Fire in the Firehouse 14

Like magic the two men were exploding like uncapped fire hydrants. Their creamy-man-milk was shooting off like geysers. They both clenched their teeth to be as quiet as they possibly could manage. The orgasms they both felt were mind numbingly intense. Their inner stresses washed away. In Drake's mind he saw it as making any possible illness his lover might have just go away. He knew it impossible and wishful thinking, but its what crossed his mind.

Soon the men just cozied up with Drake remaining where he was and Cole having drifted off him, yet one leg between his lover's and his arm heavily draped over his lover's muscular torso. Soon they met sleep with ease. Unfortunately that same ease was not coming to Colby.

Colby was at the fire campsite. The blaze roared, popped, crackled and hissed on around them, but they naturally were a safe enough distance from the blaze. Colby had so much on his mind. The list was endless. How could he sleep under the pressures he'd been through? He tossed and turned, but sleep wasn't to be found. He tried everything, but to no avail. He whispered to himself. "This isn't fair damn it anyhow. Why? Why the fuck now? I need to be with the man I love. My best friend. This is bullshit. Especially now. I'm to be heading out in a few hours and I've yet to find sleep. I'm gunna be a danger to myself and those around me. Fuck..." He was mentally abusing himself, sadly most of it not his fault. 

He got up and walked around, seeing many of the others sleeping and a few cooking for the onslaught of hungry fire fighters that would be making their way back soon. Colby saw the fiery sky in the background. He walked over to a clearing and peered out at it. It was far enough away for him to be safe, but still there was a faint bit of heat hitting him. 

As the young man with wheat colored hair stood gazing out his mind got away from him. He began talking to himself. "Well, here it is. Hell on Earth. This sucks. I hate you, you know this, right?" He paused, almost waiting for an answer on the breeze. Obviously nothing. He continued. "So, what have you planned for me? Out to kill me? Why not? Seems everything else these days is. My bitch of a stepmother has tried, my Dad might as well have. I mean could he be anymore cold and calloused? All I ever wanted, to find love. I've suffered long enough over the years. I have a bitch in my life that lied to me all these years. A Dad that is now unsure of me. A lover that has risked his life several times now. When does it end? Not to mention the bitch hires thugs to whack me. What the fuck did I do wrong in my life? Why the fuck was I born? Is this the shit I'm to put up with until the day I fuckin' die?" Colby didn't realize it, but Joe was right behind him piecing the story together.

Capt. Joe walked closer, put his arm around the young man once again. "Son, things happen in life. They aren't always fair, but its what we need to go through. We all have a certain mission in life. Sure, some might die in a freak accident. There're those eaten by a shark. There're so many lives cut short daily. Who knows what it all means? Its life. But, we have to believe there's something better waiting for us someday. But for now, clear your mind. I'm going to see that you're on the cooking crew for today. You'll make lunch and dinner and be able to get a night's rest. There're enough firemen here right now to handle it. No one will scoff. Besides, everyone needs to pitch in and your being here means more than anything." Nothing more was spoken. The two men looked down on the fire. Both had personal issues running through their minds. But having a close friend nearby was all that they needed.

Meanwhile, Marie, the self absorbed bitch that she could be was up to her old tricks. "Look you fucking imports. I don't give ten shits what you feel. You work for me. Fuck this fire. My fag stepson and his friends will get it put out." She reached over, grabbed her pack of cigarettes and her drink. She was pretty sloshed as it was. She was burying her fear and was taking it out on her staff. She had nowhere to go really, sans a motel, hotel or an inn. But they'd been asking people to avoid driving unless evacuated. And Marie was too afraid to just ask her staff to stay. She figured demanding them was what would be best. Naturally they valued their jobs and none of them wanted to be fired. None of them were legal citizens and they'd risk being sent back to their countries. Though they feared for their lives, they remained anyhow.

Marie sauntered out on the balcony. She was terrified at what she saw. The fire was growing into an all out firestorm. Her heart raced in fear. The flames were far off, but the wind they created blew the smell her way. She could taste destruction in the air. The night air that was not all that long ago mild and sweet was now littered and filthy. She spoke to the fire. "Fuck you! I don't need this shit! I'm this close damn you! Go the fuck away! I'm not going to lose what I've worked so hard for all these years!" Her staff went about their jobs trying to keep occupied. It was useless, they were all afraid for their lives and a boss that called the shots.

