Turn the
Other Cheek
By Chris Owen
Chapter One
"Now, you can't tell me that you've never
heard this before." Will turned the music up a little and
danced around the room toward the couch, wiggling his way around
the edge of the coffee table. The latin beat seemed to rest
right in his hip bones, every movement extending out from there
and making his body sway.
Mal was enchanted. "Sure." He reached for Will's hand
and tugged him down on top of Mal's body. Dancing lying down
was even nicer than watching Will put on a private show. "I've
heard it. You had it on last time I was here, when we were making
supper."
"Very good." Will marked his approval with a kiss,
and then another.
Mallory and Will were at the start of two days off from their
jobs as firefighters for the city of Ottawa, and they were making
the most of it. They'd already taken a run along the Rideau
Canal, had a huge breakfast out at their favorite diner, and
they had plans that night to go to a movie with a couple of
guys they worked with. Between breakfast and the movie there
were hours to fill up with chores, napping and maybe a little
dancing.
"It was memorable," Mal told him. He smiled, his hands
going to Will's ass and guiding him in a semblance of a dance.
It was difficult to get it just right, lying down as they were,
but he thought Will got the point. "I like dancing in your
kitchen. Better than anywhere else, I think."
Will laughed at him and wiggled. The mock-dancing turned into
grinding and rubbing, which was what they both were after. "Better
than in a bar like Cleo's where we have a dance floor and space
to move?"
"We can't get naked at Cleo's." That was all too true.
They'd never tried to mess around there, hadn't slipped into
the bathroom to make out a little -- that was kid shit, in Mallory's
mind. Aside from the entire potential for arrest and the humiliation
of being in the newspaper for being in a sex scandal, there
was the sheer semantics of it. They couldn't get naked at Cleo's.
There just wasn't room for the kind of things that happened
when Mal and Will danced and then got busy.
They were big men. They were rangy, and tall, and fire fighters.
They were used to spreading out and taking over a space, and
they were still at the stage in their relationship where things
were being broken when they started messing around. Glasses
on tables that got bumped as they stumbled toward bedrooms,
chairs that fell over when one of them was pushing the other
down over a table, stuff that got swept off counters.
The bill for messing around at Cleo's would take most of Mal's
paycheck, he was sure. Plus, various people would kill them.
Will's whole family, Mal's ex-girlfriend, Dave. It would be
messy.
"Hello in there," Will whispered. "Where did
you go?"
Mallory blinked. "Uh." He felt his face heat up as
he blushed. "Sorry. I was adding up the bar bill for fucking
around at Cleo's. You know. Broken glasses, bail, loss of income,
Trish's wrath."
Will stared at him for a moment and then started to laugh. He
laughed so hard he rested his head on Mallory's chest and shook,
unable to speak in full sentences, just a few words here and
there. They were good words, though: "weird", "bizarre",
"strange", "crack me up", and "never
boring".
Mallory rolled his eyes and let Will laugh. "Can we concentrate
on the fucking around part?" he asked, his hands once more
squeezing at Will's butt. "Come on, babe."
"Sure, sure." Will actually wiped his eyes and couldn't
kiss him because Will's smile wouldn't go away long enough.
"Sorry."
"Laugh it up." Mallory couldn't help smiling back.
"Hey, you can laugh and I'll suck you off, how's that?"
Will scrambled off him and landed at the other end of the couch,
his fingers untying the string of his gym pants. "With
ya." He shoved them down off his hips and smiled proudly.
"Ready and willing."
Mal could see that. He licked his lips and approached, sliding
off the couch and to his knees, pushing one of Will's knees
to the side. "I don't hear laughing."
"Well, no. I think the offer of blow jobs kind of disrupts
the humor center in my brain."
Mallory looked up into Will's face. "And you say I'm the
weird one."
"You were adding up the bill for collateral damage in a
hypothetical sexual situation while you were in an actual sexual
situation. That's weird."
Mal couldn't really argue with that. "You're perpetuating
the discussion while I have my hand on your cock," he pointed
out in self-defense.
"Point taken. Please continue." Will grinned at him
and pointed to the cock under discussion. "See?"
It was hard to miss; it was one of Mal's favorite pricks of
all time. Sleek and straight, long and wide, dark and smooth,
Will had a gorgeous cock. Mal took a moment to study it and
then, just as Will was taking a breath -- likely to tell Mal
to get on with it for God's sake -- Mal licked. Just at the
head and then down to under the crown.
