by EM Lynley
“Kevin, if you don’t think Bancroft did it, then don’t fuck things up.”
“Someone will ask me about it sooner or later. It’s procedure.”
“Fuck procedure. Let it go.”
“What if he did torch the place and then the file shows that I didn’t mention this?”
“It won’t come back on you. You’re not an arson investigator or a cop. But if you say he acted suspiciously, that’s going to do a lot more damage when they interrogate the hell out of him later. Kevin, just cut the guy some slack unless he does something suspicious, okay?”
Nick was a stickler for details, so Kevin trusted his opinion. Besides, if he said anything bad against Saint Buns, his whole crew would make his life miserable. He wasn’t prepared to get the rookie treatment again. “You’re right. It’s Christmas.”
“You’re doing the right thing, Mr. Scrooge.”
Kevin let out a huff. “Hey, if you’re out tomorrow, can you and Tommy do me a favor?”
“Probably.”
“I ordered a chrome piece for the Jag. I have to pay for it by Friday, but I’m on duty.”
“Can’t you just give the guy your card number over the phone?”
“He wants cash.”
“That sounds legit.”
“Nicky?”
“Sure, I’ll do it. Just leave the cash and the details in the usual place, and I’ll take care of it. Put in an extra fifty for Mom’s gift.”
“What are you getting her?”
“Don’t know. We’re taking pictures of stuff and e-mailing them to Lena. She’ll help us choose.” They always ran Mom’s gifts past their sister.
“Send them to me, too. I want to weigh in.”
“Sure. Hey, if you’re already getting the chrome, does that mean you’ll be driving the damn thing sometime soon?”
“Not if I keep losing my days off. I had hoped to finish the paint job this week. I’m still waiting for a few things under the hood.”
“Don’t you mean the bonnet?”
“Yeah, thanks.” He laughed. He’d been working on restoring a 1959 Jaguar Mark 2 for the past three years. He never had enough money or time, so it had taken longer than everyone expected, but he was pretty close to finished now. The key thing missing was the chrome grille. This one was almost perfect, and original pieces in this condition were hard to come by. He’d only just saved enough to buy this one. It might be another six or eight months until he found another one on the West Coast. “Well, you won’t be the one who gets the first ride in it.”
“Maybe I’m too busy to get your grille.”
“Don’t even think about it.”
“Can I go second, after Mom?”
“Sure thing. Thanks for the help.”
“Anything for my baby bro.” He hung up, and Kevin decided to go to bed now, so he could get a full eight hours and still get to the station early. He needed to get back in the captain’s good books.
Chapter 3
BOTH engines were called out on an early morning run when Kevin arrived early for his shift the next morning, and he was the only one left in the house. He wanted to make progress with paperwork for the rest of the Bancroft Buns employee statements, hoping if he got it done before the new shift was due to report the captain might let him out of the doghouse. A kids’ tour of the firehouse was scheduled for later that morning, and Kevin had been assigned the task since he was still riding the desk.
As soon as he walked in the door, he was bombarded with the distinctive aroma of gingerbread. Cinnamon, nutmeg, ginger, and a few other mouthwatering notes he couldn’t quite place. He went into the kitchen and discovered dozens of cookies cooling on metal racks. The night shift had been busy baking before they’d been called out. He glanced around before remembering he was alone. Then he grabbed a cookie off a rack. It was still warm to the touch.
He broke off a foot and popped it into his mouth. Ginger exploded on his tongue, unexpectedly spicy. There were chewy chunks of crystallized ginger in each cookie too. The sweet and spicy balanced perfectly, and the cookies were so crisp. Alex Bancroft might be a public nuisance, but he was a damn good baker. This cookie was worth a few extra minutes on the treadmill, and he couldn’t leave half a cookie, could he? He munched on the rest of it and headed for the bathroom. He wanted to brush his teeth. Wash away the evidence and eliminate the desire for another cookie.
He went into the bathroom and heard the shower running. He wasn’t alone. Now he remembered, they’d let Alex stay while everyone was helping bake cookies. The water stopped and before Kevin could leave, Alex came out of the shower area and headed for the sinks where Kevin stood.
