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Happy Valentine's Day!

Here's a few couples and what they got/did for each other for v-day.

Frank and Gordon don't do Valentine's Day

Jim: Brownies
Marcus: Coffee from Jim's favourite shop

Mike: Blowjobs
Jessy: chocolates and turned the pool pink for the day

Oliver: A houseful of flowers and chocolates
Jack: a three-quarter portrait of Oliver that Olive didn't even know he'd taken

Billy: specialty chocolate in the shape of a penis, instead of a box, it's in a cage
Montana: flowers made out of leather

Peep: snuck into the kitchen to bake Mouse a heart-shaped cake
Mouse: a new leather jacket

Cain: offered his handcuffed hands to Denny
Denny: didn't shave for a couple of days and let Cain shave him

Cash and Brad (Inheritance): the kids put together a nice dinner and arranged for them to have the place to themselves for the evening.

Trey and Russ (Fine as Frog Hair) would share box-mix chocolate cake and ice cream on the couch and go, "Oh yeah, Happy Valentine's Day."

Jarheads
He came in with a case of beer, whistling under his breath, revved up. "Hey y'all. I'm home."

It smelled damn good. Brisket if he wasn't mistaken, and maybe beans. Hell, if his nose wasn't mistaken there was even a hint of coffee in there.

"Hey!" Dick's head popped out from around the kitchen doorway. "You're home!"

"I am. Is there coffee for me?"

They let him have some, periodically.

"With dessert."

Dick grinned and nodded back toward the kitchen. "You heard the boss." Dick winked and came toward him. "Supper's ready."

"Smells great." He handed over the beer. "For y'all."

"Woo! Happy Valentine's Day!" Dick grabbed the case in one hand and him in the other, dragging him close.

"Mmm. Easy, Pretty." His shoulder was a little stingy.

Dick, mouth about a half inch from his, frowned and backed off. "What? What's wrong?"

"Wrong?" Rock came out of the kitchen, growling a little, wiping his hands on his jeans. "What the hell is wrong?"

"Nothing. Just got a bit of a sore spot." Worrywarts.

Rock grunted. "You need a massage?"

He shook his head. "Nope. No touching for a day or three."

Dick's eyebrows drew together tighter. "What's going on, Rig?"

Rock just rumbled, looking ready to tear the clothes off him. And not in his favorite fun, spanky way, either.

He grinned, teasing a little, playing, letting his Marines know not to stress it.

Dick suddenly grinned back. "You're up to something."

Rock was still frowning, but Dick grabbed his hand. "Come on. I made supper. All your favorites."

"Ooh. Supper." He walked by, and Rock grabbed his shirt, tearing it a little, exposing the bandage covering a goodly part of his shoulder blade.

"What the fuck? Rig?" Rock did the rest of the job on his shirt, tearing it right off.

Even his Pretty stopped, the worry back in his eyes.

"Take the bandage off, Blue. I have to wash it anyway."

The tattoo had taken most of the afternoon, and he hoped his boys would like it.

His Blue's fingers were gentle as they worked the bandage off.

Rock gasped, Dick moving to look, too.

Two dog tags with "Jim South" and "Richard Main" were inked in, the chains tied in a knot.

"Oh, fuck." Rock sounded... stunned.

"Rig. Fuck. That's amazing. Man, my dinner's looking pretty puny now."

"Bullshit. I'm starving." He grinned over at Rock, winked. "Figured the world should know whose I am."

"I always did think I should tattoo my name on your ass." Rock grinned. "It's fucking stunning, Rabbit."

"This way you don't have to keep your hands off my ass tonight, Blue. I got your back."

"You're too good to me." Rock's hand landed on his ass, tugging him up against all those muscles.

"You know it." He lifted his face for a kiss, feeling Dick's fingers trace the skin outside the ink, the tingling going straight to his cock.

That was what he'd wanted, them in his skin.

Forever.