Firehouse Heat

by Carol Lynne

  In the beginning, it had, of course, been a physical attraction, but over the months it had changed. He still thought Leo was hot, no two ways about it, but he was also a genuine person. Games didn’t appear to be his thing, and Sammy appreciated that. It was refreshing to spend time with someone who really seemed to listen to what he had to say. In the past, his dates had been all about who could get into who’s pants first. The men he’d been with had taught him a lot of things, but not one of them had been mature enough to share themselves beyond a physical relationship.

  Sammy wanted more. He wanted a lover who was also a friend, and he had a strong suspicion he’d find both in Leo.

  “You okay?”

  Sammy blinked and looked up from his plate. He suddenly realised he’d been staring at his food, and not eating it. “Sorry. I was just thinking about going to bed with you.”

  Leo laughed. “And the idea is so unappealing you’ve lost your appetite?”

  “Very funny. Actually, I’m beginning to wonder if I should just strip off my clothes and offer myself up for dessert.”

  Leo glanced out the window before returning his attention to Sammy. “It just so happens I didn’t make a dessert, so your suggestion is a good one.”

  Sammy grinned and stood. “Are you going to make me clean my plate before dessert?”

  Leo pushed back his chair, got to his feet and held out his hand. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

  * * * *

  Other than a small candle burning on the bedside table, the room was dark, something Leo had insisted on. The reasoning behind the request was obvious, but Sammy had dreamt about Leo’s naked body for months. He wondered if he’d ever actually get to see it.

  With Leo safely tucked under the covers, Sammy finished undressing. He didn’t worry about Leo seeing him naked, even if it was in heavy shadows. Leo had watched him take a shower earlier in the week, this was nothing compared to the unforgiving florescent lights of the station house.

  “You’re breathtaking,” Leo murmured.

  Sammy lifted the blankets and slid between the sheets. Pressing himself against Leo’s side, he immediately went in for a kiss. As he played Twister with Leo’s tongue, he let his hands roam down the man’s body.

  When he felt Leo tense, Sammy broke the kiss. “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing.”

  “That’s bullshit, and we both know it. Why’d you tense up when I started touching you?” Sammy asked. If there were skeletons in Leo’s closet, he needed to know. The last thing he wanted was to make Leo uncomfortable.

  Leo covered Sammy’s hand with his own and ran it over his chest. “Can you feel the difference between my skin and yours?”

  Sammy nodded. “Sure. You’ve got all this manly hair on your chest. I barely have any, must be the Asian in me.”

  “I’m not talking about hair. My skin isn’t the same. When I touch you, you feel like silk under my hands…”

  “Gee, thanks,” Sammy replied, cutting Leo off. “I’m sure every guy likes to hear they have girly skin.”

  Leo grunted in frustration and covered his face. “It isn’t that, and you know it. I’m old, remember?”

  Sammy sat up and gazed down at Leo. What should have been a romantic evening was quickly evolving into their first argument. “How could I possibly forget? You throw it between us every chance you get.”

  Leo tossed back the covers and jumped out of bed.

  “Where the hell are you going?” Sammy asked.

  Leo stopped beside the door and flipped on the overhead light. Sammy blinked several times at the bright intrusion.

  “This is what a forty-eight-year old body looks like,” Leo said in a huff, his hands going to rest on his hips.

  Sammy sat in stunned silence for several moments. The salt and pepper hair on Leo’s chest and groin did absolutely nothing to detract from the sexy man in front of him. Sammy licked his lips as he stared at the set of low-hanging balls. They had to be the biggest he’d ever seen. “Fuck.”

  Leo’s chin dropped as he stared down at his own body. “Do you understand now why I don’t want to make love to you with the lights on?”

  Still sitting on his heels, Sammy removed his hands from his lap and turned to fully face Leo. He gestured to his throbbing erection. “Because you’re afraid I’ll come just from the sight of you?”

  “Don’t be ridiculous. Look at your body compared to mine. Can you see the differences in us?”

