Fire in the Firehouse 18 : (From Mikey)

In a way Mitch was concerned. He couldn't fathom how his lover could barely touch on the subject of what happened the night prior. He was acting like it never happened. That was bothersome to him. He pondered the notion that maybe he'd done some deep soul searching and found what he was lacking in his life. 

But how could Colby be so nonchalant about this? Did it not occur to him what he'd put the two men that cared about him most through? This was definitely cause for concern. Mitch knew it to be imperative he keep an eye on Colby for a while. He wondered if the fall back down where he bumped his jaw knocked him loopy.

"Well..." Mitch began. "I think if you're that certain and worked out the details, you should go for it. You're young and have this amazing body and look going for you. You've wanted to grow your hair out longer than department regulations would allow. I think maybe a break might be best for you. I've thought about doing just that, too. Modeling, taking a break and all. But you go first. Maybe its something I can get into after your foot has gotten in the door. Maybe a new scene will do you some good." He paused. He had to mention Colby's avoidance of his attempted suicide.

"Colby, we've gotta talk." He had his lover's attention and proceeded. "Look, its bothering me a lot you're not dealing with things as it relates to last night. You're acting like none of it ever transpired and that concerns me a great deal. Look, I watched you waffle back and forth whether or not to kill yourself. I dunno man. I've never dealt with someone that's flirted so close to ending their life. This is all uncharted waters to me. I get where you want to go in your life, but come on. I think we need to talk about this some. Don't you?" Silence.

Colby processed what his lover said. "Look, its fucked up of you to do and say this shit to me. I've been through so damn much lately and you're now adding pressure on me I don't need. I was all happy about where I want be and need my life to go and now you're out to kill the wind in my sails? Why did I not jump, again? Look, I know what you're saying. But shit, ease off already. I just said I might need to seek help. Can you not trust me and just be happy I didn't do it?" More silence.

The darker haired man felt enormous guilt. He realized he was thinking more of himself at the time and failed to see where Colby was coming from, but couldn't take away he, too had a point. Maybe they'd work through that part later. "I'm sorry baby. I guess in my overwhelming concern for you, I failed to see maybe you've worked things through in your mind. Apparently in ways you have. You have a new lease on life today. I guess I just am so afraid to lose you. Hell, last night as we drove home, I ran many things through my mind. Mostly pertaining to the future. I dunno...maybe I allowed my feelings over take yours and I imposed things on you I was feeling."

Colby sort of wanted to explore what Mitch might have been thinking, but he didn't need any more stress to cope with. He just let things lie as they were. If it were truly an issue he was certain he'd have been told. They embraced in a kiss and let those actions speak volumes rather than say anymore. It seemed it worked.

Mitch excused himself to go clean up to start the day while Colby peered heavily into space pondering his choices and options. It would be quite a change of pace his new path, but it was what was needed. Colby was growing tired of being a firefighter, his passion was dying out. 

In the bathroom, Mitch was thinking over that what his lover just confessed to and how things played out. It was interesting to say the least. He still had the passion, but he, too was feeling it die out. Most people their ages shouldn't be burning out so soon, but with all they'd been through, both at work and off duty, how could they not? Mitch promised himself to think long and hard about his own future.

"Wish I had the nerve to make the choices Colby has. He's got conviction, that's for sure. But I just can't walk away from it right now. I've wanted it too long. I'm not ready to throw in the towel just yet...I think." He stood looking back in the mirror as he shaved. His mind wandered. He realized the date for their planned ceremony was coming and they still had so much to do. So much to plan for. They'd set the date but made no real plans. Thankfully it wasn't going to be an elaborate affair. He smiled and chuckled and realized his Mom would take over, there'd be no stopping her. 

Cory was tossing and turning as he slept. He'd gotten to bed late. He'd stayed up too long thinking things over. At times he thought paranoia might destroy him. He wanted this part of his life to be over. He regretted his choices that fateful night, but as circumstance were, there was nothing he could do. It was self defense for his lover. He had to keep reminding himself of that. It was one of the things that got him through the tough times. 

This time the dream wasn't the same. This time it was about Bret. He kept seeing Bret lie in a vegetative state, which he still was. Knowing his former lover lay in a coma was too much to bare. In ways Cory blamed himself. He longed to speak with him one more time. Sure he'd spoken to him in the coma, but without response it felt incomplete. He wished he had so he could seek closure. But he had no impact in their decisions. As it was, his family despised him. They blamed Cory for turning their son gay. Little did they realize Bret had been sexually active since 15, and it that time never had it been with a woman.

Cory shot up, soaked in sweat, the memories of his nightmare still fresh in his mind. "This shit has got to stop! I don't know how much longer I can take this. I'd have thought that shit like this would've worked itself out by now." He got up, grabbed some clothes, a ball cap, went in to brush his teeth, poked his head in his brother's room telling him he was gunna brush his teeth and go out jogging and then grab a bagel and would be gone about and hour and a half at the least, probably more. He made the excuse he needed to just get out in the fresh air.

