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Thud Thud Thud
Sejanus rolled and yawned in his bunk. Glancing around the room he spotted most beds already empty. He’d needed the extra lie in on their one day off though. Missing sleep from staying up worrying about the whole Mayfair witch hunt situation.
Thud Thud Thud
That noise again, what was it?
Sejanus got up and stretched. Scratching his exposed belly he went over to Coryo’s empty bed. Hmm it still felt warm. He mustn’t have been up long.
Thud Thud
Sejanus stopped to listen harder. Someone was whacking something against the bunk room window.
He climbed up on Bug’s upper bunk to open the window and peer down to see what the noise was.
The window was only big enough to wedge his face against, not get his whole head out and set so high to the ceiling he had to bend in two to do so.
Down on the ground he spotted Spruce about to launch his boot up at him.
Ah the thudding.
“Spruce?”
Thankfully Spruce dropped his boot launching hand.
“What are you doing here? You’ll get in trouble if you’re spotted”
Spruce put his hands on his hips and shook his head “we’re already in trouble. I went to check on the guns. They’re gone, someone else got ‘em”
Sejanus felt his heart race and his palms get damp.
The guns. The only bit of evidence needed to place them at the scene of the crime. Well maybe not him straight away but Coryo for sure. Coryo!
Where was he?
“Spruce what’s the plan here?”
“We’re off. Like right now. Packed, checked the map, know where we’re headed, gone”
“give us an hour?” Sejanus asked praying he could get to Coryo and get him out before they came for them.
“You’ve got half that. We’re in the woods opposite hanging tree. We will go without you” and then Spruce shoved his boot back on his foot and loped away toward the trees.
Half an hour. Shit, that was no time at all.
Sejanus threw open his trunk and stuffed anything he thought would be useful into a kitbag. Then turned to Coryo’s and just upended the contents into a bag. He did not want to be held responsible for leaving anything Coryo found important behind.
Anyway he was running out of time. He needed to find Coryo and get him out of here.
Sejanus quickly shoved on his civilian clothes. And burst out the bunkroom.
Where was Coryo most likely to be? That was if he wasn’t already being held in a cell. But he wasn’t going to let himself think about that.
Sejanus craned his neck around the side of the mess room. No sign of him.
He jogged across to the training room, no sign.
Sejanus paused then. Shower rooms or the cells? Those were really the only places left on base to check. He was too scared to see the cells. Coryo better be taking an extraordinarily long shower, Sejanus prayed.
Thankfully, when Sejanus entered the shower block the sound of running water hit his ears and as he made his way through the steam he was greeted by the almost familiar but not as familiar as he would like, sight of Coriolanus’s naked back.
Stretched taught as Coryo reached up to soap up his hair.
Water cascaded down the lean flesh passed his firm buttocks and down his long, long legs. Sejanus gulped.
Right. At any moment they might be rounded up by the hanging squad and marched to their deaths. He really needed to get a grip.
“Coryo” he called over the din of splattering water.
Coriolanus paused and cocked his head. Leaning his head back under the shower spray to rinse the suds off and turn around.
Sejanus felt the breath get caught in his throat. Coryo’s hair was plastered back against his head, highlighting the sharp angles of his cheekbones, his nose, his jawline. Following the water down his neck across his sharp collar bones, 2 droplets met between his nipples and began a torturous descent towards.
“Erm excuse me Sejanus?”
Shit.
Jerking his gaze back up to meet Coriolanus’s he shoved away his unhelpful pining.
“we need to go Coryo, right now. Spruce says the guns are missing. We don’t have long”
“Oh my god” Coriolanus’s eyes went wide and he promptly shut off the water “quick pass me a towel” he flapped his hand in the direction of the clothes hooks.
Wrapped in one towel and using another to scrub at his hair they scurried back to the bunk room for Coriolanus to dress.
Then they were away. Off the base and up the track to the hanging tree.
Sejanus stuffed one of the breakfast rolls he’d thought to snatch into Coryo’s hands. He didn’t want to start the day off facing one of Coriolanus’s hunger induced tempers and who knew when they would next get a decent meal.