Craig kissed him, softly and almost quickly. Alun decided he wasn’t having that. When Craig tried to pull back, Alun followed him to keep their lips fused. Getting the drift, Craig rewarded him with a slow, deep kiss that caused their tongues to dance and weave in Alun’s mouth. This was something that he could become addicted to. It sent sparks through the rest of his body, urging his cock to greater hardness. It pulsed within its confines, a needy thing that made itself known.
He found he couldn’t ignore it, rolling his hips to create friction. The intensity of the pleasure made him moan. He did it again, trying to find the right angle and rhythm to inspire his dick to reach greater heights of arousal. His balls tingled in a way that he’d forgotten, but he knew what awaited him if he kept up his efforts. He poured more passion into his kiss, clinging now to Craig’s shirt to press closer.
Craig broke the kiss. “Whoa, now. Is this what you really want?”
“Yes.” Alun bucked hard and had to bite back a loud groan, not that anyone was likely paying them any attention. Although it was mostly quiet, he could still hear some sex noises coming from their compatriots. This time, the sound inspired him to seek his own pleasure.
“Okay, baby, if that’s what you want, I’m going to give it to you.”
Alun had no idea what he meant until Craig slithered his hand between them and unsnapped his pants. A second later, that hand was past the waistband of his small clothes and oh, yes, mother of God, Craig had wrapped his strong fingers around his shaft. He jerked it with long, slow strokes while capturing Alun’s mouth once more in a deep kiss.
Alun panted through the hand job, knowing from long-ago experience the right way to work with that hand. He snapped his hips to force Craig to pick up speed, while practically devouring the man with his mouth. He gripped his arms and pressed a leg between Craig’s, bumping his knee against that erection he’d detected not long ago. He wanted to give as much as he was getting, but the pleasure was too intense and his need too pent-up for him to last. With a muted cry, he came. Once again, his lungs froze, this time from the intensity of the climax rather than fear. His brain shut off and his anxieties fled, leaving him with a bright light behind his eyelids and an exquisite feeling that he was floating.
When his balls had emptied and there was no cum left to shoot, he went limp. Then his mind went dark and there were no more bad dreams.
* * * *
Alun fluttered his eyelashes to clear the sleep from them. The plane had landed and everyone was getting up and pulling their gear together. Sun streaked through the tiny windows. Beside him, Craig was also awake, still on his side, although now he was propped on his elbow, staring down at Alun with a look of uncertainty.
Alun smiled. “Good morning.”
With obvious relief, Craig returned the look. “Good morning. How are you feeling?”
“Fine. Refreshed, like.” Peering at himself, he saw that everything was in its proper place, no spent cock peeking out of his pants. It made him think fairies had visited him in the night. Of course, it was Craig’s doing. Had to be.
He eyed him. “Did you sleep well?”
“Sure did. But you know, in the army you learn to sleep wherever you are, whenever you can. This luxurious plane made it easy.”
Alun tried to remember exactly what had happened after he’d come. He was pretty sure he’d simply passed out. He checked Craig’s pants and saw that tell-tale bulge again. “You didn’t get off?” he asked in a whisper.
Craig shook his head, then said, “You don’t need to worry about me.”
“That’s not fair.”
“It is as far as I’m concerned. Besides, even if you’d gotten me off a few dozen times last night, I’d still be hard for you.”
“Oh.” Alun didn’t know what to say in response to that declaration. His cheeks heated, though.
In the next instant, he forgot all about arousals and orgasms, because Val boomed out an order for everyone to get moving and help unload the cargo hold. That reminded him of who was in there. He leaped to his feet so fast that his head swam for a second.
“Easy, there,” Craig said as he steadied him.
“I don’t want to loaf around. We need to do as Val said.”
“Okay, I’m right behind you.”
They disembarked in the dry heat of a Greek mountainside. This was the warrior Christos’ home, and the house, barn, field and even the hangar were beautifully made. He could well understand why the man had often stated how much he longed to return to it. He hurried to help with the unloading and was dismayed to find Val frowning at the trunk.
“What the fuck did we put in here?”
“Oh, that’s mine.” Alun raced over. “It’s got extra…stuff—comfort items mostly, in case we have to survive in the desert.” He turned his expression neutral, having learned well how to lie.
Val shrugged. “Okay. We’re putting everything in the hangar for now, then loading it later into the helos. Do you need help?”
Craig came up. “I’ve got it.”
Val clapped Craig on the back and left them to it. Between them, they carried it into the hangar, Alun leading the way. He headed for the very back corner. It was cooler there and as private as he could manage in the large space that was also occupied by two helicopters. One of them served as a privacy shield as well.
Craig eyed him as they set it down. “Do I really want to know what’s in here?”
“I told you.”
“Uh-huh.” When the man continued to stare him down, Alun understood that he didn’t believe him.
“No, you don’t,” he decided to confess. “But I promise it’s nothing to interfere with the mission.”
“Okay.”
“You believe me?”
Craig leaned over and kissed him on the end of his nose. “I trust you.”
With that he left, and after a short while, the others left the hangar, too. Christos had offered a hearty meal and showers for everyone before they would have to get ready to leave. Alun was desperate for a wash himself, but he couldn’t take care of himself until he’d checked on Annika. He held his breath as he opened the trunk and there she was, curled up the way he’d seen her when they’d left Boston. His hand shook as he reached down to feel her pulse. It was slow and steady, just as she’d said it would be. There was nothing more to be done, so after closing the lid again and latching it, he went inside with the others.
Chapter Nine
“You have a beautiful home. Do I even want to know how it comes with two military-grade helos?”
Christos turned from where he was looking over the cliff in the back of his house and faced Craig. “Thank you, and no, you don’t. I have always thought I’d found the best place on Earth to settle down in. I hadn’t truly realized it until we landed. I almost kissed the ground, I was so happy to be back.” His face fell. “There’s only one thing missing.”
“We’ll get him. It’s only a matter of time now.”
Christos nodded and went back to staring out. “But will he come with me? Can I convince him to join me here?”
Craig scratched the back of his neck. “I don’t know, man.”