Spark & Blaze (A Guns & Hoses Novel) (14 page)

Evan felt Malone’s arms tighten around him to prevent him from moving away so he stopped mid step and looked at Malone expectedly.

When Carmichael stepped back into him, Brett didn’t know what to expect. His mind threw up all kinds of red flags, but his body ignored them all. He reacted out of instinct, an instinct that was as natural as breathing to him when he was attracted to someone. Brett pulled Carmichael close almost harshly. Close enough that Brett felt every toned and sculpted ridge of Carmichael’s body from his nipples to his knees; including the rookie’s erection that rubbed deliciously against his.

“What do you want to do, rookie?” Brett asked because he needed to know what Carmichael was looking for if they took this any further.

Evan didn’t know what he wanted. Well, that wasn’t totally true. He wanted the ache in his throbbing cock, the ache that Malone seemed to share within him, to be eased. Still, he didn’t know how to put voice to what he
thought
he wanted other than to get off and relieve the pressure behind the zipper of his jeans. Since he couldn’t find the words to express his need, Evan let his body do the talking for him.

All of the contact Carmichael’s body made with Brett registered only moments before the man’s mouth crashed against his lips once more. This kiss wasn’t like the last. No, it wasn’t a dry press of lips, but instead it was a remembrance of the wet tongue filled hunger attack on his mouth that Brett felt yesterday when he held Carmichael.

Brett didn’t hesitate or pause, or even question, when he felt the rookie’s tongue seek entrance into his mouth. God, no. Brett welcomed the intrusion because another taste of Carmichael was too tempting not to take.

The taste of Malone was as powerful as it had been that morning and Evan let the taste consume him. He never even realized he had pressed into Malone so close that they were breathing and sync when they finally came up for air.

“God,” Evan exhaled and leaned in to kiss Malone again.

Brett’s mind echoed Carmichael’s exclamation, but he pulled back from delving into another heated kiss with the rookie. As much as he wanted to lose himself in the taste of Carmichael’s mouth and the feel of the younger man’s toned body pressed against him, Brett had to stop the rookie from closing the distance even more.

“Yeah,” Brett raised his chin to prevent their lips from connecting again.

Brett wanted to push Carmichael away and put some distance between them so they could figure out what the hell was going on between them and what they should do next. The rookie didn’t give him the opportunity to act after he spoke.

“Let’s go,” Evan offered when Malone pulled back slightly. “Let’s see where this goes, Malone.”

Evan was nervous. He had never even been so forward with a woman and at least
he knew
what to do with a woman. Still, every fiber of his being urged him to explore what Malone was making him feel. Plus, if nothing else, Evan always rolled with his feelings and Malone being male didn’t change that.

Brett heard Carmichael’s request and once more his rational mind practically screamed that caving into his body’s want was a bad, bad idea. Not only for the closet door he wanted to remain solidly, fucking shut at work, but also for his heart. Because somehow, be it Carmichael’s behavior tonight or his previous breakdowns at work where Brett was able to offer comfort, the rookie was already pulling heartstrings that Brett would have preferred weren’t touched at all.

“You don’t know what you’re asking,” Brett finally managed to reply and met Carmichael’s pale gray, hungry stare.

“I think I do,” Evan replied and resisted locking lips with Malone again. When the man raised a brow that clearly indicated that he didn’t believe him, Evan elaborated. “I don’t want you to fuck me, but I’m sure there is more we could do than just you sticking your dick up my ass since I’m attracted to you.”

All Brett could do for several seconds was blink down in response to Carmichael’s bluntness. Every one of Brett’s fantasies about the rookie had nothing to do with him sticking his cock up Carmichael’s ass. No, they were just the opposite, but he wasn’t surprised that Carmichael would assume he was the one who wanted to do the fucking. Based on his size, Brett was used to guys assuming he was a Top because there weren’t many 6’4”, 240 pound man who were willing to practically beg to take it up the ass.

Oh yeah, there is more
, Brett thought, but apparently the leg spreader’s let the thought escape his lips.

