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Daniel and Frankie voted for Grable, of course, but Sam was insistent. “If y’all wanna help pay for the poster, then this tank become a democracy. Until then,” Sam waved his bills in their face before slapping them in Lieutenant Percy’s hand, “I’ll take one Star Spangled Man and y’all can keep jerking off to your scraps of Rita Hayward.”
Sam wasn’t joking about Rita Hayward. On his last leave, Frankie had picked up a copy of Life with her on the cover, and for the last few months he and Daniel had been swapping the increasingly battered magazine back and forth. They’d made the mistake of trading their porn to some Marines in a small French village a few weeks back for six cases of alcohol. Now the booze was long gone, and all Daniel and Frankie had to keep them going was Rita’s winsome smile, which was getting more and more stained as time went on. “Goddamn it,” Daniel complained as Sam hung his new pinup of Captain America on the ceiling of the tank. “I wish I was a queer. The army’d be a damn feast for me. Instead, Sam’s got all the eye candy, and I’m standing out in the bread line, begging for scraps. If Eleanor Roosevelt visited camp tomorrow, I’d spend her entire speech at half-mast.”
Sam smiled at them as he taped the corners into place. “Cheer up, boy. We’re gonna liberate Europe and then all the big-titted lovers of freedom won’t be able to get their hands off of you. But until that beautiful day-” Sam patted the starred chest lovingly. “Y’all best get used to Steve here.”
The worst thing about Captain America, Frankie thought many a lonely night, was how much he made you want to want him. Now, Frankie wasn’t into guys-though, God, he’d tried to be since the day he got drafted-but there was something about Cap’s smile that made you feel good. Sam had picked up one of Cap’s more demure poses. Frankie’d seen ones hanging in other barracks and painted on the sides of planes that made Frankie go red from hairline to belly button. If nothing else, they never failed to make Frankie feel inadequate about what he’d look like if you stripped him down to his tighty-whiteys and told him to look coy. In Sam’s pinup, Cap was covered, at least from the waist down. He was climbing out of a pool, the water dripping down his hair and chest. His arms rippled with strength, the kind of strength that made you wanna reach out and touch just to see how it could be real. You could just see the top of his swimming trunks above the edge of the pool, and they looked to be about one second from falling right down.
But what kept Frankie looking was Captain America’s smile. It was a big, broad, bright thing. Frankie wondered what he could have seen that had made him so happy. Daniel joked that the photographer must have just flashed him to get a grin like that, but there wasn’t anything dirty about the look on Cap’s face. It was joy, pure and simple. Frankie thought that when peacetime came-ushered in, no doubt, by Cap and the Howling Commandos-it would look like Cap’s smile.
“It’s weird,” Frankie said quietly one night while Daniel was out taking a piss.
“What’s that?” Sam asked.
“How you can start to love someone you never even met.”
Sam knew what he meant. He glanced up at Cap and smiled at him. “Nothing strange about it at all. Seems to me it makes a lot more sense than hating them.”
Frankie still wasn’t into guys. If he was, he and Sam would have been having a grand old time while they made Daniel stand outside and rub one out in the rain. But Frankie was into Cap, and soon enough, Frankie ended up just giving Rita to Daniel. In the dark, dark, dark of the night when everyone else was asleep-or was pretending to be asleep and was actually doing exactly what Frankie was about to do-he closed his eyes and thought of Cap’s smile. Cap’s blue eyes. Cap’s wet body. In his head, Cap finally pulled himself up out of that pool. He shook his blond hair out of his eyes and held his hand towards Frankie. “You got a towel I can borrow, soldier?”
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