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onto his pillow, one hand behind Dylan’s head, mostly for the contact, and lost his mind. Fucking into him, down his throat, he cried his name, begged for more, and to stop, but Dylan didn’t stop until Bo shoved his heels into the bed and arched his hips, coming, hard. He couldn’t stop and Dylan took it all.
    “Is that what the military teaches nowadays? Maybe I should join up,” he said when he could feel his tongue again. “I think I bit a hole in my tongue. Fuck. Oh fuck, Dylan.”
    “After that, Bo shouldn’t be thinking about fucking. He shouldn’t be able to think at all.” Dylan settled on top of him, blue eyes sparkling with satisfaction as he stared down. “Bo should say thank you, Dylan.”
    “Best head ever. Thank you, Dylan.” Bo pulled him tight and kissed him. “Best night of my life.”
    “I guess winning the Super Bowl all by your lonesome would account for best night status.”
    For a moment Bo simply stared at him. “That was tonight? I think maybe you did short circuit my brain.” Another slow kiss that tasted of spunk and Dylan. “Can we get food now?”
    “God, yes, I was hoping you’d remember that.” Dylan rolled off him and searched around for his jeans while Bo tried to catch his breath. “So what does Bo Murphy eat now that he’s famous?”
    “Everything I can get my hands on. Anything that won’t eat me first.” He found his shorts on the floor and followed Dylan from the bedroom into the main house. He watched the way Dyl’s hips moved in the tight jeans. His mouth going dry as he studied the tattoos on his back. “You have my name down your spine.” The letters were swirled into other designs that Bo couldn’t make out in the semi dark.
    Dylan turned to face him, his eyes inscrutable. “Is that okay?”
    “Why wouldn’t it be okay?” Bo stopped short, his mind still sluggish after the blow job. “Why would it bother me?”
    “Because, I don’t know, I wanted you with me. If I can’t be with you then I have you on me. I was still a kid when I got that one.” For a moment the hardened Marine gave way to the boy Bo remembered. But only for a moment. “I get shit from the guys about it. But they get it even if they don’t know how deep my love for you is. Brothers, we were brothers. I just don’t want you to think I’m looking for something that you’re not comfortable with.”
    “And if I get a matching one with your name down my back would you be okay with that?” Bo asked, the idea taking hold now. He’d never inked his body while his teammates did. Not that he had a problem with it. Nothing ever meant that much to him to make it a part of him. Except Dylan, and he didn’t know if Dylan would want him to take that step.
    “You’ll risk outing yourself to have my name on your back? It’s football, man, not the military. You know how homophobic some of those guys are.” Dylan stood in front of him. Arms up and over his shoulders. He gazed up the two inches he needed to see into Bo’s eyes. His heart shining in the blue depths for Bo to see.
    “And the military is so open and accepting now that Don’t Ask Don’t Tell is gone? I know you take shit from the homophobes, brothers or no brothers.”
    “Actually they thought I was a crazy stalker fan. No one believed that I knew you. Okay except for the few who managed to get in on our Skype sessions, god, you don’t know how much I wanted to tell you all those times.”
    “Tell me what?” Bo felt the wall behind his back, it was cold and unmoving. The body in front of him hot and unyielding. His brain finally possibly fizzled out and his dick took over the thinking.
    “How much I really missed you. How much you meant to me. How much I wanted to be with you. How much I wanted to suck your dick. How much I loved you. That if we were different we could get married. Maybe have a couple of kids or dogs or something. That I’d die for you.” The words were accompanied by kisses. More sweet kisses,