Having finished what he needed to around the house; he jogged out the front door, he knew he needed this to clear his mind. It seemed there was finally a normal day to be had, it had been so long and was long over due. He just needed to work this out in his mind and things might wind up leading to a decent day for once. All three of them were almost uncertain how to react at this point, but with it being early and their luck, one never knew. Thus far in the day things were pleasant. The cool, late morning air felt invigorating to him. He loved how the air seemed to smack him awake. He headed away deep in his thoughts.

Mitch had heard where Cory was off to. Just thinking of being alone with Colby was making him hard, but did it make sense? Were they on the same page? But he really needed to express his feeling to his man and knowing that finally they had some alone time, now was that chance, at least he hoped so. 90 minutes was a good period of time he thought. He just hoped his lover was in the mood, especially with everything going on between them.

Mitch peeked his head around the corner of the wall, acting like a little kid. He noticed Colby had laid out on the bed. The bed was covered in sunshine and the young man lying on the bed was soaking up the sun's rays. Mitch gazed longingly how irresistible it made his lover appear. He saw how the rays of sun made his silken armpit hairs almost glow and come alive. They looked so soft and kissable, even lickable. The light was making love to his lover's body and this did nothing to lessen his horniness. He noticed his cock was dripping precum. He even reached down into his boxers, and used his stronger fingers to will the sappy juice from his erect penis and brought the fingers to his mouth and savored how he tasted. This did virtually nothing to quell his sexual appetite. 

He felt immense guilt. Should he be feeling this way? Could they use a love making session as a way to work things out, to apologize deeper and more meaningfully? There was much to consider. But down deep he knew their love was stronger than this. He felt it with his heart and not his gifts.

Colby began noticing these actions out the corner of his eye. He tried to find the switch in his mind that turned on his sexual cravings. Especially because of the words they just had they weren't coming. Where was it? Had he been through too much? He tried so hard to get aroused. He noticed Mitch was running to the bed, leaping through the air. "THUMP" he landed on it laughing like a kid, Colby looked at him, mustered a decent smile, "You're a goof...yep. But you know this already." 

Mitch couldn't contain his emotions. "Let's fuck! I need sex! Get hard and let's do it!" Colby began laughing hysterically. He couldn't catch his breath. What Mitch had said to him caught him off guard. The man he loved so much looked like a little boy asking for permission for something. He couldn't refuse that. Mitch took a chance after their small heated discussion. He wasn't about to kill off the attempts that he'd made. He saw the opportunity to seize the chance to make amends and show one another they were still meant for each other. But he needed to get aroused.

"Babe, I'm so not even horny today." He looked dead in his lover's eyes and saw the heart break. He felt bad. "I guess I could jack you off, but other than that I'm not in an affectionate mood." Mitch broke his glare from his lover, too pissed to look him in his eyes.

"This just fucking figures. First time in ages we can do something in the privacy of our own home and you've got the sex drive of a woman." He jumped up from their bed, his cock bloated from the recent blood flow, but having shrunk back down considerably. He walked around the room. He began kicking clothes lying on the floor and throwing some clothing. He was doing his best not to start yelling, trying to keep even tempered. It was testing his resolve to the limits, that much was certain. He was severely pissed off.

Colby watched and felt bad. Thing was, something was breaking inside him. And he almost felt guilty thinking this way. He watched a few more minutes, Mitch not settling down any time soon. He got up, walked over to his lover, touched his waist sending an electric impulse through his body. Mitch turned, looked him dead on, "Don't Colby. Its not worth it. I'm not a pity fuck. You need to realize I've been through just as much shit these last few months. I've been there all along. Is it a crime to once and a while sacrifice something for the sake of our love? Do I ask too..." That was all Colby could take. His body was burning with wanton lust for his lover. Seeing him so charged, brimming with manliness and testosterone sent him into overdrive. He had to seduce his lover right now. He'd gotten incredibly aroused witnessing the acts of anger, rage, and frustration. Needless to say his cock responded in earnest.

Mitch broke off, "Well, that was quite the surprise. And a welcomed one at that. Wow. Where did that come from babe? One minute you're deader than Elvis, the next you're more alive than a new born bay. WOW!" The passion and desire between the two men was alive again. 

Colby looked at him, "Well, guess this just proves that we needn't be at work for there to be fire in the firehouse. Cause baby, this house is alive and its on fire! I'm gunna rock your world! Seeing you all upset, something just clicked inside. I can't explain it." Nothing more between the two men was spoken. In a bold and daring move, he bent down and scooped his lover up and brought him to the bed. "Oh, you have no clue about where I'm about to take your body. I hope you're ready. And don't worry, I made sure when Cory left I motioned for him to stay gone longer. I wanted to cuddle and whatnot, but now that's gone out the window..." A wicked, sexy smile washed over his face.