Fire in the Firehouse 14

Leading into part 14...

...He looked back, waved and got in his truck. He knew the roads would be a mess with panicking people scurrying any which way out they could find. 
As he drove out the parking lot, the others stood there watching him go. The four men all felt empty. Nick, Drake and Mitch most felt the loss. They wondered if they'd ever see him again. 

Colby blasted his music as he drove along the road. His head spun at the thought of what might be awaiting him and all the other fire persons. The conditions of the weather were working against them. Several days prior there'd been immense heat and that did nothing to help keep the grasses and brush alive. The conditions prior to the fire breaking out were extreme. And nature had done its part to help out. 

Colby drove on for a while, the closer he got, the more the flames and smoke plumes highlighted by the fire stained the horizon before him. He kept his speed pretty good. A few cops tried to stop him, but upon seeing his fire sticker on his front windshield, they motioned him along. He'd have liked an escort, but there was far too much confusion. People that lived closest to the fire scene were racing further into the areas away from it. People were quite literally afraid for their lives. 

His mind barreled out of control. He began thinking to himself. Part of me should've stayed. I was given time off, but I'm fine. But I'm not in the right frame of mind to be here. No, Colby, get your game face on like coach used to tell you in high school. There's a job to do. But with all he'd been through of late, Marie, his Dad, Mitch, the incident with those two thugs, he longed for a vacation more than anything. 

Meanwhile the other four men were breaking apart. Drake, knowing Nick the longest made the small talk. Cole and Mitch stood off to the side, not knowing how to react or what to say. It was such an uncomfortable and unenviable position to be in. But they made the best out of things. 

Drake, since he knew Nick pretty well was trying to help the man he saw as a second Father to see things from his son's perspective. "Dad, I know its rough for you to accept this. His being your only son and all. But give it time. Don't push him away. Besides, when my Dad learns I'm gay, I'll need you to pick up the slack. There's no way my Dad will accept me as gay."

Nick pursed his lips. He knew the young man to be right. He allowed a faint smile to cascade over his handsome face as the reality set in slowly. They both knew it'd take time. Nick spoke, "Ok son, get going. You need your rest. And I think I'm gunna go gamble and get drunk. I might not yet understand my son's choices, but he's my child and he's out there soon to be knee deep fighting that fire and that's a lot to accept, let alone his revelation." He looked out of the parking lot to the sky. The fire was causing the sky to appear as though it were late sun set. It was eerie.

Drake hated parting like this, but he knew there was little he could say or do. They embraced in a hug and parted company. The three younger men got in the trucks and headed home. Mitch sat in silence with Drake. He wanted to talk about his fears for Colby, but in his mind if he didn't discuss it or think on it too hard, it might just go away. He didn't really believe that, but that's what he had to hold on to.

Mitch tried pushing these thoughts out of his mind, but found it difficult to do. He and Colby kept seemingly getting into strange jams ever since they met. Would they ever find peace and time to get to really work on their relationship like a normal couple? Mitch tried to unwind. He feared a vision might come and mentally he wasn't strong enough to receive one. He spoke to what he felt were the spirits around him. Please, not now. No visions. I don't have the strength. He hoped they'd hear or whatever triggered what he saw.

Colby finally made it to the site where all the personnel had gathered. Everyone was getting their orders. Capt. Joe saw Colby. He was somewhat taken aback seeing the young man as he hadn't expected him, he figured he'd be home with the man of his dreams. But he knew you couldn't keep a guy like him away in a time of need and he knew Mitch would be there, too if the conditions were right. He felt a sense of elation and emotion that the young man took such pride in his career. He walked over, put his arm across the back of his shoulders and squeezed him. 

"Glad you're here son. Hope you're well rested. We're gunna be here quite a while it seems. This nasty bitch seems to grow as time goes on and with no end in sight." Colby took the words in. He found them to be serious with no sarcastic overtones. He had to fess up to his Captain.

