Who: Brad and Ian When: Tuesday, Sept 12, midday Where: Fire Station Warning: NSFW (this is Brad, when is it not) Status: Complete
Tuesday was turning into a nice day, the sun was shining and for Maine in September it was relatively warm. Brad had spent most of the morning unpacking boxes and finding places for things, including his extensive wardrobe, though he’d have to go shopping for sweatshirts and warmer items for the winter, the New England was polar opposites to the deserts of Vegas. Once the new mattress and couch had been delivered and positioned Brad put a box of clothing for the thrift store into the back of his car and dropped them off on his way home from the gym.
After his workout he had a quick shower and changed into jeans and a blue shirt for the rest of the day. Brad was going to drive back to his new home and just relax and chill out when he remembered Ian’s offer on Sunday of a tour around the refurbished fire station, turning down the street Brad parked across the road and got out. He saw the now familiar car (it had to be Ian’s, it was parked outside his place on Sunday night) and knew that his neighbor was working. Pressing the remote to lock the doors he walked across the road, seeing an engine partly out of the building but no signs of the handsome, brown haired fireman.
Ian didn’t mind washing the red, large fire truck. He’d washed enough tiny ones in the tub as a child to have an appreciation for the task. It wasn’t burdensome - in fact he enjoyed it, and took pride in it.
That was what he was doing on that Tuesday afternoon, hosing down the side of the engine. The red paint gleamed in the sunlight. Speck barked happily and wagged his tail from his spot upstairs where the overnight rooms were located. The head of the dog was peering through the hole in the roof that lead to the fire pole.
Humming softly, Ian sprayed the truck. Setting the hose down he picked up a sponge and squeezed it, getting a hand full of bubbles.
He’d taken his shirt off earlier to avoid getting it soaked from the task - soapy water and a hose could be tricky and he didn’t feel like drying his shirt in the event of an emergency.
So caught up in his task Ian didn’t see the familiar man approaching.
He didn’t want to call out, someone could be resting and he didn’t want to wake up them up. He was glancing around at the equipment that was around the station, Brad was last here on some excursion while he was still in elementary school and things had changed a lot in what must be twenty years.
He glanced into one of the rooms but no one was inside, it was then that he noticed the ground around the engine was wet with water and some bubbles so someone was around the other side washing.
“Ian, that you doll?” He said as he walked around the front of the engine, his eyes immediately coming across the sight of Ian - shirtless, mouth was agape as he took in the sight of that torso he had felt under the shirt forty eight hours beforehand, damn it if he wasn’t enjoying the view, his body responded instantly, the jeans instantly too tight as he cock strained against the fabric.
He soaked the machine in soap suds, sliding the sponge around on the paint. After another moment of scrubbing Ian dropped the soapy sponge into a bucket on the floor next to his feet and he picked the hose up again. The hose sprayed at the engine and small beads of water coated Ian’s exposed skin, moistening those chiseled muscles, wetting his hair.
At the familiar voice Ian snapped out of his trance, ceased humming, and turned slightly in the direction the call had come from. He noticed Brad standing there, jaw agape. Ian’s eyebrows lifted. “What? You’ve never seen a guy washing a fire truck before?” He teased.
Ian sat the hose down into the bucket and then turned to face his new friend, offering Brad his full attention. “In the neighborhood?”
He stood there, eyes fixed on the brunette’s damp skin and wet hair, it was much better than what he had felt underhand. Shifting a bit to try and get the pressure off his groin Brad realized that Ian was talking to him and the words sunk in.
“Uh… not like this.” He licked his lips unconsciously as his gaze shifted down slowly, taking in the sight of every muscle moving and the foam on the skin.
He took a few steps closer to Ian, discretely trying to adjust himself as he did so but it was pretty obvious of the affect the other man had on him. “Yeah… you did say I could drop in for a tour.”
Oh the effect he was having on Brad was obvious. Lucky for them they were the only ones at the station presently. Not that Ian was particularly shy about not wearing a shirt (he didn’t wear clothes unless he had to) around the station but Brad had caught him at a very rare moment where he was able to be a bit more free.
He offered Brad a kind smile. “Yeah, cool. Let me turn the water off and I’ll show you around.” It took only a few moments to get the hose into the off position, he was almost finished anyway with the engine and it wouldn’t take long to get started again where he’d left off.
Ian grabbed a towel and dried off what moisture was there, before picking up his shirt he’d left to hang nearby. “So this is the engine bay,” he started, waving around at the room. “Over there is the office, we’ve got lockers with our fire equipment, a break room and the dispatch place.”
He did some pointing. “Upstairs is the lounge, the kitchen, bedrooms for overnight use…”
Speck barked, the sound echoing off of the cement floors. Ian winced. “And a fleabag.”
