Captain

Dangers of A Fired Gun

The water puddled at his feet from the onslaught of the heavy flow from the shower head. Knox wanted to kill himself. There was one thing about waking up next to your superior in the same room the man owned and there was one thing about remembering every god-forsaken detail about the night they shared in the man's also very owned office.

His eyes were closed as the water rushed down his face and body. His entire mood was fogged up and his literal brain activity was on overdrive. He didn't even have time to process the moment his eyes opened and he was shoved into a confused gear by Victor's strikingly handsome features right next to his, on a bed he had no clue how he got on.

It had been the mercy of god that he woke up before Victor and immediately got himself out of there as stealthily as he could. It was a fucking disgrace he had to do the walk of shame from his superior's bed back into his own room where Aaron, the nosy fuck, awaited him.

But for some reason, the bastard who needed to know everyone's secret didn't question him, just watched him run inside from his laid-back position on the bed with clear inquisition on his face and smiled.

Knox wasn't going to stand here in the shower and act like he hadn't been steaming with want for Victor but the realization had been so sudden. The rush and, the lust that all concluded into a ball of immediate attraction had stimulated him, along with the alcohol.

Victor, that goddamn son of a bitch.

His ass was hurting like a motherfucker. His body ached all over and his skin, oh god his skin was littered with bruises and hickies. Victor had thoroughly sunk his teeth into any area he wanted. The man fucked him, with every intention to break him he was sure.

Knox was feeling the punishment now, right up his spine. Knox groaned in disbelief. How was he going to face the man without going bright in the cheeks? There was no plausible way he could blame it on being drunk. He could but how would Victor take it?

Knox wanted to regret fucking the man like he did but he didn't. Even now he could still feel the pulsing of Victor's rock-hard cock just drilling into his hole, driving him insane in the worst positions a man could be in.

Knox grimaced at the scrapes on his knees from being thrown onto them, manhandled with ease to the floor with his hands being drawn backwards to arch his spine in a way he never knew it could bend into. He was fucked so good he was still reeling with the after-effects. Knox, him, a man who has never had a pole up his ass before felt like it was an injustice that he had never, not once discovered how fucking awesome it would feel but that feeling also came with a strong of emotion of fear.

A knock on the door snapped Knox out of his thoughts. He turned the shower off.

"You're gonna be late for duty if you don't get your butt out here!" Aaron screamed from outside. Knox sighed. He was keyed all the way up and the water was washing all the anxiety down the drain but now he had to face reality.

He stepped out, dried himself and threw his clothes on. He turned the bathroom door and stepped out. Aaron was at the front, squatting to tie his shoelaces.

Aaron looked up then smirked at him. Knox stared back while quirking his brow.

"What?" Knox said feeling self-conscious. He felt like the world could see what he did with the captain. His superior. The man who trained him for three years had been in his ass. That was a fucking problem.

Fuck.

"You can't dry your hair now because you took too long," Aaron said straightening. His muscles rippled in his white shirt as he stood. His smile reached his ears and he looked—Knox stopped the thought before it formed. Knox's eyes quirked at the small realization that Aaron was a tall and ripped goddamn son of a bitch.