T-shirt revealed by the now-removed jacket. He only took his eyes away from the tightly hugged ass of Greg’s jeans in time for him not to notice Nick staring. He committed the shape of Greg’s young body to memory for use in his imagination when he got home later that night.

“Okay, I’m going to load two shots for you,” Nick explained. “You’ll need to make sure to brace yourself for this baby and only do one shot at a time. She’s got a real kick.”

“I’m sure it’s not as bad as Sara kicking my ass at evaluation time.”

“You can judge for yourself after firing this thing.” Nick handed the gun to Greg and stepped to the side of the catch tank to watch Greg’s technique.

Greg put his feet at shoulder width, putting his right shoulder forward, left back and bracing his firing hand underneath with his left hand. Nick knew what was coming and was looking forward to it.

As with protocol, Greg called out his shot, “firing one round.”

BOOM! The force of the magnum’s recoil forced Greg to throw his hands up stumbling backward against the glass wall of the ballistics lab, nearly loosing hold of the gun, but managed to stay on his feet this time. Nick was doubled over laughing at the spectacle of Greg’s flailing arms.

“That was classic! I haven’t seen anything that funny in months,” Nick laughed as he watched Greg regain his balance.

“I think you’ve had enough laughs at my expense tonight. Why don’t you help me get it right this time?”

“Fair enough.” Nick motioned Greg over toward him. “Now try standing with your right leg back a foot or so. Keep your weight on your forward foot and allow your back leg to absorb the recoil. For your arms, keep them slightly bent rather than rigid and straight. Wrap your left hand around your right, not under it.”

Nick looked over the younger man’s stance checking for accuracy and subtly admiring the shape of Greg’s body tightly wrapped in his T-shirt and slim fitting jeans. He could feel a slight rise in his own dark chinos and decided standing where Greg might see would not be a great idea.

“You’ve almost got it right. Here, let me help you.” Nick moved behind Greg, removing his lab coat, much to Greg’s private desire. The lines of Nick’s V-shaped torso were now clearly visible under the fitted, white button-down shirt. Standing behind him, close enough so that his cheek brushed against Greg’s back, Nick reached around and gently grasped Greg’s upper arms. “Relax your arms just a bit.” Nick reached a little further along Greg’s arms to push his elbows down a little. “Don’t lock your elbows.” In doing this he lightly touched his growing member against Greg’s ass. He pulled back in a little jerk trying not to alarm Greg and hoping he didn’t notice.

Greg’s heartbeat was already quickening with Nick’s body so close to his own. The quick touch against his ass only hastened his pulse further. He wasn’t sure if what he felt was really the thing he desired in Nick’s pants or just another part of Nick’s clothing. He was nervous but managed to keep from shaking noticeably. Relaxing his arms was certainly an impossibility.

Almost a whisper, he could feel Nick’s breath on his ear as the words passed by. “Now gently squeeze the trigger.” He felt the hair on the back of his neck stand on end.

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