EMS Heat 06 - Red Lights and Silver Bells (3 page)

 

Dylan grinned. "It fits in this situation though."

 

"Yes, I guess it does," Kaleb traced a path down Dylan's sternum.

 

"She did nag me again." Dylan wrinkled his nose in the way he always did when irritated.

 

"What was it this time?" Gladys had decided it was her job to mother Dylan so she always doled out unwanted advice.

 

"She thinks I should tell Lucas about that night."

 

Dylan sighed.

 

Kaleb didn't even have to ask what
that night
referred to. He knew that story so well is was almost as if he'd actually been there. "She may have a point."

 

As expected, Dylan shook his head. "I can't."

In the past he would have let the subject drop, but a part of him knew in the end, silence wouldn't help Dylan. Kaleb decided to push the issue. "Why? Do you somehow blame him for it?"

Dylan paused, as if turning the question over in his head and trying to come up with the proper response. Finally he said, "As shitty as it sounds, for a while I did blame him. I thought that he'd gotten off easy with just being kicked out and disowned."

"Instead of taking a beating like you did?" Kaleb's voice caught a bit on those words. Just the thought of Dylan being hurt made his gut twist in pain.

 

"Yeah, I felt like maybe Lucas should have been there to protect me. Or at the very least, take half of those kicks and punches since Dad was pissed that he had two gay sons."

 

"There's nothing selfish about that, babe. I don't think even Lucas could blame you for having those feelings." Kaleb pressed another kiss to Dylan's temple.

 

"That's not why I won't tell him now though."

Kaleb didn't push this time, realizing that since Dylan had started to share, he'd eventually reveal the answer on his own. Sure enough after a few seconds, Dylan plunged ahead, "I know that Lucas will blame himself for the whole incident and I don't want him to do that. He's already done enough by taking me in when I first came to Flint and helping me get a job that I don't want to add this too."

"I don't think Lucas would agree with you. He'd want to know about it even if it came with a heavy dose of guilt."

 

Dylan shook his head. "No, I can't do that to him. His relationship with my parents is already a mess as it is. I don't want to add my baggage to it."

Kaleb's mouth opened in shock. "After what they did to you, they don't deserve to have any kind of relationship with you or Lucas. As far as I'm concerned, your mother is just as guilty as your father for standing by and not saying anything when he beat you."

"That's not true, she did say something.
Damn it, Dylan, how am I going to get all that blood out of my carpets. You just have to ruin everything.
"

The monotone way he recited it, let Kaleb know that he was repeating it word for word. "Fuck her. If you want, I'll go over there and piss over all the rugs, just for good measure," Kaleb declared vehemently.

Dylan gave a soft chuckle before he turned so they were facing each other. It made for a bit of awkwardness since the space was so confined, but Dylan was short enough to make it somewhat work.

"Nah, I'd rather you just stay here and fuck me instead," Dylan said before he tilted his head up for a kiss.

 

Chapter Three

It always felt so right when he kissed Kaleb and this time was no different. Dylan slipped his tongue inside Kaleb's mouth, savoring the velvet slide. At the same time, he undulated his hips, eager to relieve some of the pressure on his cock.

"Fucking sounds like the perfect plan, but let's get you cleaned up first. You still have half of St. Michael's holiday decorations in your hair," Kaleb said.

Dylan reluctantly went along. He soon saw the beauty of the plan when Kaleb took it upon himself to do all of the washing. He started with Dylan's hair. Kaleb's fingers massaged his scalp so expertly that Dylan let out a happy moan as his eyelids fluttered closed. "You're good at that," he complimented.

"Really? Maybe I should give up my career as a firefighter and become the shampoo girl at our hair salon," Kaleb replied, squeezing a generous dollop of liquid soap of a bath poof.

 

"I wouldn't go that far." Dylan laughed.

He slowly soaped Dylan up, his fingers following the path of the poof. When he got to the more intimate areas of Dylan's body, Kaleb didn't hold anything back. He even went so far as to thrust his fingers up Dylan's ass a few times, stretching him for the fucking that was

coming.

 

"Are we going to do it in here?" Dylan asked as he threw his head back, pleasure ripping through his body when Kaleb's fingers pegged his sweat spot.

