3 weeks and 5 days later, Iain and Sam returned to base. The tour had ended. Iain picked up his mail and was surprised to see a letter from Dylan. He stuffed it into his pocket. He couldn't let Sam see it.
With the melee of everyone getting ready to go home, Iain forgot about the letter until they were on the plane home. Reading the words he smiled. Please come home to me. Iain had never really given leaving loved ones behind much thought. He'd never kept a girlfriend long enough to miss them. He knew his mum and sister missed him, in their own ways. But to know Dylan had missed him as much as he had Dylan made him happy. Dylan had said he was going to try and be away for their return. Iain looked over at Sam. She didn't look particularly happy and he wondered if Dylan had written to her too.
Once off the plane, Sam went to say goodbye. "Dylan not picking you up?"
Sam shook her head. "He's got another hospital job. Said he was bored of the country life."
"So you're not seeing him at all?"
"Oh, I'll be seeing him at the weekend. He said he wanted to talk."
"I'm sorry Sam." Iain hugged her.
"It's fine. It was a bit of a whirlwind romance. I always knew he wasn't keen on being a country GP. He had big plans for his career. It's right that he doesn't ignore them. Especially as he helped me with my own career. I almost quit but he persuaded me to keep going. He has such a way with words."
"Who'll get to keep Dervla?"
"Dervla?" Sam was sure she hadn't mentioned Dervla to anyone.
"Your puppy...." Iain realised his mistake. Sam hadn't told him about Dervla.
"She's Dylan's puppy. I only agreed because I knew how much he wanted one. And I thought it would give him someone to talk to whilst I was away." Sam knew she should be suspicious. But Iain was her friend and both he and Dylan were not gay.
"I'm sure he was glad that you were so thoughtful."
"You're sweet. I hope things work out with Denise."
Iain watched as Sam made her way over to the bus queue. Iain lived in the barracks and headed outside to begin his walk.
*****
Iain didn't notice the Land Rover parked up outside his quarters or Dylan sat waiting for him.
Dylan smiled when he saw Iain walking along, totally oblivious to his presence. Maybe sneaking up behind an army officer wasn't his best idea in the world, as he lay winded on the ground.
"God Dylan, I'm so sorry!"
Iain offered Dylan a hand to help him up. Dylan grabbed hold, but pulled Iain down on top of him. "I'm dying, I need the kiss of life."
"Is that your expert opinion Doctor.....Dylan?" It suddenly dawned on Iain that he didn't even know Dylan's second name. He knew Sam had kept her maiden name for the army.
"It is very much my expert opinion."
They kissed. Tongues exploring each other's mouths, both breathless and wanting more.
"Let's get you inside and into my bed."
Dylan was surprised to see it was just like student accommodation. They each had their own room.
"I would offer you something to eat, but I doubt the other lads have been shopping recently."
"It's fine. I have you."
"Shit Dylan, you do things to me."
Iain undressed himself. The uniform felt tight down there and he was relieved to just be stood in his underwear. Dylan followed suit, pushing Iain backwards onto the bed.
Iain shivered as Dylan eased his underwear down, moaning when Dylan took him into his mouth. "That feels so good." Iain resisted the urge to just fuck Dylan's mouth. "I'm going to cum De-De."
Dylan swallowed Iain's release, as he inserted a slick finger into him. Iain moaned as Dylan expertly found his prostrate. He moaned as Dylan's cock slammed inside him. Both moaning as Iain came again, Dylan following seconds later.
They lay there together in each other's arms, falling asleep, happy and content.
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