Dane turned to walk into his room, and the towel came partway off just as he passed through his door.
For a split second, Bear got a clear look at a taut left butt and a glimpse of a limp cock reclining on a tight cushion of black hair as Dane turned to shut his door.
Lust raised its demanding head, and Bear ached all over…from chest to tightening balls and a dick now lengthening and growing stiff. With a groan, he fell face down on his bed, clenching his fists against the growing urge to sink himself, lose himself, and relieve his tension in this magnificent man. He rose, stripped down, and headed to the shower. He daren’t even jerk off in there or the scent of his cum would give him away.
I’m in trouble. Big trouble. I’m studying for the captain’s exam, and Stamford is retiring, leaving an opening right here in station one. I can’t afford to blow it. I can’t afford to lose the men’s regard and be driven out like poor Grogan.