Sam scrubbed the dish under the scalding hot water. He winced. The harsh soap dried out his hands even as the water ran over them.
Almost done,
he thought, wrinkling his nose at the pungent chemical smell. If there was any task he hated more than doing the compound's dishes, he couldn't think of it. There was something about taking care of other people's food waste that was particularly repulsive to him.
Hell, he'd rather be cleaning out the bathrooms.
Sighing, he dropped the clean plate into the drying rack with the others. Melamine clattered together, the hollow plastic sound echoing through the empty kitchen. He picked up a bowl...
only three left
, he told himself, grabbing the sponge once again.
How did the soldiers make so many dishes?
he wondered with a tired sigh. It felt like he'd been washing for hours.
"Hey," a soft voice came from the small door of the kitchen.
Sam looked up, a smile spreading across his face when he saw his friend. "Trent!" he said with excitement, letting the dish fall back into the sink.
"One and the same," Trent chuckled, moving into the room.
His friend had been gone for almost a week, flying courier for the generals.
Sam turned off the water, drying his stinging hands on a rough towel. "I was starting to worry you were dead!"
"Nah," Trent said, embracing him, "There was no danger this time. We were just visiting the other bases."
Sam hugged him back, giving Trent's bottom a squeeze. Trent gasped. "That's good to hear," he said, their faces close.
The faint odor of fuel, filtered air, and unwashed bodies in the close corridors of a cockpit hung over Trent, making Sam shiver. He hadn't shaved recently, Sam noticed, the dark stubble patchy on his friend's cheeks and chin. But Sam didn't mind. He bent his head to kiss Trent, his lips open and inviting. Trent kissed back, leaning into Sam with a soft sigh, raising up on his toes to get a better angle.
Sam hoisted him by his bottom, pressing him into the tall refrigerator behind them. His tongue explored Trent's mouth. His breath grew heavy. A tingle ran through his body, causing his cock to awaken with a little jump. Trent cupped his hands on Sam's cheeks, thumbs running over his jawline as if trying to pull Sam even closer.
When they disengaged, both breathing heavy, Trent said, "I guess you missed me?"
Sam chuckled with a nod, feeling light-headed and aroused.
"I missed you, too," Trent replied, "And..." he gestured to their slightly precarious position. "Whatever this is."
Sam snorted, trailing a finger down Trent's chest. He went in for another kiss, but Trent pulled away.
"We ever gonna talk about this?" Trent asked, raising an eyebrow.
Sam sighed, his cock was throbbing and his whole body tingling with arousal. "Do we
have
to have this conversation now?" he asked, nuzzling against Trent's face, kissing the corner of his mouth and then tickling the tip of his tongue up to the other's earlobe.
Trent emitted a sharp gasp, but put Sam at arm's length, both hands on his chest. Sam glanced at those hands with hunger. He wanted them all over his naked body, not pushing him away.
"Why not?" Trent said, "I've been gone for a while. Had a lot of time to think."
Sam groaned. "But nothing has changed," he said, "We don't know what the officers would do if they found out about us. They could start sending us on more assignments that keep us apart."
