Reflash

by Sandrine Gasq-Dion

  “Look at our little firemen, Cole.”

  “I know. They’ve grown up so fast , ” Cole sighed.

  Chaz leaned into Cole’s ear. “I’d love to be able to read their thoughts right about now.”

  “Oh me , too, ” Cole smiled .

  Austin felt Tucker’s strong chest against his and fought to stay upright. Tucker’s thumb was moving slowly on his lower back in a seductive massage and t he scent of hi s cologne was driving him up the wall . He couldn’t place it but, Jesus, it was arousing. The song was slow and Austin prayed it wouldn’t end anytime soon. He felt so comfortable in Tucker’s arms. The hairs on his neck stood straight up when Tucker spoke in his ear.

  “I meant it, you look really good, ” Tucker said.

  “So do you, ” Austin breathed. Holy shit that came out almost sexual. “So, a month, huh?”

  Tucker couldn’t help himself, he nuzzled Austin’s ear as he responded. “Well, we had to get our place and get situated at the precinct. We’ve been working the night shift, so we hardly have time to do anything but sleep and work.”

  “Oh.” Austin closed his eyes as Tucker’s arms wrapped around him a little tighter. “I thought … well…”

  “You thought what?” Tucker pulled back a little, looking into Austin’s eyes. He did look hurt.

  Austin shrugged. “I just thought you would call. I mean, I thought we had fun.”

  Tucker leaned in a little closer. “I didn’t think you wanted me to.”

  Austin’s heart raced, Tucker was inches from his face. Those luscious lips were inches from his, begging to be kissed. Austin blinked rapidly, trying to clear his mind.

  “I would have liked to have kept in touch.”

  “Phone lines work both ways, Austin, ” Tucker said.

  “I know, I was just …”

  “You were what?” Tucker asked.

  “Nothing.” Austin laid his head back on Tucker’s chest, closing his eyes. I was trying to see if when you left, the feelings would go with you.

  Wesley was having a hard time with Kurt in his arms. It had taken a few times for them to get in to a groove, what with both of them wanting to lead. Finally, Wesley allowed Kurt to lead . Now , as he swayed to the music , he was acutely aware of Kurt’s hands on his lower back, inches above his ass , the fingers gripping more tightly every now and then. His dick was screaming in his pants and Wesley kept telling it to shut the fuck up. Kurt’s cheek was pressed against his and th e smooth skin rubbed enticingly .

  “Wow, you’ve come a long way, ” Wesley chuckled.

  Kurt smiled, tightening his grip on Wesley’s hips. “I have a lot of really good gay friends. I’m much more comfortable now.”

  So I can feel. Wesley dipped his head to speak into Kurt’s ear. “So does that mean you’re free to go to the movies this weekend?”

  Kurt stiffened. A s much as he wanted to say yes, he and Austin had made plans to go camping. “Oh…I—”

  “It’s okay,” Wesley said quickly. “I guess it was too much.”

  “No, no, no,” Kurt scrambled to explain. “Austin and I made plans to go c a mping this weekend. Well, I’m fishing at Lake Cushman, I just happen to have to stay there and camp as well. If I didn’t have plans I would go, Wesley.”

  “Fishing, huh?” Wesley chuckled, pulling Kurt closer.

  “Yes, Austin wants to go camping in Olympic National Forest. I guess he’s been before and say s it ’s beautiful.”

  “It is, ” Wesley said. He and Tucker had been there a few times, just to run. “Be careful , though, there are bears out there.”

  “Bears?” Kurt pulled away a little. That was a mistake, Wesley’s eyes fixed on his. Kurt swore his body was melting into Wesley’s.

  “Yes, and wolves,” Wesley smiled seductively.

  Kurt swallowed hard. Okay, so he’d thought about Wesley for months, and the way Wesley was looking at him was making him stammer. Having the man this close to him, smelling so damn good, was making his dick hard. What the fuck? “W-wolves?”

  “Yes, you know the ones that look like dogs, but are much bigger?” Wesley grinned, pulling Kurt close again.

  “I know what wolves are, smartass, ” Kurt laughed. He’d missed this, being with Wesley was just…comfortable.

  The music changed and Kurt heard a loud whistle a cross from them. Preston and Wyatt were whistling and pointing at the DJ. Sean Knight had shown up with Olivia, and now they were playing the firehouse song.

