Bard Welstaad is a model Uni-Fleet officer. He’s not sure what his unit is to accomplish, marching up an icy peninsula in the frozen hell of Gelada, but without his NCO, Gordon Farrell, he knows he could not keep the unit together fighting off Snow Wasps and the savage deadly cold. Not until tragedy strikes does he admit the big sergeant means much more to him than simply being his right hand man.<br><br>Gordon Farrell idolizes his captain, who represents everything he reveres. The threat of imminent death finally forces him to admit the strength of his feelings as he fights to save Bard’s life. With death stalking at their heels, they can only hope to live long enough to share more than a single incredible night. Fate seems to conspire against them at every turn. Still they cling to the frail hope that somehow their love will find a way.

Fire on Ice

Out of practice or not, Gordon knew how to give an extraordinary blow job. He knew just when to pick up the rhythm, when to pause and swirl his tongue around the groove beneath the head to tickle every one of those nerve buds into feverish excitement, when to relax his throat and take Bard as deep as he could go. The pressure built in a tightening coil of ecstasy so intense it almost hurt. Finally, he couldn’t stand it any longer. He came in an explosive rush, spilling into Gordon’s mouth. The other man didn’t withdraw, sticking with him until the last shuddering pulse ebbed away.


Bard rested his hand for a moment on Gordon’s shoulder and then pressed it against his stubbled cheek. “That was amazing. Now I want you to fuck me.”


Gordon hesitated. “Are you sure? I’m big, and we don’t have any lubrication.”


Chapter 8