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followed Dylan to the desk.
Aren t you getting tired of excuses, Josh?
It s not like I could arrange a fire while you were busy making out with Ben.
Dylan grinned.
What?
I love a jealous man.
I m not jealous.
Sure you re not.
While Dylan retrieved his message from the receptionist, Josh called in his page.
The Loft District, Dylan said when Josh hung up.
Looks like your theory was right, Josh agreed.
I think we ve moved past theory now.
So what do we do now?
There s not much we can do. Wait until morning, see what turns up, hope this
fucker slips up.
Josh rubbed his face, suddenly tired. God, there are days I wish I d stayed on the
truck where I belong.
If you really thought that, you never would have left. After a moment, Dylan said,
Now that you ve had time to reconsider, am I going to be return to my room alone
tonight?
Josh felt like a jerk. I m sorry. I just& I m not a cocktease, I swear, it s just
Don t worry about it. I know what s going on. You re head s in the fire, not with
me, which would kind of defeat the purpose of anything I had planned.
I m sorry, he apologized again.
You have nothing to be sorry about, so long as you make it up to me& later.
Tomorrow. After& work. It felt daring even to suggest it.
I m holding you to that.
With a smile, Dylan walked off towards the elevators.
For one brief moment Josh considered following him. Instead, he turned to the exit
and headed out to hail a cab.
The cab ride gave him too much time to think. About Dylan, about the arsonist,
about the guys on the scene until all of it was whirling and twisting up in his brain.
Finally he gave up and leaned forward to the cab driver. I changed my mind. Take me to
Eleventh and Callowhill.
The driver glared at him in the rearview mirror. Whatever you say, buddy.
It took another ten minutes to twist back through the city, but Josh could see the
flames still burning hotly when the cab finally pulled up. He paid the fare plus a large tip
before getting out, gaze never leaving the fire. On the sidewalk, he breathed in deep,
sucking the smell of old wood and water and ash into his lungs, letting it ground him.
This made sense to him. Fire he understood, as fickle as it was.
He could see people moving around, shadows against the brighter illumination of the
fire. Most of the action was around the corner, so that was where the crowd had gathered,
but he could see one lone, familiar figure out of the way of the masses, silhouetted by the
blazing inferno licking through the building. Josh went to join him.
Dylan barely acknowledged Josh s presence, those mobile eyes of his flicking over
before returning to reading the fire.
For his part, Josh watched the response teams, two ladders, two engines, and a
service truck with their assigned men swarming in and out, each performing their
functions with practiced tension, sure of what they were doing but not of what the fire
would throw at them.
Dylan breathed out a low, soft moan, catching Josh s attention.
This is turning you on! he charged incredulously.
Dylan raised an eyebrow, half-looking over at him. It s not turning you on?
Of course not! Those guys are putting their lives on the line in there and you re
getting off on it.
He had Dylan s undivided attention now. Don t lie to yourself, Brooks. It gets to
you as much as it does me.
You don t know
Dylan reached out and cupped the front of Josh s jeans, thumb running along the
hard ridge of his erection. You do, Josh. You love the fire as much as I do. His voice
was low and seductive as he stepped close enough to hide what he was doing, bringing
their faces together. When you break down the doors, open the roof, find your way
through the smoke-choked halls, you re back in the arms of your favorite lover, and you
can t wait to see how it will climax each time. He stepped even closer, their bodies
touching. I m the foreplay, starting it, arousing it, building it until it can t be stopped.
But you, Josh, you re the orgasm, penetration and satisfaction. We both need the fire,
don t think for a minute you don t.
At the moment all Josh could think about was how much he needed Dylan. The hard
press of their bodies, the rough innuendo of his words were enough to overwhelm his
restraint, and he forced his hand between them to cup Dylan through his trousers. Dylan s
eyes widened, then narrowed as he shoved Josh back against the silent building behind
them, crushing his mouth to Josh s when Josh pulled his head down in eager response.
This was what had been missing. Josh had been careful to keep his professional and
personal lives very separate. At first it was so as not to tip off his family. After he came
out, he kept to the rule out of respect for his colleagues. But he had been missing out. To
have someone get this about him, what the fire did to him, how it made him feel&
Josh pushed Dylan away just enough to reverse their positions, swallowing Dylan s
hungry groan as he slammed him against the brickwork.
Grabbing Josh s hips, Dylan pulled him closer to grind their cocks together, the
interference of fabric only adding to the glorious friction. Josh met each motion with
equal force until they were simulating fucking there against the wall where anyone could
see them, mouths fighting, hands clutching, bodies desperate for satisfaction.
Dylan drew back to grin fiercely. If I d know this was all it took, I d have started
the damn fire myself.
It was a suggestion that should have repulsed him, but Josh found it appealed all too
much. To watch an artist in action, to he kissed Dylan with an aggression that took him
by surprise. We can t do this here, he said, but made no move to stop.
We can and we are, Dylan growled, working open Josh s pants to slip a hand
inside.
Josh bucked into the warm, sure grasp as Dylan took hold, burying his face in the
curve of Dylan s neck. Determined not to be outdone even as he was completely losing
control, he shoved his own hand roughly into Dylan s slacks to find his cock hard and
responsive.
Dylan chuckled breathlessly. At least open my pants so you can get a decent angle.
Rather than wait for Josh, he did it himself, head falling back against the wall as Josh
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