  Sammy rubbed the back of his neck. He wanted to state the obvious, but figured Leo wasn’t talking about how much bigger he was south of the border than Sammy. It was all going back to the same crappy age thing. Sammy groaned and swung his legs over the side of the bed.

  “I can’t do a damn thing about you being older. Just like I have no control over the fact my skin is darker than yours. This is who I am, take me or leave me. That’s who you are.” Sammy gestured to Leo’s body. “Now that I’ve finally seen you, I can honestly tell you, you make me fucking hard, you sexy sonofabitch. If that’s not enough for you, or if you don’t believe me, that’s your problem, not mine.”

  Sammy crossed his arms and waited for Leo to make up his mind. He wouldn’t allow himself to fall for Leo without resolving the issue.

  Leo sighed and turned the light out, once again plunging the room into darkness, save for the candle still burning. He sat beside Sammy on the edge of the bed and reached for his hand.

  “My body disgusted Randy. He said that’s why he fucked around with all those young guys.”

  “He was an ass. Get over him.”

  “He may have been an ass, but I’ve realised how much truth there was in his hateful parting shots.”

  “You’re wrong.” Sammy turned to straddle Leo’s lap. He wrapped his arms around Leo’s neck and rested their foreheads together.

  “Randy was trying to justify his own infidelity by blaming you. It would be different if our interests weren‘t similar, because of our ages, but they are. The only real difference between us is this.” Sammy tapped Leo’s temple.

  Leo stared at Sammy for several moments before leaning in for a kiss.

  Sammy opened himself to the kiss and tried to believe everything had been worked out. There would be hiccups along the way, he had no doubt of that, but hopefully he’d be able to help Leo regain his self-confidence.

  He began to move his ass against the hardening cock under him, hoping to get their evening back on the right track. Leo’s hands landed on Sammy’s ass as the kiss continued to heat up.

  Sammy pushed his butt out, hoping Leo would continue. The first brush of Leo’s finger against the puckered hole of his ass had Sammy groaning. “More.”

  Leo wrapped one arm around Sammy’s waist and leant to the side to open the bedside drawer. As soon as Sammy spotted the bottle of lube, he started to laugh.

  “Oh my God, you’ve been talking to Maggie at the pharmacy, haven’t you?” Sammy asked, pointing at the bottle of volcanic lube.

  “Huh? No. George clued me in on this stuff. Why? What does Maddie have to do with it?”

  Sammy couldn’t imagine the discussion between Leo and George. “Never mind Maddie, why the hell were you talking lube with George? Did you tell him about us?”

  “No. George doesn’t have a clue, which is kind of the way I’d like to keep it. He just mentioned that he’d taken a bottle of the stuff to Vegas and how it really worked.”

  Sammy took the lava-maker out of Leo’s hand and opened it before they got into another argument. The last thing he wanted at the moment was a discussion as to why Leo didn’t want George to know they were seeing each other.

  He coated Leo’s fingers with a liberal amount before tossing the bottle back onto the bed. “Fire me up.”

  Leo spread his legs further apart, giving him better access to Sammy’s hole. Sammy held his breath, not sure what to expect. The pads of three of Leo’s fingers began massaging the sensitive skin surrounding his hole, before one slowly pushed its
way inside.

  The only burn Sammy felt was the stretch as his body tried to accommodate the large digit. He began to move, as his body began to welcome the invader. “More.”

  As another finger eased its way inside, Sammy’s eyes rolled to the back of his head. His body wasn’t quite ready to accept Leo’s length, but he wanted to pounce as soon as it was. With Leo still stretching him, Sammy leaned over to the bedside drawer.

  “Rubbers?”

  “New box,” Leo answered, sawing his fingers in and out of Sammy’s hole.

  Sammy fumbled blindly until he closed his hand around a box. He pulled it out and grinned. “I knew you’d be an extra large.”

  The faster Leo’s fingers moved, the more the lube warmed the inner walls of Sammy’s ass. “Oh, shit, I can feel it heating up.”

  Leo’s hand paused. “Too much?”

  Sammy shook his head. “No, but you need to experience this.”

