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Chapter 2

Steve stepped out of the military quarters at the Washington base where he had been confined for three weeks, submitting his report on the strange events that had accompanied his last mission in Romania. He was relieved to finally leave the base and be alone with himself because since his return, he had shared a dorm with three other soldiers. While they were very friendly, they prevented Steve from thinking as he wanted. He was now on a two-week leave while the headquarters examined his statements. However, he had to remain in the US capital in case he was recalled, so he had rented a small studio in a budget-friendly neighborhood. After half an hour on public transport haunted by memories of Charlie, he arrived at his new home, lost in his thoughts, as always when he had time to reflect. His encounter with the redhead, their kisses, but also their conversation, haunted his memories. He wanted to see this man again, kiss him once more, and explore his body. He wanted to decipher the mysteries he had left behind—the war he had spoken of and how he had managed to render Steve unconscious and deposit him in the Washington military base without anyone seeing them. More than that, he wanted to get to know the man he had fallen for. He wondered how he could have fallen in love with Charlie so quickly, for he was honest with himself; he was head over heels for this man and would do a lot to see him again. Lost in his daydreams, he didn't immediately realize that he was sitting in the middle of his rental studio, a small smile playing on his lips.

"Hey!"

Steve jumped and turned quickly to the redhead, whose smile had widened.

"What...? How?"

Charlie's smile grew even broader as he stood up, trapping Steve between the sink and his body. Steve moaned at the contact; all he wanted was to devour the tempting lips before him.

"The 'how' can wait," Charlie replied in a sensual voice. "And as for what I'm doing here, I think you know, that you too felt the connection that was created between us when you kissed me in that bar."

Relieved to know he wasn't the only one who had experienced that lightning bolt of attraction, Steve lunged for the redhead's lips. Though Charlie was smaller than him, he was more muscular and experienced, quickly taking control of the kiss. The intertwining of their tongues, the movement of their lips, the hands exploring each other's backs, and the bodies pressed together made Steve dizzy. He moaned with pleasure and frustration, feeling an urgent need for more, to become one with Charlie. He noticed he wasn't the only one feeling this existential craving when he found himself naked—without really understanding when Charlie had undressed them—on the bed, the redhead, equally undressed, on top of him, kissing him with even more fervor. He felt his mind spinning under the sensations evoked by his soon-to-be lover and the necessity of having him inside him. Before Charlie, he had never desired a man within him, but at that moment, there was nothing he had wanted more in his life, and Charlie only fueled that need further by stroking him closer to his intimate parts. Yet, Charlie's freckled hand didn't stop at his extremely hard member; it slid lower until it reached his entrance, teasing a finger inside, to which Steve eagerly impaled himself, sighing contentedly as he felt it in that spot. The soldier began to move his hips with enthusiasm, feeling no pain as his lover added more fingers to prepare him. However, he groaned with frustration when the void and the need for Charlie overwhelmed him.

"I'm coming," the redhead whispered in his ear with a charming smile.

He stretched out above him, supporting himself on one arm while using the other to guide his taut member into the warm haven. Steve heard him murmur a few words in an unknown language, but paid no attention; he was too captivated by the pleasure of having his lover inside him. The pleasure he felt was immediately intense; Charlie's thrusts made him see stars and cry out in ecstasy. The mouth nipping at his neck sensitized his skin, and the moans escaping his lover's lips drove him wild. After an embrace that seemed both brief and long, Steve reached paradise with a cry of rapture, quickly followed by his lover who paused for a moment before resuming his movements. The soldier, who hadn't thought it possible, felt desire rekindle, his member standing at attention, and he quickly flipped his partner under him to take control of the proceedings. This time, they took the time to explore each other's bodies, observing, kissing and caressing each other as they gently united. They told each other how they felt so well that they reached seventh heaven together, crying out each other's name against his lips. Steve collapsed onto Charlie's chest, who closed his arms around him, and before they knew it, they were both asleep.

When Steve awoke, a sweet smell of coffee wafted through the apartment and the delicious vision of Charlie reading at the window, dressed only in boxer shorts, his long hair framing his face, filled him with love and happiness.

"'Hi," muttered the soldier, who couldn't understand why he hadn't been awakened by the noises in the studio.

"Hey," replied Charlie, putting down his book and joining him on the bed for a languorous kiss.

"I was going to go for a run, but I think I'll change my plans."

The redhead smiled at him, but placed himself out of his reach, which made him frown and wonder if something was wrong.

"Go for a run, we'll need to have a chat afterwards. I've got an appointment in twenty minutes anyway."

Steve closed up at those words, wondered what kind of appointment Charlie could have after their first night together and realized he knew close to nothing about this man he was in love with.

"A date?" he asked, bitterly.

Charlie smiled even more and came back against him, put an arm around his waist and held his face inches from his to answer in a whisper.

"With the embassy for my stay here, but don't worry, I'll be back here afterwards to chat and make love to you again and again."

Steve felt foolish for reacting so insecurely and at the same time delighted with the proposed schedule. He placed his lips on the redhead's and kissed him tenderly, his arms encircled the speckled neck and he glued their torsos together as well as their pelvises. Fever overtook them, their hands more insistent on each other's bodies, but Charlie suddenly put a meter's distance between them.

"I haven't got time for this. Go for a run, we'll meet up later." he said as he dressed, his breath a little short.

Steve remained motionless, naked, kneeling on the bed, short of breath and with the beginnings of an erection. He tried to calm his ardor, without any real success; the sight of his lover made him want to stop him, to prevent him from putting his clothes back on. Charlie finished getting ready, came to his side and cupped his face to kiss him. Steve moaned when he felt his lips on his, but even more when the redhead's hand moved down his body and grazed his erection. He protested as Charlie pulled away and opened the door.

"See you later." he breathed before stepping out and closing the door behind him.

Steve remained motionless for a moment, trying to ignore the problem his lover had amplified, but he couldn't get out of bed, couldn't calm down, so he took the time to stroke himself, thinking about the previous night before finally managing to clear his head and go for a run.

It was only when he returned, after thirty minutes of running and fifteen of various exercises, once under the shower, that he was assailed by doubt. He mentally went over everything he knew about his lover, which wasn't much, and realized that there were many things that didn't add up, that weren't even possible. For example, how could Charlie leave for the British Embassy five minutes before his appointment when it would take an hour to get there by public transport and not be late? How had he managed to get into the apartment without breaking the lock? How could he have fought in a war in Romania when there were no wars in Europe? How could he have brought him back to America?

With his head in his thoughts, he got out of the shower and poured himself a cup of coffee, which he didn't drink, trying to understand his situation and wondering if he wasn't being instrumentalized in some way.