  “I have to go…um, it’s like a tradition.” Kurt pulled away from Wesley ; the loss registered right away. His body was pissed.

  “Okay, ” Wesley said. The music skipped then star ted again ; it was DMX’s “Party Up .” Wesley walked over to the table they had secured and sat down next to Tucker as the men started on the floor. Seattle’s firemen were doing their dance.

  “Well fuck me and slap my ass,” Chaz’s eyes widened. “Isn’t that some shit?”

  Kory cracked up. “I love the way you talk, Chaz.”

  Chaz blinked. “Oops, I’m supposed to be out there, too , ” Chaz laughed, grabbing Cole.

  Tucker couldn’t help but wipe his mouth; Austin’s hands were sliding down his chest to his cock. He rolled his hips, as his hand slid over his dick, grabbing it. Tucker almost fell off the stool. “Jesus , ” h e whispered.

  The crowd in the club was going crazy; the men of the Seattle firehouse were taking their shirts off, spinning them around on the tips of their fingers as they pumped the air with their hips. Kory was impressed with his brother - he had some moves. Kory suddenly felt eyes on him, and a slow tingle slid up his spine as the feeling of being watched became more pronounced. His eyes scanned the club, looking for whoever was watching him. His eyes fell on the corner of the club where two men sat side by side. The bright lights passed over t hem and Kory got a good look at one of them. He was huge ; his biceps screamed against his T-shirt and his eyes were looking Kory over slowly. The man smiled, raising his beer. Kory felt his cheeks heating and nodded, returning the smile.

  The men came off the dance floor and Cole found Kory gazing at a man across the room. The two men were smiling.

  “Well, well, little Maguire, ” Cole leaned in Kory’s ear, his eyes undressing the man currently staring at Kory. “That’s quite a find.”

  Kory tilted his head. “You think so?”

  “Oh my God, child! That man is del ectable with a capital ‘D.’ I would get on my knees and —”

  “Okay then!” Chaz pulled Cole away from Kory.

  Kory chuckled as Chaz playfully spanked Cole’s ass. His attention went to Wesley; the man was fixated on Kurt dancing with Austin . It was painfully obvious, even to him, that Wesley liked his brother. Kory made his way closer to Wesley, sitting on the stool next to him. “So, you like my brother?”

  Wesley looked over at Kory in surprise. “What?”

  Kory smiled, leaning into Wesley’s ear. “It’s kinda obvious.”

  “Oh, um, well…” Wesley tried to come up with something, anything, to deny his true feelings.

  “Hey, it’s okay. I’m rooting for you to get your guy, ” Kory winked.

  “Huh?” Wesley sat back on the stool. To say he was surprised was one hell of an understatement. “Your brother’s not gay.”

  “Did someone tell him that?” Kory said. “Becaus e when he was dancing with you I could tell he was into it .”

  “How old are you?” Wesley asked.

  “I’m nineteen; I may be young , but I’m not blind, ” Kory said, standing up. “Just be patient.”

  Wesley sat with his mouth ajar. He felt Tucker poke his ribs.

  “What was that all about?” Tucker asked.

  “The little Maguire just told me Kurt may actually like me, ” Wesley said, turning to face Tucker.

  Tucker smiled wide. “Well, there ya go!”

  “They ’re going camping this weeke n d, ” Wesley said.

  “Yeah?” Tucker waggled his eyebrows.r />
  “Tucker…” Wesley snickered, shaking his head.

  “What? We could go, just to keep an eye on them?” Tucker smiled. One of the men who had show n up was walking over to him. Chaz? He thought that was his name.

  “Would you like to dance?” Chaz asked Tucker.

  “Sure.” Tucker stood up, putting his beer on the table.

  Chaz scanned the club for Austin as he dragged Tucker t o the dance floor. He found him standing by the bar drinking bottled water. “So , Tucker, Austin tells me you’re a cop?”

  “Austin talks about me?” Tucker looked at Chaz in surprise.

  “Well, sure he does, ” Chaz said, wrapping his arms around Tucker’s neck. “I hear you are quite the cop.”

  Tucker was aware of Chaz’s hard-on pressed into his thigh. “I’ve been told I’m a good cop, ” Tucker smiled, looking at Chaz. “So, you ’re a firefighter , too?”

  “Yep, best job ever,” Chaz eyed Tucker’s well defined body. “So, are you taken? Or are you available?”

  Tucker looked into Chaz’s eyes; a hint of mischief flicked behind them. “I’m not currently involved with anyone, but I do have feelings for someone.”

