Date: Sat, 19 Apr 2014 19:09:04 +0000
From: Robert Me <winchesterbornbred@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: The Hut/16

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Coming out.
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"Come on then, spill the beans but as I have said before its none of my
business." Simon and Steven were sitting in his office talking while the
crews were doing something useful.
"All I want to do is get it off my chest and, although you will not think
its necessary, I want you to know. Simon I got involved with a rather
senior politician three years ago and it was only my father's
influence who managed to keep it out of the papers, but not before other
people found out. There was a hell of a stink and my entire family
rejected me apart from my mother who threatened to leave my father if he
did not stop the shit hitting the fan. My father is one of the most
powerful lawyers in the country and virtually told quite a number of
people he would let slip some information about a number of them if the
papers got hold of it. The man who I got involved with is dead, but we
all know he committed suicide and that's another reason I'm not that
popular. I was sent away and managed to get into the navy, again by my
fathers influence. A deal was made and that was I would never get higher
than what I am now, they could not accept someone who had disgraced his
family because he is homo to become anything more than what I am now. I
am just one officer among many and just about invisible to the rest of
the service."
"Wow, I did not expect that, not that its important to me. Do you have
someone now?"
"NO! Not that I wouldn't like someone. I fucked up with him and stupidly
allowed myself to get involved, still I do take my share of
responsibility. I know its stupid, but I actually thought I was in love
with him, he definitely was with me and that's what bought the whole
thing crashing down, he opened his mouth and the rest kicked off. In some
ways the war has come to my rescue, at least I'm good at something. I
wont be allowed to stay in after its over and God knows what I will do,
most probably bugger off to the US and start again with any luck." Simon
thought about what he had been told and what he was about to say. He was
fed up with hiding what he knew to be normal. He took a deep breath.
"I could never coup without my father supporting me and understanding my
situation. Look I know I'm risking every thing, but I am the same as you
and at least we know now. I am not going to keep hiding away from
the bigots of this world. Do with that what you want, I don't care."
"Simon can I say one more thing?"
"Course."
"I already knew you are the same as me, that's one of the reasons I
wanted to tell you." Simon thought about that and smiled at Steven.
"Good, I'm pleased you did."
"Simon can I say one more thing?" That smile was infectious.
"Ok, just one more thing and then we had better go and help the lads win
this war."
"I would love to get to know you a lot better and I do mean, a lot
better." Steven got up and went out of the office leaving Simon sitting
there staring at his back.

Tony reread the letter from Simon and wondered if he could get leave as
well. Only one person could give it to him and that was Alan and he would
not see him for another couple of days as he was away. Tony had been busy
preparing for yet another exam and this one was the most important yet.
If he passed he would spend three months at the Royal St Georges hospital
after which he would return to study for his finals and then go to London
to actually take them. If he passed, he would qualify as a doctor.

The letter was in his pocket as they sat in the hospital garden and was
about to ask if he could have leave, but before he could, Alan spoke.
"There is something I need to tell you Tony and I hope you will
understand."
"Fine, no problem."
"I told you about a friend of mine who was killed in France with the
BEF?"
"Yes, I remember."
"Actually he was much more than a friend, we were lovers Tony. I realise
now I wasn't IN love with him, but I do miss him terribly. I suppose what
I really want you to know is I am homosexual and hope that does not
effect the friendship we have." It did take him by surprise but only
because he had been so absorbed himself he had not noticed the signs that
where there to see. Now he had been told there was no point in hiding his
own sexuality. The term "coming out" was years ahead, but that's what
they were doing and would become closer afterwards.
"I am so sorry about your loss. I don't know if it helps, but I am the
same as you and I am pleased you know now and no nothing will get in the
way of our friendship." It confirmed what Alan had thought and hoped for,
but the next thing he wanted to say would have to stay with him, for a
while anyway.
"Alan, Simon is not just a friend either he is much more and we are in
love. Its been well over a year and I don't know how much longer I can
hang on without seeing him again, but he is going home on leave in a week
and I hope you will agree I can go as well, please Alan?." Alan was
disappointed to say the least but he knew he would let Tony go, he would
just have to hide his feelings, it would be a struggle as he already knew
he had fallen in love with him.
"Of course you can, I will look at the leave chart and find as many days
for you as I can."
"Thanks Alan, what with this and every thing you are doing for me, I own
you a lot, thanks again."
"You don't own me a thing. Right I must get back to the office." He got
up and walked off. Tony did not watch him go, he was smiling at the
thought of seeing Simon soon. "Christ and I thought we were drifting
apart! Its not going to happen."