Brad nodded, watching Ian turn the hose off and towel the moisture from his skin. “Yeah, that’d be good.” His eyes still looking at the muscles move under the skin.
When Ian started the tour, telling him where things were Brad was only half listening as the man waved and pointed at things, though the word ‘bedroom’ got his attention. “Bedrooms?” His mind went instantly to dirty thoughts of what the two of them could do in a private room.
When the dog barked he looked up and smiled. “Hey fleabag.”
“Uh huh, you know...to sleep in..” He laughed. “Showers, a bathroom, places to sit. It’s like an apartment, sort of.” They didn’t do a lot of overnight stays but when it was his turn Ian felt the place was comfortable enough.
“Wanna see it?” What harm could come from a peek? Wasn’t like there was anyone else there to be for or against.
Waving at Brad to follow, Ian turned and took him upstairs. Before they’d reached the second floor Ian had managed to put his shirt back on for modesty purposes. He was at work, after all, and not alone anymore.
“See? It’s not so bad.” Speck came dashing over, tail wagging.
Brad followed behind Ian, eyeing the man’s ass as they walked up the stairs to the second floor, the movement causing his jeans to rub his erection even more, he couldn’t help it when a soft moan escaped his lips at the feeling of cotton against his bare cock as he had gone commando after the gym..
“Yeah, show me.” He said at the offer of seeing the apartment, the desire to push Ian against the nearest wall didn’t wane as the man put his shirt back on, in fact it might have turned him on a bit more, to strip that shirt off to get to those toned muscles underneath. Brad reached down to pet the dog as it came up to them, though his eyes never left Ian’s form.
He heard that soft noise, that not-so-subtle moan as they ascended the stairs. It was interesting to say the least, curious. He didn’t know why, at this point in his life, he had access to all of the physical temptations he could ever want. Why had it taken so long to find him?
Speck sniffed Brad. He knew the guy from Sunday and was familiar with the scent. The dog trotted away as quickly as he'd come and Ian smiled. “He likes you,” Ian managed. The fireman shifted to the side, near the wall by the door and waited. “You wouldn't think a fire station would be as nice but it totally is.”
Brad had lived around temptation for years, working with so many gorgeous and sexy people not only in Vegas but also in New York over the years, though what he had seen so far of the Point Pleasant locals over the past few days were up to par with those in the cities. He took his eyes off Ian to look down at the dog for a moment. “He’s got good taste.” He said, smirking over at the fireman.
Seeing Ian standing there was so tempting, a temptation that he just couldn’t resist. “It’s much nicer than it used to be.” He said, closing the distance between the two of them he pushed Ian against the wall, pressing their bodies together as he kissed the man hard.
He’d not been expecting that. The push, the kiss, neither of those actions. His eyes widened and his body stiffened but once he realized what was happening he relaxed.
Ian returned the kiss, eyes closing. He’d seen Brad’s predicament earlier, why was this a surprise?
His arms slid around Brad, a silent invitation to not stop.
When Ian’s arms slipped around him Brad and returned the kiss it was a clear indication that the other man didn’t mind his swift actions in the least. How could Ian not know how handsome and tempting he was?
Pressing his hips forward he groaned loudly as he deepened the kiss and let the other man feel just what he was doing to Brad, how hard he was. It had been ages since he was turned on so quickly at the sight of wet and half naked fireman and he wasn’t going to waste this.
As that bulge connected with his body Ian found himself in a predicament. His own cock was growing hard, Brad was gorgeous and didn’t have to give Ian a second look but he had. And Ian adored it.
Ian’s fingers gripped at Brad’s blue shirt, holding it, before they dived beneath the hem. “Mm,” he managed into the kiss.
The feeling of Ian’s slightly cooler hands against his skin made him feel hotter and more aroused. He would give Ian more than the time of day, it had been decades but this man knew the Brad that no one, save those in this town knew, remembered him as the smart kid and not some pretty air-headed guy.
He pulled his hips back a bit to move his hands down between their bodies, fingers opening the fly of Ian’s jeans before doing his own. Breaking the kiss he opened his eyes. “God… Ian. You really are hiding an Adonis body, made me hard the instant I saw you.” He said as his hands went back to the open front of Ian’s jeans, pausing to see if the other man objected to Brad’s actions, he wanted to feel that hot flesh against his own.
Brad’s skin was hot underneath his hands. They stilled in the small of Brad’s back before they descended to cup the man’s nice, sculpted ass. God he was hot.
That scramble at the front of his jeans had him pausing. He looked down at Brad’s busy hands and then back up at the man in question. “I could say the same about you. Why’d you stop?”
