The coldness of Minto had its beauty. When sleep eluded him, MD would walk the crisp snow covered paths that made up the village. The chips of twinkling stars hovering so close overhead facilitated the illusion that a person could reach up and touch them. Those long walks gave him the chance to contemplate, evaluate, and come to terms with many acts he committed and endured during his missions in the armed forces.
In the quiet, icy darkness MD would give each of those sparkling lights a memory he no longer wanted to keep. Time would tell if they would keep them or throw them back at him. MD found that the weak Alaskan sunlight brought him hope. If the mighty sun could persevere against thick, light stealing, darkness, there may be a chance he could conquer his demons once and for all.
Many times, the villagers saw MD walking past and invited him into their basic, but warm, cozy homes. There he would sit on the floor, surrounded by children and their parents, and enjoy wonderful conversations. Questions, answers, and stories flew between them, giving MD hours of delight. He would always cherish those moments.
Reaching the cabin’s front door, MD let out a sigh of relief, which instantly turned the air in front of his face an icy white. Before he could grasp the doorknob, the thick, solid piece of wood swung open.
MD stepped back. Before him stood blond, wide shouldered, slim hipped, Zeke, wearing nothing but a pair of loose jeans. MD never had a fetish before, but he could get on board with those tanned, high-arched, bare feet sticking out of the legs of that denim.
“You made it.” Zeke smiled his perfect, light up the world, smile. “Thanks, for radioing in that you were staying overnight. I would have worried.”
MD tipped his head and peered at the man. “Why?”
Zeke grabbed MD’s hand and walked backward, pulling him along. At the last second MD remembered to shut the door.
“When you aren’t in my sights, I’ve always worried about you.” Zeke unzipped MD’s parka, pushed it off his shoulders, and let it drop to the floor.
“That sounds a bit stalky.” MD couldn’t resist laying the palms of his ice-cold hands flat against the warm, smooth skin of Zeke’s hard, muscled chest. The man never flinched. Desire tightened MD’s lower belly, sending tingling zings straight to his dick.
They were alone in the same room for mere seconds and already mind numbing lust blazed out of control.
“You have no idea how stalky I can be concerning you.” Zeke shoved MD’s shirt up and over his head, being careful of the stud in his left ear. MD liked that small gesture of consideration.
“Oh? So, you’ve been keeping tabs on me, fuzz boy?” MD enjoyed teasing Zeke about choosing law enforcement in the military.
Zeke didn’t smile back. “From the first moment I saw you, I knew I would make you mine.” Large hands cupped MD’s ass cheeks and pulled him close, warm belly against chilled skin.
MD leaned back and tried to read Zeke’s facial expression. “Do I have any say in this cave man decision of yours? I might already be in a relationship.”
“Of course.” Zeke’s green eyes hardened. “I would back off if any of your forays with other men had worked out. But none of them have.”
Dominic’s tall, blond image flashed through MD’s mind. Quickly he tried to mask his facial expression. Too late, one of Zeke’s blond eye brows rose creating lines across the handsome man’s forehead.
MD decided to go on the offence. “How did you know about any dates I may have gone on?”
Zeke shrugged one muscled shoulder drawing MD’s attention to a light brown nipple. Wanting to make the small disk pebble up, MD reached over, only to have Zeke grab it and hold on tight.
“Oh no you don’t, sweetheart,” Zeke admonished. “Once we start getting down to the good stuff, we’re going to be in a bed. And to answer your question, Storm told me.”
MD’s mind stopped at the sweetheart endearment. Sweetheart? Him? He had always been String, MD, or doc, never a sweetheart. It took a second for his mind to catch up to the rest of the conversation.
“Why would Mr. Storm tell you who I was dating?” Irritation had MD narrowing his eyes at Zeke and pulling away. Mr. Storm? His best friend, Mr. Storm? The man shouldn’t be telling his secrets.
Zeke dropped MD’s hand and grabbed his hips, pulling him back against all of those hard muscles. “Storm knows I’m crazy about you. I asked him to keep me posted on how you were doing.”
“And that included knowing who I was dating?” MD got the feeling his dating life wasn’t the only thing under discussion. He wasn’t about to ask because he didn’t want to discuss his mental state. That was nobody’s business but his own, at least that was what he kept telling himself.
“Of course.” Zeke’s hand sifted through the short hair on the side of MD’s head and brushed a thumb over his cheek. “I needed to know if those poor bastards were treating you right.”
“Why do you call them poor bastards?” MD leaned into Zeke’s hand. Under the sexual tension warming his gut, a calmness of security blanketed his soul, soothing its battered edges.
“Because I knew they didn’t stand a chance.” Zeke placed a butterfly soft kiss across MD’s lips. “You’re mine.”
