. I wanted a brand-new identity when I walked out of my father’s home two years ago. I was Alex now, but I didn’t feel comfortable telling him that.
He smirked. “Short for Alexander, I’m betting.”
I closed my eyes and sighed. When I opened them, he said, “I’m Daniel. Short for nothing.”
He told me his real name. I wasn’t sure whether to believe him, especially given the information he’d disclosed about what he did for a living.
“Don’t think on it so hard, kid. It’s my real name. You wanna head back to my place, or are you gonna call it a night?”
There was no way I was walking away from a sure thing, and given the bulge in his pants that pressed against my hip, if I could get it out of my head, I was in for a treat. One I’d been jonesin’ about for nearly the last two years.
“Let’s go,” I said, pulling from his embrace, digging the car key from my pocket and handing it to him. “You drive; there are other things I wanna do on the way.”
“I like the way you think.”
He clicked the button on the remote; the car chirped loudly. He grabbed my hand, pulling me behind him. I thought for certain when we got to the car, he’d let go so he could go one way and I could go the other, but he didn’t. He walked me around the car, kissed me as he opened the car door, then waited until I slid into the passenger seat before shutting the door.
No one, not even Kelly, had ever opened a car door for me unless it was a paid valet. I didn’t know how I felt about it. It seemed strange to me. Strange, but nice. And it messed with my head.
The driver’s door opening startled me, and I jumped in my seat, turning to look at him. The spaz routine needed to take a hike. Running for the hills was the last thing I wanted him to do because I was acting like a rookie playing in the bigs.
“Whatever plan you had for the trip, better not take long. I don’t live that far from here.”
“Then I’ll leave it up to you. Do you want to watch or do you wanna get sucked?”
He groaned, starting the car. “Get out your cock. I wanna watch you stroke it, but you better not fucking come.”
“I’m not sure that’s gonna be possible. It’s been a long fucking time since I got fucked.”
“Then talk to me. Tell me about yourself.”
“What do you wanna know?”
“You said it’s been a while. I’m guessing before recruit training?”
“How did you know?”
“Given how young you look, the air you have about you, the way you carry yourself, I’m going out on a limb and saying you’re a Marine. Probably recon? Maybe Force Recon or a Raider, depending on how good you are, which means you’ve probably not screwed around with anyone other than your hand since before you enlisted.”
I couldn’t really tell him he was wrong. If I did, I’d out myself as a SEAL or nearly a SEAL. I was still amazed that SQT graduation was so soon. After that, I would join a team, and I could spin up or deploy soon, depending on their rotation, which is why I was on the prowl.
He pulled to a stop. I’d barely registered we were moving, and now we sat outside a high-rise. Looking up at it, I swallowed a chuckle. I just bought an apartment in the building last weekend. I could’ve lived off base during training, but everyone,everyone,said immersion was the best way to succeed in BUD/S was to fully let go of the outside world. So I did. The morning after I opened the manila envelope from my father on my eighteenth birthday, I sold all my worldly possessions, called my recruiter to up my ship date, and walked the fuck away.
But with graduation coming up, I realized I needed a place to live, and I chose this building. It was close to base, but not too close. The unit sat on the upper floors, with a view of the bay and Coronado.
