The Bucket boys

By: Chicklette

Prompts: bucket, secretary

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I'd just finished toweling off from my shower. I'd spent five hours in a fucking heat storm, fighting a chemical fire while every fucking secretary and paper pusher in a skirt stood on the sidelines, oohing and awing over our every move. The ladies love the bucket boys, no doubt about it.

I heard someone behind me clear their throat. My cock wanted to stand up and take a look around, but I bit the inside of my cheek and forced that fucker to deflate.

"Hey, Cullen, you heading down for some grub?"

My cock stood tall. I couldn't blame him. It was his favorite voice ever. The one that belonged to a tall, blonde gorgeous man creature named Jasper Whitlock. Did I just say gorgeous? God, I'm so gay.

"Uh, no, I'm heading home. Hot date with a pizza and a six-pack." I shoved my jeans onto my legs so fast I got rug burn. Denim burn? Whatever. My dick did not appreciate his new dark home, but fuck that shit. I could rock out with my cock out plenty later tonight. I just needed to get the hell out of the station before anyone saw my porn star cock trying to make friends.

That right, I said it. Porn star cock, motherfuckers. PSC. I mean, I don't like to brag, but…fuck it, I just did.

I was just starting to coax the PSC back down to normal when Jasper spoke again.

"Do you, uh…do you want some company?"

Shit. My dick immediately screamed yes. My heart was in agreement. My stomach was looking for something near my feet and my brain was like the fucking ringleader at a circus, trying to get a handle on the other three before someone wandered into the lion cage.

"Numfar," I blurted. Wait, was that a word? Brain scan and...nope. I didn't think so.

"Huh?" he asked. I chanced a look over my shoulder, hoping my dick wouldn't try to peer out over the top of my jeans. Yep, still fuckall gorgeous. Sorry, manhood, there's just no other word for it. Blonde hair, blue eyes, ridiculously innocent, baby face that made him look just boyish, even though he was a year older than me. And that mouth. I wanted to kiss it. No, I wanted to fuck it. Wait, kiss it. Then fuck it. Shit. I needed to get more flexible, and fast.

"Uh, sure," I answered. Fuuuck. Fuck. Did I just say yes to him coming over? My cock did a little victory twitch, pushing up against my zipper. The zipper pushed back. That was going to leave a mark. I tucked my shirt in and readjusted my cock, easing him away from the zipper. Walking was going to be a motherbitch, but I didn't have a lot of options. PSC was desperately trying to get close to Jasper, and I was desperately trying to keep him from harming himself in the process. Or making a fool out of me.

"Great," he answered. He sounded…happy? Ung. My cock literally throbbed with excitement. There was no way I was making it out of the station without everyone seeing him, trying to bust out of prison like he was fucking Andy Dufresne or some shit. I frantically looked around me, praying that I'd find something to either kill my raging hard on or cover it up, and, no, no, no…yes! I caught sight of my coat in the back of my locker. Never mind that it was a reasonably warm spring day and I'd look like a lunatic. It was the only way I was going to make it home without everyone seeing how excited PSC was about this latest turn of events.

I slid on the jacket and turned to look at Jasper. Fuck but he's hot.

"I live about ten blocks away. Do you mind walking?"

"Not at all," he replied.

We left the station, waving goodbye to Charlie and the rest of the guys on the way out. About six blocks up, we stopped at a mom and pop shop for some beer. Jasper shocked me by reaching in to the cooler and pulling out a six of my favorite IPA. Now my mouth and stomach were in cahoots with my dick. They all wanted Jasper.

We got to my house about five minutes before the pizza arrived. He tried to argue with me about paying, but I was already all over that shit. Besides, I let him buy the beer. Happily, PSC decided to take a breather, and wasn't actually present for the argument. I was trying to keep my eyes off Jasper's perfect ass, because that shit was like a homing beacon for my cock, and I was hoping we could at least get through dinner before it became apparent that I wanted nothing more than to fuck him up against every reasonably flat, stable surface in my apartment.

I dished the pizza onto plates and we ate, drank and watched the game. I tried to keep shit light, but every time he spoke, he'd unleash that soft Texas drawl and my cock would perk up a little more. By the end of the fourth inning my dick was once again at full mast, fighting with the zipper, trying to get closer to the object of his affection. I picked up the plates and empty bottles, thinking I could take them to the kitchen and talk the cock down a little. Besides, my balls were starting to ache with the constant rise and fall of the PSC.