Zeke listened, wondering what had awaken him. There were no animals scratching at the cabin’s outside walls, trying to get in, or someone pounding on the door. Not moving a muscle, he continued to search through the darkness for whatever had yanked him from a deep sleep to full alert.
There is was, MD’s breathing just hitched and the man’s whole body shook. The skin under Zeke’s arm and leg broke out into a cold sweat. He pulled back giving the poor man some space. Another tremor raked through MD from head to toe and he jerked, but then seemed to quiet down.
MD’s shaky whisper broke through the tension surrounding them. “Zeke, is that you?
Zeke released the breath he had been holding and relaxed. He had expected MD to wake from his nightmare swinging.
“Yeah, I’m here.”
MD’s next words ran together as if the man were pushing them out through a tight hole. “Do you think you could hold me for a moment, but not on me, I can’t handle that right now.”
Zeke turned over onto his back and easily settled the tall string bean of a man on top. He truly did love how MD’s sharp edges fit against his wider more muscled body.
“How’s that, sweetheart?” Zeke ran a comforting hand down the knobby bones of MD’s spine. “Let’s see if together we can push away those battle terrors?”
“How did you know?” MD snuggled his face into Zeke’s neck.
“I’ve spent many hours of the last ten years guarding prisoners of war,” Zeke answered. “Most nights many of the men would wake up screaming as they relived the horrors they had been through.”
MD’s finger started drawing circles on Zeke’s chest. “Did you just let them fight that shit on their own or did you do something?”
“Some of the guards would bang their batons on the bars to wake them up,” Zeke admitted. “I chose to talk calmly to them until they came back to the present. I hated the look on their faces when they realized they had gone from one nightmare to another.” Needing to explain, he continued, “In the end, I couldn’t let them be trapped in whatever hell they were dreaming about even if they would wake up to a locked jail cell.”
“You’re a good man, Zeke Wentz.”
“You’re going to find out how good I am if you keep playing with my nipple, sweetheart,” Zeke warned, trying to lighten the mood.
“I must have slept right through to late afternoon with how dark it is in here,” MD ignored Zeke’s warning and kept running a finger over the pebbled nip.
“You slept through yesterday morning, afternoon, and most of the night,” Zeke stated. “I’d say it’s early morning right now.”
MD grew quiet, the man’s only movement were those teasing fingers tugging at Zeke’s nipple.
After a few moments, MD’s body stiffened and his tone turned serious. “When do you have to go back?”
Ah, now they were getting to their age-old problem of duty calling them away from each other. Thank goodness, things have changed. At least in some ways.
Zeke grabbed onto MD’s bare ass and squeezed. “I’m out of the Army for good. When we go back to Granite County I have a position at the sheriff’s office waiting for me.”
MD arched up onto his forearms and Zeke figured he was looking down at him, which ended up being pointless in the dark. “Are you serious? You’re a civilian?”
Sliding his fingers around to MD’s hips, Zeke rolled them over until he was the one on top.
“Spread, sweetheart,” Zeke ordered wanting to be closer. “I’m now an official law enforcement officer for Granite County, or I will be once we get back there.”
MD obeyed Zeke’s order, and opened his legs wide. Zeke may be the younger of the two, but his personality would be the top of this relationship. MD lifted his leg and rubbed his foot over the back of Zeke’s calve. The soft skin of MD’s inner thigh brushing against Zeke’s hip sent blood rushing straight to his cock. He loved being between a man’s thighs.
“Do you want to explain to me, officer, how one minute I’m enjoying some down time, snuggling on a sofa, and the next we’re both naked in my bed?” MD’s light tone and chuckle warmed Zeke’s heart. Finally, they were interacting and getting to know one another.
“I’ll answer your question if you tell me your real name,” Zeke answered.
Zeke shifted his hips and pressed his hard cock against MD’s dick. The quick inhale of a breath was more than enough reward.
“What does my name have to do with me losing my clothes and that weapon you have between your legs?” MD countered.
So, MD liked his cock. Good to know.
Shrugging his shoulders, Zeke answered. “It’s something I’ve always wondered.”
“Michael David isn’t a big deal,” MD stated.
“Did your unit nickname you MD because of your name or for being a doctor?” Zeke shifted and his cock traced a line up the side of MD’s dick. Under him, MD gave a delightful shivering response.
“Both,” MD answered and much to Zeke’s delight, countered Zeke’s move with a little shifting of his own. “The guys can have a wicked sense of humor. Calling me doc would have been too ordinary.”
Reaching between their bodies, Zeke took both cocks in a firm grip. In the pitch-black darkness, he explored MD’s long, slim dick comparing it to his own plumper, heavier cock. They fit together perfectly.
“Zeke.” The breathy plea sent tingles down Zeke’s spine.
“Let go, sweetheart,” Zeke encouraged. “Let’s take our pleasure together.”