Spark & Blaze (A Guns & Hoses Novel) (20 page)

“Let’s get you into bed.”

Evan’s voice and the hands of his boyfriend urging him toward the bed had Brett moving. He was still wearing a hospital gown, but was able to put on his work boots to leave the hospital.

“Sit,” Evan ordered and pushed gently against Brett’s hips to make him plant his ass on the side of the bed.

Once Brett was seated, Evan unzipped his lover’s boots and pulled them off. The socks followed before Evan stood in front of his boyfriend who still wore a hospital gown. Just seeing his lover in the paisley print was enough to make him nauseous.

Brett allowed Evan to pull off his boots and socks. However, the look on his lover’s face when he finally stood was enough to send ice through his veins. Evan looked green. The type of green that only appears on flesh when someone is about to puke or pass out.

“Hey.” Brett raised his hands to Evan’s hips. “Baby.” Brett ghosted his hands over the bone and muscle he felt under his palms. “I’m here.” Brett waited for Evan to reply, but when he didn’t, Brett continued with both his words and his hands. “C’mon.” Brett tugged on Evan’s hips. “I need you.”

Brett tugged again and was relieved when Evan took a small step closer. His lover’s groin was in front of Brett’s face, but this interaction between them wasn’t about sex. No, it was about closeness. A closeness that Brett knew Evan needed just as much as he did. He wrapped his arms around his boyfriend’s waist and pulled him close enough to close the small distance between them.

Evan wanted to revel in the feeling of Brett’s arms around his waist and his lover’s face pressed into his stomach, but he couldn’t. Brett wouldn’t be injured if it weren’t for some fucked up asshole who decided to screw with his life. All of his bravado about not letting some stalker dictate how he lived was for nothing now that the man he loved was injured. All he wanted to do was hold Brett in his arms and make everything okay.

However, holding the man he loved wouldn’t make everything all right. But, he knew what would and all he had to do was get Brett to sleep so that he could make sure the asshole never hurt his man again.

“Lay back,” Evan whispered and when Brett followed his order, Evan pulled his shirt off.

Brett licked his lips. He couldn’t help himself when Evan removed his TFD T-shirt and revealed nothing but toned perfection. He watched Evan bend over and unzip his boots before his lover toed out of them. The gasp he tried to suppress when Evan pushed down his pants escaped his lips before he could stop the sound.

Evan could see the hunger in Brett’s eyes while he stripped out of his work clothes. It was a hunger he felt as well.

Brett leaned back when Evan came forward to press their bodies together. Their eyes remained locked on one another as Brett raised the knee of his uninjured leg to Evan’s hip and attempted to assist his lover into a better position.

Evan followed Brett when he lay back on the bed. His lover’s legs spreading, even with his injury and the pain it must be causing, didn’t surprise Evan. His hard cock dragged along the crease of Brett’s ass before he nudged briefly under his boyfriend’s nuts, but it wasn’t the urge to feel Brett’s ass around him that consumed him.

No, it was a totally different urge. An urge that by the look on Brett’s face, caught him off guard when Evan lowered Brett’s knee and he shimmied up to straddle his lover. Evan rubbed his ass against Brett’s hard shaft and couldn’t stop the moan that escaped his throat.

“Wha… What are you doing?” Brett grasped Evan’s grinding hips in his hands.

He thought his lover was going to fuck him, but now he knew Evan had other plans. Brett had no problem topping, but he knew Evan had never been fucked before so he tried to stop his lover’s intention.

“I want to feel you in me,” Evan breathed against Brett’s neck and shifted his hips until he felt the head of Brett’s cock nudge his entrance.

“No.” Brett tightened his hands on Evan’s hips to stop him from moving.

Brett knew what a dry fuck felt like and he wasn’t about to do that to Evan. A dry fuck for the first time was not an option. Anal sex hurt until it got better, but that
better
was only if you are used to having your ass pounded.