  “Oh?” Chaz rubbed up against Tucker as his eyes travelled to the bar and caug ht sight of Austin’s face. Jealousy was rearing its ugly green head. “So this person you have feelings for, is he worth your dashing good looks and outstanding personality?”

  Tucker locked eyes with Austin, even from across the room the jealousy emanated from Austin’s skin, sending rolling waves of it over the dance floor. Tucker pulled away from Chaz, keeping some distance between them. “He’s worth everything.”

  “Must be a special guy,” Chaz said.

  “He is. He’s everything I’ve ever wanted. I’ll never want anyone else, ” Tucker said.

  Chaz pulled back in surprise. “Wow, sounds like you are in love .”

  Tucker blinked. Was that what his feelings for Austin were? He knew the mate bond had one hell of a strong pull, but love? For almost a year they hadn’t spoken, hadn’t seen each other and yet, the feelings for Austi n had never wavered, never lesse ned in all that time . A nd now, looking at Austin, he knew they never would. “Maybe I am.”

  “Damn,” Chaz smiled, looking at Tucker. “That guy sure is lucky.”

  “I think I’m the lucky one,” Tucker said, smiling at Austin. The smile was returned from Austin.

  By two in the morning, all of them were dead on their feet. Kory was half asleep standing up. He was vaguely aware of being held up by his brother and Austin and walked out to the truck.

  “Don’t worry ‘bout me,” Kory mumbled. “Say good night to the cops.”

  Austin looked at Kurt, raising his brows.

  Kurt shrugged. He turned to find Wesley standing behind him. “So, um, maybe next weekend we could go see a movie? If that works for you?” Kurt stepped closer to Wesley.

  “Sure, I’ll give you a call and we can see what our schedules look like.”

  “Okay.” Kurt stepped closer again, and tentatively put his arms around Wesley’s neck, hugging him. “It was good to see you.” The feelings were there. Kurt closed his eyes. Just like before, even after all the time apart, he had feelings for Wesley. He just couldn’t put a name to them. Yet. “Good night, Wesley.”

  “Goodnight, Kurt.” Wesley made himself let go, and step back.

  Tucker kept his eyes locked on Austin’s; they were just staring at each other. Finally, he broke the silence between them.

  “How about dinner one of these nights? If that’s too weird we can go to a game or something?”

  Austin smiled, taking Tucker’s hand. “Dinner is just fine. I haven’t seen you in so long; it’ll be good to catch up. I wish we could do something this weekend, but I’ve already made plans with Kurt.”

  “It’s all right, I understand, ” Tucker said.

  “Will y ou…call me? I’ll be back on Sunday, ” Austin stepped close to Tucker, taking his other hand.

  “I w ill . That’s a promise.”

  Austin closed the gap, taking Tucker into his arms and hugging him. “I missed you, ” h e whispered. Seeing Tucker on the dance floor with Chaz had caused something inside him to snap. He didn’t want Tucker dating anyone, touching anyone.

  “I missed you , too, ” Tucker nuzzled Austin’s hair. “Have fun this weekend.”

  “I’ll try,” Austin said. That was the truth; he knew his whole weekend would be spent thinking about Tucker Storm .

  Wyatt leaned against his Jeep, smiling like a child in a candy store. “Well, look at that.”

  “Wyatt, did you set this up?” Preston narrowed his eyes.

  “I have no idea what you’re talking about, ” Wyatt winked, opening the Jeep’s door and getting in.

  “Whatever he did,” Chaz smiled, watching Austin and Tucker looking at each other as they both walked in different directions , “I think it worked.”

  ~~ Austin said goodnight to Kurt and Kory and sli pped into his room. He fell on his bed and stared at the ceiling. He knew he should be taking a shower, cleaning the club off of him, but he was too tired. Oh, who the fuck am I kidding? I’m not showering because Tucker’s smell is all over me. Just fucking admit it, Jacobson . He’d been out twice in the time Tucker had left. Twice. Both times with the same woman, Nina. Both times he’d tried to get out of the date. Even while getting head, his mind had been elsewhere. It wasn’t as if Nina wasn’t hot and had the sucking power of an industrial vacuum, she just didn’t do it for him. In fact, over the last six months, no woman had turned his head. If he was going to be honest with himself, the short period of time he’d spent with Tucker had changed him somehow.

