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Rex, come on…I need to…”
    Rex pulled his face away again and before Sawyer could finish his statement, Rex was pressing his cock inside Sawyer. He must’ve lubed up while he was licking Sawyer, because the slide in, while tight, was eased by the slickness. And Rex wasn’t being gentle, probably couldn’t be, any more than Sawyer couldn’t help but slam back into him.
    His eyes watered and he cursed. Drew a deep breath. Rex’s hand went to the back of his neck and then rubbed the center of Sawyer’s back, between his shoulder blades, forcing him to relax.
    Soon, Sawyer’s body had adjusted enough for Rex to begin fucking him in earnest. He grabbed Sawyer’s cock—finally—and began to stroke it in tandem with his thrusts.
    He’d been about to yell Rex’s name loud enough to wake the goddamned neighbors—as usual—when the now-familiar ringtone of Rex’s phone began to chime. Rex froze and cursed, then rubbed Sawyer’s back gently before he extricated himself to take the call.
    He always took the calls from his former teammates in another room, but even though the phone stopped ringing while he was on his way to the kitchen, Rex still kept walked away, muttering, “This better be fucking good.” And, no doubt, redialing.
    In the meantime, Sawyer sat back on his heels, ass and dick aching, his skin chilled from the loss of contact. It seemed like hours before Rex came back, and when he did, it was fast. So fast, Sawyer didn’t see him coming, couldn’t ask if everything was okay, because Rex was rocking against him again, but he wasn’t hard anymore.
    Sawyer rose onto his knees again and leaned against the man’s chest. “’S’okay,” he murmured. In response, Rex took his cock in hand again and stroked Sawyer until his balls tightened with the threat of the imminent orgasm. And Sawyer needed it so badly, he didn’t try to pretend that it would’ve been okay if Rex had stopped everything.
    “I’ve got you, Sawyer. Come on, show me how fucking much you missed me,” Rex told him in that low, gruff, commanding voice Sawyer had grown to love. He came all over Rex’s fingers, spurting over his own belly and chest, a short, exhausted laugh shuddering through his body at the same time as the release.
    Rex pushed him down to the carpet gently, turning him to his side in the process. Wiping him down with a discarded T-shirt and grabbing a blanket from the couch to cover them. Like he knew Sawyer’s eyes wouldn’t stay open for another second.
    And they wouldn’t. He drifted, his body relaxed for the first time since before they’d started planning for the mission…until the screams woke him up.
     
     
    “Rex, come on…wake up.”
    Rex thrashed. Knew he was suspended between the dream and reality, followed the thread of Sawyer’s voice to pull him out.
    He wasn’t sure how long it took, but when he came to, Sawyer was already rubbing him down with a cool cloth, handing him water, talking to him in soothing tones.
    It had been the worst nightmare he’d had in years.
    He pushed Sawyer away and grabbed for the couch. With what seemed like too much of a major effort for such a simple task, he yanked himself from the floor and sat on the edge of the cushion, unable to look at the younger SEAL. Finally, he mumbled, “Sorry.”
    “What’s going on?” Sawyer asked. His voice held a slight demand that raised Rex’s hackles, but only for a moment. Because of course Sawyer would know something was wrong, considering Rex hadn’t been able to finish fucking him after the phone call he’d received. And Rex had been so goddamned turned around, he hadn’t known what the hell to do with himself, so he’d distracted Sawyer until he’d fallen asleep.
    And he should’ve known better than to follow Sawyer into dreamland.
    “Rex, man, come on. What’s going on?” Sawyer repeated, and Rex thought back to the message from Nate.
    “I wasn’t going to call you yet, but I have to, man. I think I found