Shore Leave: Coming Home to Get Fisted

By Harley Rylan

Benji is the love of Jack's life, but the war has been keeping them apart. When a bit of luck blows in and they're reunited for just one night, Jack is determined to give his best guy the best night of his life. But times are tough, and tensions are high. How much can either of them really take?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Harley Rylan
• Release date: Dec 14, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005728434

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Shore Leave

Coming Home to get Fisted

a WW2 m/m erotic short story with fisting

by Harley Rylan

Copyright 2022 Harley Rylan

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Shore Leave: Coming Home to get Fisted

Jack was late, so he bounded up the stairs to the third story apartment as quick as he could manage, his wet umbrella leaving a trail of droplets on every step. The telegram in his pocket, damp and crumpled, burned against his thigh, urging him on, and he tried to jump over the last step up to the landing.

Of course he tripped. Of course he fucking did, lurching forward and landing hard on his hands. His umbrella skittered across the floor, coming to a stop in front of the apartment door.

So much for a suave entrance.

There were footsteps behind the door before Jack could get to his feet, and the door opened as he was brushing off his knees, now damp from the wet footprints of whoever had come up these steps before him.

His breath caught at the sight of the man who opened the door.

Dark hair, blue eyes, a smile that was Jack's entire world.

Did you just fall up the stairs? Benji asked from the threshold, smiling that fucking smile of his.

He was in his Navy uniform, the same one he'd been wearing when he'd shipped out all those months ago, and Jack