Fire in the Firehouse 15

The segue leading into part 15.

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.

Time seemed to be standing still. The fire had grown around Colby and his coworkers. The smell of death stung the air. Up. Up lead to safety. But no one could get up. None of them had the power of flight or levitation. Mitch was gifted, but not in that respect. They needed something to get up. But how? The walls of flames were high, very high. The area around them must be at least 75-100 feet wide. It was a wide space, but that had no baring on things. 

Capt. Joe had gone to the supplies. He'd found the silvery bags that firemen wrap up in when fire was all around. They had many nick names, Colby managed to never find out the true name and left it at that, some called the 'Shake and Bake Bags'. The purpose was to get in them, wrap up and protect yourself from the fire as they're flame retardant. God help you if you were claustrophobic. 

They had some time afforded to them and Capt. Joe casually suggested they wait a while. Only when absolutely necessary would they get in them. The walls of flames had a ways to go. Colby stood there, absorbed in his thoughts. His life flashed before him. All the fun times, regrets, things of the present. Things that might never be. It was a lot to deal with, but he managed, albeit not too well.

Colby fell to his knees. Tears poured out his eyes. No one could really hear his screaming. "Why? What for? How the fuckin' hell do I keep making the wrong choices? I was granted the time off. But no. I have to be the hero and come to work. I could be home, alive. No, here I am close to death. Why do I bother? Why do I even try? I should just go running into the fire now and end it all. What's the fuckin' point?" Colby grabbed his long tresses, as he sat on his knees. He was screaming and began pounding the Earth. He was exploding with rage like he never had before. He was beside himself with anger and frustration. 

Across the mountains, somewhat close by was Mitch. He'd been trying to cast spells and such to save his lover. Suddenly the vials of liquids needed for his spell fell out of his hands as he went into a trance. He had become locked onto his lover. Colby had made a mental connection to the man he loved with all his heart. He'd not meant to, but it came to be. Colby had no indication of it transpiring, but Mitch saw and felt it all. 

Mitch's insides felt like they were being torn apart. His heart picked up speed. His brow awash with sweat, in ways he felt ill. He began focusing deep. Deeper than he ever had. His mind over flowed instantly with images in Colby's mind. Drake and Cole took notice and said nothing. They stood there trying to figure out what could be happening. More specifically what he could be seeing. They knew it wise to say nothing and just watch, wait, and learn.

Meanwhile a fully naked Nick stood at his window. He was still unshowered. He wanted to, but looking out the window connected him to his son and he needed that connection right now. The shower seemed further away than he was willing to be. His mind soared with thoughts and images of his own. He saw his son throughout the years. How happy he was and all the while was the victim of his step mother's abuse. How could he be so blind to the happenings? Damn it, he thought. Now I have this to face...His thoughts trailed off. 

Nick caught sight of himself in the mirror as he reached for his coffee he'd made. He spoke aloud. "Look at me. I'm a mess. Hair's a mess. I need a shave. I smell like dried cum. This fire's controlling me. My family." Nick knew he needed to get cleaned up. He'd feel better about things and himself.

Back in the luxurious home, Marie stood outside, basically having ignored the need to sleep. She was terrified for her life, but to admit that meant she was weak and not since she was in her early 20's had she allowed herself to be seen as weak by anyone. She'd become so wrapped up in her menacing ways, she cared little about anything else other than being seen as completely strong and in control at all times.

"All right fag-boy. You and your buddies can get this fire out at any time now." The storm had settled down. There was a light mist in the air. It almost looked and felt like early fall. But this did little to calm the spread of the fire. The brush was too crisp and dead. It was ripe for the picking, or in this case, for burning.

The golden brush swayed heavily in the air. The menacing fire made its own fierce winds. The landscape was getting swallowed alive by this murdering hell-on-Earth. People were running for their lives as were animals. It was a live or die situation for many living creatures.

