Active Duty - Hunter And Bailey -gay- - Checked Info

Bailey reached down. He didn’t offer a hand—that would have been too public, too obvious. Instead, he ran his thumb once, quickly, along the edge of Hunter’s jawline, wiping away a smudge of grease. The touch was electric, forbidden, and over in a heartbeat.

“It’s checked,” Hunter said. “Now get off my flight line before someone sees you caring.” Active Duty - Hunter And Bailey -Gay- - Checked

Fort Hood, Texas. 0300 hours.

Hunter swallowed. He looked at the list. Bailey reached down

Bailey didn’t move. He just watched. Hunter felt the weight of that gaze—not a supervisor checking on a subordinate, but something older. Something that had survived two deployments, a dozen near-misses, and one night in a FOB barracks when the mortar alarm had turned into something else entirely. The touch was electric, forbidden, and over in a heartbeat

Hunter lay back down, sliding under the landing gear. His heart was pounding against his ribs like a rotor out of balance. He pressed his thumb to the fresh checkmark, smearing the ink just a little.