Simon was in the cottage by himself waiting for Tony's call and when it
come at last neither of them could say a thing for sometime.
"Simon?
"Sorry, I am supposed to be a man, but the fucking tears are pouring down
my face. Oh Christ its been so long."
"Bet I'm crying harder than you. Come on lets try and be men then." They
did not stop talking for the next hour.
"I will get in at 11am, cant wait to see you."
"Me neither, I will be at the station by 10 30, you never know a train
might get there before time for once."

Around the country many Head Quarters were planning the invasion of
Europe. Most of those buildings were beautiful mansions and were an
historical reminder of English history. Eisenhower's was one of them
where many Admirals of the Fleet, Generals, Air Marshalls and other
ranks of all nationalities were banging on the table as they argued their
opinions of how the invasion should be carried out and where. These
buildings had witnessed much during their time, but there was
another building, much less important than Eisenhower's, or so he would
think, as two fine officers would also be banging out their own plans for
more private invasions. They had each "planned" what they would do down
to the last detail, Ike and Co would have not been too been impressed had
they known what the plans were all about. Anyway it all screwed up as
it would take these two young officers an unplanned hour to get to the
Hut before any banging went on as they spent most of the time kissing
their way towards it.

Simon had been to the Hut the day before Tony was due and bought new
blankets and cleaned the place out ready for their first meeting for over
a year. At 9am the following day he went back and lit the fire and put
the stew on, all was ready and about as romantic as the Hut could be.
Simon walked slowly back towards the station and just managed to get his
cock back to respectability as he walked out onto the main road.

As prearranged Simon was waiting at the front of the train and Tony got
off at the rear. This would give time for other passengers to get on
board or leave the station giving them, they hoped, a clear platform by
the time they got together and the train had gone. It all went to plan
and they were still yards apart when they found themselves alone. They
walked slowly just staring at one another with massive smiles on their
handsome, no, beautiful faces. When they were still 10 feet or so apart
Simon stopped and held up a message he had written on a large piece of
cardboard. "Junior officers are FORBIDDEN to break the noses of
more senior officers." They flew together and wrapped their arms around
one another and stayed like that for a very, very long time.

They closed the door and once again the world outside did not exist. They
pulled off out door clothes and shoes and stood on the new blankets and
once again wrapped tightly together. As they kissed so they pulled a
layer off until they stood looking at one another just in their pants.
Even though they were both wound up so tight they could not help laugh at
the sight of him standing like that with an enormous stiffy trying to
break out. Finally they got close again and at the same time pushed the
pants down and over each erection. With a twitch of their hips and a
helping hand both pairs landed around their feet and after more
kissing, Simon put Tony on his back and gently got on top of him.
They kissed for ages, every now and then Simon would stop so they could
smile at one another for a while and go back to kissing.