Colby felt so trapped, alone, and isolated. He managed to find a small area and removed himself from the others. He crouched down on the not-so-kind Earth that was wracked with brush and needles from pine trees. Even with his uniform on, it did little to hold off the pain. As he crouched down, a flood of more memories washed over him. He was shaken at first, but the memories of old brought comfort at times and sorrow at others. He'd often heard tales of people being in situations such as this and their lives came rushing back, but now he was experiencing it first hand.

The young and handsome man with the striking wheat colored hair was lost in his thoughts. It was most likely all brought on by his plight of being trapped in a ring of fire that was closing in with no visible way to escape. He was now seeing the day he and Mitch first met in his mind. Not the day they first had sex, but the day they first met. As he looked back, their meeting was innocent, and no real sense of physical attraction. He remembered looking at Mitch and admiring his build and his confidence and the confident way he carried himself. He was a bit put off by him at first. Then there was the night Capt. Joe took all the recent men hired out for some beers. He picked up the tab that night. 

At first Capt. Joe saw the two men seemed to be avoiding one another, and bought them a few rounds of darts and got them to at least speak to one another. They started a friendship. It was nothing special, but he got them to get comfortable with one another and lead to the road they were now on. Colby was looking back fondly on this. It made him smile and warmed his heart. Part of him wondered how he could be so blind. Even if they'd never fallen for one another like they had, they'd be missing out on so much as friends. They brought out so much in one another. They mixed well and complimented one another in many ways. Friendships and relationships like theirs aren't born everyday.

Soon the day they first had sex came streaming back into his mind's eye. He saw it all vividly. The horseplay that lead into more. The touches, the kisses, the first time feeling another man's hard cock in his hands. How the soft, tender, yet swollen flesh felt in his grasp. He recalled how cock tasted the first time. Colby broke off a bit from his thoughts. Even in the middle of this crisis his cock was semi erect and leaking precum at the thoughts of his past expression of his feelings to his lover. He rationalized, if I'm going to die, may as well die happy. 

The thoughts continued. The memories at this point mostly good ones. Then came the recent bouts with Marie and with those thoughts, pain. His mind changed directions and soon he found himself pissed off again. He couldn't fathom why this woman hated him so badly. Why? How? For what? It mattered little. It was now her problem and not his. A part of him wondered how close the fire was to her. A part of him wanted to feel sorry and concerned for her well being. But then anger took control of his very his being as he reminded himself that if the tables were turned, she'd be hoping for his demise. He took that feeling, drew from it and then cursed her to her fate. He whispered, "If you die by this fire bitch, you get what you deserve. You disgust me. And as God as my witness, if you survive this, I will see to it I take you down legally and destroy you..." 

Mitch was back home deep in thought. He knew everything that his lover was feeling. Though a bit unfair, the man was seeing first hand how his lover felt about him. In a somewhat biased way, the balance shifted. Mitch had a one up knowing how much he was loved. His filled his heart with love, compassion and egged him on to find a way to save the one he loved. 

His thoughts began escaping him. If only I had the power of flight or levitation. Then I could easily rescue him. Them. What can I do? This is crazy. I'm trapped. The man I love is in a ring of fire, facing down hell and I'm holed up in this shit hole. Ok, its not a shit hole, but right now its a prison. I'm still weakened...Wait a second. No, I'm not. I've not taken my pills in a few hours and I feel better. What the fuck is that all about? He picks up a bottle. Oh, cute. Codeine. No wonder I felt like a walking zombie. Well, fuck that noise. And fuck those pills. I'm going to do things my way now damn it to hell!

He walked over, grabbed a larger-than-normal cup, poured a huge cup of coffee and began sipping the black gold. It spiked his creative mind. The caffeine was pulling him out of his stupor. His thoughts were coming more fast and furious now. His mind spun with ideas like a spider making a web. One of these ideas would come into play and save Colby and the others. He had to keep telling himself this. It was what was getting him through the ordeal.

Drake and Cole had taken a walk outside. They wanted to give Mitch some space with his thoughts. They both kept their cell phones with them and turned on. They stayed close to the apartment just in case things changed. They walked and talked about nothing in particular. Mostly about how they would spend their lives together and they would know better about that once they got Cole's test results back.