“Hi, Kevin,” Alex said. The guy was always smiling, even though his business had burned down. No one could be that cheerful, especially at six thirty in the morning.
He had a towel slung loosely around his waist, and his hair was still wet, bangs falling into his eyes. He looked far too much like that shower dream Kevin had had—more than once.
“Morning.” Kevin tried not to stare at the firm, smooth chest and the nipples that haunted his daydreams. Alex didn’t have a gym physique, but clearly he got a decent workout from all the lifting and carrying he must do in the bakery. His pecs were nicely shaped, and he had some definition in his shoulders and biceps.
“You’re here early.” Alex’s hand was still bandaged, with a big Baggie over it. He pulled the plastic off and grabbed a can of shaving cream from the counter and turned toward Kevin. “Not talking? That’s okay. I like the strong, silent type.”
That got Kevin’s blood boiling. Why was Alex being such a tease? “Will you cut that shit out? I’m not interested in you.”
“Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone your secret. Stay in the closet.”
“I’m not—” Kevin’s hands balled into fists before he realized it, and he tried to pull himself together. He didn’t look at Alex. As if not seeing him would make him go away. Why didn’t he just leave? In the mirror he saw Alex shake the can of shaving cream. The towel slipped off his hips. Kevin couldn’t help staring. Alex’s cock, which hung down past his balls, was worth staring at. Five inches now? What would it look like hard?
Alex didn’t pick up the towel. “Go ahead. I don’t mind if you look. Like I said, I won’t say anything. But I don’t believe your protests.” He put the shaving cream down on the counter and walked up close to Kevin. “Tell me again you’re not interested.”
Kevin pushed Alex back a pace, intending to leave, but once his fingers grazed Alex’s warm, damp skin, his brain stopped communicating with his feet. Alex put a hand on Kevin’s belt buckle, and all hell broke loose in his shorts. He couldn’t stop the erection, and he felt the blood filling his cock until it almost hurt. It would be completely obvious in the fitted uniform trousers.
Alex looked in that direction and smiled. “At least part of you isn’t lying. The important part.”
Thank God no one else was around for this. Kevin grabbed Alex’s wrist off his belt, and instead of pulling it away, he pulled Alex in close and Kevin’s other arm went around his waist, almost of its own accord. With Alex’s body pressed against his, Kevin leaned in for a kiss. Alex opened his mouth and let Kevin in. He tasted like toothpaste and smelled woodsy from the station’s body wash. His lips were soft, yet firm, and his tongue danced around Kevin’s.
He could feel Alex’s cock hardening against his own, and he took the kiss deeper, devouring Alex’s mouth like he hadn’t kissed anyone in months. At least no one he wanted as much he craved Alex. He liked the way Alex curled his arms around Kevin’s neck. Kevin slid a hand down to squeeze Alex’s ass. Nice and round and firm. Alex’s cock responded to Kevin’s touch.
Then Kevin’s brain kicked in, and he let go of Alex and pulled away, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth. What the hell was he doing? Fooling around in the station was number one on his list of “don’t out yourself” activities to avoid, and here he was, letting this guy—Dumbass Baker
y Guy—push all his hot buttons.
“No. I won’t let you get to me.” Kevin’s teeth were clenched as he forced the words out, hoping his body would believe them. One glance at Alex, still only inches away and hard, with his cock pointing right at Kevin and his body took control again. He wrapped a hand around Alex’s hard-on and pulled him in for another rough kiss.
“Come to my room.” Alex whispered when Kevin let him up for air, and he took Kevin’s hand and led him down the hall. They’d put him in the women’s quarters, a room with only two beds, currently unused since the one woman in their house was on leave.
Inside, Kevin shut the door. They didn’t have locks in the station, but no one would come inhe hoped, at least. The guys were still out on the call and A Shift wasn’t due for over an hour. Plenty of time.
Alex stood near the bed, still naked and even harder. Probably eight inches. Kevin wanted to be sure. He closed the distance and pulled Alex back into his arms. He slid a hand between them and took hold of Alex, sliding his hand along the hot, firm flesh. Alex started unbuttoning his shirt and peeled it off; then Kevin had to let go of his cock to yank his T-shirt off.