“It’s called consent sugar, I don’t want to do anything you don’t want to.” Brad said softly, his hand still resting on the bulge in Ian’s underwear, he wouldn’t rush the man and would do anything, completely out of character as he usually just cared about himself.
He was so turned on that his own cock had started leaking, hard and dark as it stood up in the open V of his jeans. Brad had felt Ian’s cock on Sunday but as yet hadn’t got a good look at it. “You can always tell me if I’m going too far.”
“I’ll tell you if I want you to stop,” he moaned. It was a silent begging, that contact was heavenly.
He wasn’t usually so forthcoming but Brad..well, his experience in this situation was slight.
“Yes boss.” Brad whispered, lifting the band of Ian’s underwear up and over the other man’s cock, letting the elastic snap back under his balls. He pulled back and looked down at them both, their erections close to each other, Ian was gorgeous all over, he had seen enough of them over the years that he knew what he did and didn’t like and, well, he definitely liked what he saw.
Bringing his hand up he spat on it, pressing his hips forward until their cocks were together before wrapping his hand around both of them, moaning loudly at the feeling as he squeezed them gently.
He released a breath.
Ian had never imagined anyone like Brad walking into his life. He didn’t have as much experience with things that the other man did - was there such a thing as sexual experience? Did that matter? If it did he was on the lower end of that bill.
His blue eyes turned down to look at that cock, their cocks, and that hand. “Mm, Brad,” he managed. The warmth of Brad’s dick against his wasn't lost on him, it felt so good. Where he became so bold he didn’t know but he wasn’t protesting.
If there was a thing as levels of sexual experience Brad would be a master at it, he loved it and craved that feeling of making someone else climax, it was like his drug. And he would be more than willing to school Ian in the pleasures that he didn’t know existed.
Moving his hand slowly up and down their lengths he gasped softly, the feeling of them together was great, he had done this before but this felt so much better, knowing that Ian hadn’t done anything like this before, that nearly everything about this was new to the brunette sent a shiver down his spine. “Feels so good, doesn’t it?” He could feel the ball of his PA rubbing under the head of Ian’s cock, wondering if it felt as good to the other man as it did for himself.
He didn’t know how to react, he’d never felt like this before. The way their cocks moved together, skin against skin, was driving him crazy. “Yes,” he gasped.
There was something else, something he didn’t know because of lack of experience. That cool metallic feeling...it made him shudder.
His hand wasn’t as slick as he would’ve liked due to the lack of lubricant but the spit and precome he was leaking was enough to ease the movement of his hand. Brad squeezed the heads of their cocks together, his thumb brushing over Ian’s slit as the other man shuddered, enjoying the sensations of skin rubbing against skin and how when he squeezed them a bit of the barbell stuck out further and pressed firmer into Ian’s flesh.
He captured Ian’s lips in another passionate kiss, hand still moving in a pace that seemed good for the both of them as his tongue lapped, wanting the other man to open his mouth to deepen the kiss.
It didn’t matter how lubricated Brad’s grip was - the job was getting done and Ian wasn’t complaining. In fact he was hooked and now that the initiation had begun he was in it until the last drop of come trickled from that slit. He’d not noticed the barbell and was too caught up in Brad to acknowledge the oddness.
At the kiss he groaned loudly. His lips parted at Brad’s beckoning and he drowned willingly in that kiss, their tongues lapping eagerly at the other.
Having climaxed twice already that day Brad knew he wouldn’t be able to last as long as he could if he was still fresh, the sensations of them rubbing together was just too good, he just hoped that he could last long enough to get Ian off.
His hand worked faster, groaning a reply into the kiss as his free hand reached down, grabbing at Ian’s denim clad ass and pulling the other man closer with each forward movement of his hips, thrusting their cocks together in the circle of his hand.
Honestly he’d never come as hard in his life as he did when Brad was at the helm of this crazy, sexual ship. The orgasms were overwhelming, but perfect and Ian craved them.
He was close now, so close and as the pumping continued he found himself reaching that edge fairly quickly. “Brad,” he groaned, thrusting forward against Brad’s hand and cock.
After a few moments more he was exploding.
Brad could tell Ian was getting close, his hand had gotten slicker with the precome they were both producing and the short, panting breaths into the kiss until they both pulled back for air. Resting his forehead against Ian's Brad continued working them, eyes opening to watch the other man as he climaxed.
And what a climax! Brad felt it as Ian started, felt the throb as the man's body started to expel the white semen and the other pulses that followed, his hand working the brunette through it as he chased his own pleasure. He saw Ian's face contort as the building pleasure finally hit it's peak.