 

"I think we'd probably make a pretty big mess. Why don't we take this to the bedroom?"

 

"Okay, but hurry. I want your cock inside me."

They jumped out and barely dried off before going to the bedroom. Dylan crawled onto his stomach and hugged a pillow to his chest. When Kaleb reached into the drawer for supplies, Dylan said, "Just grab the lube. We don't need a condom."

Kaleb paused, hand halfway to the nightstand, a look of utter shock on his face. Not that Dylan blamed him. They'd talked of bare backing before, even going so far as getting tested, but they'd yet to take the next step by actually doing it.

"Are you sure?" Kaleb asked in a soft voice, his eyes darkening with emotion.

 

Dylan nodded. "I love and trust you."

That meant a lot coming from Dylan, not only because trust didn't come easy for him, but because of his career in the medical field, he'd seen firsthand all the horrors of STD's. Still, he knew Kaleb returned his love and that was enough for him. Kaleb leaned over and placed a kiss on Dylan's shoulder. "You'll never have a reason to regret this."

Since Kaleb had already stretched Dylan earlier, it was just a matter of slicking things up. Dylan moaned as Kaleb thrust into him, the pure skin-on-skin contact making his eyes roll back into his head.

"You feel like fucking nirvana," Kaleb praised.

 

Dylan laughed. "Did you just actually say
nirvana
?

Have you been reading poetry again?" He gasped when Kaleb grabbed him by the hips and lifted so the thrusts went deeper. Dylan clawed his fingers into the sheets. "Okay, then I guess we can go with nirvana."
"I should have that word tattooed on your ass," Kaleb kidded as he started to pound into

Dylan.

 

"Yeah, because that wouldn't be tacky at all," Dylan retorted.

After that, his conversation became limited to little moans that were punctuated by Kaleb's thrusts. Both because he knew Kaleb loved it when he made that noise and because Dylan really was feeling it. He didn't know if it was because of the intimate conversation they'd just shared or the fact that for the first time there wasn't a latex barrier between them. All he felt certain of was that it had never been this good.

Then Kaleb changed the position of his strokes slightly and the pleasure reached a new height. Dylan let out a soft cry of passion as he clumsily grabbed his own cock. It took only two passes before he shot off, ruining their once-clean sheets.

Kaleb moaned before he came, hot waves of semen filling the inside of Dylan's ass. Although he'd just had his own orgasm, Dylan moaned at the sheer pleasure of feeling, for the first time, the wash of his man's cum. Once again, Kaleb had been his first and last for something because Dylan knew that there would never be another who could take the fireman's place in his life.

"That was amazing," Kaleb declared once they both recovered.

 

"Does that mean you're going to sacrifice and sleep on the wet spot?" Dylan retorted as he glanced over his

 

shoulder at Kaleb.

 

"How about I just spoon you and we use the clean side of the bed?" Kaleb suggested.

Since Dylan was exhausted, that sounded agreeable. Kaleb rolled to his side, pulled Dylan to his chest, then pulled the covers over them. Dylan snuggled in before looking out the window at the falling snow. He felt warm, protected, satisfied and damn lucky to have Kaleb.

"Thanks," he whispered as he toyed with Kaleb's fingers.

 

"For giving you the fucking of your life?" There was no mistaking the smug tone in Kaleb's voice.

"That and for making my crappy day so much better. I've almost forgot that I made a klutzy ass out of myself, yet again and that I was attacked by girly bits." Dylan gave an exaggerated shudder.

"I'll always be here for you," Kaleb promised.

 

"I know and that makes me feel better more than anything." "Do you want me to go fix you some dinner? You just got off a twelve hour shift so you must be starved," Kaleb offered.

 

"No, thanks. I'd rather stay here and have you hold me."

 

So that's what Kaleb did. As Dylan drifted off to sleep, he once again thought to himself that he had to be the luckiest man in Michigan.

The sound of rude, intrusive knocking roused Dylan several hours later. He opened his eyes, blinking against the harsh rays of sun seeping in the windows as he sat up. When Kaleb moved to roll out of bed, Dylan stayed him with a hand to the shoulder. "I'll answer it. You get some more sleep."

