Ollie put his hand on Rob’s shoulder again and asked in a low voice, “Now tell me, is it true that you’re all terribly touchy about big hose jokes?”
Rob deflated with a sigh of relief. So he hadn’t messed everything up after all. He covered Ollie’s hand with his own and smiled into his dark eyes. “Big hose jokes? Depends who’s telling them—I’m willing to make exceptions.”
“What about fireman’s poles?” Ollie blinked, his effort at innocence undone by the flash of desire in his gaze. “Am I allowed to make gags about those too?”
“As much as you like.” Rob leaned close to Ollie’s neck and breathed in the scent of his cologne again. “You’re even allowed to make an inspection of my pole if you wish.”
Ollie released Rob’s shoulder. He stroked his finger down Rob’s arm and looped it into his belt. “What if I were to casually mention sliding down it? Would that be too much on a first date?”
Rob’s hips involuntarily twitched toward Ollie. “I think this must count as our second date, maybe even our third. After all, I’ve already wrestled you to the ground.”
“That firework would’ve taken my head clean off.” Ollie’s finger trailed lower, tracing the shape of Rob’s desire. “But the night could still go with a bang, Officer Rob.”
“Keep doing that,” Rob whispered as he brought his mouth to Ollie’s. His lips were so soft and Rob stroked the way inside with his tongue. He heard Ollie give a low, intoxicating sigh of pleasure as his finger continued to lazily move over him until Ollie’s palm settled atop his jeans, covering Rob’s heated erection.
Rob repaid him in kind, stroking over Ollie’s jodhpurs to his erection. Kissing more deeply, Rob popped open the top button, but waited for Ollie to show him if he wanted to go further. He felt the slightest movement in Ollie’s hips, his body straining toward Rob’s touch when he whispered, “Are you lighting my touchpaper, Officer?”
“If you want to explode in my hand, just say yes.” Rob toyed with Ollie’s zip, kissing with increasing heat.
“Yes,” Ollie breathed against Rob’s lips, the word low with longing. “I’m on fire, Mr. Monteagle.”
“I’m just the man to handle it.” Rob teased down the zip and was both pleased and surprised to discover that Ollie had nothing on underneath his jodhpurs. He took Ollie’s erection in his hand, caressing with sure strokes. “No underwear! Is that the Longley Magna way?”
“I’m a respectable sportsman, Mr. Monteagle, trapped in a waxed jacket and still clutching a passable bottle of white.” Ollie gasped, his eyelids fluttering for a moment. “And I thought if things went well tonight, you might prefer to find nothing between us but a pair of skintight jodhpurs.”
“Things are going very well.” Rob breathed against Ollie’s neck, stroking him harder. “Is there some sort of etiquette we follow here? Will you think me an utter tart if I suggest we go upstairs right now?”
“Since you’re asking me about the etiquette of a hook-up, doesn’t that make me the tart?” He held up the wine. “Should I leave this here?”
“Bring it upstairs.” Rob kissed his way from Ollie’s neck to his earlobe and tugged gently at it. “We’re a pair of tarts this evening, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Ollie shrugged one arm out of the heavy waxed jacket then switched the bottle to his other hand so he could finally take it off completely. All the time his gaze stayed on Rob and as he threw the coat over the banister he leaned forward to catch another soft kiss before he asked, “Would you like me to go first, so you can admire the jods?”
That bottom he had seen riding up and down in the saddle as Ollie rode past the cottage was now in the cottage, and Rob grinned. “You know me so well, and we’ve only just met. Go on, Ollie, let’s see this magnificent bottom of yours.”
“I don’t make a habit of this, but I don’t often see men as gorgeous as you either,” Ollie confided as he moved onto the first step. Then he offered a wink and turned, making his way upstairs with considered slowness.
Rob stayed at the bottom of the stairs, admiring the firmness of Ollie’s bottom and the strength in his legs, which was shown off so well by the tight jodhpurs. And those shiny boots seemed even shinier now. This peacocking show was all for Rob, and he was touched by it.
Once Ollie was halfway up the stairs, Rob followed, mesmerized by the sight before him. Not only of those honed legs and buttocks, but of the firm shape of Ollie’s back beneath his shirt. He caught up with Ollie at the top and put one arm around his shoulders, resting his hand on Ollie’s buttock. “Bedroom’s just ahead.”
