The clock radio blasted a noise that sounded like a submarine Klaxon. Troy wanted to stand up and yell - Dive, Dive, Dive! But Nick, his lover, still lay sleeping. They celebrated their second anniversary last night and not only did the Tequila Sunrises flow, something called a Prancing Fairy concocted of wine, bourbon and malt whiskey left a minty aftertaste when he puked it all over the bar. Troy grimaced with his eyes wide open as he remembered -- everything.
The clock radio blared again. This time, like a foghorn on crack -- Fa-Wooooooo-Pa! Fa-Wooooooo-Pa! Nick woke and smacked the radio. His big guns wrapped around Troy's torso and pulled him tight. Troy snuggled into Nick's furry chest. Their bodies touched, trading heat.
"I dreamed about you lover-boy. You were wrecked last night..." Nick's voice trailed off as he nibbled Troy's ear. Troy felt his already tumescent man-pole stiffen against Nick's hard abs.
"Christ was I drunk last night. I can't remember a damn thing."
"Don't you remember that gay boy in leather jumping out of a cheesecake?" Nick knew the memory game, too.
Something clattered outside. Ka-pa-ka! Troy winced at the noise and held Nick tighter.
His electric conscience prodded him again: Ba-wooop-Wa! Ba-wooop-Wa! Troy rubbed at his temple as the whole room pitched and yawed.
A tinny, mechanical voice from the corner of the room interrupted the if-onlys running through his mind. "Captain Troy, to the bridge. Under attack. Depth charges."
Finally it all came back to him.
"You'd better go," Nick said, reaching for his uniform.
Probably just another frigging exercise. Jesus. He didn't join the navy for this bullshit.
Opening: Dave F......Continuation: Anonymous