Now Alex’s hand went back to the belt buckle, and this time Kevin didn’t even consider stopping him. Alex knelt down, working more slowly than Kevin wanted. He grabbed a handful of Alex’s almost-black hair, still cool and damp after his shower. He squeezed rather than pulled, but Alex got the message. He quickly undid the belt, button, and zipper and let Kevin’s pants fall to the floor. Kevin kicked off his shoes, and Alex slid his boxer briefs down and took the head of Kevin’s cock into his mouth.
Fuck, he hadn’t been ready for that, and the sensations of hot, wet mouth and eager tongue sent reverberations along every nerve in his body before they gathered at the base of his balls and nearly overwhelmed him. He really wanted to fuck Alex, not shoot his load ten seconds into the game. How much time did they have? He’d use every minute they could safely take. He pulled Alex’s hair enough to give him the message.
“Bed,” Kevin said.
Alex lay down and made room for Kevin. Kevin went directly for one of those nipples he’d been craving, pulling the pretty bud into his mouth and feeling it swell and harden even more against his tongue. The sounds Alex made were even better than the ones Kevin had imagined, and hearing his pleasure intensified the ache at his core. He moved to the other nipple and slid his hand down to play with Alex’s balls, loose and low hanging after his shower.
Alex ran his hands through Kevin’s short hair. How did he manage to make even that feel so incredible?
“I want to fuck you,” Kevin said around Alex’s nipple.
“Well, closet boy, you don’t waste any time.”
Kevin let go of the nipple and looked up at Alex. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”
Alex didn’t reply. He reached for a backpack on the nightstand and unzipped the outer pocket and pulled out a condom. He handed it to Kevin then retrieved a small bottle of lube. This guy was prepared, not that Kevin was unappreciative. He certainly didn’t have any supplies on him.
He unwrapped the condom and put it on quickly. Alex watched, his chest slightly heaving.
“How do you like it?” Kevin asked.
“From behind.”
Kevin nodded and leaned down for another taste of those delicious nipples. He could spend all day playing with them. But he didn’t have all day. He was in the fucking station house, and two shifts of firefighters would be passing by that door soon. He let go, enjoying the wet popping sound as he pulled his lips off the hard nub.
He wanted a taste of Alex’s cock before the fucking. It was long, but not proportionally thick, so it appeared slender. Until Kevin got his mouth on it. The smooth pink crown filled his mouth nicely. He tongued around the ridge, moaning as much as Alex. He probed the slit with his tongue, savoring the salty tang of precome. He could spend another day on this cock. As he stretched his lips around its girth and took more into his mouth, he realized it was bigger and thicker than it appeared. He certainly wouldn’t mind getting fucked by this thing either.
While Kevin explored Alex’s cock, he also enjoyed the way Alex caressed his head and ears and gave low encouraging murmurs and groans, with an occasional, “Oh yeah.” He’d expected a campy “Yeah, baby,” and a lot more talk from this guy, but he made just the right amount of noise to get Kevin even hotter. Every little moan went to the base of Kevin’s cock, and he had to get inside, soon.
“Roll over.” Kevin patted Alex’s knee and helped him change position. On all fours Alex presented his ass to Kevin. Like the rest of Alex’s body, his ass was superb. He had a little mole on the left cheek, and Kevin reached out to touch it. He grabbed Alex’s ass, one cheek in each hand, and kneaded the firm flesh. Bancroft’s buns. He tried not to laugh. Poor guy must hear that all the time. He chose the name, so he couldn’t complain.
Kevin squeezed and spread Alex’s cheeks to see his smooth, tight pucker. He traced a finger around it and Alex shuddered. He stroked and caressed down the perineum and played with his balls some more, rolling them in the loose skin. He leaned down and pressed his lips to Alex’s hole, feeling it tense and relax against his lips. He licked at it a couple of times and heard a few satisfying gasps. He worked it open a little with his tongue then pushed a finger in. Another pleasurable gasp. His saliva had slicked him enough for the finger, but he needed more. He popped the lube open.
“Not too much lube,” Alex said in a husky whisper.