“Is that where you polish your helmet?” Ollie asked with a rather impish grin. “And check the condition of your hose?”
Rob pushed open the door and revealed his bedroom. The scrubbed wooden floor and no-nonsense cream-colored bed linen and curtains gave it—at least, so Rob liked to think—an elegant yet practical air.
Thank God I tidied up earlier. “I think you’ll find, Mr. Tresham, that all my equipment is in good working order. A well-polished helmet is an essential part of a fire officer’s kit, you know. As is a robust hose that can stand up to the demands placed on it.”
“That’s hoses, helmet and poles all dispensed with.” Ollie stepped into the bedroom, his boots loud against the floor. He put the bottle down on Rob’s dresser and raised his eyebrow. “Have I missed any naughty references?”
“I’m sure you’ve covered everything—my turn now.” Rob winked at Ollie as he took Ollie’s erection in his hand again. “Are you erect in the saddle? How hard do you like your ride?”
“I’m known for the elegance of my bearing in competition,” he replied innocently. “But when I’m not in competition, I like a hard, fast ride.”
Rob put his hand on Ollie’s buttock and squeezed. “I haven’t had this much fun in ages, Ollie—honest, I haven’t! And now I’m torn because you look fantastic in these jodhpurs, but…” Rob found his way to Ollie’s mouth again, and kissed him with an intensity that took Rob by surprise. Or not—how could a kiss with this gorgeous man be anything but passionate?
“But you’d like to see me out of them?” Ollie slipped his arms around Rob’s waist.
“Yes.” Rob couldn’t articulate any other reply. “Do they sort of just…unpeel?”
“They do.” He met Rob’s gaze again, his eyes smoldering. Then, slowly, Ollie began to unbutton the shirt he wore. “They just slide right off.”
“Good to know. But I’m keeping you in them for a while longer. And these boots too…”
“I polished them up just for you.” Ollie reached the last button and unfastened it, letting his shirt fall open. “I wanted to look my best.”
Rob laid both palms flat against Ollie’s stomach then, his gaze moving between his hands and Ollie’s mischievous expression, stroked them up over his chest. He settled at Ollie’s nipples and tweaked them softly. “You look fantastic.”
Rob had some vague idea that showjumpers wore neat jackets and high-necked shirts. He could picture Ollie dressed just like that, but as the image came into focus in his mind, the imaginary jacket came unbuttoned and the fanciful shirt fell open beneath and Rob returned to the sight before him. Of Ollie Tresham, barely in his clothes.
Ollie Tresham, whose soft lips were parted in a sigh of pleasure, whose erection was standing out proudly between them, whose hand was sliding over Rob’s jeans again.
“One day, if you’re lucky, I’ll treat you to my dress uniform. A damn sight smarter than this outfit!” Rob plucked at his jumper before lifting it off over his head. He flung it away to land somewhere, and went back to caressing Ollie’s bare torso. Ollie shrugged his sculpted shoulders and let the shirt slide down his arms and onto the floor, then his hands were roaming Rob’s T-shirt, stroking and exploring.
“So we officially have a future past our tarty one-nighter?” Ollie grinned. “If your dress uniform doesn’t include tight T-shirts, that’s a missed opportunity, but the best I can of
fer is my smartest show jacket. I can bling it up with the medals if you ask very nicely.”
“If you can bear the sight of me again after tonight, then… I’d really like there to be a future for us.” Rob ran his hands over Ollie’s revealed skin, stroking and enjoying. “I’m finding it very difficult to imagine you clothed right now, but—wow, a jacket and medals? Really?” He smiled at Ollie.
“A tip of the hat to the judges.” Ollie raised his eyebrow. “Pristine jodhpurs, mirror shine on the boots. You’d approve.”
“I most certainly would!”
“Come out for dinner with me tomorrow night?” Ollie began to carefully pull Rob’s T-shirt from his jeans, the endeavor delayed by the way he constantly returned his appreciative hands to Rob’s chest. “And if you’re terribly good, I’ll show you my medals afterwards…”
“Where does one go for dinner in Longley Magna?” Rob tried to think of neat tablecloths and simple floral arrangements and laminated menus and… All in vain as a shiver ran through him. “Sorry about that… Getting excited. More excited, that is. At the thought of dinner. And…erm…other things.”
