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Grey's Hidden Fire by Draven St. James
Blurb:
Grey's entire life is
wrapped around his job as a firefighter. It is all he has ever wanted. That is
until his new coworker Mica Cruz saunters through the door with his smoldering
dark looks and dimpled grin. Suddenly he finds himself wanting to get to know
what Mica looks like out of his gear and between the sheets.
Mica has one rule…keep his work life and his personal life separate. It
was easy enough to follow until he meets Grey and finds that his rule can't
stand up to the fire that Grey ignites. There's one big thing standing in the
way of all of his lust filled musings. Grey is straight.
In a profession where being gay is often kept quiet
Grey must come to terms with his growing attraction to Mica. How much is he willing
to sacrifice? Can they come together before someone's hatred threatens to
destroy them both?
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Excerpt:
Mica walked into the dark room that contained two bunk beds.
Grey’s huddled form made a silhouette against the darkness on one of the lower
bunks, and Mica stretched out on the other. Grey’s shifting sent the sounds of
a creaky mattress across the small space.
“Are you gay?” Grey’s words shattered the silence with their quiet
intensity.
Mica felt like all the air had been sucked from the room. No one
had ever out-and-out asked him if he was gay. He was fairly certain it was
because he didn’t look like the stereotypical gay man. He also didn’t act like
what his coworkers had always described as a gay man. He wasn’t effeminate.
They were never cruel, but there was a level of mocking when they spoke about
the topic. The reaction to the answer to this one question could screw his
whole world up, but he didn’t feel like he could lie to Grey.
“Yes,” he responded in a low voice. He held his breath and waited
for some kind of verbal or physical explosive response. There was nothing, just
the soft sound of Grey’s breath.
“Was I any good?” Grey asked.
Mica sat up and stared into the darkness, his mouth hanging open.
“What?” he asked in a loud whisper.
“In your fantasy, I must have been pretty good, right?” There was
humor in the other man’s voice. Humor, but not ridicule.
“Yeah, you were pretty good,” Mica conceded. He lay back on his
bed and laughed softly. “You were really good.”
“Is that what you are? Dominant?”
“What do you mean?”
“I…” Grey hesitated. “Are you a top?”
Mica snickered and smiled broadly at Grey for having the courage
to ask that kind of question. “Yes and no.”
Grey chuckled. “How does that work?”
“I wouldn’t mind bottoming for the right guy,” Mica confessed. He
had never said that to anyone. He had actually never bottomed, but if given a
chance with Grey…he’d be tempted.
“Oh…” Grey murmured.
Mica glared hard into the darkness. He wished he could look into
Grey’s eyes, see what was in Grey’s mind. It was damn difficult to judge what a
man was thinking simply by the tone of his voice. Grey didn’t seem to have much
of a problem with Mica’s being gay. If anything, he sounded intrigued.
“I take it you’re straight?” Mica asked.
The weight of the silence was heavy. Had Grey gone to sleep that
quickly? Mica wanted to get up and turn on the light, but he didn’t think Grey
would appreciate it. It would feel too much like a spotlight during an
interrogation.
“Yes,” Grey admitted. Although the brief moment of hesitation was
curious.
“Thank you, then, for not freaking out about earlier,” Mica said
into the void. His face heated at the words. He wanted to add to that, but he
didn’t know what to say. Apologizing for using someone to get off was a new
thing to him. In his early days of coming out he’d had his one-night stands
with no apology. Somehow this entire situation held a higher level of intimacy.
Maybe it was the sharing of secret thoughts in the dark.
Grey shuffled. “Mica?”
“Yeah?”
“What was I doing?”
Mica’s eyes widened. He couldn’t have heard that right, or he’d
processed it incorrectly. “Huh?”
“I mean, what was your… What was the whole fantasy?”
Mica had to sit up to hear the whispered words. “In the shower?”
“Yeah.” Grey sighed. “I mean, I know I was…I mean…in the
end…sucking…”
Mica could practically feel the heat of the other man blushing
across the room.
“Are you seriously asking for the setting of my jack-off session?”
Mica chuckled.
“Well, when you say it like that…” Grey’s voice filled with
discomfort. “I guess it was an odd question. Never mind.”
Grey sounded mortified. Mica didn’t know what drove Grey to ask
the question, but Mica wanted to share the fantasy with him. After all, Grey
had asked. No one could fault him for handing over information that had been
requested.
Mica lay back and closed his eyes. “You came into the locker room
as I was taking off my T-shirt. You wanted to know if I needed any help
cleaning up, or if I had any pain from the fire.”
He paused to see if Grey would stop him. If Grey had changed his
mind about wanting to know Mica’s hot fantasy. A fantasy where Grey was the
star. He heard nothing but Grey’s breathing. “Are you with me?”
“Yes.”
If Mica hadn’t been listening so closely, he wouldn’t have heard
the response.
“Okay, so I told you my shoulder was really hurting from when I
pushed against the door frame to make it outside. You came up behind me and ran
your fingers over my shoulders, massaging. I could detect the faintest touch on
my neck, where it felt like you’d kissed me. My cock twitched, and I barely
managed to keep from groaning. You felt my body tense, so you pulled away and
turned me around. You asked if I was okay, if I needed any other help.” His
voice became hoarse with arousal.
“That’s when you looked down and saw my cock, rock hard against my
briefs. You reached down to lightly stroke it through the fabric and asked if I
required help taking care of any other special needs.”
Grey chuckled softly and said, “Sounds like a line from a porn
video.”
“Well, it is a fantasy. Give me a break.” Mica laughed. “Anyway,
of course I was shocked by your offer, but so fucking hard because your hand
was stroking my dick that I nodded. You pushed my briefs down and wrapped your
fingers around my cock. Your hand felt amazing. It was so warm and rough. I
rocked my hips into it.” His cock leaked. The arousal was ten times what it had
been in the shower. Describing the fantasy for Grey was hotter than he could
have imagined.
“And?” Grey asked, his voice ragged.
Mica propped himself up on his elbow. Was it his imagination, or
did Grey sound turned on?
“Then you swiped your finger over the head of my dick, getting a
drop of precum. You brought it to your lips and sucked it off. You told me it
tasted sweet and salty and that you wanted more.”
Grey’s breath came faster from across the room. Holy shit. Just
the thought of Grey getting hot from the fantasy was enough to make Mica’s cock
throb.
“Then what?” Grey whispered.
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