They were nearly at the end of this bout of fucking, when Sergei gave that damned scarf still looping over his shoulders a playful jerk and whispered in his ear if he would mind if he choked him a little?
"Do you still need to be told?" he teases, reaching up between them to path his finger across the pattering pulse in Sui Zhou's throat. "I thought I had you taught."
"No," Sui Zhou assures him. He does not.
On the one night of their journey that suspends itself in the in-between, not yet Hetao but no longer home, Wang Zhi joins him for dinner.
Hickey and Tozer share an extremely unauthorized celebration in the showers.
After— after. When Tang Fan is home, and safe, Sui Zhou sees to it that he is comfortable, then moves to take leave of his imposition.
Before Antony is dispatched to Rome, he and Caesar have some business to settle.
Hal gets stabbed; Hickey gets invasive.
In a public street, Goodsir gazes at another man with a less-than-scientific eye and gets more than he bargains for.
Some guys just can't resist doing a comrade a favor.
Henry Bolingbroke is an absurdly youthful jousting champion and a man of few words. But his cousin is King of England, so that has to count for something.