war-torn

Three

The night before they were due to leave for the training exercise, Sam decided to phone her husband. She needed to hear his voice. Even if Dylan was only reciting Rudyard Kipling to her. When the beeps sounded, Dylan paused.

"I love you Dylan." The line cut off before Dylan could respond.

Sam sighed. She couldn't allow herself to be worried about her marriage right now.

"You okay?"

Sam looked up at Iain. "He's so infuriating at times. You know, he just recited Kipling to me rather than actually talk to me."

"Kipling? As in the guy that makes those French fancies?"

Sam smiled. This is where she appreciated Dylan and his love of literature. "No, the poet."

"You didn't tell me your other half was a poet?" Iain went all breathless as he imagined Dylan reading out poetry to him.

"He really isn't. He's a bloody good doctor though. Are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm all good. It's going to be a long wait to use the phone tonight by the look of it."

"Just make sure you're ready 6am sharp."

Iain watched Sam as she headed off to the living quarters. Now, all he had to do was wait till last before he made his call.

*****

Dylan had been disappointed that it was Sam that had called him and not Iain. He really wasn't being awkward when he had decided to recite Kipling to Sam. She had once told him she found it sexy. He wondered if Iain would find it sexy too.

An hour later, Dylan was sitting on the sofa in a futile attempt at staying awake. He smiled as the phone rang, picking it up immediately.

"Iain."

"How did you know?"

"It was a logical assumption to make seeing as you start that training tomorrow."

"Can you read me Kipling too?"

"You spoke to Sam?"

"Just briefly after her call. There was a reason I waited until last."

"I thought you didn't want to wank off in public?"

"I know. I can't stand the thought of not hearing your voice for a few weeks."

"Do you really want me to recite Kipling? Or would you rather me talk dirty to you?" Iain's breathy moan made Dylan smile. "Touch yourself, imagine I'm there with you, my mouth on your cock."

Dylan unzipped himself as he listened to Iain on the other end of the phone. "Dyl....god.....hot...."

"Call me De-De. It's a name a friend of mine called me once."

"De-De....are you...touching.....yourself too?" Dylan let out a moan. "...De-De....I need to cum...."

"Not yet! Give me a moment." Dylan wanked himself harder.

"De-De please...."

Iain begging sent shivers up Dylan's spine. "Okay, cum now."

Iain groaned. Dylan growled. They both came.

"De-De, that was wow."

"I want you to beg when we next meet."

The phone went silent briefly. They had a minute left. "We're definitely seeing each other again?"

"Of course. I'll need to think of an excuse to not be around here when you finish the tour."

"Ok, take care of yourself De-De. I love you."

For the second time that evening, Dylan was cut off before he could reply. He still loved Sam. He always would, but he knew he'd be saddened if he never saw Iain again.

*****

Iain placed the receiver into the holder and got a fright when he turned around. "Goodness Simon. You scared me!"

"Well that was kinda hot. Watching you wank yourself off to your girlfriend."

"What?"

"De-De. Is that a nickname for Denise?"

"Um.....yes. Denise. Beautiful eyes, perfect mouth."

"A good shag?"

"Yes."

"Next time you speak to her, ask her if she has any friends."

"Yeah, sure. Will do."

Iain watched Simon slink away. Shit. Shit. Shit. Simon was the kind of guy that you really didn't want to mess with. Thank goodness Dylan had told him his nickname. He had to ask Dylan about that when he next saw him. Was it an ex that gave him that name?

*****

Dylan sat in the study composing a letter to Iain. He knew Iain wouldn't receive it until after his training but he had to let him know he was thinking about him.

Iain,

As you may have heard from Sam, I'm not very good at expressing my feelings. I do feel something for you and hope nothing bad happens to you out there.

Please come back to me,
De-De

Dervla whined at Dylan's feet. "It's okay girl. We'll go for a walk now." Dylan wrote out the envelope, placing the letter inside. He wanted to send Iain a new photo of himself. Too risky he mused.

"Come on Dervla, let's post this and you can have a run around that big field on the way home."