Out of the Closet [A Jarheads Novel]
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by Sean Michael
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica
Description: Following the first two "Jarheads" books, Three Day Passes and Tempering, Out of the Closet continues the story of Jim "Rock" South, Dick Main, and Alex "Rigger" Roberts. Rock has retired from the Marines, and the boys are moving to California to find the kind of life where they don't have hide their love, don't have to live in fear of losing jobs and getting their butts kicked, just for being who they are. They settle in California, ready for the good life. What they find is that life goes on, with all of the troubles and happy times they've always had, making them ever more grateful that they have each other. If you're a Jarheads fan you won't want to miss this one. And if you've never experienced these boys before, Out of the Closet will make a fan out of you. Contains graphic homosexual sex.
eBook Publisher: Torquere Press, 2004 http://www.torquerepress.com
eBookwise Release Date: December 2004
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [584 KB]
Reading time: 384-538 min.
Retired Gunnery Sergeant Jim "Rock" South put on the right turn signal and turned off the highway. He rubbed his hand over his high and tight--unlike Dick, there was no way he was letting his hair grow long just because he was out of the service. Twenty years was long enough that a man made habits he was happy with. He glanced into the side mirror, making sure Dick was still behind them in the truck. It wasn't going to be long now. Fuck, he was tired.
He'd had to wake Rig about an hour ago to navigate. The blond curls had been resting against his shoulder, Rig's skinny body leaning against him. Maybe not the safest way to drive, but damn, it made the time pass more pleasantly. He didn't mind driving, but they'd been pushing it, trying to get to the new house on the coast in good time. Rig wasn't sleeping anyway. It made sense to just press on as hard as possible, him and the kid trading off the extra vehicle with Rig taking catnaps in between. First thing they were going to do was set up the bed, and then he was going to fuck Rig until the man fell asleep.
The scenery had changed as they drove in, and he swore he could smell the ocean now, the air salty and cool. And greasy. Oh, Jack in the Box.
"Give the kid a call, tell him we're picking up take-out at the drive-through coming up." They could fuck after they ate.
"Hmm?" Rig blinked, grey eyes red-rimmed and exhausted, then grabbed the cell. "Oh. Right. Food. You want him to get it while we wait?" Rig didn't wait for his nod, just dialed. "Pretty. Rock wants Jack in the Crack. Get him his favorite--ultimate cheeseburger--no lettuce or onions, double fries, chocolate shake."
He grunted and nodded. "Make sure you get Rig something, too," he called out. Not that the kid wouldn't, but Rig needed to know they weren't going to let him continue to live on coffee and cigarettes and, oh yeah, he'd noticed the fucking cigarettes were back.
He heard the kid's laugh, saw Rig roll those eyes. Then the phone was turned off, Rig leaning back against him. "I can smell the ocean."
"Yeah. It's going to be weird having it right out the back door. How long you think we have 'til we get there?" he asked as he pulled off, waiting for Dick to go through the drive-through.
"This is the north side of town, the house is south. Fifteen, twenty minutes?" Rig gave him a grin. "It doesn't seem real."
He returned Rig's grin, putting his arm around his lover. "No? The drive has seemed real enough."
"God, yes. I'm glad we decided not to stop and see Momma. We'd still be there and have two days of drive ahead of us."
He nodded. "Moving's not a good time to be visiting family." He would have popped Bobby for sure, Rig's asshole brother always a sore point. Tired and ready to get settled as he was? Rock knew he'd have barely managed polite, and Rig's momma deserved better than that.
"You got that shit right, Blue." Rig nodded, shifted restlessly. "I just want things put to rights, you know? Want to see our place, make it good."
They'd only seen the little house on the beach once, when they'd come out to have Rig interview with the Johnson Clinic. They'd made an offer on it and on a bigger place that needed less work about three miles off the coast. None of them had been disappointed when the beach house contract stuck, even if it meant fixing things.
"Make it ours." He winked over at his Rabbit. "Fuck our brains out all over the place."
He got a low, sexy chuckle, those grey eyes shining. "Oh, they let retired Marines fuck still? You sure?"
He growled softly. "I'd like to see them try to stop me."