Warnings: strong sexual content, some strong language, brief mentions of homophobia

Johnny picked up his head, having been nudged by Chet. This was the fourth time in thirty minutes he'd done this, and frankly, Johnny was getting a little annoyed. I have logs to finish! Real work! And all he's doin' is the crossword and buggin' the shit outta me! He turned his exasperated gaze on Chet, ready to smack him if he asked one more question about the damn crossword. Instead, Chet just directed him with his pencil, pointing toward the two men at the sink. Johnny followed his line of sight.

Marco and Mike were carefully doing the dishes, Mike washing and Marco drying. Now, Johnny liked to think he was an observant paramedic on the job. There'd been a number of times where he noticed something no one else did at a scene, either hearing a victim or seeing movement at a critical moment. That was while he was working, however. When Johnny wasn't on the clock, even he had to admit he was more than a little oblivious about people.

That's not to say he was stupid, far from it. Johnny was smart. He was a paramedic, after all, he had had to be, but sometimes he just didn't get it. Chet in particular enjoyed taking advantage of his being somewhat gullible… and a little naïve… and oblivious. So I don't always pick up on when a chick's flirtin' with me… hardly makes me stupid… Johnny usually took the digs at his powers of observation in stride, knowing that without the urgency of a call, he wasn't really good at picking up on things socially. Marco and Mike had been posing a particular problem to him for some time.

From the beginning, Chet had been convinced the two men were in love, which made Johnny pretty uncomfortable at first. He grew up on a ranch in Oklahoma, and being gay was not something a person wanted to be accused of. He'd seen what happens to 'nasty 'lil fags' who tried to live out there. Rural California was not much better, but as a teen, Johnny just accepted it as a fact of life. While he was raised to believe being gay wasn't the worst thing a man could be, his friends and friends' families had other notions, and he looked back on his bullying behavior in shame now, particularly during his early days in the department. Being in a city like LA was helping him, though.

In LA, the people were just so different from each other. The city had so many different types of people in it, had myriad races and sexualities and lifestyles and experiences to learn from, and being in the fire department, he got to learn from them plenty. They've done rescues in churches and synagogues and mosques and gay bars and strip clubs and just about everywhere. It was where the job took them, and Johnny was always ready to do his job. It was paradoxical, almost. The work environment was typically homophobic, but in the work he did, he took care of people no matter what, without care to what they did in their private lives except where it concerned their medical history.

Chet nudged him again, wanting his attention. The blue eyes were wide, his eyebrows raised. Johnny muttered, "Quit it," but continued to look at Marco and Mike for a moment. If they were talking to each other, Johnny couldn't hear, though they were standing close enough that the quietest of whispers would work between them. More often than not, the two men didn't need to speak to each other at all. They stood together at the sink, almost touching sides, brushing against each other every so often.

Johnny returned to his logbook. He supposed Chet had a point. Maybe they are in love… makes about as much sense as anything else. The idea hardly bothered him anymore, if at all. Chet said once he thought they were soulmates. I think I'm beginning to agree. Chet tapped his pencil on the table in front of Johnny, asking, "Hey, Gage, what's a four-letter word for 'Buffalo water'-? Ow!"

He swatted at Chet, smacking him hard in the arm. Marco and Mike laughed over at the sink.

"Kelly, I told ya to quit!" Johnny exclaimed, "I said- I told ya I been tryin' to finish these logs, and I can't do that if you keep on buggin' me about the damn crossword! Go ask Boot to help ya!"

"I already tried that. He's no good at the crossword. He likes the word scramble better."

There was a loud snort from the direction of the sink. Johnny opened up his mouth to retaliate when the tones dropped for a child trapped.

xXxXx

"Do you even believe that last call?" Marco groused, "Child trapped… kids today are so stupid…"

"How the hell did he even get his foot stuck in the toilet?" Mike asked.

"Why was the kid even in the toilet to begin with?" Cap piped up, "Never in all my years…"

Cap threw his hands up and went grumbling into the office. Mike just shook his head. Kids end up in the damndest situations anymore. We've been on more stupid rescues… He and Marco didn't even fit in the small apartment bathroom, instead waited out by the engine. Marco had shuffled closer to Mike, watched the apartment building nonchalantly, asked very quietly, "So, what did you wanna do tomorrow, querido?"

"Well… I think the only thing at the top of my to-do list tomorrow is you."

He could feel Marco's smirk.

"You've gotta be careful with what you say in public, Mike."

"Why? Think someone's listenin' in?"

"Yeah, me," he lowered his voice, "Tryin' to get me hot?"

"Definitely. It's my favorite pastime, Fireman Lopez."

Mike usually wasn't so bold while they were on the job, but when he could be sure they were alone, he let himself have a little fun at Marco's expense. He never took it too far, just tried to have a good time. To be fair, Marco was just as guilty. The lineman chuckled quietly, telling Mike, "Y'know, it's pretty interesting, but you're at the top of my to-do list, too."

"Perfect. Sounds to me like plenty'll get done."