“We need lube,” Brett forced himself to say when he felt Evan freeze at his reaction. “I won’t fuck you without lube.” He hoped the lack of the appropriate supplies would be enough for Evan to reconsider.

Brett barely had time to place a kiss on the side of Evan’s neck before his lover bolted up and away from him. The door to the bedroom flew open so quickly that Brett didn’t even have a chance to say anything before the naked vision of his boyfriend disappeared through the opening.

“What the hell,” Brett muttered and images of Evan banging on Tig and Flame’s bedroom door to demand lube filled his mind. Before he could even groan in embarrassment, Evan was back in the room and slammed the door shut behind him.

Evan wasn’t sure where his sudden need to be filled by Brett was coming from, but it was an aching need that he knew was making him reckless. Shit, pounding on Tig and Flame’s bedroom door and demanding lube while he was buck ass naked should have been embarrassing, but it wasn’t. That should have been a red flag waving in his face to tell him how reckless he was being. But he didn’t care. The desire to feel Brett inside of him, to be connected to the man he loved so completely, consumed him.

Brett didn’t stop Evan when he crawled over him to straddle his hips. His lover held a bottle of lube and Brett didn’t fight the blush that heated his cheeks when he acknowledged how the bottle was obtained.

“Babe,” Brett whispered when Evan dribbled lube along his hardened shaft. “You don’t have to...”

“I want to feel you,” Evan interrupted and wrapped his hand around Brett’s hard cock.

Evan lifted his hips and moved his lover’s dick back under his balls, closer to his hole. He felt the soft skin of Brett’s mushroom head rub against his entrance and he tried to press down.

“Wait!” Brett practically shouted when he felt Evan trying to sit on his dick.

Brett’s hands dug deeply into his boyfriend’s hips. He pulled Evan forward enough that Evan had to catch his balance on his hands by Brett’s head.

“Don’t want to wait,” Evan panted close to Brett’s lips. “I didn’t hurt you did I?” A serious look of concern crossed Evan’s face.

“No.” Brett smiled. “Patience, babe,” Brett whispered before he locked his lips onto Evan’s in a passionate kiss.

Brett dueled sweetly with Evan’s tongue while his hand caressed its way to his boyfriend’s ass. He made sure to stroke his cock to get lube on his fingers before he snaked his fingers under Evan’s balls to get to his virgin ass. Brett was glad he did because the moment he pressed a finger into Evan’s entrance, his lover thrust back. Brett was so focused on not hurting Evan that he didn’t even feel the pain in his leg that was caused by Evan’s movement.

Evan couldn’t help but arch his back and break their kiss when Brett’s finger entered him. He pushed back to feel more and it wasn’t long before the slick digit that made him feel so good became two. There was burn, but the discomfort wasn’t enough to make him not want to feel more.

Brett worked Evan’s ass loose enough to the point that every thrust of his boyfriend’s ass back on to his wrist was becoming painful. The throb where he was shot on the outside of his thigh made itself known. The pains pulsed in time with his racing heart, but weren’t enough to cause him to lose his erection or want to stop.

“Okay, babe,” Brett whispered against Evan’s neck just under his ear when he removed his fingers.

“Thank God.” Evan scrambled to sit up, take Brett in hand, and to sit on the hard cock that he wanted to feel so badly.

“Whoa!” Brett grabbed Evan’s hips harshly to stop him. “You need to go slow.
Real
slow.”

The look Brett gave him had Evan questioning if his boyfriend really wanted this to happen between them. Brett’s expression was serious, so serious that had Evan not been so aroused, he may have called the whole thing off.

“Okay,” Evan agreed and forced himself to lower down carefully.

Holy Fuck this hurts!

Evan knew he was wincing. He also knew it was a damn good thing Brett forced him to go slow. Even with Brett’s preparation and the plenty of lube he could feel between his cheeks and along Brett’s shaft, the sharp bite of pain made his breath hitch.