“Good.” Evan grinned up at Malone and didn’t give the man the chance to say another word before he leaned forward and sealed their lips together. He didn’t let himself become lost in Malone’s taste for too long before he pulled away. “You’ve been drinking, so I’ll drive.”

Brett barely had a chance to catch his breath before Carmichael pulled back. Not only pulled back out of his embrace, but grabbed his arm and started dragging him toward the door. He gave no thought to their co-workers and their boyfriends when he followed without saying a word. In fact, he didn’t say anything until Carmichael spoke to him again when they stood waiting for the light to change at the corner of 7
th
and 15
th
.

“You parked in the garage?”

Evan glanced up at Malone and tried to ignore the somewhat glazed look in the man’s eyes. He knew the expression on Malone’s face had nothing to do with the man being drunk. Still, Malone’s somewhat shocked expression concerned him. He knew that Malone was attracted to him, but Malone’s words about ‘experimenting’ resonated in his head and he had a good idea that those words were what Malone was thinking about right now.

“I am.”

Evan didn’t say anything during the walk down the block to the parking garage. He shot a curious glance at Malone after he pressed the elevator button. When it arrived and he pushed open, he turned toward Malone.

“I’m on three and you shouldn’t drive,” Evan repeated.

Brett heard the rookie’s words, but driving his Camaro was the last thing on his mind let alone what floor he had parked on.

“Malone,” Even called his name and snapped Brett out of his trance that was filled with a whole lot of naked rookie. “Did you hear what I said?”

“No, sorry.” Brett chuckled embarrassingly. “I was distracted.”

“Uh huh.” Evan grinned. “I asked if you wanted me to drive your Camaro since it’s a lot nicer than my truck if we are going to leave one of them here.”

“Sure.” Brett dug his keys out of his pocket and handed them over.

“What floor you want?”

“Four, but it’s a shorter walk from five.”

“Okay.” Evan punched the button for the fifth floor.

Neither of them spoke as Carmichael drove them out in Ybor. Each man was lost in their own thoughts. It wasn’t until Evan took an exit off I-275 that Brett realized they were going to Carmichael’s place.

Malone’s silence was making Evan more nervous as if he wasn’t already nervous enough. He didn’t bother to turn off Malone’s Camaro when he stopped in front of his place and turned to look at the man.

“Look, I can take you home and…,” Evan began, but his breath hitched when Malone turned to look at him.

The look was full of hunger and want. It made the rest of the words Evan was about to say freeze in his throat at the same time his cock hardened and began to throb in time with his racing heart.

Brett knew what Carmichael was about to offer and that the right thing to do would have been to let the rookie take him home.
Fuck the right thing
, Brett thought and raised his hand to grasp the nape of Carmichael’s neck. He pulled the younger man toward him and for the first time, initiated a kiss.

He didn’t restrain himself. Brett let all of his hunger for the rookie pour into the kiss at the same time he palmed Carmichael’s hard-on through his jeans. Brett wasn’t gentle with his touch, either. If the moan that filled his mouth and the hips that thrust up into his hand were anything to go by, his touch was just rough enough.

Holy shit,
Evan’s mind barely formed the thought because Malone’s taste and touch was driving him to the brink of mental incoherency. Only the tightening of his balls that was the indication he was about to cream his jeans like some teenager made him break the heated kiss.

“Stop, stop,” Evan panted and pulled back at the same time he grabbed Malone’s wrist.

Brett moved back to his side of the car and cursed himself.
What the hell was I thinking messing around with a straight guy?

“Just take...,” Brett started to say, but Carmichael cut him off at the same time he turned off the car.

“I was too close.” Evan could feel his face heating up. “We need to go inside,” his words were rushed and he escape the car as if it was on fire.

Brett blinked several times and by the time his mind finally processed Carmichael’s words, the rookie was standing on his sidewalk waiting for him.

Evan watched Malone sit in his Camaro for a few minutes. He thought that he’d made a mistake by stopping the grope-fest in the car and that Malone might have changed his mind. Evan didn’t realize he was holding his breath until it escaped his lips when Malone finally stepped out of his Camaro.