Once again they made a wonderful sight as they revisited every part of
the others body with hands, lips and tongues from head to toe and back
again. It went on and on and the only sounds were their heavy breathing
and telling one another of their love. They were both getting close to
the point when one of them would have to make a decision very soon other
wise there was going to be a mess. It was Simon who suddenly got on his
knees and stared down at Tony in some panic.
"Oh my word!" Shit! Oh bloody hell Tony!" He yelled out as he scrambled
for the Vaseline jar and as quickly as he could he did the necessary and
grabbed Tony's legs and parted them. As gently as he was able, but
praying that he would not be too late, he entered Tony and only just in
time.
"Oh God I'm cumming! Christ Tony..............!" He could not move and
had no option but to allow passion to take over and as soon as he had
fully entered Tony, he blew up. He erupted into his man in one continuous
stream and at the same time holding Tony tighter than at any other time.
They should have stayed like that for ages, well Simon would have, but
Tony's own needs had to be met or he too was at risk of loosing out. He
forced Simon off of him and there was a repeat of a very quick lube on a
cock and into a bum. Simon had obligingly got himself into position on
his back which saved the day because as soon as Tony got himself the
whole way into Simon, he too shot a massive loads, time and time again.

"Shit, no points for artistic impression my man."
"I thought I did better than you though." Simon was too weak to argue so
he kissed Tony instead. Simon was on his back with Tony's head on his
shoulder as they softly kissed and stroked one another's faces and
smiling into them.
"It was beautiful though Simon." Once again, as had often happened after
making love, Simon reached over for a blanket and covered the pair of
them. They moved positions and got on their sides and wrapped their arms
around one another, still kissing until they both fell asleep. It was a
happy sleep, the first sleep together for over a year, it was a comfort
sleep when the war was briefly forgotten and their roles in it as well.
They at least were at peace................just for a little while
anyway.

They would be together for five days and those days would be with them
for the rest of their lives, no matter how short or long they would
be. They experienced just about every happy emotion from making gentle
love, walking out holding hands, telling one another of their love,
pretend arguing so that they could make up afterwards, wrestling so that
they could get worked up to the point that the only thing left to do
was make love, again. Spend time with Andrew who just smiled at the
obvious love coming out of the pair of them and being the happiest father
alive, a very unique father at that time and his acceptance of his sons
chosen life style and partner. There was the time when Andrew caught them
kissing and did not hear him come in. "I wish you two would find your own
fucking place." The last thing he meant of course.
These few days were the happiest of all the countless other happy days
they had been together. Oh yes, they would remember this time and much of
it during their own "hell" that was waiting to consume both of them.

The 2nd Lieutenant and the Lieutenant Commander stood together on the
platform and once again trying to think of something to say. They were
back in the real world and were about to separate from theirs and go back
to a life and events that would be controlled by others. As with other
times like this, both of them hating the wait for the train to come in,
but at the same time wanting it to come and get this over with.
There was one last look and one last squeeze of a hand. They stopped
doing both and Tony got into his compartment. He leaned out of the window
and Simon got as close as he could.
"Take care Simon. Come home safe."
"Just you do the same do you hear me?"
Tony's train drew out with him fighting to control the tears from the
other passengers. Simon just let his fall out.

Tony arrived back at his station and was waiting for the bus that would
take him back to his hospital. He began to think about the next stage of
his qualification training, but smiled at the memory of studying while
Simon was cooking dinner two nights ago.
"Your only doing that to get out of the domestics you lazy sod." He went
over to the table and took Tony's book. He read a paragraph and he did
not understand a word of it.
"Its far too complicated for a sailor to understand as it takes a higher
level of advanced intelligence to be able to absorb this particular
subject and in your case every other medical subject. Anyway I am
busy, go back to your cooking." Tony dismissed him with a wave of his
hand.
"Oh it takes a certain amount of intelligence does it? Explain the 20mm
Oerlikon then?" Tony sighed and looked up at Simon.
"Its a gun and goes bang when you pull the trigger. Its just mechanics
really and quite below my own intelligence level, but there is no doubt
that if you understand its workings it HAS to be simple." Simon just
looked at him with a pretend look of anger on his face, but gave in.
"Just about to do the gravy."