  He wasn’t going to go out and march in the gay pride parade anytime soon, but things were definitely changing in his head. He’d never been one to spout hate, not once, and wh en he’d gotten to the firehouse he’d had no clue Preston was gay until Sean told him. The gays he expected were the ones his p arents had painted a picture of: Limp wristed, lisping, feminine, Jesus haters. Preston and Wyatt were far from it, and when he’d met Cole and Chaz the gay stereotype was blown out of the water. Chaz had played football for the Seattle Sea hawks at one point and Cole had been an investment banker before both of them had joined the fire department . They did not scream ‘limp wristed gays; ’ in fact Chaz’s mannerisms screamed ‘run or I’ll kick the shit out of you .’

  Now he had Tucker, a six foot one cop who was muscular as hell with a deep , sexually silky voice that made Austin’s toes curl. When Tucker’s hands had been on him tonight, Austin had thought he’d combust from being so close to him. Austin sighed and turned on his side, looking at the clock. He had to admit, he’d been hurt to know Tucker had been in Seattle for a month and hadn’t called. But Austin didn’t think Tucker had lost interest in him, not the way Tucker had held him when they danced. Those strong hands had slid up his back, gripping his hips, pulling him closer.

  Austin reached between his legs to find his cock hard and ready for a nice , long pull. He unzipped his jeans and wrapped his hand around his throbbing erection. Rubbing his slit with his thumb, he thought about Tucker sucking his dick. How would he do it? Would he swirl his tongue around? Take him in deep and swallow his juices? Austin’s hand moved faster, soft whimpers and moans escaped him as he envisioned Tucker taking his cock, sucking it, licking it, swallowing all that Austin had to offer. Cum spurted hot and fast from hi s slit, landing on his toned abs ; a soft sob escaped Austin as he thought about Tucker... He was facing a whole weekend in the forest with Kurt, away from Tucker. “Shit.”

  ~~ Kurt looked at the wall. Wesley Foster. What were the odds they’d show up at the same club? What the hell was that all about? Wesley had been here a month! A whole damn month and hadn’t called him once. It made him angry and hurt at the same time. God , Wesley had looked even better than before, if that was possible. Kurt ran his hand over his boxers, feeling his cock coming to life at the mere though
t of Wesley. What was going on with him? Just a little less than a yea r ago, he’d stood on Austin’s boat and told Wesley he wasn’t gay. Now he was fantasizing about Wesley? Wesley , on his knees, looking up at him with those gorgeous cognacamber eyes, parting his lips and sliding a warm tongue across Kurt’s cockhead, dipping inside to taste.

  Kurt moaned, gripping his erection. What was wrong with him? He hadn’t been out in over a month, and he didn’t have the guts to tell Austin he couldn’t screw his dates . A nd why? Because his damn head was still fixated on Wesley-damn-Foster, that’s why. This wasn’t supposed to happen to him, he’d been raised a certain way all his life and yet, God help him, he wanted to know what it would be like to kiss Wesley. To feel those soft lips flowing over his, that tongue teasing his own until they fell onto a bed and Kurt could ravage Wesley from head to toe. Kurt groaned at the thought of licking Wesley’s lips, feeling his erection, the two of them exploring each other.

  No! I am not gay! Kurt almost laughed out loud. Face it , Maguire, you find another man hot ; in fact you find him irresistible. You want him to touch you, to make the first move, so that if it’s not what you want , you can blame it on him. God, I’m an asshole. That was the truth, though, wasn’t it? If Wesley made the first move, Kurt could deny he’d wanted it. The part that he kept coming back to was that he wouldn’t, he knew he wouldn’t, because when Wesley had touched him tonight, he’d wanted him. Right there on the floor of the club in front of God and everyone. I’m going to hell, fuck it . Kurt scoffed and gripped his hard prick, squeezing it. He closed his eyes, thinking about Wesley’s strong hands on his hips, the way he smelled, the way their cheeks had pressed together.

  He wanted Wesley on his knees, sucking his cock while he played with his balls. Kurt stroked faster, massaging his balls as the pleasure rose up. His hips bucked and he gasped as the most exquisite orgasm ripped from him. Cum spurted up his chest as his body shuddered from the force of his orgasm. Kurt relaxed, covered in cum, gasping for breath. He’d never cum that hard, his whole body tingled. Just the thought of Wesley had his cock rising again. What the hell is going on? “Oh God, I want him.” Shit.