Chapter Twelve

Bret
t
resisted touching Carmichael before they were safely behind the guy’s closed door to his place. However, once that door shut and locked behind the rookie, all his restraint flew right out the proverbial window.

Evan wasn’t prepared when he turned toward Malone after locking his door. The man was on him like a lion taking down a gazelle and Evan reveled in being the prey for Malone’s predator.

Hands pushed under his tank top and Evan groaned into Malone’s mouth at the touch of the older firefighter’s rough palms. The touch of skin on skin made Evan crave more than just Malone’s hands. The fabric of his tank bunched up under his arms, but not before he managed to get his hands under Malone’s shirt to touch the man’s rock-hard abs.

Carmichael skin was just as smooth and soft as Brett knew it would be. Not soft like a woman, even though Brett really wouldn’t know. But soft skin that covered toned muscles that were all male. He felt Carmichael’s hands that burrowed under his shirt and he wanted to feel more of those hands all over his body. Consequences be damned, because right
now
, he needed Carmichael’s touch. So, he broke away from the flavor of Carmichael’s mouth that he was quickly becoming addicted to and ignored the mew of protest that ghosted over Evan’s lips.

Evan felt Malone pull away and tried to follow, but the man’s hands were too persistent on his tank top that it couldn’t be pushed up any higher into his armpits. He had to force himself to stop touching Malone long enough to raise his arms. The man removed his sweaty tank top and ducked his head to his nipple so quickly that Evan barely had time to gasp and lower his arms.

Brett forgot all about wanting to feel more of Carmichael’s hands all over his body the moment he got the tank top off the man. He hadn’t planned to lower his head or take the pert brown nub into his mouth. In fact, it wasn’t until he felt Carmichael’s hands fisting in his hair that Brett gave any thought again to the rookie’s hands on him.

“Oh fuck,” Evan hissed out at the same time he arched his back to feel more of the hot wet mouth wrapped around his nipple.

He was barely aware that he was pulling Malone’s hair. Or maybe clenching the soft dark locks into his fists to force the man’s mouth closer was a better description. Evan never felt Malone open his jeans because he was so absorbed in the sensations that felt like they were shooting straight from his nipple to his nuts.

“Oh God,” Evan moaned.

Brett would’ve smiled at Carmichael’s reaction to his hand wrapping around the man’s cock if he hadn’t been so focused on tasting the prize he now held. He gave one last hard suck on the nipple between his lips before he dropped fluidly to his knees. Brett was sure that by the jolt of pain across his skull that he had caught Carmichael by surprise. He didn’t care if the rookie had handfuls of his hair and he now had bald spots. Nope. All he cared about was the cock he ungracefully shoved between his lips.

A sound burst uncontrollably from Evan’s throat and he doubled over Malone’s head. This wasn’t his first blow job by any longshot, but the sudden and unexpected heat of Malone’s mouth surrounding his cock caused almost a sensation overload. His hands scrambled against Malone shirt and his fists tightened until the shirt was pulled up to expose a shit ton of muscular back.

“Wait, wait,” Evan panted harshly.

Brett heard Carmichael and felt the guy trying to pull him off by tugging against the back of his shirt. He ignored the rookie’s pleas. The taste of Carmichael’s dripping cock on his tongue was too all consuming when it leaked against his taste buds for him to stop now. He didn’t even need to raise his hand up like he normally would do to stimulate a trick and cup the rookie’s balls to know Carmichael was close.

Instead, he grasped Carmichael’s hips and used his broad shoulders to pin the rookie against the door to prevent him from getting away. Another delicious spurt caressed his tongue and Brett took a deep breath through his nose before he swallowed Carmichael down. Literally.

The rookie wasn’t small by any means, but Brett still managed to get Carmichael’s cock buried deep in his throat. He kept it there until the need to breathe became too great. Brett was just pulling back when Carmichael shouted almost painfully and he felt blunt nails dig along the expanse of his back scrambling for something to grab.