A few quick jerks later and Brad followed, there wasn't as much and more dribbled than shot but it felt better than anything else that day. He stood there panting, hand still wrapped around their spent members that would soon start to soften. “Ian…” He breathed, his lips sliding into a wide grin.
Ian’s face contorted with pleasure as the muscles in his body tightened with his release. He gasped and his eyes locked onto Brad’s. A hand pressed against Brad’s chest, pads of his fingers brushing tenderly across the expanse of that blue shirt.
“Well you sure know how to make someone’s day better,” he said with a laugh. Leaning forward he connected their mouths again, sweetly
He was going to make some comment but it was forgotten when Ian's lips connected with his in a sweet kiss, Brad instantly returned it, not moving his hand that held their now softening members together nor did he want to move, more than content to let Ian bask in the glow, it always felt so much better with someone than it did alone.
And Ian looked beautiful when he came, a spark of pride in his chest at the fact.that it was him, his actions had brought Ian pleasure. He was so used to using his mouth or body to bring another guy to climax, to give them pleasure that the whole idea of taking things at a slightly slower pace was different and somewhat exciting.
Why rush something so beautiful and perfect? This was something that didn’t happen often for Ian and he wanted to savor it as much as possible while it was there. That, and Brad deserved to get the most out of their time together, too.
His eyes fluttered closed. He savored Brad’s touch, the feeling of his touch. His own fingers slipped to Brad’s hips and he basked in the presence.
Finally his eyes opened and he looked up at the other man, “You doing something later?”
There was no rush, as long as someone didn't show up or the fire alarm rang Brad was happy to stay there for as long as Ian wanted, though maybe next time they'd do this near a chair or couch, somewhere comfortable that took the pressure off their shaky legs.
“Later? My dance card is empty, doll. I'm all yours.” A hint of a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Why? Got something planned?” He asked, wanting to know what Ian had in mind for ‘later’.
“Oh not really,” Ian replied. “I just wanted to see if maybe you’d wanna get some food or something.” He hadn’t had anything particular in mind, at least not in a sexual way. He didn’t think that way, he didn’t have expectations like those from people. Maybe he was old-fashioned but he had a lot of respect for his friends.
He was going to have to get back to work eventually and he figured Brad didn’t want to hang around a boring fire station the rest of the day.
“Food is always good.” Brad said with a smile, after the previous hour he'd be needing the energy, especially if something was to happen later, he didn't expect it to but if something did, at least he'd be prepared.
Brad didn't really have plans for the afternoon but if he did hang around the station he'd not only distract himself but also Ian and they might end up right back to their current situation.
“Cool. We can meet up somewhere later? Or go somewhere nearby if you’d prefer.” There were other towns surrounding Point Pleasant, they didn’t have to just eat in the city limits. “I won’t be here much longer.”
It’d give Brad time to get home and freshen up if he wanted to, or do whatever else he’d had planned for the day.
“Drop in when you get home, there's this steakhouse just down the road from my work that looks promising.” Also eating out would reduce the temptation that was Ian, or delay it at least.
It was at this moment that Brad looked down at his shirt and noticed where Ian's come had hit the material. “Can't go out looking like this.” Well they could but it wasn't a good look.
He nodded, “Okay, that sounds good.” Steak was always good to eat. He preferred to cook it himself but the idea of taking Brad out somewhere was exciting.
Glancing down at the stain on Brad’s shirt, Ian winced. “I have an extra shirt downstairs you can borrow if you want.” He could just get it back later.
Steak was always a safe option, Brad was glad that Ian's diet was so similar to his own, they could avoid places that served fatty or carb laden foods and not have to work out extra hard to burn those calories off. He also was trying not to think of it as a date, just two guys going out to dinner together, which was the definition of a date.
“I'm going straight home, I'll put it in to soak.” Brad smiled at the offer, though if the shirt had Ian's scent on it that would be just as distracting.
He nodded. “Okay, well if you say so.” Ian took a satisfied breath and began to break away from Brad. His mind was clouded and the further away he could get from the bombshell the better he’d be able to think.
“So, I’ll see you later then. I’ll come pick you up and you can show me where this steak place is.”
When Ian started to break away Brad released his grip on the other man, he liked the contact but Ian had to work. Tucking the other man back into his underwear and jeans Brad then did the same to himself.
“See you in a few hours, doll.” He gave Ian a quick peck on the cheek before stepping around the man and making his way down the stairs, a spring in his step.
Ian nodded. Breathlessly he smiled, “Yeah, see you later.”
When Brad was gone Ian could finally manage a clear thought. It didn’t help that he could still taste Brad on his lips and tongue but that would pass, too.
Making his way downstairs with his mind set on finishing his task, Ian went back to work.