"Dad, I can't begin to tell you the shit I've been through lately. You wouldn't believe me if I had time to tell ya. But, to answer your question, no, I need some rest. I've been going nonstop for days. Its been one roller coaster after another and the to be honest, I'm not even sure I believe what I've gone through." Capt. Joe knew that Colby would go out on the next shift. In the meantime he could rest up at the campsite.

Back at the casino, Nick had gotten a room. He was given one on the 16th floor. He'd have rather had one lower to the ground as he wasn't too fond of heights. He settled in with his stuff. He pulled off all his clothes and laid on the bed nude. He was free of all his worries. Granted they were there, though not on the surface he suppressed them as deep as he could. He needed an escape. He needed to clear his mind. He needed this "me" time.

As the hours past, Nick found himself having fallen asleep. He took notice of that when he awoke around 4:37 A.M. to pee. He'd fallen asleep on his bed. He woke to pee, noticed his cock was swollen from needing to piss. He chuckled to himself. "Ha, who knew? Here I thought I was becoming impotent. Like they say...stress." He relieved himself and was about to lie down again. He felt an emptiness inside, walked to the window again, noticed that the smoke and flames were still staining the sky before him. He thought long and hard about his son. It tugged at his heart. He hated himself, he knew the feeling he was trying to suppress was going to come back.

He thought to himself. "Why didn't I finish things with Colby? Why'd I allow him to leave like he did? What if Nick? What if there's no tomorrow? Damn it... He was beating himself up knowing he should've done something more proactive. Gay or not. Colby was his only child. Though at one time there'd been another, things weren't meant to be though and that wasn't always easy to accept.

Nick had to clear his mind. He went to the bar in the room, used the key and opened it. He found some alcohol. He poured himself a few mixed drinks until he started feeling relaxed. He laid back down and it hit him. He was so horny. His cock was hard as hell, leaking precum all over his well developed thighs. He put his drink down, took his finger, scooped some up and hesitated. He thought to himself, I wonder. He let his curiosity get the best of him. He tasted that very fluid. He was surprised. He'd thought for years that it was disgusting for men to savor that stuff. He'd heard his buddies brag about tasting it. And he usually changed the subject or walked away from the conversation. 

Nick knew the drinks must be winning out. He continued swallowing his precum. He deduced in his mind that he needed to better understand his son's new lifestyle. Whatever it was, he didn't care. He loved it. Soon he could take no more. He whacked off. His load sprayed everywhere in no time. "I've not cum like that in ages. Fuck, more like when did I last cum is more like it? Been so damn long." Though it was a fact he had a mistress, Nick had been too over worked of late and hadn't had time for sex and his problem not getting hard or staying hard was causing issues there. He eased back into his welcoming pillow. The room temp was perfect. He laid there on his bed, cum splattered about and drifted to sleep. He'd not done that since well before his son was born.

Back in the apartment, Mitch and the others had arrived home hours ago. Mitch excused himself and went straight to bed. He was so tired. He got in his room, looked directly at Colby's and his bed and began getting lost in his thoughts. Everywhere he looked, everything he saw, Colby. The room reeked of his intoxicating scent. Mitch's eyes welled up. His body felt cold, empty, alone. The emptiness stung him hard. He needed to be on that call. But his health refused to allow it. There he sat, empty.

His mind raced with ideas and went to places he didn't want it to be. What if tomorrow for us never comes? There's so much unfinished business. His mind whirled more out of control. He quickly grabbed some of his meds and that forced him to unwind. He laid down. He began thinking of Nick. He almost called the man in his hotel room several times to see how he was coping, but the medicines won out.

In the other room Drake and Cole were in the middle of making love. Drake needed to feel loved and wanted. His body and soul ached for his best friend. It wasn't fair all that had happened to him in the last several days. Now this fire. This out-of-the-ordinary fire. It wasn't going to be good for anyone involved. Casualties were almost a given, that much was certain.

Cole was confused, but he knew Drake needed the love. His mind raced, trying to keep focused. He knew he'd almost lost what he was blessed to have. Yet he still had secrets. It was the very thing Mitch felt in him when they first met. 