Quickly, Brett took another deep breath through his nose at the same time that he felt the first gush of Carmichael’s pleasure in his mouth. The almost sweet tangy flavor that made Brett’s taste buds explode and his mouth water didn’t stop him from swallowing down the delicious cock in his mouth again. He didn’t stop swallowing once Carmichael was deeply lodged in his throat, either. Brett knew just how mind blowing a throat milking could be so he swallowed until the urge to breathe forced him to pull back again.

“Holy fucking hell,” Evan muttered with panted breath against the center of Malone’s back.

Evan was sure he would collapse if the guy didn’t have him pinned against his front door. Malone finally released his still semi-hard cock from the ecstasy that was his mouth. He straightened back up and when Malone finally met his eyes, Evan only had two words to say.

“Bedroom. Now.”

Brett rocked back and forced himself to stand. It wasn’t until he was upright that his painfully hard cock reminded him of its presence. Still, as much as he wanted to whip it out and relieve himself, or pull Carmichael’s hand toward his groin to achieve the same result, he didn’t.

He stepped back away from Carmichael instead and watched the rookie’s face for any signs of regret. He saw nothing but blissed out satisfaction. It didn’t escape Brett’s notice that Carmichael was still almost hard. That made him smile.

Evan didn’t know what to make of Malone sudden smile. The women he had been with who smiled like that after getting him off by sucking his cock usually smiled smugly. Malone’s smile didn’t look the least bit smug.

He let his gaze roam over the rest of Malone’s body without giving any thought to tucking himself away. The older firemen’s shirt was a rumpled mess and Evan wasn’t surprised considering the way he had fisted and yanked on the damn thing. In fact, if anything, he was surprised he hadn’t torn it and it was still in one piece.

As his eyes traveled lower they locked on the blatant outline of Malone’s arousal behind the zipper of the guy’s jeans. Evan felt guilty for a moment because he had gotten off and Malone didn’t. That moment was fleeting because they sure as hell weren’t done for the night. He wanted Malone naked and in his bed. Now.

Brett was still smiling when Carmichael stepped forward and kissed the smile right off his face. The palm that pressed and rubbed hard against his aching prick, made him gasp into the rookie’s mouth. No sooner had that gasp finished passing his lips, did he feel Carmichael smile.

“C’mon.” Evan forced himself to stop feeling his first ever erection that was not his own. “Bedroom.”

Brett let Carmichael lead him down the hall to a bedroom. The rookie didn’t bother turning on any lights along the way or even once they were inside the bedroom.

He didn’t know what to expect. His experience with the few ‘straight’ guys he had been with were nowhere near a guide for what was going on tonight. ‘Straight’ guys were usually hesitant and Carmichael sure as hell wasn’t hesitating right now. Still, Brett didn’t let himself get his hopes up for more than the possibility of a hand job. Brett stood dumbfounded when Carmichael sat on the bed to remove his shoes and pants.

Evan didn’t know what to make of Malone after he finished getting undressed. The man admitted he was gay and he was clearly aroused. However, he seemed in no rush to get naked or do anything about the hard on that was obviously straining against the zipper of his jeans hard enough to leave track marks.

His only experience with gay guys was from when he danced. Most were cool when he said he wasn’t interested, but some were more aggressive with their touches before they backed off. Malone’s passiveness was something he had never experienced from a guy who was attracted to him.

Maybe it has to do with being in the closet,
Evan thought.
Maybe he’s afraid I’ll say something at the station.

Brett watched Carmichael stand in all his naked glory and close the few feet of distance between them. Once the rookie stood in front of him, Brett couldn’t stop his hands from raising to the sides of Carmichael’s neck any more than he could stop himself from leaning down and kissing the man. He forced himself to be gentle. More for his own sanity than Carmichael’s.

He felt his shirt being pushed up and hot hands rubbing over his chest, palms barely ghosting over his nipples that were pebbled almost to the point of pain. He didn’t let that soft touch prevent him from keeping his kiss tender by stroking Carmichael’s tongue and lips with his own.

