Chapter 50
Tristan
Captain Hyun’s fifty-fifth birthday is the following Saturday, and Nick and I are late because, just after he parks his car down the road from Hyun’s house, he pulls me to him and kisses me.
We’re a mess of mouths and hands as we collapse into the backseat of the car like two teenagers, and I’m tearing open his zipper.
He’s pushing my head down between his legs, and I’m taking his cock in my mouth, choking and coughing and sucking, and it’s rough, and it’s perfect, and my spit dribbles down my chin as he fucks my throat.
He cums in my mouth, and I swallow it all, wiping my lips and my chin when I’m done.
“I liked that,” I gasp. My body hums with arousal, my cock throbbing deliciously in the cage he made me put on before we got here.
“Good,” Nick says, kissing me, swiping his tongue inside my mouth. “I’m going to have a hard time keeping my hands off you at this party.”
We haven’t told any of our coworkers about our situation—is there even anything to tell?—and they’re all going to be here tonight.
Even though it’s a day off, we have to be in “work mode” in the sense that we’re pretending to be just colleagues, just friends, when we both know we’re absolutely something more than that.
“What if,” I venture, “we just do what feels natural?”
The words are almost a surprise coming out of my mouth. I’ve typically been the one to insist on the boundary of no one at work knowing.
To be frank, I’m getting tired of hiding. Nick makes me happy. We’re not dating, but we’re something, and I’m not ashamed of what we are or what we have. We’re consenting adults, and I don’t care if our coworkers know that we make each other happy.
Nick raises his eyebrows. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
At least, I think so. I hope so. I’m really unsure, but I want to be sure.
“Besides,” I add. “We’re already arriving together, which they won’t expect. Might as well let me hold your hand, too.”
He grins devilishly. “Do you want to hold my hand?”
“Yes. Desperately.”
He exits the car first, opens my door like an old-fashioned gentleman, and slips his hand into mine as we walk up to Captain Hyun’s Victorian-style townhouse.
Captain Hyun’s husband greets us at the door. I’ve never met the man before, and Captain Hyun doesn’t talk much about her personal life.
He introduces himself as Christopher and shakes my hand. He already knows Nick and hugs him.
“Liza’s mentioned you,” Christopher says to me as we follow him inside. “She’s been very impressed with how you’ve done so far.”
“Best probie we’ve ever had,” Nick says. His hand rests gently on my lower back. I could tell that Christopher noticed we were holding hands when he opened the door, but he clearly doesn’t care.
I let myself relax a little.
A bunch of people from Station 27 are there—my crew, and several others. There are other first responders, as well as friends from Captain Hyun’s social life. It’s fun, seeing people outside of the work environment, seeing them let loose, seeing them casually.
Mila is here with her wife, and Charlie is here by himself. He spots Nick and me and hurries over.
“What’s up?” he says, and then notices Nick’s hand, still on my lower back. He raises his eyebrows. “About damn time,” he says.
Nick laughs. “What?”
Charlie shakes his head. “I’ve gotta find Vinnie. We had a bet going about how long it would take for y’all to start going out.”
“I can’t tell if that’s homophobic, or weirdly sweet and supportive,” Nick whispers to me while Charlie cranes his neck, looking for Vinnie.
“Let’s take it as weirdly sweet and supportive,” I suggest, trying not to laugh.
“Where the fuck is Vinnie?” Charlie mutters. “I haven’t seen him here yet.”
Just then, the doorbell dings again, and a teenager—I think he must be one of Captain Hyun’s—rushes to answer it.
Vinnie stands in the doorway.
Holding his hand is John Michael, the guy who called 911 from the gay club a few weeks ago, and then gave his number to Vinnie.
“Holy fucking shit,” Nick whispers.