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Devil Dogged

Author(s): James Brock

The son of a general, Trent Green is the only one in his family not on a fast track military career, so he does the only thing he knows he will be a success at and joins the Corp, where he literally falls into the lap of the man of his dreams.  Noah Wilson is sweet, honorable, and takes Trent’s heart with his blazing smile.  Noah is also part of a religious sect that lives simply…very simply, with no electricity, no television, no dirty movies, and a lot of rules.  Trent hopes that the two of them can make something happen; that is, until the ‘accident’ which keeps him constantly broke, with no money to see a base run movie, much less pay his bus fare to Noah’s duty station.  When a conniving bartender offers Trent the chance to make some fast and easy (easy with BIG strings attached…) money, the young Marine finds himself in a seedy business. 
 
Excerpt:
“Language, Marine, language!” Noah Wilson, who was bobbing in the water far, far below me, yelled.  “Just JUMP!” he shouted again, smacking his hands against the flat water he was treading.

The constant swearing was the one thing about the Marines that Noah had trouble with.  I had been raised around it, so I was used to it.  I wasn’t afraid of anything – bullets, bad guys, witches with buckets of water.  I was just amazingly happy right then, standing on the edge of a huge rock quarry buck naked on a spectacularly sunny day, looking at the man I was falling in love with.  Noah’s grin made of moonbeams and lightning bolts sent a thrill down my spine every time I saw it.  Plummeting toward the water and Noah, I could not remember a time when I was happier.  Knifing into the cold water next to him, I went deep into the cold clear water before turning and kicking toward the surface, breaking the water not far from him.

I’m Trent Green, Gay Marine, Private First Class, a step above being a private, but a long way from my father’s rank of general.  I didn’t join the Corp to be hyper masculine to cover my gayness, and although it’s alright to be out in the military now, I wasn’t naïve enough to walk into the recruiter’s office wrapped in a rainbow flag.  I joined the Marines because I had been around the Corp my entire life.  My brothers and I were raised as Devil Pups, sons of a career Marine.  The old man was a general with two stars hanging on his collar.  He blew a gasket when I told him that I, the son of General Nathanial Green, had joined up like a regular guy instead of taking officers candidate training, but I wanted to be a ground Marine first.  It took the old man awhile to come around.  The general tended to get what he wanted, and I have to give him some credit.  As a middle child, I was the most difficult for him, I’m certain.  I can be headstrong, willful, and impulsive.  I threw a fit and wore pink tennis shoes for half of the year when I was in the third grade and once the general stopped making comments about my footgear, I stopped wearing them.  A lifetime spent in boarding schools with a military theme had given me a lot of useless information that from time to time did come in handy.  I can short sheet any bed in less than three minutes, make anyone wet the rack with a pan of warm water, and I am a master at the old hand-full-of-shaving-cream-then-tickle-their-nose routine.  I also know how to make a stink bomb that could clear a campus.  I know exactly where to put a dead fish in the heat ducts just before finals, and I have a dozen or so easy-to-put-together-from-readily-available-products that can, without taste or smell, induce sleepiness, vomiting, diarrhea, and one that will tint skin green. 
 
******

“I root for the underdog.  St. Louis has always been my team,” Noah said, his sexy grin all but hypnotizing me. 

Taking his hand, I gave him my name, and well, was pretty much hooked.  Noah was cute, funny, smart, and his total lack of self was captivating to me.  I went home with him on leave.  Of course, I would have followed him into the mouth of hell or into a Republican convention if it meant being with him. 

My time with Noah couldn’t have been better.  We did chores on the farm, took horseback rides, skinny dipped, and got to know each other…likes, dislikes, and we learned each other’s bodies like roadmaps.  I could read him like Braille and cherished every second our skin was touching.  I had fallen in love with him.  I knew it was fast, but the heart wants what it wants.  At the time, making a promise to be together seemed the most natural thing in the world, and I was more than willing to try and make it work, but that was before the ‘accident.’
 
******

“There’s this guy in town who runs a sort of business involving Marines.”

I fell off of a turnip truck, but not yesterday.  He didn’t need to paint a big colorful picture of what he meant, but I had to ask a few basics.

“You mean interviews about Marine life, history, that kind of stuff?”

Jordangrinned at me.  “Well, he does ask a lot about barracks activities and Marine life in general,” his grin came back.  “He likes uniforms, both dress and work.  What happens after that is up to you.”  His grin went even wider.
Pulling a business card from his pocket, Jordan slid it across the table to me.  It was for a bar in town, one of the gay bars everyone knew about.  With a knowing smile and a shrug, he watched me pick up the card.  “This guy is a bartender there…name’s Keith.  Everybody there knows him and can hook you up.  He gets you to the guy who does the actual work.”

“What do you get out of this?”

“Smart Marine.  You’ll do well and go far,” Jordan said as he took another slug of beer.  “It’s a business with this guy…a big business.  The more you do, the more work you get.  Some guys become favorites and do a lot because of that.  Some he just likes.  The money is good and the work is fast.  Hell, it beats training all day.”

I was around hot guys all of the time, but Noah was the only one I wanted.

“Give Keith that card.  It’s got my name on it so I get credit.  No doubt they’ll want to use you, though.  You’re hot, all American,” the M.P. said with a sly grin.

Our meeting ended after the second beer.  I walked slowly back to the barracks, my mind reeling as I tried to sort out my feelings.  I loved Noah, but a little action, while probably still not okay, seemed acceptable enough for me to live with.


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ISBN (Electronic): 978-1-6184-5237-5
Genre: GLBT
Date Published: 10/17/2013
Publisher: Beau to Beau Books

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