Toronto, Canada, 2006. A few months after the worst year of the Iraq war. Gabriel Navarro splits his time between his job slinging ink at the Atlantis Ink tattoo parlor, and working on his master’s degree in fine art. Gabe is twenty-two, sure of his beliefs and his artistic integrity, and na?ve enough to think he’ll never have to compromise. And then one night Jake MacLean walks into the shop and changes everything. Jake Maclean is twenty-eight and a veteran American Army pilot. He's been staying with his ex-pat sister in Toronto while he tries to get his life in order. The problem is, he can't. After his disastrous final mission in Iraq, he's overcome with anger and survivor’s guilt, trapped in a losing battle to atone for a failure he’s sure can never be forgiven. Left without hope, he decides to have his memory of the mission tattooed on his back, with the condemning words: God Will Judge Me. He doesn't expect to fall for the tattoo artist. Gabe falls just as quickly and deeply for Jake, though Jake's reluctance to talk about what happened frustrates and worries him. Gabe knows Jake isn't doing well, but accepting Jake’s claims that he's "fine" is far easier than dealing with the frightening truth. But soon it’s horribly clear Jake can’t control his panic attacks or flashes of violence, and he's getting worse. If Gabe can’t help him face his demons, Jake is headed for a crash -- and there’s every chance he’ll take Gabriel down with him.

Black Hawk Tattoo

Jake started panting and then cried out as he came. Gabe pulled his arm tighter around Jake’s body as he held him through his climax, making sure he didn’t fall.


“Wow,” Jake said quietly. He was breathing hard, his chest heaving like bellows beneath Gabe’s arm.


“I thought you could use it.” Gabe moved his other arm so he had both of them around Jake’s torso, hugging him like that.


“Thanks.” Jake sounded a little stunned, Gabe noted smugly. Jake put both his arms over Gabe’s, giving him a kind of hug in return. “You’re really good at that.”


“Well, I am an artist,” Gabe said, then grinned at his own joke. He wanted to do something about his own hard-on pushing uncomfortably against his jeans, but he was really enjoying holding Jake like this, even more that Jake let him.


“My stomach’s getting sticky,” Jake said.


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