Isaac’s fingers brushed his when he took back the bottle and the touch sent a spark of electricity straight to his cock. He groaned under his breath when Isaac ran his tongue over his lip.
He cleared his throat, shifted on the bench, and turned his head away. He had to turn away for self-preservation. Otherwise, he was going to come in his fucking pants thinking of that mouth.
“You didn’t answer me.”
“Talk about what?” he asked like a coward.
“About the fact that you told me you’re bi. About what we’re going to do about us.”
“I don’t know what we’re going to do,” he returned gruffly, rubbing at the hard knots rising in his neck and shoulders.
“Well.” Isaac spread his hands. “What do you want to do?”
“I don’t know, Isaac, I just said that,” he said tightly, and rubbed at the growing pressure in his chest.
“Just forget it.” Isaac shot him a venomous look.
“I’m not going to forget it.”
“You might as well!”
“What does that mean?” Zane rasped, throwing up his hands.
“You won’t talk about anything. You’re getting uptight like I’m going to out you here in the locker room or something.”
“Look,” he said roughly. “Let’s not talk about it here.”
“Why the fuck not?” Isaac speared him with another glare.
He glanced around and then hissed, “Because it’s private.”
“I want to know how you can go from being straight to bi overnight.”
“Isaac, I said not here,” he urged.
Isaac glared. “You know what, Gannon? I don’t believe you are bi. And you know what else? That washed out touch of your mouth against mine wasn’t a fucking kiss.”
“What?” He stared opened mouthed at Isaac. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“Here, let me show you the difference!”
Isaac shoved him hard, his back slammed against the lockers, rattling them loudly. Hands fisted his shirt and he was yanked forward. Isaac’s mouth caught his in a scorching kiss that curled his toes. The press of tongue between his lips sent a low, aching hum through his body.
He pressed against Isaac’s muscled frame as his world tilted. Isaac’s tongue pushed inside of his mouth and he caressed his own against Isaac’s in a heady marauding tangle. Kissing Isaac was so much better than the fumbling of his childhood and way fucking better than the brief touch of lips in that darkened hallway.
He groaned harshly when Isaac suddenly pulled back and glared up at him.
“Now that was a fucking kiss.” The hot as hell soldier’s breath rushed out and his tongue swept along his glistening lips.
Zane tightened his hands on Isaac to keep him close, but the man was having none of it.
A struggle ensued and Isaac yanked away. The man missed the backpack sitting on the floor and caught his foot in the strap and tumbled backward.
Zane lunged forward trying to catch Isaac, but he made it worse by tripping and sending both of them crashing into the lockers. He smashed into Isaac and they slammed hard just as the metal gave way.
Then the whole fucking row of lockers toppled over. Eight lockers smacked into the next row forcing a domino effect. The crash was loud and long and he and Isaac ended up on top of the lockers in the middle of it all in a tangle of arms and legs.
“What in the fucking hell is going on in here!” Maddox bellowed, drawing his eyes to the doorway.
“It’s the Isaac and Zane show, sir,” a young soldier from another unit said on his way hastily out the door.
Fucking Christ, the Isaac and Zane show? What the fucking hell?
He crawled from the lockers, blood dripping down his arm where one of the metal doors had gouged his skin. Isaac rolled to his knees and lunged upward. Slapping away his hand when he tried to help him.
“Cobalt’s office, both of you, now!” Maddox said between his teeth. “The rest of you get this shit picked up!”
“Fuck! Gannon!” Isaac’s angry gaze sliced over him.
“This is not my fault,” he responded weakly.
Isaac gnashed his teeth and stalked out the door.
“Way to go, guys.” Ethan golf clapped from the doorway.
Those left in the locker room shook their heads and started to lift up the lockers.
Zane stalked out the door and down the hall after Isaac.
They were so fucked.
Isaac
“Do you have any idea of the shitstorm you’ve created!” Colonel Liam Cobalt yelled at the top of his lungs.
Liam slapped the file Maddox had handed him on the desk. Pages went skittering. It didn’t matter, Liam had read every word while he and Zane had stood in front of the colonel.
Isaac stared straight ahead, his eyes glued on the wall over the colonel’s shoulder. He had no intention of looking at the colonel as that would only serve to further piss him off.
Fucking Gannon! Pushing him to do crazy fucking things. This was his fault.
“I have never heard of anything so irresponsible in my whole fucking career.” Liam stalked around the desk, shaking the report in his fist.
Isaac stiffened his spine, but it wasn’t him that Liam stopped in front of, it was Zane.
“You could have gotten your whole fucking unit killed!” Liam said, obviously not talking about the locker room fiasco, but instead about the mission where they’d argued to the point they’d fucked up badly.
“Do you fucking hear me, Master Sergeant! Do you?” Liam was almost frothing at the mouth.
The big man crowded close to Zane and knocked him in the chest. Zane wobbled, but snapped back to attention.
“I’m sorry, Sir,” Zane croaked.
“You’re fucking sorry?” Liam growled, spittle flying from his mouth to land on Zane shirt. “I don’t give a flying fuck about your sorrys! You brought your personal shit up during a mission!”
Liam turned on him and Isaac’s stomach quaked. He actually shook when the colonel got closer. Of course, it was a very slight shake, but a shake nonetheless. Liam only studied him for a long, tense moment.
“Gannon, you’re
