Nate let his full weight descend onto the petite Romanian beneath him for just a moment before taking some of that weight off of him with two strong arms that pushed back up while Nate’s lips devoured those of his beloved’s. Pulling back for a moment, the enamored young captain ordered, “Don’t move, baby, you look so tasty like that”.

Climbing from the bed, he locked the door to his quarters…then, winking at Pavla, moved his heavy writing desk over to block the door also. Admiring his handiwork, he rubbed his chin and tapped his foot, “Hmmmmm…it needs something”. With a sly look back at his lover, he raised an open hand at the door and covered the whole desk and door with about 12 inches of ice, “There!”.

Turning around he looked at Pavla and his chest heaved with such a desire that he worried he may even hurt the diminutive young man. Pavla looked so incredibly sexy reclining there in the mussed sheets…hiss raven-black hair in disarray, his large blue eyes heavy with lust and his full lips still wet with Nate’s kisses. Nate wanted to tear away the blankets and sheets and expose him to the sunbeams streaming in through the window…he wanted to drink in Pavla’s sexy little body…but, he had earlier been holding those blankets for comfort and security…Nate couldn’t tear those away from him…not while he, himself, stood there still covered. “Pavla, I love you, baby”, he purred, looking into those soulful blue eyes, “And I want you”, he added, as he lowered and stepped out of the boxers he was wearing. He stood there naked, with the sun caressing his body through the window, letting his Pavla get a good long look at him.

With slow, strong steps he walked to the side of the bed and caressed Pavla’s cheek…he gently took hold of the edge of the covers and asked, “Do you need these anymore, my love?”.