The first person Simon saw was Steven who bought him up to date with all
that had happened while he was away.
"We have done a few escorts, but 995 was damaged and is still out of
commission. It was just good luck none of the boys were killed, not a
scratch in fact. We all went out one night and blasted Dieppe harbour
which was fun and have had two air attacks on us. We didn't shoot any of
them down, but damaged one. They missed anything important, just killed a
few fishes and that's about it. The CO mentioned that we maybe doing
another undercover landing soon, but he has not said anything about it
since. Did you have a nice time?"
"Yes thanks, we had a wonderful time." Simon hoped Steven would get the
message, he did and ignored it at the same time.

Alan made it obvious that he was pleased to see Tony and after asking him
about his leave got straight down to business.
"You old chap are about to enter the final leg of your medical training
before finally turning onto the final stretch which will finally take you
to your finals." Alan was rather pleased with that.
"Your in a daft mood, what's bought that about?"
"Just happy to see you again that's all. Really pleased your back Tony,
finally." Tony thought that was quite funny and was happy that Alan was
pleased to see him and also knowing he had a good friend not only to help
him through his last few months of training, but a thoroughly nice person
to go with it.
He got back into his work and studies with even more enthusiasm, both of
which helped him to stop worrying about Simon so much, he did most of
that in bed and would often wank of course, reliving what went
on during the Hut invasions!

1943 was coming to an end and although there was still a long way to go,
there was a certain amount of optimism as the tide seemed to be turning.
The Americans defeat of the Japanese at Guadacanal stopping Japanese
expansion. Orde Wingate and his Chindits entering Burma in an attempt to
stop the Japanese from taking India. Mussolini arrested and Italy invaded
and considering a peace treaty with the Allies. The long fight back to
defeat the Nazis by the Russians and the Royal Navy sinking the German
Battlecruiser Scharnhorst by HMS Duke of York and her escorts one of
which was HMS Belfast now a floating museum on the river Thames near
Tower Bridge. Scharnhorst was sunk on the 26th Dec.

Tony, Alan and his family heard about it on the radio where they had all
spent Christmas together.
It had been a lovely time although Tony felt a bit guilty about not going
home, but Andrew understood and did not have a problem with it. However,
there was something bothering him. They had agreed there would be no
presents, instead everyone would hand their ration books over and
contribute to the booze bar.
On Christmas morning Tony had got himself ready to go down to breakfast
when Alan knocked on his door.
"Happy Christmas Tony." Before he knew it Alan closed the small gap
between them and wrapped his arms around and hugged him. Tony felt he
should do the same and hugged Alan back.
"Happy Christmas Alan, just going down for breakfast, you coming?" Tony
was about to make his escape but Alan stopped him.
"Look I know this is against what we agreed, but I want you to have this
Tony with my best wishes." He handed him a small package much to Tony's
embarrassment. He looked at Alan who was looking back with a big smile
and an expectant look on his face.
"Please accept it Tony and I hope you like it." Tony had no choice
really, not without being rude anyway.
He thanked Alan and knew he had to open the package right then. He took
it to his bed and removed the wrapping and saw a really well made
wooden box. He opened it and inside was a beautiful solid gold pen and
propelling pencil set and sunk in a bed of dark blue velvet. His first
thought was how lovely it was and the second was, "oh shit!" He looked up
at Alan who had the biggest smile ever.
"Thank you so much Alan, I will definitely pass my finals next month
now."
"Oh you will pass them anyway, I just wanted you to have something from
someone who is very fond of you Tony. Sorry if that's a bit too strong,
but that's how I feel. Thank YOU for accepting it." It WAS too strong and
Tony remained uncomfortable and for the rest of their time there as well.
He made up his mind he would take it home with him the next time and
leave the set there. It was far too expensive to use anyway! He laughed
at that and felt a bit better.