Back at the station, everyone turned in for lights out, and Mike did his very best not to dream of the next day. Getting a full night's sleep actually didn't help. Got plenty of energy I can use anyway. He tried not to let on, but Marco was too good for that. As soon as they got into Marco's car, Marco's hand found Mike's thigh, stroking and rubbing.

"Tryin' to turn me on, babe?"

"Always. Is it working?"

"Oh, yeah…"

That was certainly not a lie, heat pooling in his groin.

"We gotta be careful, babe. Don't want me walkin' into that apartment building with a hard-on. People might start gettin' a little suspicious of what goes on."

"Very true. Maybe I should stop."

"Not sure I want you to go that far."

Marco laughed softly and pulled his hand away. Excitement swam in Mike's veins. They'd done this before, gotten done work and went straight home for a little fun. The first time they had sex was awkward and slow, a lot of trying to figure out how it was all supposed to work together, but it was wonderful, and so was every time since. They didn't spend all their time off in the sack, but maybe once a week they'd work out their tension. Things could get pretty hot and heavy, especially with Marco in the lead. He had a little more experience in sexual matters, some more confidence, so Mike generally let him take the lead. (If Mike also enjoyed being the bottom, well, that was no one's business but theirs.) Marco wasn't averse to switching things up, though, and Mike was feeling strangely bold today.

Back in their apartment, Mike quickly pushed Marco up against the door, capturing his lips in a rough kiss, pulling a moan from him. He covered the warm body with his own, pressing his groin to Marco's and rolling his hips. Marco moaned again. Mike could feel the blood rushing into his cock, felt it pulsing hot through his veins. He wanted all of Marco, wanted everything he would give him, knowing he'd do the same. He pulled away after a few moments, looking deep into Marco's deep brown eyes, his kiss-bitten lips, his hungry smirk.

"It's all about you, then, querido," Marco told him huskily, "You tell me what you want, and I'll do it for you… but I think I know what you like well enough to get you started, if you want."

"Just want you, babe. You know that."

Marco grinned wickedly and said, "Pick a room, any room in the apartment, and I'll blow you in it."

That alone almost sent Mike over the edge. Holy shit, I think my brain just melted.

"How about-… uh, how about the kitchen?" Mike suggested, "No better place to have somethin' in your mouth, right?"

"Couldn't've said it better myself… Lead the way… tell me how you want me… whatever you want, remember?"

Mike pulled him into the kitchen and backed himself up against the counter, grinning as he captured Marco's lips again, reveling in the wet warmth of his mouth.

"Would you-? I want you naked," Mike told him, "naked and on your knees with your mouth on my cock."

Hope that wasn't too much. I'm not used to taking the lead. Marco smirked, "Whatever Lola wants…" and stepped back, efficiently but seductively stripping himself. Mike's cock gave an interested twitch at the sight of the beautiful, brown, naked body, cock already flushed and erect. His body flooded with warmth as Marco came closer, not quite pressing their bodies together, licking into his mouth deliberately. Mike gripped the silky black hair in one hand, his other reaching down to grab a handful of firm ass, pulling him in so their groins were pressed together. A pair of experienced hands quickly undid Mike's belt and popped the button on his jeans, moving his clothing just enough to free his cock. Marco's fingers wrapped around both erections and pumped slowly. A low groan dropped from Mike's lips. Yeah, that's some good shit right there… but how do I get him where I want him?

He didn't want to be too forceful, didn't want to push his lover around. Seeming to sense his insecurity, Marco whispered, "You can play a little rough with me, if you want to. You let me do it with you. I told you, babe, you tell me what you want, and you'll get it. I can take it. I want it. I want you to feel good, and you started this party. It's all yours."

He always knows just what to say to make it better. Anyway, here goes nothin'… might as well have fun. Mike leaned in and kissed him tenderly, told him, "You're one outta three now… still wanna see you on your knees with that pretty mouth on my cock."

Marco obeyed with a smirk, clearly very pleased with himself. Blood pulsed hot through Mike's veins. He could feel the flush rising from his chest up his neck. Mike locked his eyes with Marco's dark brown, not wanting to miss a thing, held the gaze even as a wave of pleasure rolled up his spine when Marco's tongue darted out to lick the head. Wanna watch every little thing… wanna see him enjoy it, too. Another wave of pleasure hit as Marco took him in his mouth.

"Holy- fuck… love this… love seeing you like this… love your mouth on my dick, babe…"

He watched eagerly as Marco's head bobbed up and down his erection, dark eyes looking up at him intently almost constantly. Sex had never really seemed appealing until he met Marco, had always seemed ridiculous and useless and messy. Marco's the only person I've ever known that I've really wanted to fuck, and damn if he doesn't make it worth it. Times like this made it perfect, times when the world shrank down to only them and their most intimate moments, blue eyes locked with dark brown.

"Beautiful," Mike breathed, "So fuckin' beautiful…"

Marco pulled his lips off Mike's cock with a purposefully wet pop, saying, "Just for you, querido," kissed along the shaft, "Solo para mi ángel…" swirled his tongue over the tip, "…love givin' you head, love havin' your cock in my mouth, love makin' you feel good…"

He took Mike's dick in his mouth again, but this time he swallowed him all the way to the base. Mike cried out at the feeling of being so enveloped and had to stop himself from thrusting, not wanting to hurt his lover. Marco carefully pulled Mike's balls out of his shorts, rolling them in his hand while his mouth worked his dick. The sensations were almost too much.

