Never Mentioned Again

They were so close that there had been speculation about them from the other sailors, but, if they’d heard it, Ryan and Chuck had pretended they didn’t. And it didn’t prevent them from sharing a woman when it came down to stripping and getting it down, although, in these rare instances, they stuck to using separate entrances at the same time.

Ryan, a redhead descended from the Irish, was from a wealthy family. He’d gone to private schools but hadn’t done more than scrape by academically, and his family saw the Navy as a chance for him to grow up. It was working; he was ahead of the curve in moving up the enlisted ranks. That probably was because just getting by in a private school still imparted more accumulated smarts and sense of leadership than graduating from a public high school in Florida. Chuck, a Nordic blond, whose male family members worked the oil rigs in the gulf and female members dressed hair, had made it through public high school, but barely. Both had been on their respective football teams in high school, but hadn’t been stars. It was a bond between them, though—talking football like they were a part of it. Both were fine looking, trimmed out, and muscular. Working on a ship helped ensure the trimmed out and muscular aspects.