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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
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Recommended:
3
Currently Reading:
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Category:
Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
46
Views:
48,048
Reviews:
341
Recommended:
3
Currently Reading:
2
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
November 15
November 15: Tuesday
CEC access had been strictly limited, and no visits were allowed off-campus for any reason. Vichy was back at home, smiling and seemingly relaxed from his sojourn into the south. Classes went on as usual, and Sloane spent the morning teaching the basics of infant development, but with all the energy focused on search and retrieval missions, James and Clint had wrangled the day off, and arrived in the afternoon to spend some time in the group room. Sloane had initially turned them off, but James suggested that a new perspective might be good for the carrier counseling class, and Clint strongarmed him a bit until he conceded.
It was rattling to see either of them there, and particularly both at once, and Jesse was reminded again of how close he'd come to Rowe House. He spoke politely when James greeted him, but made well sure to stay on the far side of the room from those two. James, however, had other plans, and called he and Vichy over. Vichy didn't want anything to do with them, but at the end of the day, James had specifically told him to come and sit, and an officer's request was not to be ignored. Jesse sat and listened distantly to the conversation that everyone was having about Vichy's wedding, poring over his own mixed feelings about James. James had brought with him Ortega's little dog, Torréon, a small black-and-white fur bundle who was delighted to go anywhere that Ortega was going to be, and was currently occupying himself with chewing gently on Jesse's toe. Jesse moved his foot and went back to contemplating the officer.
James had, after all, been a deciding factor in keeping him out of Rowe House, and for that, Jesse would always be grateful. But the way he'd treated Ortega...when Jesse came back to the room, the wedding discussion was still going on, and Vichy mentioned a date, which prompted James to kiss Ortega's nose and remind him that their own wedding should be taken care of soon. He had, he pointed out, wanted it to take place this month, and although minor delays were fine, he still felt they should have the ceremony before Ortega began to show. His hand slipped down to rub Tega's stomach gently at this, and Jesse looked up just in time to catch a look of longing fleet across Clint's steely face. Sloane sat tensely in his lap, petting Torréon with one absentminded hand.
CEC access had been strictly limited, and no visits were allowed off-campus for any reason. Vichy was back at home, smiling and seemingly relaxed from his sojourn into the south. Classes went on as usual, and Sloane spent the morning teaching the basics of infant development, but with all the energy focused on search and retrieval missions, James and Clint had wrangled the day off, and arrived in the afternoon to spend some time in the group room. Sloane had initially turned them off, but James suggested that a new perspective might be good for the carrier counseling class, and Clint strongarmed him a bit until he conceded.
It was rattling to see either of them there, and particularly both at once, and Jesse was reminded again of how close he'd come to Rowe House. He spoke politely when James greeted him, but made well sure to stay on the far side of the room from those two. James, however, had other plans, and called he and Vichy over. Vichy didn't want anything to do with them, but at the end of the day, James had specifically told him to come and sit, and an officer's request was not to be ignored. Jesse sat and listened distantly to the conversation that everyone was having about Vichy's wedding, poring over his own mixed feelings about James. James had brought with him Ortega's little dog, Torréon, a small black-and-white fur bundle who was delighted to go anywhere that Ortega was going to be, and was currently occupying himself with chewing gently on Jesse's toe. Jesse moved his foot and went back to contemplating the officer.
James had, after all, been a deciding factor in keeping him out of Rowe House, and for that, Jesse would always be grateful. But the way he'd treated Ortega...when Jesse came back to the room, the wedding discussion was still going on, and Vichy mentioned a date, which prompted James to kiss Ortega's nose and remind him that their own wedding should be taken care of soon. He had, he pointed out, wanted it to take place this month, and although minor delays were fine, he still felt they should have the ceremony before Ortega began to show. His hand slipped down to rub Tega's stomach gently at this, and Jesse looked up just in time to catch a look of longing fleet across Clint's steely face. Sloane sat tensely in his lap, petting Torréon with one absentminded hand.