Simon and all four boats were at sea on Christmas Day just off the Kent
coast. It was felt that they could get a surprise attack and needed boats
out in the Channel. Nothing happened any more than it did with E boats
patrolling their waters. On boxing day they carried out a night attack on
Dunkirk harbour as according to messages coming through there had been a
lot of activity of late. It was a carefully planned operation and very
well carried out by Simon's flotilla. They had support from four other
boats from another unit to cover against E boat attack and were pleased
they were there as it turned out.
At the set time for 03 00 all 16 Bofors opened up sending 1600 x
40mm shells at maximum range into the harbour and did a lot of damage as
a fuel storage tank blew up. That gave them a good sight of the four
ships tied up. They were also hit and one caught fire and the harbour
would be out of action for a few weeks. As they were attacking the
harbour four E boats were spotted and engaged by the other boats and two
of them badly damaged with no losses or damage to our boats. All in all a
very good operation. Two weeks later Simon was called to the area
Commander and congratulated on his award of the DSC for his leadership
skills that, according to the citation, made the flotilla an even more
valuable force against the enemy. The citation went on about Simon, but
he has threatened violent action if its recorded here.
Simon and his flotilla had so far sunk a U-boat, shot down four enemy air
craft, carried out five coastal raids as well as four beach landings with
the commandos. Simon knew they had luck on their side because so far
there had not been one casualty or serious injury. It would not last.
All the crews congratulated him and he did the same to others who had
also been decorated. He then wanted to forget it, he hated being the
centre of attention. Steven would not let him forget it though, but in
his own way. "Congratulations Skipper, you deserve it and as a token of
my admiration for a great leader, I will allow you to take me to bed, as
many times as you wish!"
"Fuck off!"
"Not QUITE the reaction I was expecting Skipper and a
rather disappointing one I must say, but off I will fuck!" He went out of
the office moaning about ungrateful commanding officers leaving Simon
creased up.

Tony had packed his case and was in a hospital car being driven to the
station by Alan.
"You will be fine Tony and when you get back we will celebrate you
becoming a Doctor."
"NO Alan! I don't want to think that way, its tempting providence. I will
do my best and wait for the results. When I get them, you will be the
first to know. Alan, thanks so much, I could never have got this far
without you and to have you as a friend as well makes it even more
special." He hoped he did not overdo it, but really he needed to tell
Alan of his feelings of friendship, nothing more.
"I am convinced you will come back as a qualified Doctor. You are a very
special person Tony and I will be a friend for life, but even more than
that if ever you wanted more of me." Tony closed his eyes and wished Alan
had not said that. "What part of telling him of his love for Simon did he
not understand!?" He wondered. He cleared his mind and thought only of
the coming week.

He settled into his room and studied the programme for written and oral
examinations that would take up the next four days. He put it down and
got his gold pen out and wrote to Simon. Simon knew where he was and what
he was doing and had a letter from him two days ago wishing him all the
luck he did not need. "You are nothing more than an asset to the Medical
Corps and to all the people in your life. Dad and I wish you well and
send our love, lots of it."

At 9am the following day he sat his first paper, the first of six and all
of them set to take a minimum of three hours. There would be three oral
examinations and they too set to take three hours. He took out his pen
and smiled at it. "Right you bugger, get it wrong and you will be in the
Thames after this!" He set his mind on nothing but the papers on his desk
and answered the first question which asked for his number rank and name.
"So far so good" he thought, then got down to being serious.

At the same time as Tony got his first question right Simon was sitting
in an office in the Admiralty in London. He was the lowest rank in the
room and felt a bit out of place. He was there only because he would
lead an operation when it was fully planned out. He had been invited to
butt in at any time during the meeting, but he would only do that when
the plans became more clear.