“If you don’t mind organized chaos, I’ll cook at my place?” Ollie lifted Rob’s T-shirt up and over his arms, flinging it aside. “It smells a bit horsy and there’re bits of tack everywhere, but I do a mean chicken curry?”
Rob put his arm around Ollie’s waist and drew him close, until they were skin to skin. Smiling, he bumped the tip of his nose against Ollie’s. “That sounds amazing. Speaking of horses… Did you walk here, or is there a horse tethered to my gate?” Rob wasn’t serious, but bearing in mind what passed for normal in Longley Magna, a horse in his front garden wouldn’t have surprised him.
“I walked here,” Ollie told him. “My lot are all safely stabled and under the watch of some very trusted grooms tonight. The horses don’t mind fireworks but it pays to be careful and I’m the sort of pa who frets.”
“You’re lovely,” Rob told him. “Thinking about your horses like that.” Rob ran his fingertips along Ollie’s jaw, chasing their path with his mouth. He had no idea how but he felt very tenderly toward Ollie, while being at the same time so aroused by him and attracted to him that he struggled to keep a lid on the heat of his emotions.
“The grooms chased me away to the pub because I was worrying around checking everything.” Ollie laughed, kissing Rob’s cheek. “And there you were, in your T-shirt, looking good enough to eat!”
“Thank goodness they did, or I would’ve had to wait even longer to meet the man of my dreams—the man whose bottom looks amazing as he rides past my house!” Rob returned to stroking Ollie’s erection and slipped his other hand round to Ollie’s buttocks, circling the taut muscles.
“You probably don’t remember but a few weeks ago, when the weather was nicer, you were out painting those window frames that you restored.” Ollie slid his arms around Rob and eased his hands into the back pockets of his jeans. “And I came past leading one of the ponies. I never rode that route until I saw you, then I thought maybe I could engineer a meeting if I did but you were never outside again!”
“Bloody hell, I wouldn’t have stayed indoors sanding the sodding floorboards if I’d known that!” Rob laughed, then dipped his head to kiss Ollie again. “Please get me out of these jeans, Ollie—I’m going to do myself an injury in a minute. They’re a bit—y’know…”
“Strained?” Ollie nodded. “Get on that bed, Firefighter Rob, I’m ready to inspect the equipment!”
Rob got rid of his socks, then fell backward onto the springy mattress. He arched an eyebrow at Ollie, deliberately posing for him just as Ollie had peacocked for him. “Ready for your inspection, sir!”
Ollie gave a very firm nod then bounced onto the bed beside Rob. He might’ve taken his time unfastening his own shirt, but he didn’t do Rob’s jeans the same courtesy. He was careful, thank goodness, but there was no shortage of enthusiasm as he popped the button free then slid down the zip. As Ollie was now kneeling on the mattress, his jodhpurs open and his torso naked, Rob had a fairly good idea that showjumping might not be the only field in which Ollie Tresham was a gold-standard competitor.
“I can’t believe the gorgeous guy I saw in the summer is gay.” Ollie edged down the bed, sliding Rob’s jeans over his legs. “And even better, I’m about to see what a real-life hunky fireman keeps in his boxers! I bet you’ve done one of those calendars, haven’t you?”
He threw the jeans aside and closed his fingers around the waistband of Rob’s shorts before going on. “Strategically placed helmet and all that, Captain?”
Rob shifted under Ollie’s gaze. He was bathed in heat from his eyes, as if he were lying in the sun. “As a matter of fact…it was a strategically placed length of rolled-up hose! Raised a lot of money—they had to do a second print run. I’ve got a couple of copies kicking about somewhere.”
“I’m hoping that by tomorrow morning, I’ll be more familiar with the real thing.” Ollie slid Rob’s shorts over his hips and leaned down to kiss him. “They’d need a hell of a long hose to hide your modesty.”
Rob laughed softly, then wrapped his arms tight around Ollie and claimed his mouth in a hungry kiss. This felt so right, even if they’d only met that very evening. “Bloody hell, you really turn me on. You do realize that, don’t you?”