Right in the middle of making love Cole broke off. "Baby, there's something I need to tell you." Drake was stunned. Right in the middle of some amazing sex and love making. But he knew it had to be serious. The more he gazed upon his lover, the more he saw the seriousness in the other's eyes. He continued, "I have something I need to share. And I'm not certain how to tell you."

Drake's heart sunk. He prayed silently he wasn't going to hear Cole say he was HIV positive. They'd bare backed before and judging by the other's expressions, things didn't seem to good. "Tell me baby. You can tell me anything." The other man paused. He saw him reach over and grab an envelope. 

"I got this before we left. I wanted to tell you, but since we left its been totally nonstop since then." Silence. The room was soaked with emotions running high. Mitch noticed the envelope had yet to be opened. The other spoke again. "Before we left home I had a physical. I'd been feeling a bit odd and wasn't sure why. So, whatever's in this envelope could change things forever. I was supposed to see the doctor the day we left, but we needed to catch our flight, I told them I was going away and to have the test results put in this envelope and if I needed to see the doctor after our vacation I would. There was no way I was going to miss this trip. You needed it, I needed it." They laid holding one another, paying little to no attention of their still slightly swollen genitals, there were more pressing matters now. Drake tried his best to be the strong one. But he had reason to be afraid himself.

Cole slowly began opening the envelope. He pulled out the letter and skimmed over it. He read pieces here and there. "You have some dark spots that have shown up on X-rays. We've reason to believe they might be cancer. You've got one on your liver, one on your kidney and another in your groin. However they might be benign. We're unsure, but something's causing you to feel out of sorts. You also have high blood pressure and we need to get your diet under control. Even though you're in good shape, you need to cut back on some foods." The two men laid still. Cole began crying. He was both relieved and scared. Drake pull him tighter into an embrace.

"Baby, you rest. We'll get through this together. I promise." He began kissing his lover all over. Almost acting as though he was trying to kiss away any possible diseases. Cole became aroused more than ever. It wasn't long the two men were making passionate love. It seemed as though the news put things in perspective and forced the two men to truly see what they had together.

They knew Mitch might hear them going at it, so Drake broke off, "Babe, lemme go check on Mitch and I'll be right back." He grabbed his boxer briefs, trying his best to conceal his erection and headed down the hall a few steps. On his way he noticed his cock was heavily leaking precum and had made a wet spot on the front of his cottony-soft underwear. The air was cool and erotic as it met the moisture.

He gently opened the door as to not startle the man. "Mitch," he whispered. "You all right bro?" No answer. Drake muttered, "Must've taken some pills." He looked over and saw that the pill bottles were close by and that confirmed his suspicions. He closed the door and headed back to his lover that awaited his return.

Cole was playing with his cock. He'd take his index finger to the tip of his cock and pull thin strands of his man-nectar to reach his mouth, making a temporary connection from the head of his cock to his sex-hungry mouth. Mitch walked in, saw this, literally tore his underwear from his body and practically flew to the bed. The two hot studs were almost on fire for one another. They began taking one another's precum every time a new bead formed and did this motion repeatedly. Their bodies were seemingly on fire and they separately noticed that each of their love buttons quaked in response to the energy. Neither man could contain himself too long at this point. They began kissing each other and smearing precum all over one another. But men relished in being heavy leakers of precum. And this such liberty made it all that easier to engage in this erotic game.

The passion was so intense that neither man wanted to resort to topping or bottoming. The answer was simple. Frottage. The act of two men rubbing their two cocks together in erotic pleasure. Cole lay upon his lover and the two gorgeous men used the silky smooth leakings from their bodies to lube their swollen penises and groins. The rhythmic motions they made were in sync and mesmerizing. They slipped and slid over and across their bodies while groping, squeezing and feeling every part of exposed skin, all the while being quiet so as to not wake Mitch. It wasn't easy with the passion that had been made, but they managed.