"I do not have to remind everyone present that this meeting is top secret
and all that is discussed here will not go out of this room." The Admiral
looked around the group and Simon thought he had better nod as well. "The
date of invasion is set and will take place on the 5th of June and will
be on the beaches of Normandy. (Yes it was the 6th, but only because bad
weather delayed the invasion by a day) There will be many more covert
operations leading up to the invasion and this is just one of them. We
have built up over the years very good communications with various
Resistance movements in France, Belgium and Holland, but we need to send
our own people to join up with these groups to strengthen intelligence
gathering and more efficient radio communication, commando's who are
trained in under cover operations and will be well armed to conduct
operations behind enemy lines. One of the reasons why we will carry out
beach drops is because they can take much more than people being dropped
by air. Quite a lot of equipment will need to be landed which will all
add to the risk I am afraid.
We have to rely on causing as much disruption as possible to confuse the
enemy in that they will not be sure that the main assault will be
confined to the Normandy area even though that's where it will be, but
for them to assume there will be other assaults on other parts of the
European coast at the same time. I cannot express too strongly how
important it is that we keep enemy forces away from Normandy. I can tell
you this gentlemen, IF the enemy becomes aware of our real area of
invasion, we will not get within a mile of the beaches." The Admiral
broke off for a glass of water.
"Lieutenant Commander Walsh your flotilla will be busy on a number
of dates I will give you after this meeting and you will land a total of
100 commandos and agents spead over the whole of March onto various
locations that I will also give you after this meeting. There will be
many such operations like this from other seaborne units and many more
than 100 will be sent in to carry out the work I have already mentioned.
Many will be dropped from the air and will be taken further in land. What
we hope to achieve is that we have undercover forces both south and north
of German held territory but also cover a wide area to engage in sabotage
work. We want the enemy to assume that the resistant movements are better
organised and better armed thus making sure that they will have to cover
many areas to combat an assumed threat from even bigger forces. Its lunch
time gentlemen."

"So Simon, what sports do you play?" The Admiral had made sure Simon was
sitting at his table with three other gold clad officers.
"Mainly football sir." Simon's thoughts went straight back to THE
football match and the sex he had had with Spike afterwards. He knew the
Admiral would not be best pleased if he were aware that one of his best
officers was in fact homosexual and was deeply in love with another
bloke! He would love to see the reaction if he told the old boy!
"Excellent! Not into rugby then? I love the game and if I may say so,
quite good, played for good old Eton. Gosh what wonderful days and some
really nice chaps." Simon wondered what went on in the showers afterwards
with those "really nice chaps." He was about to score points, not that he
needed them.
"No sir, I would never be good enough to play rugby, too busy being
working class." There was a pause as the gold rings tried to work that
out, but not being able to, burst out laughing.
"Good for you young man! More corned beef? STEWARD!" Simon thought the
drinks were being ordered. "More gravy please!"

"Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" Tony was telling himself off after his first oral
examination with Professor Dewhurst Dewhurst, who's parents must have had
a quirky sense of humour and the bastard had stitched him up.
"How long does it take for a person to bleed out?" Tony thought he knew.
This was easy.
"Twenty minutes average Professor." Dew stared at him with one eye brow
raised and straight away caused bowel tension in Tony's nether regions.
"Ten minutes?"
"Does it not depend on how deep and long the cut is? Oh, and how many
there are? OOOH my goodness, I nearly forgot and where the fucking cut
is? I don't want to rub your face completely in the shit, but I did say a
"person?" You don't say "person" when you are obviously talking about a
dead fucker. You say, "deceased."
"I had not thought of that Professor. So my amended answer is, it depends
on length and depth of cut and how many there are and what part of the
body the cut is on the deceased?"
"Too fucking late soldier boy, I will only take your first guess that you
call an answer. Right, we need to stop for ten minutes, I need a fag."
Professor Dew was a cleaver bugger, he got more out of Tony by just
chatting to him during the fag break than asking him the formal questions
in the examination room and he could not be more sure of his report by
the end of it.