“I kind of guessed.” He took Rob’s newly revealed erection in his hand, stroking it firmly. “When you didn’t show tonight, I knew what you thought. It was Pa I was furious with, not you.”
“I’m sorry.” Rob combed his hand through Ollie’s dark hair. “I really am. If I’d taken two seconds just to think—I nearly lost the chance at this. Us. I was so desperate to get to know you better—but did you enjoy that roll on the ground? Apart from the very necessary reason for me plunging onto you!”
“It made my night.” Ollie laughed, his hand still stroking. “You wouldn’t have lost anything, because I would’ve found some excuse to rock up tomorrow instead!”
“Phew!” Rob gently thrust his hips against Ollie’s hand. Still feeling the feathery thickness of Ollie’s hair, he whispered, “So…you wouldn’t mind being underneath a strapping fireman for a second time this evening, then?”
“I’m bloody well counting on it,” he whispered. Then he sat up and slid the shorts lower until he could throw them onto the floor. Rob felt the heat in Ollie’s gaze as it swept over him. “You are utterly gorgeous. I hope you know that.”
“I suppose I’m not too bad a specimen.” Rob grinned at him, pillowing one arm behind his head. Posing again, because he liked to be warmed by Ollie’s gaze. And how warming it was, his eyes widening just a little, the tip of his tongue emerging to briefly lick his lips. Then he leaned down again and pressed his mouth to Rob’s chest, kissing him softly. Rob cradled Ollie’s head in his arms and sighed with pleasure at Ollie’s kisses.
He hadn’t dare to hope he could ever be this happy, and was it true, really, that he and Ollie had a future? He wanted them to, he really did. There was nothing to stand in the way.
“I got a bit worried when I was on my way to Pa’s,” Ollie murmured against Rob’s skin. “I didn’t want you to think I was always picking up men in pubs.”
“I wouldn’t judge you if you did.” Rob moaned, arching into Ollie’s kisses. “I’d just be grateful that you’d chosen me.”
“I had a feeling you might be gay.” He sank down onto Rob, dipping his tongue into his belly button for a second. “But when you kept looking at my jodhpurs, I knew we were on the same page. Thank God.”
Ollie fell silent as his tongue trailed to the base of Rob’s cock in one sinuous line. Then, with a delicious slowness, he licked along the length of his erection and raised his gaze, those dark eyes meeting Rob’s. Then he pressed a very soft kiss to the tip and murmured mischievously, “My very own fireman’s pole.”
A gentle ripple of laughter went through Rob, but it only masked for a moment the intensity of his desire and his
hips rose as if chasing Ollie’s lips. “Those jodhpurs of yours—I tried so hard not to look. I didn’t want to be too obvious, but, Ollie—you look sensational in them.” Even half in them as Ollie now was, erection primed and poking out through the unfastened zip.
“What about the boots?” He trailed his tongue down Rob’s erection again. “As polished as your fireman’s helmet?”
Rob hissed his breath through clenched teeth. “Those boots of yours need a warning—May cause unexpected arousal.” Rob gasped, his hips rising again to Ollie’s mouth. His lover caught him between those exquisite, full lips and slid his mouth sensuously up and down, his tongue swirling and licking as he did so. All the time he was watching Rob then, his mouth still moving, he lowered himself down on his hands so he was on all fours, his jodhpur-clad bottom presented at what he must know was its best angle.
Rob tried to clasp Ollie’s bottom, but couldn’t quite reach. He had to content himself with Ollie’s shock of dark brown hair, which felt so soft to the touch. “You massive tease, Tresham!”
That firm bottom wiggled as Ollie’s mouth rose and fell again, enough to tantalize without robbing them of the main attraction. On and on Ollie went until he took his erection in his own hand and began stroking it in time with the movement of his mouth.
The sight of Ollie in boots and jodhpurs had been the hottest thing Rob thought he’d see all evening, but it had been well and truly surpassed by this. He dug his heels into the bed, writhing under Ollie’s attentions as he gasped his name. The mysterious man on horseback was in Rob’s bed, and he couldn’t quite believe it was happening.
And God, those jodhpurs…
Ollie lifted his head and looked at Rob, his hand still working. Then he asked softly, “So, how d’you want me?”
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