Off Base (Out of Uniform 1)

“Oh man, I was hungry.” Zack scraped up the last bit of sauce.

“I’ll say.” Pike took the plate from him, stuck it in the ancient dishwasher that was slated for replacement soon.

“Shower?” Zack asked as he stooped to pet Gizmo.

“You’re lucky I let you eat first,” Pike groused as he tugged Zack down the hall to the bathroom. He flipped the shower on. It had taken more than a little convincing, but Pike had finally gotten Zack to help install the dual showerheads he’d been dreaming of. “Wanted you naked about fifteen seconds after you came in the door.”

“Well, don’t let me stop you now.” Zack laughed and raised his arms so that Pike could pull off his T-shirt. Pike took care of his own clothes as Zack pushed his camo pants off, and then they were naked at last and in each other’s arms, hot water streaming around them.

“Missed you,” he said, lips against Zack’s ear.

“Missed you more,” Zack said, pulling him in for a kiss. They made out like they had all the time in the world, and maybe they did. Eventually, hands went roaming, and they were moaning in each other’s mouth as they stroked each other off, slow and languid, still kissing, even as they came in rapid succession. Always kissing. Always together.

“Couldn’t wait to come home,” Zack said with a laugh as the water went cooler.

Home. This was home. This house. This man.

Home.

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