The Henchmen's Officer [ M/M]

08 - Chapter Eight - Ryer Kelly's Point Of View.

I watched Sasha close his eyes, the same way I did when I thought about my time in the ops and how they had discharged me. I was aware of how uncomfortable now I made him, But he was a great-looking man. I was sure he knew this thought.

I could honestly just enjoy watching him for a long time. His eyes flicked open, and he spoke again.

"Were you watching me?"

"Sorry?" I said more like a question than anything else.

"It's fine. I've watched you a few times so."

"Oh, have you?" I teased him.

He shivered as the ice packs finally got too much for him.

"Here let me remove those from your back."

"Alright."

I stood up again and just picked up the four corners of the towel. I went and threw the towel in the laundry after stuffing all the ice packs back in the freezer making sure they were flat. I went back to Sasha who just laid there, his shirt still up.

I touched his back, laying my warm hand on his spine. Remembering that I said I would tell him I would touch him, I removed my hand.

"Hey. Put your hand back, It was warm."

I placed my hand back on his spine for a moment before I used both hands to massage his lower spine. He let out a hiss, and I stopped.

"Sorry did I hurt you?"

"No. Not at all."

I put my hands back on his spine and pushed into his skin and muscle. He kept his mouth shut and just laid there. I figured he was enjoying the feeling of my warm fingers on his icy skin. He slowly relaxed more into the couch. His words of how he was axed flowing through me, I knew what it was like to have someone turn on you.

"They numbered my special ops days right from the day I got my second-in-command promotion. But I never thought it would end the way it had. In the end, I was discharged and blamed for things that happened well we were on a mission. I lost my best friend, someone I looked up to. He only had two more missions before he was going to leave active service. He was shot in the back of the head, in a dark room. Someone on our own team had taken him down. I turned my weapon on them, but not one of them claimed the kill. When we returned to base, I was discharged. The last time I got to wear my uniform was when they settled my captain and best friend in the dirt."

I felt Sasha move. I used my hands to hold him still; I didn't want to admit that at this moment I didn't want him to move; he was the only one keeping me at this moment. Here and now.

"That is horrible."

"It was one of the worst days of my life. It only got worse when I found out the full extent of the discharge. I wasn't even allowed to help other soldiers recover and heal anymore, I had done that on my off days when we weren't in other countries on missions."

"I still have friends in some high places, if this ever gets old and you want to see about going back to your original calling," Sasha said softly, catching me off guard.

"No, God no. Those days are over, I'll never go back to that shit. I like my job, I'm still helping people here. These guys are my family, I trust them with my life."

Sasha just hummed back at me, and I took that as him understanding. He spoke again.

"Is that why you don't go by Ryerson?"

"Ryerson was the man I was when I went into that battle, Ryer was the man I came back."

"How did you come to be here?"