Page 50 of Fire Me Up
His mouth quirked up a little. “Did I?”
“Turn around,” I whispered, and Gael complied immediately, bracing his hands against the tile wall, legs spread Enough to make up for our height difference, back arched.
The sight of him—wet and willing and absolutely perfect—made my throat close up. I tore open the lube packet with my teeth, slicked my fingers, and reached between his cheeks. He was already loose, already ready.
“Did you...?” I couldn’t finish the question, because if he was fucking other guys, I was going to lose my goddamn mind. And I didn’t have any right to be angry with him for it, so that probably wouldn’t end well.
Gael looked over his shoulder, his eyes dark with want. He laughed a little when he saw my expression. “No need to hunt some guy down and murder him. It was just a dildo, jackass. Nothing like having you inside me.” He swallowed, eyes darting down. “Nothing would ever be like having you inside me.”
Something broke open in my chest, raw and vulnerable. I slicked myself up, positioned the head of my cock at his entrance, and pushed in slowly, watching him for any sign of discomfort. There was none—only a look of blissed-out relief that probably mirrored my own.
I gasped as I bottomed out, the tight heat of him nearly overwhelming. “You feel so good. So perfect.”
Gael reached back, gripping my hip, pulling me closer, deeper. “Fuck, just… fuck. How can you not know this is where you belong? You’re supposed to be inside me. I can’t survive without it.” His voice broke as he pressed back, letting out a quiet sob.
I dropped my forehead against his shoulder, breathing him in, letting my hands slide around his waist, clinging to him with everything I never wanted to admit.
“Move, Dylan. Please.”
I did, establishing a rhythm that had us both panting, the shower room filling with the sounds of wet skin slapping against skin, of broken moans and whispered curses. I reached around, wrapping my hand around his cock, stroking in time with my thrusts, determined to watch him come apart around my cock.
“Not gonna last,” Gael warned, his voice strained. “Been too long since I’ve hard you.”
“Me neither,” I admitted, feeling the pressure building at the base of my spine. “Come for me, Gael. Want to feel you.”
He did, his body clenching around me as he came with a muffled shout, spilling over my fist and against the tile wall. The sight of him coming undone pushed me over the edge, and Iburied my face against his shoulder as I emptied myself inside him, my entire body shuddering with the force of it.
For a long moment, we just stood there, breathing hard, my chest pressed against his back, my softening cock still inside him. Reality slowly seeped back in—we were in his workplace, where anyone could walk in. I’d just fucked him bare against a shower wall.
Gael seemed to realize it at the same moment. He shifted, and I backed off, easing gently out of him. He turned and met my eyes, and I surged forward slamming my mouth against his, and he returned the kiss for a long moment, holding me close.
“We need to talk. You need to tell me what the fuck is going on,” he said softly, stroking my face with a tenderness that made my chest ache. “But not here. Somewhere private.”
We cleaned up quickly, Gael tossing me a towel and pulling on a fresh uniform while I fixed my clothes. As we stepped out of the locker room, I remembered the tattoo.
“What does it say?” I asked. “Under the motorcycle.”
Gael’s smile was soft, almost shy. “The ride of my life.”
Something large and unnamed expanded in my chest, threatening to overflow. I reached for his hand, not caring who saw, needing the connection.
As we descended the stairs, all four firefighters from earlier were waiting, arms crossed, expressions expectant.
“This your last day?”
“Nah, I have a few more shifts.”
Buzz Cut asked, eyes flicking between us. “You sure you wanna leave us for this idiot?”
Gael laughed, his cheeks turning pink. “I told you, I’m moving closer to my sisters.”
The guy with the nose eyed me. “Yeah, yeah, sisters. Believable. Definitely not anything to do with the hot Asian guy who’s staring at you like he owns you.”
“Oh, fuck off,” Gael said, grinning to take the sting out of the words. “I’m out of here, guys.”
I stood there bewildered as Gael grabbed a duffel bag from near the door.
“What’s going on?” I asked as we stepped outside into the cooling evening air.