Sure the staff out weighed her in number, but they didn't need INS called and them reported. They'd been trying to build lives here and Marie could take it all away just as fast as she'd given it to them. She stood out drinking more, refilled her glass and drink again. She was truly on a path of self destruction.

Back in the comfy hotel Nick was stirring in his bed. He was seeing things clear in his mind. He'd only been back to sleep a little over an hour. The sun was starting to rise. His cum-covered body was now moist with sweat causing the dried sperm to liquefy again somewhat. The room lay heavy with sweat and jizz about the air. In his mind Nick was seeing his son. He saw the fire. It was all so clear. Colby was trapped and had no way out. Nick trashed and cried out. "No! No, son, no!" Nick sat straight up in bed and lay back down immediately. He tried to rationalize to himself it was a dream. Sleep was not easy to find this night for many. His heart raced was begging to break out of his muscular chest. 

"What the fuck was that all about," he wondered silently? He laid there for a bit, realized he'd need help getting back to sleep, went over, still naked with his heavy cock bouncing left and right off his balls in the nest of pubic hairs all around. He bent down, grabbed some vodka and poured himself a heavy drink. He'd need help to find his sleep again. In his rested state his stresses couldn't effect him so much.

Back in the apartment, unbeknownst to Nick, his would-be son in law, so to speak had just had the same dream. Little did they know this was more than a dream of subconscious thoughts, it was a premonition and one that carried over to another man-the Father of the intended victim. 

Mitch shot up, sweating profusely and screamed out, "NOOOOOO..." Hearing this, Cole and Drake grabbed some fresh boxers and flew into Mitch's room somewhat stumbling as they ran and putting the boxers on at the same time. Drake made it first to the bed, sat down and wrapped his arms around Mitch. Mitch began sobbing uncontrollably. Neither man could fathom the issue. Cole stood their stunned, wanting to comfort Mitch as well.

Drake looked at his lover, "Babe, go get Mitch some cold water and a cool wash cloth." He did as he was asked. Mitch tried to speak, but the words failed him. Drake just held him tighter, breaking off a bit to wipe his tears with a Kleenex and brush his brown tresses from his face. Drake stared hard, trying to get an indication of the matter. It occurred to him, magic. "Did you have a vision bro?" He paused and waited. Mitch gained control, looked at the other man, tear stained cheeks, clenched his teeth and his eyes, and nodded his head. Drake knew instantly it was about Colby.

Cole rushed back with the rag and water and he was told by his lover, "He had a vision. But he's unable to talk." As he held the man he began trembling, almost violently. It seemed as though the medication might be coming into play, too. Drake couldn't be certain. What mattered most right now was calming Mitch down enough to get him to open up.

Cole walked to the window, opened the curtain. The sun was rising, not that those in the valley could tell much. The sun was held back and strained by the billowing smoke that reached out and stretched far across the horizon. The other two men stared long and hard. The fire had gotten worse, it had grown quite a bit. 

Mitch stared out long and hard, almost forgetting to blink. He knew the man that meant more than anything in the world to him was out there in it. He had no clue that he'd yet been out on the scene. He sat there and got a connection to his lover. He felt him and knew he was safe. 

Cole offered to call Colby, maybe warn him of what Mitch saw. He didn't need to be gifted himself to know what the other had seen. He hoped he could get the word out. He called, the phone rang and rang. He thought to himself, can this be anymore cliche? He sighed. 

Drake looked on and read the other via his actions. "Maybe we should drive out there. We need to warn Colby." They sat waiting for Mitch to confirm this. Silence. 

A few minutes passed and Mitch spoke. "No. No, we can't go there. I need to make a potion and cast a spell. Its what needs to be. I can't interfere like that. I'm not sure why, but we can't go out there. There's a reason and I feel it. We need to gather some things here and I will try to cast a spell to get Colby to be on guard." 

Cole and Drake stood listening, ready to lend a hand any way they could. They couldn't fathom why they couldn't go out there. That very fact bothered both men a lot. But there were parts of Mitch they didn't know all that well.