  He grabbed the lube from the bed and poured some into the palm of his hand. Reaching between them, he wrapped his fingers around Leo’s cock and began stroking. “Tell me when it starts working.”

  Leo groaned. “If you keep that up I’ll shoot before I even get inside. Save it for some other time when we aren’t in the position to fuck.”

  Sammy tore open the condom with the aid of his teeth and slowly rolled it down Leo’s length. “Please tell me I can ride you now?”

  Leo nodded and removed the three fingers from Sammy’s hole. “Like this, or would you rather lie down?”

  Sammy didn’t even answer the question. Bracing his knees against the mattress, Sammy lifted himself from Leo’s lap. He reached behind his back and manoeuvred Leo’s cock into position as his soon-to-be lover held himself steady. The wide, flared head took a few moments to pass through the outer ring of muscles, but Sammy’s body was hungry for the invasion.

  He groaned as he lowered himself down the full length of Leo’s cock. Staring into Leo’s eyes, Sammy bit his bottom lip. “You’re even bigger than I’d imagined.”

  Leo chuckled. “You’re a little guy.”

  Sammy leant forward enough to press his erection against Leo’s stomach. “Not that little.”

  Laughing, Leo shook his head and squeezed Sammy’s butt cheeks. “I wasn’t talking about the size of your cock, and you know it.”

  After several deep breaths, Sammy’s body relaxed enough to move. With one hand buried in Leo’s thick head of hair and the other wrapped around his dick, Sammy leaned in for a kiss.

  The ride was slow and sensual as the two of them adjusted to each other’s bodies. Sammy wasn’t positive, but he was pretty sure he’d already become addicted to Leo’s cock. “You should come with a warning label. Something like, ‘The ride of a lifetime. Once you experience it, you’ll never settle for less.’”

  “You think so?”

  Sammy noticed the more he complimented Leo, the more relaxed he became. After his last statement, Leo’s thrusts increased in speed and intensity. Sammy was surprised someone with as much experience as Leo had would need the encouragement, but he had a feeling Randy had really done a number on Leo’s self-confidence.

  “God, you feel good. Oh, shit, yeah. Right there, peg me again.” Sammy knew he was blathering on like an idiot, but with every word he said, Leo became more and more like the sex-machine Sammy knew was inside of him.

  In a surprise move, Leo stood with Sammy still impaled on his cock and turned them around. He slammed Sammy’s back onto the mattress and wrapped his hands around Sammy’s ankles, spreading him so wide he thought he might split.

  “Damn, Leo, you might as well make a wish,” he teased at his precarious position.

  “No need. My cock’s buried balls deep in my wish.”

  Sammy closed his eyes as Leo began using his cock like a battering ram, trying to jar his teeth loose. It was heaven and hell at the same time. He wanted, no, needed to come, but he knew once he did, it wouldn’t be long before Leo followed him.

  His hands scrambled to gain purchase on something. One hand closed around the bedspread while the other began digging into the hair on Leo’s chest. “You’re killing me.”

  With the increased tempo of Leo’s thrusts, Sammy felt the slapping of the man’s heavy sac against his ass for the first time. It was more delicious than he could have imagined.

  “Yeah, slap my ass,” he cried as the first burst of cum shot from his cock.

  Whether it was the words he spoke or the sight of his cock erupting, Sammy didn’t know, but within seconds a loud howl from Leo signalled his own release. Sammy pulled the twitching man down into his arms as Leo rode out his climax.

  His first thoughts while lying under Leo were of the station. How in the hell would he be able to control his lust for Leo while at work? At least during the week, he knew he’d be able to sample some of what the gorgeous man had to offer, but the full-staffed weekends were going to be pure torture.

  * * * *

  After a round of morning sex, Leo was in the kitchen making breakfast while Sammy showered. He couldn’t seem to wipe the smile from his face. How many years had it been since he’d performed with as much vigour as he did last night and earlier?

  Maybe there was something to sex with a younger man. Could that be the reason Randy indulged as much as he did? As soon as the thought popped into his head, he tried to push it away. Although he hated to admit it, he knew the fantastic sex had nothing to do with Sammy’s age and everything to do with Sammy. Fuck.