Mike took Marco's face in his hands and pulled him up for another kiss, surging down to meet him, pleased to taste himself on Marco's tongue.

"Come on, now, babe, can't make me blow my load just yet," Mike told him, "Still got plenty of energy to expend…"

"Is that right? Well, you better tell me how you want me, then…"

"Right here against the counter."

"How unsanitary," Marco smirked.

"We can clean up later. Got more important things to do right now. Just wait right here…"

Mike quickly retrieved lube and a condom. Marco was bent over the counter when he returned, his perfect ass on display. That gave Mike an idea, a wicked idea. He stepped up behind Marco, cock sliding against his ass, and kissed his way down the richly tan back with lips and teeth, worked his way down until he was kneeling. This should get a nice rise out of him.

Marco's whole body jumped when Mike's tongue touched his ass. Mike was a bit surprised himself, honestly, as this was not something he ever imagined himself doing, but there he was, with his tongue basically in someone's ass. Marco moaned above him, though Mike didn't remain there long. After a few moments, he got to his feet, dropping a kiss to the brown shoulder in front of him.

"It's my turn to ask what you want, Marco," Mike whispered in his ear, "What do you want?"

"Te quiero, corazón… want you so bad…" he panted, trying to push his ass up against Mike's erection, "Want you to fuck me and make me yours…"

"My pleasure…"

He kissed the back of Marco's neck and reached for the lube and condom, rolling it on and slicking up. Lining up his cock with Marco's ass, he leaned over and whispered, "Keep your hands on the counter… I wanna be the only reason you cum today."

A low groan rumbled through Marco as Mike pushed in, moving almost tortuously slow until he bottomed out, getting a rush from Marco's tight heat. He waited there for a moment, wanting to give Marco time to adjust to being filled. He was nothing if not considerate, after all. Marco moaned again when enough time had passed, beginning to wiggle impatiently, and Mike really couldn't help himself, asking, "What do you want, babe?"

Marco turned his head to look back, a wicked glint in his eyes, and told him, "Already told you. Want you fuck me… want you to show me I'm yours… want it now, Mike…"

Mike smirked, leaning over to cover Marco's body with his own, whispering, "What's the magic word?"

He pulled back slightly and pushed in again, now holding Marco tightly by the hips.

"Please…"

"Please what?"

He repeated the action. Marco's breath caught in his throat.

"Mike, please, I want you to fuck me… hard."

His cock twitched at that, making both men moan. Mike pulled out almost all the way and thrust back in, his hips snapping forward. He did it several more times, each time pulling a pornographic sound from Marco's lip, each time sending a spark of pleasure up his own spine, his fingers holding the brown hips so tight he thought they would bruise. There was something incredibly erotic about fucking someone while he was fully clothed and they were completely naked. Mike groaned low in his throat, barely making a sound but feeling it vibrate in his ribs.

"Goddamn, Marco… love you… love you so much," Mike panted, covering Marco's body with his own again, still thrusting hard, "love this… wouldn't ever want this with anyone else…"

"Would- ngh!- wouldn't want you-you to, querido… shit-!... love you…"

The small kitchen was filled with panting breaths and low moans and little whines, with the slapping of skin on skin and the soft rustle of Mike's clothing. Can't believe this still… it's felt like a dream since our first kiss… can't believe he's mine and I'm his… Marco pushed back to meet each thrust, exquisitely clenching on occasion, clearly trying his best to push Mike to the edge and doing a damn good job of it.

"Fuck… Mi-Mike, I'm gon- ah!- gonna-!"

"Yeah… yeah, cum for me, babe… cum with me…"

He could feel his orgasm building, could feel the heat low in his belly. He continued to thrust, pumping hard. Marco shivered finely beneath him. Mike murmured, "I want you to cum with me, babe," in Marco's ear. His breath hitched, his back jumping under Mike's chest. He brought a hand around to Marco's chest, sliding it down to his belly, still keeping it away from his dick.

Marco let out a keening gasp, loud yet not, his body shuddering as he clenched around Mike's cock. Lights popped behind Mike's eyes. He felt his cock pulsing, blood pumping through his veins, heart pounding in his chest. Pleasure rolled up his spine in waves. His hips rocked lazily into Marco as he rode out the end of his orgasm. A few moments passed before Mike pulled out, gently turning Marco to kiss him.

"You're so beautiful," Mike whispered between kisses, "I'm so lucky… can't believe you would let me do this for you, babe… never thought I would ever be with someone so perfect…"

"You took the words right outta my mouth, corazón. I love you so much…"

Mike smiled, kissing him languidly, and replied, "You know I love you, too. In fact, I love you so much I'm gonna clean your cum off the cabinet and not complain once."

Marco snorted, asking, "When that's all done, you wanna maybe meet me in the shower?"

"Absolutely. I'll do my best to return the favor."

He watched Marco's ass as he disappeared into the bathroom, wondering if he would manage to actually finish cleaning the cabinet before his body made him follow.

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