Page 106 of The Long Way Found

"Those boys at the gym reminded me of when we were on the baseball team,” Luke said. “You were the BMOC going into your senior year.”

“You were the heavy hitter, as I recall, made varsity as a sophomore. You were so sexy. The smell of grass and dirt still turns me on.”

“I was so in love with you, Jack," Luke said quietly. "You were everything I wanted to be and everything I wanted to have. Even if it killed me when you left."

"Luke, I'm back now. Only took me twenty years, but I am back."

"Stop. I know." Luke touched his hand. "But you were major in my life, Colonel. And, can I say this without you thinking it's a big deal?"

"Shoot."

Luke paused. "I never stopped thinking about you."

Jack choked up, and a tear came to one eye.

"Same, Luke," Jack said. "After my divorce, I looked you up online and asked around about you. Not in a stalker way. I just wanted to make sure you were alive, healthy, and happy."

"You did?"

"Yeah. When I retired and got those other offers I told you about, there was no contest when my dad sent me the opening at CRU. And then when I saw you that first day at The Ridge..." He smiled. "I thought, 'Whoa, you're in trouble now, Garrison.'"

"Were you?" Luke asked. "In trouble?"

"Oh, yeah." Jack squeezed his hand. "The best kind. Still in it. Deep."

Luke leaned in and kissed him. "You're gonna be in trouble now if we don't get this food in my belly soon."

They laughed and headed into the store.

On the drive back, they barely made it out of the parking lot.

Their fingers laced together over the console, a touch that could've been innocent but had a mind of its own. Their eyes met. Jack's jaw was set, his breathing quickened. Luke knew they were thinking the same thing.

Inside the Jeep, they grabbed each other and kissed furiously, hands groping, each of them reaching for the other’s belt. They stopped at the same time and looked at each other with a mutual stare that said: I want your dick right now. But not here, obviously.

Jack drove about a hundred yards before pulling off onto a quiet lane and parking behind a stand of fir trees and blooming azaleas.

"I can't wait anymore," Jack said, pulling Luke's face to his.

Their lips crushed together. Buckles came undone in record time.

They pushed their pants down far enough, grabbed each other's cocks, and jerked each other off in a frenzy, faces just inches from each other.

They came together in a breathtaking rush, even faster than when they were kids, hard and from the gut.

Jack extended his cum-covered fingers to Luke, who took each one into his mouth, licking them clean. Jack reached over and swiped some off Luke's jeans, leaning down to suck the puddle from Luke's belly button like a shot of whiskey.

They burst out laughing and drove the rest of the way in silence, hands clasped on Luke's knee.

At Jack’s place, they quietly put away the groceries and settled on the couch, scrolling on their phones and channel surfing absentmindedly.

The rest of the week was like that, too. Fun, playful, and sexy. No pressure, no worries. They stayed home over the weekend, ordered pizza again, and watched a Tom Cruise "Mission: Impossible" movie.

"Can we agree on one thing?" Jack asked when it was over.

"Sure, what?"

"Henry Cavill is one gorgeous stud."