  The last thing he needed was to get emotionally involved. Just like the little twink Randy had cheated on him with, Leo knew the novelty of fucking someone older wouldn’t last for Sammy. He might be lucky enough to get a couple of months of fantastic sex, but that would be it. Best to remember that, you old fart.

  The sound of shuffling feet signalled Sammy’s arrival moments before he felt a warm body press against his back. With both of them clad only in underwear, Leo could still feel the stray drops of water Sammy had missed with the towel.

  “I’m making biscuits and sausage gravy.” Leo reached back with one hand and squeezed Sammy’s ass.

  Sammy began kissing and licking Leo’s back and shoulders. “Sounds good to me.”

  When Sammy’s hands started to wander to the waistband of Leo’s underwear, he released Sammy’s ass and stilled his lover’s hand. “I’m spent for a while, babe.”

  “I know that, so am I. I just wanted to play with you while you finish cooking,” Sammy replied, knocking Leo’s hand away.

  Leo wasn’t sure if Sammy didn’t believe he really wouldn’t be able to get it up so soon after coming, or if he really did just want to touch him. His thoughts were cut short by the feel of a hand on his flaccid cock and one on his balls.

  Whether he got hard or not, the attention felt damn good. Leo tried his best to concentrate as he poured the gravy into a mixing bowl, careful to not spill or splash the hot liquid.

  “Breakfast is done. I just need to get the biscuits out of the oven.”

  With a disappointed sounding sigh, Sammy removed his hands and stepped back. “I’ll set the table.”

  The two of them worked side-by-side for the next few minutes serving up the food.

  Leo sat down first, while Sammy poured them both a glass of orange juice to go with their morning coffee. “Thanks,” Leo said, as Sammy set the juice in front of him.

  Instead of taking his seat, Sammy dropped to his knees and crawled under the table.

  “What’re you doing?” Leo asked.

  Sammy’s hands reappeared at the waistband of Leo’s briefs. “Do you have any idea how many times I’ve sat across the table from you, and wished I was under it sucking your cock?”

  Leo felt his face heat as he lifted his ass enough for Sammy to pull his underwear down and off. “Do you know how many times I’ve thought of you doing the same thing? Only in my fantasies, I’m hard and coming down your throat.”

  The cold surface of the oak chair pressed
against his balls, making Leo shiver until the wood warmed. Sammy sucked the cock all the way into his mouth before pulling off.

  “I happen to love a flaccid dick in my mouth and a hard cock up my ass. Why waste opportunities?” Sammy said between licks to Leo’s cock.

  Leo’s head fell backward. “I’ve found my dream man.”

  As soon as the words were out of Leo’s mouth, he wished he could take them back. Shit. “I mean…uhh…”

  Sammy laughed before assuring Leo. “I know what you mean.”

  Leo moaned as Sammy’s mouth travelled down to bathe his balls. He was becoming totally enraptured in the moment when Sammy started to giggle. It wasn’t the normal laugh of the man Leo had come to know. He started to reach under the table to cover his forty-eight-year old sac, when Sammy wrapped a hand around Leo’s erection. Erection?

  “Guess you’re not as old as you seem to think you are.”

  Chapter Five

  Sammy was damn near skipping by the time he arrived at work the following Friday. He’d spent every night except Wednesday with Leo, and things couldn’t be better. Throwing open the stationhouse door, Sammy heard laughter coming from the TV room and headed that way.

  Spending the weekend trying to keep his hands off Leo would be hell, but at least he’d be in the man’s company. Not only was Leo’s touch electrifying, but he was a lot of fun to be around. Sammy never had someone to share the little things in life with. Pirate’s Cove had been a passion of his since he’d come out to his family six years earlier, and now he’d found someone who enjoyed it as much as he did.

  Entering the main living area, Sammy waved to the four men. “Hey, Collin, haven’t seen you for a while.”

  Collin Zeffer grinned. “I’ve been hibernating up on the mountain with my man. How’d the winter treat you, Texas?”