Kaleb mumbled something that must have been an agreement because he flopped back down, then went back to sleep. The knocking continued, somehow managing to grow louder. Worried the neighbors would get pissed at all the commotion, Dylan hastily threw on a pair of sweats and a St. Michael's Relay Race t-shirt and hurried to the door.

"I swear to God, Matt, if it's you trying to get me to go jogging with your again, I'm going to feed you your own damn running shoes," Dylan threatened as he pulled the door opened.

The scowl fell off his face when he found himself facing his younger sister, Becca, instead of a smartass blond medic. She gave him a small wave before nervously tucking a long, lock of her dark hair behind her ear. For a moment, Dylan didn't say anything, too shocked by her presence and then by her piss-poor condition. Even though it had to be around fifteen degrees outside, she wore only a thin pink windbreaker and jeans. There were large bags under her large, blue eyes and her face looked too damn pale.

"Becca, what are you doing here?" he asked, finally digging up his voice.

 

She let out a sound of disgust as she brushed past him, flouncing into the apartment. "Is that all you have to say to me?"

 

Dylan scratched his head as he shut the door. "At the moment that's all that comes to mind except maybe do Mom and Dad know you're here?"

 

"No, they kicked me out, just like they did to you and Lucas," she declared as she practically threw

 

herself down on his couch.

 

He sighed, remembering how Becca always tended to lean more toward the dramatic side. "Why? Are you gay, too?"

 

The question came out tinged with sarcasm and tiny amount of bitterness, so he wasn't too surprised when he got a filthy look in return. "No, they found out I was dating a Catholic boy."

 

"Oh, now-now, don't you know that Baptists and Catholics aren't supposed to mix? At least that's the law according to Dad."

Dylan went into the kitchen to make a pot of coffee. After a few seconds, Becca came in and joined him. She leaned against a counter and crossed her arms over her chest. "Dad isn't the smartest guy out there. Plus, his beliefs are so outdated."

"You're just now figuring this out?" Dylan arched a brow at her.

 

"No, I knew that the night he used your brains as a soccer ball. I've hated him ever since then."

Dylan recalled how, during his beating, he'd been dimly aware of someone sobbing from another room. He should have realized it'd been her. While there was three years difference in their age, they'd always been extremely close.

"I wanted to contact you after you left, but I was too afraid of him," she confessed in a small voice.

 

He put an arm around her and brought her in for a tight embrace, frowning when he noted how chilled she felt. "How did you manage to find me?"

 

"Saddie has always kept track of where you and Lucas were. So when Dad tossed me out, I took the first bus here." She burrowed her face into his chest, just

 

like she used to do when they were kids.

"You should have called me. I would have driven out to get you." He dashed to the living room, grabbed a blanket from the couch and went back to the kitchen. He wrapped the quilt around her shoulders, then ushered her to the table. "Sit down and I'll make some breakfast. Do you still like your eggs scrambled?"

She nodded, a soft smile playing on her lips. "You always take such good care of me."

 

"Of course I do. You're my baby sister." Dylan paused in his cooking long enough to give her a quick kiss on the top of her head.

While he knew it was a bit selfish, a small bit of excitement went through him because he finally got to see her again. Ever since she'd come home as an infant, it had been Dylan who'd watched out for her and taken care of her needs. The doting smiles and devotion he'd earned in return had made all his efforts worth it, too. Some of the other siblings had often accused him of spoiling her, but that wasn't the case. They just understood each other better than anyone else.

Tears pooled up in her eyes. "I don't know what I'm going to do, Dylan. I have no place to go, no clothes or any money. I don't even have a change of underwear."

 

He rushed over to give her another hug. "Don't you worry about any of those things, sweetie. Lucas and I will buy you whatever you need."

 

She sniffed. "But where am I going to live?"

 

"Let me talk to Kaleb. I'm sure he won't mind if you stay with us for a while." At least Dylan hoped he didn't.

He didn't see any other option. It's not like he could leave his sister living on the streets. Flint was one of the most dangerous cities in the Nation. Someone as sweet and innocent as Becca would never survive a day out there.

She piped up some. "Who's Kaleb?"

 

"He's my boyfriend. You're going to really like him."

 

"Where is he?" she demanded, darting a look around the kitchen as if she expected him to pop out from the cupboards or something.