"You're teasing," Will pointed out. His thighs were
tensing and relaxing, the waistband of his gym pants moving
and becoming taut as his legs shifted.
"Of course. We have hours."
Will laughed softly. "All right, then. One slow, leisurely
blow job it is. Followed by...?"
"A nice slow fuck." Mal licked him again, inhaling
the heady scent of Will's body.
"Nice." Will's voice dropped to a whisper and his
cock flexed a bit. "I like your plan." His fingers
carded lightly through Mal's hair. "I like you."
Mal looked up at him and rolled his eyes. "Don't be going
all mushy on me."
"You like it when I get mushy." Will smiled down at
him and touched his cheek. "I like you lots. Sweetheart."
Mal's blush came back and he busied himself with Will's prick,
taking it in and sucking lightly. He did like it when Will talked
like that, but it always made the sex more intense and harder
to control. He spent a lot of time avoiding thinking about that.
If he thought about it, he might figure out why the sweetness
lent itself to intensity, and he wasn't sure he was ready to
go there quite yet.
Will's phone started ringing and Will groaned. "Don't stop,"
he said, his hand in Mal's hair again. "Ignore it."
Mal nodded, his head bobbing over Will's lap, Will's cock sliding
in and out of his mouth. He loved the way Will filled him, stretched
his lips; sucking Will off never failed to get Mallory's engine
revved up. He lifted up long enough to ask, "Is it work?"
"Yeah. Ignore it. Not going in today."
Mal snorted softly and went back to sucking cock. They were
on a forty-eight. He wasn't going in. Will wasn't going in.
The phone rang four times and then fell silent as Will's voice
mail kicked in. With a sigh of relief as the distraction faded
away, Mal took Will in all the way and pressed his tongue everywhere
he could reach.
"Oh, man." Will's hips shifted and he thrust slowly,
working with Mal. His breath was catching and his hand was moving
restlessly, touching Mal's face and hair. "Yes. Just like
that."
Mal could do just like that. It was a nice, easy pace, and he
could touch with his hands, his mouth happy enough with the
way things were going. His own erection was happy, too, distending
his track pants and rubbing ever so slightly whenever he shifted.
It was nice, a low grade hum in his spine. Maybe this time they
could get off without exploding everywhere and moving frantically.
On the coffee table, Mal's cell phone began to ring.
"Oh, for the love of--" Will broke off just as Mal
licked a particularly sensitive spot. "Oh."
"Ignore it," Mal ordered, his words mangled by the
mouthful of Will's dick.
"I can't -- your ringtone is Put Out
the Fire and it's killing me."
It was, too. Noticeably.
"You don't like Queen?" Mal asked incredulously as
he leaned back and scooped up his phone. He glared at it viciously.
"This better be fucking important." He flipped the
phone open and snarled, "Mallory."
There was a brief pause and Dave sighed. "Don't be pissy,
Mal. Please. I know I didn't wake you up. I need someone to
come in."
"What are you still doing there?" Mal asked, sitting
down on the floor and leaning against the couch. Dave was usually
on the same shift as Mal and Will, so he should have been long
gone. "Call someone from A shift."
"I'm covering for Barry as it is, A is all filled up. C
relief can't come in early and I can't find anyone to--"
There was a pause and horrible retching noises.
Mal pulled the phone away from his ear and made a face. "Oh,
gross."
"What's up?" Will was already putting his cock away
and tugging his pants back on.
"Dave's puking." He sighed. "I'll go in. It's
only a day. Tell you what, I'll meet you back here tomorrow
morning and we can make a plan for the overtime pay."
Will nodded, not looking overly thrilled. "I'll miss you
at the movie."
Mal listened to his phone but only got more of Dave's horrible
sounds. "Me, too," he said to Will, risking a fast
kiss as he waited for Dave to come back.
"Have you got your key?"
Mal stood up, nodding. He couldn't help smiling as well, his
hand automatically going to his pocket to make sure he hadn't
lost it. "Yep. Hey, Dave? I'm coming in."
Dave groaned something and hung up on him, so Mallory put his
phone in his pocket and reached for Will. One more kiss, a whispered
promise for later, and he headed out. He'd have to go to his
place to get his stuff before he went to the station, but by
the sounds of it, Dave would still be exactly where he was when
Mal got there. |