It finally came to Mitch. "Its like this: Colby has not gone out there yet. I've used my Empathy and I've read him. I don't know how, but I did. He's still at the campsite and he's going through too much mentally right now. I need to use a spell to strengthen him. He needs this. He needs to grow. There's a quest he needs to under take out there and our going there will keep that from happening." He was silent.

Drake asked, "Will he die?" The silence saturated the room. It was painfully silent. Mitch was tapping into his gifts that weren't all that developed yet.

Mitch replied, "I don't think so. But he's going to face something out there. I've seen it. We need to cast a spell to protect him." The other two men listened, not exactly believing what they heard. Mitch had said we and not I.

Cole spoke up anticipation in his voice, "We. You definitely said we." He and his lover waited for a response. They were both perplexed being in on this, wondering where and how they fit in.

"Yes. Its simple. All three of us are connected to him some way or another. I'm his lover, Drake's his best friend and you're his best friend's lover. It makes sense. Get your conical hats out girls. We're gunna play Charmed." The other two men shot him a puzzled look. He saw them and spoke, "I'm kidding. Well, about the hats anyhow." He left it at that. His mood was unique to say the least.

Mitch raced to the spare room. "Where's that Book?" He searched high and low. Soon he found it, his Book of Shadows and raced back into his room. "Ok girls, kitchen." He was taking the Charmed part too seriously. But he was nice to see his spirits so lifted. 

Drake had to ask, "Are you all right man? A few minutes ago you were crying and trembling. Now this? What gives bro?" Mitch smiled and went about his business in his strange mood.

Then he replied, "We have to save Colby. That's all. Yeah, I admit. I'm acting a little wonky. But I have to look at the bright side and this is my job to correct it. And with you two here helping me, things should work out...I hope." Mitch was suppressing his fears by being psychotically chipper. The more he rejected his vision, the better he felt. He was convinced the spell was the solution.

Drake and Cole made facial gestures as a way of communicating. They knew they'd have to snap Mitch out of his delusions and soon. But for now they went with it with no real choices at the moment.

Nick finally woke, a slight hangover stung his head inside. He almost reached for another drink until he realized he needed to get control again. Immediately he remembered his nightmare as he saw it that's what it was. It pained him deep what he saw. But what could he do? He went it, drew himself a nice hot shower and began talking aloud to God. "Father, I know I've not been the best Father or husband at times, but I ask for forgiveness. And I ask for your help and love." He prayed on and on for some time. 

Nick drowned his sorrows in the rather-warm water and just burried himself in his thoughts and prayers. He knew he had to find peace and acceptance and pray he'd tell his son they'd get through this. He wasn't about to lose another child like he did so many years ago.

Back at the campsite Colby had gotten to sleep finally. All the others in his life were wide awake in fear, mostly for him, while he slept as the wind had picked up a howled around him. The hours creeped by as he rested as best he could. His mind raced with dreams.

The wind chased the fire closer and closer to the site, but they still remained safe. Before long nature began working with them. Another storm came in bring the temperatures down and soaking the fire. The two elements began fighting each other. The fire whined and screamed as it tried to reject the falling water. But the rain would need to keep hitting harder to help win this battle. So much had already been burned and it had grown so much. But the water from above was a blessing.

About another two hours later, Colby still sleeping, the weather changed again. The rain had almost ceased and thunder and lighting kicked in again. There were lighting strikes all over. Most of the bolts stayed in the sky, but true to form there had been some hitting the ground. Soon there were new fires. With the wind blowing as it was it wasn't long and they had merged into one. It was truly beginning to seem like hell on Earth. 

Colby was so happy to be resting. Unfortunately that rest was about to end. Capt. Joe came running in his tent. "Wake up son!" Fire all around! We're trapped!" Get your gear on, now! Hurry!" Colby had little time to deduce anything. He was scurrying for his gear. His heart was throbbing out of control in his defined chest. He got his gear gathered and on and came out to see. Everywhere he looked, fire. They were trapped. He, Capt. Joe and one other fireman and two women. There was no hope for escape on their own accord. Colby's heart sank as his mind billowed out of control with thoughts and emotions. 

Colby was scared for his life and those around him. Mitch. Would he ever see Mitch again? And Nick. Would he live to see his Dad again? He whispered, "Mitchell. God, baby I love you." At that instance Mitch, who'd been working on his spell and was in this strange mood snapped out of it. The two men connected. It was like nothing that either of them had experienced before.