“Off,” Evan whispered into Malone’s mouth and no sooner did he toss the shirt to the floor, he started on the jeans. “These too.”

Brett tried to keep his kisses and touch gentle, but the moment Carmichael pushed his jeans over his hips, all thoughts of gentleness fled his mind. Shit, almost all thoughts of anything aside from getting off were nowhere to be found in his head.

Evan grinned into the lip-lock he had going on with Malone. The moment he got the man’s jeans down past his ass, Malone reacted with the aggressiveness Evan expected from the get-go. Malone’s body pushed against him and maneuvered him back toward his bed. Evan fought to lower Malone’s jeans even further. The denim finally gained the freedom Evan sought once it slithered past some undefined point on Malone’s thighs and gravity took over.

Brett had no control when his jeans tangled around his knees as he pushed Carmichael toward the bed. He barely caught himself to prevent crushing Carmichael when they crash down onto the bed.

The rookie’s legs spread to the outside of Brett’s and their cocks aligned so perfectly that Brett thought the sensation was heaven sent and had to fight his eyes to prevent them from rolling back in his head.

Evan gave no thought to their position when they stumbled and landed on his bed. He spread his legs and lifted his knees just enough to rest on Malone’s hips.

His semi hard cock wasn’t so semi-hard anymore when he felt Malone’s naked erection slide against him. Evan thrust up to feel more and was rewarded with a moan from deep in Malone’s chest that almost made him come all over them both.

Brett couldn’t have stopped grinding down into Carmichael’s naked body even if someone held a gun to his head. His body just reacted. It reacted to the feeling of the rookie’s hard cock grinding into him and the calves he felt almost wrapping around his waist.

He preferred to bottom, but that didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy a tight ass wrapped around his cock from time to time. As good as the legs wrapped around his hips and the heels that were digging into his calves to urge him closer felt, burying himself in a tight ass wasn’t what he wanted right now. No, his own ass wanted to feel full, but that damn rational voice in his head told him that Carmichael wasn’t ready to do that yet.

“Tell me what to do, Brett,” Evan requested. “I want to get you off too, but I don’t know what to do.”

Fuck me,
Brett wanted to say, but instead replied, “Touch me.” He felt Carmichael try to get a hand between them, but he didn’t leaned back to give the rookie room. “Just…,” Brett began, but couldn’t finish because he needed to suck on the plump lips that his eyes were glued to.

Evan didn’t stop Malone from the devouring in his mouth, but instead ran his hands over the man’s shoulders and down his sides. He met every one of Malone’s downward thrusts with an upward one of his own. If Malone gave him enough space, he would willingly take the guy’s cock in his hand and jerk him off. But, it didn’t seem to be what Malone meant when he requested to be touched.

Feeling Carmichael’s hands roaming over his body, the touch becoming more aggressive and harsher, the deeper he kissed and pushed down into the man was pushing Brett quickly past the point of no return. In fact, the point was passed before Brett even realized he was about to explode his pleasure between them. Apparently, Carmichael was in the same boat because by the time Brett realized he was cumming, he felt the hot wet heat of the rookie’s orgasm join his own between them.

They were no longer kissing and neither man could say when their lips parted to pant harshly against the other’s neck. Wet breaths caressed against sweaty skin and were in sync, just like the rapid thumping of their hearts.

Evan didn’t relax his legs. His knees still pressed into Malone’s hips and his heels still urged the older firefighter’s body closer. He didn’t want to break their connection and it had nothing to do with embarrassment or his insecurities about being with a man for the first time.

In all actuality, it had everything to do with how good and how right the pressure of Malone’s weight pushing him into his mattress felt. So, he did nothing, but enjoyed the feeling and wait for Malone’s reaction.

“Are you okay?” Brett whispered against Carmichael’s sweaty neck.

He knew Carmichael didn’t regret what had happened downstairs, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t regret what had just happened in his bed. So when Carmichael didn’t immediately reply, Brett pulled back and spoke again.