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Excerpt Day: Maritime Men by Janey Chapel

Maritime Men by Janey Chapel
Release Date: August 6, 2009
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Publisher Link: https://dreamspinnerpress.3dcartstores.com/search.asp?keyword=ef3029&search=GO

Blurb: SEAL candidates Cooper Fitch and Eli Jones are cut off from the outside world and pushed to their physical and mental limits by the demands of the Navy's elite training program. Their reliance on each other takes an unexpected turn after Hell Week, the most grueling stretch of basic conditioning, when Cooper and Eli surrender to passion fueled by fatigue, horniness, and alcohol. Despite the danger of being discovered, their intense attraction begins to feel like a natural extension of living, working, and training side by side, and neither is willing to give it up, no matter the risk.


The barracks held the hush of the truly exhausted. Cooper tip-toed in quiet as he could, surprised when he got to his bunk and saw that Eli was awake, leaning up on one elbow on the bottom bed. "What time is it?" Eli murmured.

Cooper crouched beside him and said softly, "Somewhere between past-curfew and reveille. Didn´t mean to wake you."

"You didn´t," Eli said, his voice low and rough. "I´m wired or something. Too tired to sleep."

"That sucks," Cooper whispered, shifting to sit cross-legged on the floor. "Settle down, and I´ll tell you a little bedtime story."

Eli pushed over onto his side, tucking one hand under his cheek. Cooper could just make out the shape of his smile in the dark. "You get lucky?" Eli asked.

"No luck involved," Cooper said, moving closer so Eli could hear him. "Just skill and charm."

"And humility."

Cooper scoffed quietly. "No need for that, son, not when you´re this good."

Eli smiled again, and that was all the encouragement Cooper needed to tell him all about his lithe little social worker: how she´d blown him fast and dirty in the front seat of her car and then let him fuck her in her bright, messy room, her body painted with sunlit stripes coming through the open window. He left out the part about how long it took her to get him up that first time, his body still lingering with his team on that cold, windy beach. And he might have embellished how long he lasted, once he finally got going, but that never hurt anyone. Eli shifted onto his back and lifted one knee when Cooper got to the part where he spread her open and licked up inside her, and the little breathy sounds she made. Cooper recognized that move and turned his head to hide his grin. There, now, if Eli had to be awake at o´dark thirty, he might as well enjoy it. Cooper wound down eventually, feeling the week work its way back into his bones, tired again just from talking.

"What about you?" he asked, raising his hand for a high-five. "I pick you a gooder or what?"

Eli raised his middle finger instead. "She was the designated driver. She left with a Camaro full of coeds about eight, looking for something better."

Well, shit.

"She left you hanging?"

"High and dry."

"That ain´t right," Cooper said, shaking his head. If anybody deserved a little R&R, it was the man stretched out beside him. "I can tell you this, Eli; she won´t find better."

Eli blew out a breath and then reached for the blanket, throwing it off as he slid down the bed and stood, ducking his head as he came out from under the bunk. "Gotta take a leak."

Cooper pulled himself to his feet, swaying a little, and followed Eli into the latrine. Eli stood at one of the urinals, his tan T-shirt making him easy to find even though he hadn´t put on the light. Cooper leaned against the doorway, watching in silence, his eyes adjusting to the low light. After a minute, he said, "Since when have you had a shy bladder?" There were very few secrets when you lived cheek by jowl like they did, especially not after the week they´d just endured.

Eli dropped his chin to his chest and muttered, "Too hard to piss."

Cooper shivered, his cock twitching in sympathy. Or something. He looked at Eli, at the long line of his back and lean hips, and his dick jerked again. Okay, not sympathy. Signals getting crossed again, maybe, since his tastes hadn´t traditionally run to skinny-ass farm boys. Eli had probably come in here for a little privacy to slap the salami, choke the chicken, yank the plank, oh, hell, what had Boom-Boom called it? Oh, yeah, waxing the Buick. Cooper liked that one. Maybe Eli didn´t need him standing there while he relieved himself in more ways than one. But somewhere along the way, between waking up still tired in a sweet girl´s bed and Eli lifting his knee to hide a hard-on Cooper had surely talked him into, he found he didn´t want to leave Eli to his solitary pleasure. He waited another minute, just to be sure. He looked Eli over from head to toe, from mussed hair to bare feet, and felt the deep and instant warmth of friendship swell into something hotter, something... well, something better.

He stepped forward slowly, giving Eli time to move, time to tuck himself away, to put up his hand, something, but by the time Cooper stood close enough to Eli´s back to feel the warmth of it against his chest, it was too late to do anything but reach for him, one hand going down around front, colliding with Eli´s on his very hard cock, the other sliding across his chest, bringing them flush together.

Eli groaned low, his back stiffening. "Cooper-"

"Shhh." Cooper breathed against his shoulder, rubbing his hand slowly along Eli´s torso while he learned the proportion, the heft of Eli´s dick with the other. He was big, hot as a poker. Cut. Cooper rubbed his thumb along the scar, and Eli´s knees buckled. So he liked that, did he? Okay, good. He could do that all night long.

"This is a bad idea," Eli murmured, but his body trembled under Cooper´s hands, his voice thin.

"I don´t think so," Cooper murmured back, sliding his hand up under Eli´s T-shirt, finding hot, smooth skin and a tight nipple to palm.

Eli leaned back against him, letting Cooper take some of his weight as his hand guided Cooper´s on his dick.

"Better not be," Eli ground out as he started to thrust into Cooper´s hand. "Better not mess things up."

Cooper jerked him off with one hand and petted his chest with the other. "No way, buddy. No how. It´s all good."
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