An Officer and His Gentleman by Ryan Field Page B

They smelled really good."
"If I had seen you, I probably would have waved or something," Chance said. "But as it happens, I didn't see you." He refused to look him in the eye. He sat up straight and adjusted his shoulders. "I'm glad you found the sweatpants, though. I didn't want you to think I'd stolen them or anything."
Brody laughed, but he didn't have a chance to respond because Sarah tugged on Chance's arm and said, "Mike and I are leaving now. He'll drive me home."
Chance tilted his head and his eyes widened as he forced a smile and stared at her. He wanted to say, Don't you dare leave me here with him . But he couldn't say that aloud.
Brody smiled and placed his hands on Chance's shoulders. "You guys go on and have fun. I'll make sure he gets back to his car okay." He patted Chance on the shoulder a couple of times.
Mike and Sarah stood. She laughed and said, "Oh, I'll bet you will."
When they were gone, Brody leaned forward and whispered, "I'm sorry I freaked out last week, man. It's just that I really like you, is all. I can't stop thinking about you."
Chance took a deep breath. When he exhaled, his shoulders slumped forward. "I like you too," he said, "but I'm not in a great place right now, and it's not a good time to get serious with anyone." He looked up and stared into Brody's blue eyes, and his heart thumped a few times and he felt a jerk between his legs. Brody looked good that night: He wore faded jeans and a tight green T-shirt with a black snake imprint across the front.
Brody leaned back and smiled, then he raised his hands."That's cool, man. We can be friends." Then he leaned forward and whispered, "You want to take a walk back to the parking lot?"
Chance put his hand over his mouth and smiled. "I was just about to leave. You can walk me back to my car." Then he turned and pointed his index finger. "But that's it. I'm getting into my car and going home early tonight. Just friends."
But on the way out of the bar, Brody reached down and touched his ass when no one was looking. Chance tried to walk faster but got stuck behind a couple of women who couldn't find their keys. As they waited, Brody squeezed his ass a few times. He pressed his lips together, reached back slowly, and smacked Brody's hand.
When they were out in the dark parking lot, Brody started to slip his hand down his pants. He tried to jerk away, but Brody grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled him up against his side. "I thought we were going to be friends," Chance said, pushing against Brody's hard chest to step back.
"We are," Brody said. "We're going to be really good friends."
He tried to pull away, but Brody was fast. He put his arm around his waist, leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. When Brody's wet tongue entered his mouth, Chance's arms went limp and his penis started to swell. The harder Brody held him, the weaker he became. Their tongues pressed together and slowly rotated. He closed his eyes and saw beams of light he never knew existed. When they finally stopped kissing, he leaned into Brody's side and they walked slowly to the Cadillac.
It was a two-door convertible. When Brody opened the passenger door and pushed the front seat forward, Chance hesitated for a moment. He wasn't sure he wanted to get into the back seat with him again—it would only lead to more complications in his life. But Brody started to take off his shirt right there in the parking lot. Chance raised his hands and asked, "What are you doing now?"
"The past few times we've been together, all I did was unzip my pants and pull out my dick," he said. "I want to get naked, too."
When he talked dirty like that, he smiled and his voice became deep and mysterious. He kicked off his shoes and pulled down his pants. He leaned against the open door to pull them off his feet. When he jerked at the fabric, he lost his balance and knocked into Chance. He grabbed Chance's shoulder for support, and his erection hit Chance's leg. He smiled, stood back, then pulled