“Okay.” Mmm. This would be good. He slicked one finger and pushed it all the way in. Alex opened for him and closed tight, gripping his finger. This would be very good. He played around a little to get Alex squirming, then put some lube on the condom and pressed against Alex’s entrance. In one smooth motion he slid in, with only a little resistance. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the sensations.
Oh, yes. Tighter and hotter than he’d expected. He’d had the idea Alex must fuck around a lot, but he was so tight, Kevin could tell it had been a while since he’d bottomed at least.
He slid out and back in slowly, enjoying the incredible heat and the sounds Alex made. He reached for Alex’s cock and found it still hard as a rock. Most guys didn’t stay this hard while they were getting fucked. Everything about fucking Alex was a nice ego boost for Kevin.
He straightened up again and opened his eyes, noticing Alex’s back for the first time. There were pale scars on his shoulders, years old but still visible, marring the smooth perfection of the rest of his body. Kevin blocked them out by closing his eyes and focusing on how fantastic his dick felt sliding in and out of Alex.
This position felt good, almost too good. Alex pushed against every stroke, heightening the pleasure for both of them. Kevin wished he could see Alex’s handsome face and those incredibly blue eyes. He’d finish with Alex on his back so he could watch how much Alex was enjoying this. For now, Kevin kept his eyes closed and pictured the face he’d dreamed about while he pounded into the ass he’d dreamed about.
ALEX hadn’t intended to tease Kevin that way in the bathroom. Well, maybe he had. Kevin had been a dick the past two days. He’d made the paperwork a nightmare and had only given Alex the minimum information necessary. Alex kind of wanted to pay him back. Taunting him about his one weak point—being gay—was the only way Alex had to get at Kevin.
But Alex shouldn’t have poked the tiger in the cage without realizing he might get his hand bitten off. Not quite bitten. Sucked. The tiger had struck back. When Kevin pulled him in for that first rough kiss, it had surprised Alex. He’d expected to get decked. Kevin seemed like the kind of guy who punched people—one of the other guys had mentioned he’d gotten transferred here after a fight. That kiss was so much better than a punch. He hadn’t exactly been offering himself up when he flaunted his body, but after that kiss, he was ready to agree to whatever Kevin wanted. Damn, that man could kiss. And from what Alex could see through the trousers, he had a nice, big cock on him
too.
The sexy uniform was just a bonus. As soon as Kevin pulled him close, Alex let all self-control loose, and he was hard and hungry for Kevin too. They’d barely said two words to each other before they were in bed. Alex hadn’t done a casual hook-up for a long time, and he’d forgotten how fast things moved. But in bed, Kevin hadn’t just gone for his ass. He’d paid plenty of attention to his balls, cock, and nipples. Alex loved nipple play, but most guys didn’t take the time. And the rimming had been a wonderful surprise.
But when Kevin slid inside, Alex forgot every insult he’d received from the guy. He was ready to have Kevin Flint’s baby. Kevin knew just what to do with that big hard cock, and he took charge. He had Alex gasping and shuddering and trying not to let on.
Maybe this would balance out their rocky start, and the next few days could be a lot of fun here. It would at least serve to help Alex forget his problems for a few pleasurable minutes or hours.
Mmm.
KEVIN pulled out to roll Alex onto his back, and practically without missing a beat, he plunged in again. Alex wrapped his legs around Kevin’s waist. Each thrust rocked his whole body as he gazed up at Kevin. He reached up and touched Kevin’s face. Kevin looked down, into Alex’s sapphire eyes. He really was gorgeous, from head to toe. He barely blinked, keeping his gaze locked on Kevin’s.
Something in Alex’s eyes made Kevin slow down. Like Alex had some X-ray vision and could see right into Kevin’s thoughts and feelings, far more personal than just seeing his body. Alex smiled. He looked happy. Not just enjoying this. Something beyond physical pleasure. And it scared the crap out of Kevin.
He stopped moving. “Don’t get too used to this.” He was talking to himself as much as to Alex, because Kevin could get used this. He and Alex fit together so well, complementing each other. He started thrusting again, deep and hard. Alex made a little gasping sound as the force of Kevin’s lunge knocked the air out of him. Every touch, every sound Alex made catapulted Kevin closer to the edge.