"Ok you lot, here are the details, but the first thing to say is we are
all confined to base from now and for two months at least. Aren't we the
lucky ones." They all booed him and settled back to hear what Simon had
to say.
"Right, our boats will deliver agents to these locations during March."
He pointed them out on the map. "But we will carry out normal escort
duties in the mean time. We have to deliver about 100 chaps on dates that
I will be informed of and we will take anything up to ten at a time,
maybe more, it depends on the operations that they are involved in. 998
and 997 will deliver them to their drop off locations and the other two
covering us. We will have different boats landing agents on each
operation, so none of us loose out on the fun. We will take on extra
ammunition and we will only have enough fuel to get us there and back, in
other words not enough fuel to fuck about with E boats. We will sail at
economic speed at all times and rely on our weapons to defend ourselves
if the need arises. I need to know if there are any technical problems
and will get any replacements we need on a priority basis. Look lads this
is getting serious and we have to work even more closely. Just make sure
you and your boats are ready. I really don't know more than I have told
you, but I am convinced its all about to come to a head very soon and all
I ask is that we are ready to do whatever is asked of us." Simon had just
told them all he knew only watered down a bit.

"Come in Mr Tennant Williams." Tony had been sitting outside in a
corridor with ten other hopefuls for two hours. Five had already come out
with long faces, not that was anything to go by, they ALL had long faces.
Tony had no idea about the others as he had a long face as well and was
also clamping his bum cheeks together in anticipation of a bad reaction
to bad news.
He stood in front of the table and sitting behind it was a surgeon
specialising in emergency operations, a doctor in general medical
practice and of course Professor Dewhurst Dewhurst.
The doctor in general practice was the chairman and would be the one to
give Tony the thumbs up or down.
"Mr Cornish? Would you like to comment first?"
"All I need to say is if I ever have an accident and my life depended
upon one person to save it.............it would be Mr Tennant Williams!"
Tony just stood there and allowed his bum cheeks to relax a bit.
"Professor Dewhurst?"
"Mr Tennant Williams, if I were to die right now, what would you refer to
me as?"
"A great loss to the medical profession and the tobacco industry and of
course deceased." Tony was relaxed and knew Dew would like that answer.
"Mr Tennant Williams would you please take a seat through that door?"
"Oh fuck off Bertie, lets just pass him. I need a fag anyway, we know he
is fucking great and he is about to save a lot of our boys when we go and
fuck Hitler up the ass." "Bertie" stood up and held his hand out.
"Congratulations Doctor. Welcome to the club!"

 Second Lieutenant Doctor Tennant Williams finally got through to the
base in Broadstairs and was connected to Simon's office.
"Walsh speaking."
"SIMON! I passed! I have PASSED!" I am a fucking Doctor!"
"Brilliant! Well done Tony, not that I ever thought you would not pass
anyway. Absolutely delighted for you."
"Your not taking the piss, so you must have company?"
"Yes that's right."
"Ok, I wont say any more, but you know what it would be anyway. Hope we
can see each other again soon Simon."
"Me too Doctor." Simon put the phone down and looked at Steven.
"Good news?"
"Yes, Tony has just past he finals and is now a Doctor."
"Never trust a Doctor Simon, let me save you from him."
"Shut up, we have to go through tomorrows landing again." He looked at
Steven and saw such a handsome man and so good to have him and all the
boats crews. Steven deserved his own boat, he was as good and better than
many and if senior officers knew him as well as he did they would think
differently about him. Whatever happened to him and that politician may
have been a mistake, but my word he would meet someone sometime and be
happy.
 They would have all day tomorrow hanging around until midnight when they
would leave for the landing. Simon's 998 would have the agents and the
other three boats covering them.
They all met in the crew room for a coco and chat, but it was getting
late.
"Right, I'm off, see you lot tomorrow." Simon said good night and got up.
"Yep, good idea Skip. I don't need beauty sleep, just sleep beautifully."
Steven got up as well and followed Simon out and walked with him to their
quarters.

Simon laid in on his back with his arms behind his head and his eyes
closed. He felt movement as Steven climbed back up his naked body and
kissed him.
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