I set the bottles on the sink for recycling and turned to empty the crusts into the trash. I was trying to talk to the cock, explain to him that Jasper was off limits, but he didn't seem willing to listen. I tried to bribe him with the promise of a lengthy fucking jack-off session later tonight, but that only got him more excited. I was in the middle of willing myself to picture Charlie naked in an effort to kill the cock when it felt like someone hit me in the back with a fucking taser or some shit, except it didn't hurt. It felt really fucking good, all hot and electric and it ran straight to my cock, who thumped – thumped! – against my jeans. I realized it was Jasper's hand against my back. Oh holy motherfuck. If that's what his hand on my back felt like? I was so fucked.

"'Scuse me, Edward," Japser said, as he gave me a little push, trying to get past me in the tiny kitchen. I fumbled the plates and a piece of crust went skittering onto the floor between us.

"Shit!" Before I could move, Jasper squatted down to pick up the crust. He glanced up at me and I started wishing the linoleum would just fucking open up into some kind wormhole to another universe or something. He was eye level with my very hard, very obvious cock, and my cock? It fucking twitched. It said 'hi.'

I groaned and closed my eyes, feeling myself start to blush like a fucking high school girl getting noticed by the star fucking quarterback. As I started to turn away, I felt Jasper put one hand on each of my hips, pinning me against the counter. I looked down and saw him looking back up at me, his blue eyes just fucking holding me there. I couldn't move if a wormhole did open up. I was just…stuck.

"Is that for me?" he asked, still on his knees.

"Unf," I answered. Now my tongue was betraying me too. In my head, I had some long ass, elegant explanation. From my mouth though, it came out 'unf." Fuck my life.

Jasper must have taken that as an affirmative, because he – he fucking ran his nose up the length of my cock, all the while keeping his eyes on me. He blew hot breath against my jeans and I felt my cock start to drool, too stunned for once to do anything other than sit back and enjoy the sensation. I think I groaned again, but fuck if I know for sure. Every other part of my body was acting in its own best interest at this point, so I guess the vocal cords were on their own. My brain seemed to have left the building entirely.

Jasper began a slow rise, pressing more and more of himself up against my body, snaking his way up, until he was standing, pressed hip to hip, thigh to thigh, chest to chest against me. I realized with a shock that he was an inch or two taller than me. I also realized that if I tilted my head, just a little, that I could be kissing him.

So I did.

I tilted my head and my lips brushed against his, and it was like that good sensation taser again, only on my mouth this time, all hot and soft and burning and smooth and fuck, when did my hand get on his ass? I pulled him into me and he gave a little push, rubbing his cock up against mine. My knees did a little swimmy thing, like they were just giving up being knees, and my other hand was sliding up Jasper's chest, then fingering his collar, before sliding into his hair so I could hold him there, with his mouth against mine.

I think I moaned or whimpered or something, because I started to open my mouth, and he started to open his and a second later I had my tongue against his, and he was swirling the tip of his tongue around mine and then he had his hands in my hair, kind of tugging and scratching and I felt his hips push up against mine again, rubbing his cock against mine, again.

My cock was speechless. My hands were hungry. My heart was on the last leg of a motherfucking marathon, and my mouth was sucking on his like it was a motherfucking oxygen mask and the plane was going down.

We were both panting when we finally broke the kiss. He pressed his forehead to mine and slid his hands back down to my hips.

"I've wanted to do that for so long," he breathed, pinning me again with his eyes. I made some kind of gurgling noise in the back of my throat, and then I realized: this was it. Jasper Whitlock wanted me.

I grabbed his ass with both of my hands and backed him up against the opposite counter. My mouth landed on his, devouring it as I ground my hips into his, rubbing my cock all the way up and down his length. Jasper moaned into my mouth, and I drank it down. The PSC twitched to give me a high five, as I let go of his mouth and began to kiss and lick and bite my way across his jaw line and down his throat.

"Fuck," he whispered.

"Don't worry," I answered. "We'll get there."

And we did. But that's a story for another day, and frankly, I'm afraid of what my cock will do if I don't let him tell it.

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AN2: Sorry bout the length. Thank you for being one of the most generous twific peeps around. Hope you have a fuckawesome bday!

Mad thanks to Zigs, who tried to help make this hot mess funny.