So, it's a new story, and...I have no explanation for the theme.
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Josh doesn't actually intend to sleep with his commanding officer. In his defense, he hadn't even known that Mike Flynn was going to be his commanding officer at the time. He'd just been a random hook-up in the bar at port, one who was amenable to the idea before having a few drinks. (Which would have made Josh turn the man down, because sleeping with someone should never be a decision aided or influenced by alcohol.)
Mike Flynn keeps a small apartment near the port, and the decor - or lack thereof - should have been Josh's first clue that he'd gone to a fellow navalman's home to have sex. But then Flynn's pressing him up against the wall and they're divesting each other of their clothing as fast as possible in a desperate bid to get to sex before they can reconsider the idea as a bad one. Mike is suitably impressed by Josh's level of athleticism and says so, several times, over the course of the night.
Josh leaves in the early morning, telling Mike that he's got to head to work to meet a new boss, promising to call - and leaving his number on a scrap of paper, just in case he forgets. It takes him twenty minutes in his apartment's shower to get the vestiges of the night's activities off.
And then he gets to the Hammersley and discovers that he spent the night with his new CO's dick up his ass.
He's only slightly less mortified by Lieutenant-Commander Mike Flynn's smirk and the note slipped into his hand.
I won't tell if you don't. Want to try again next week?
Josh can't wipe the grin off his face for the rest of the day.
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A short note: In the real world, ET would probably have been reported and courtmartialed for breaking the non-fraternization rules, and Mike Flynn would have been kicked out right alongside him. As this is fiction, I'm taking a few liberties with those rules.