Brett’s gaze never left Evan’s face. He saw the moment Evan felt the initial spike of pain, heard him suck in a quick breath, and felt not only his lover’s ass clenched down around him, but Evan’s whole body tense.

“Breathe, babe.” Brett rubbed Evan’s thighs. “You need to try and relax.”

How Brett managed to speak without clenching his teeth or how he resisted thrusting up, he didn’t know. Only the head of his dick was inside Evan’s ass and the tightness was blowing his mind and threatening to make him blow his load.

Evan had lost his erection, but Brett knew that was common the first time anything larger than a few fingers was put up a virgin’s ass. Several moments later, Evan’s body had not relaxed any, but he was now at least panting out shallow breaths.

“You don’t have to.”

Brett’s concerned voice made Evan open his eyes that he hadn’t even realized he had closed. His hard on was long gone even if this was still something he wanted to try. He didn’t get a chance to say as much to Brett before his boyfriend made a noise.

“Ungh,” Brett forced himself to moan painfully.

The determination he saw on Evan’s eyes countered the tenseness in his lover’s body. The noise he made got the reaction he not only wanted, but expected.

“Shit! I hurt you.” Evan paled even more than the pain had caused him to do. “What the hell am I thinking?”

Evan felt like shit. He wanted this, wanted to give this to Brett, but he was so focused on his own desires that he totally ignored Brett’s injury. Quickly, he scrambled off of Brett’s hips and stood next to the bed.

“I’m such an asshole.”

“No, you’re not. You were just trying to make me feel better.” Brett smiled and hoped Evan could see how he felt. “It’s okay, babe. We’ve got plenty of time.”

“Let me get some towels and something for you to drink so you can take another pain pill.”

“Sounds good. Then you can get your ass back in bed with me.”

“Deal.”

Evan had to force himself to smile. He grabbed his boxer briefs and slipped them on before leaving the bedroom.

Chapter Eighteen

Eva
n
held a bottle of water and two towels, one wet and one dry, when he stepped out of the bathroom. He wasn’t even halfway down the hall when the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end only moments before he was grabbed from behind.

One arm wrapped around his throat in a moment of déjà vu and he dropped everything he was holding. His hands came up to grab the arm that was choking him and he was about to pull when he felt the unmistakable muzzle of a gun pressed against his temple. The warm metal made him freeze and a cold sweat break out all over his almost naked body.

“Hello my love,” the husky voice of his stalker whispered against the side of Evan’s neck before he felt the man place a tender kiss directly below his ear.

The shiver that wracked through Evan wasn’t from desire, but the psycho behind him clearly thought it was when he pushed his groin closer to Evan’s ass.

“You’ve made it so hard for us to be together, but now I know it was your way of testing my love for you. You are forgiven, my sweet.”

Evan fought the bile that rose in his throat. He prayed that Tig or Flame heard the water bottle drop on the tile of the hall and equally prayed they didn’t. Torn as he was about having Tig or Flame make an appearance, he knew the last person he wanted to step into the hall was Brett.

Focus dammit!
Evan mentally cursed and pushed thoughts of his boyfriend and their friends from his mind.

“It
was
a test and you passed,” Evan had to force the words through his lips. “Take me away with you so we can be together.”

It must’ve been the wrong thing to say because the crazy fucker behind him tensed and the muzzle of the gun pressed harder into his temple. So hard, that Evan was sure he was going to have a bruise if he managed not to end up with the bullet in his brain.

“You told me that before,” the psycho hissed and Evan had to force himself not to pull away from the hot breath on his neck. “And you fucking lied!” Evan’s mind scrambled for reply that might placate the nut job.

“That was before you gave me the fire.” Evan hoped his ploy would work. “It was beautiful.”

Evan tried to remember the words the psycho sent him in the text message before they found his house burning to the ground.

“I didn’t believe you burned for me that bright before I saw your gift.” The ego stroke he gave the asshole seem to work because the muzzle pulled back slightly.

“It was a wonderful gift that I knew you would understand and enjoy.”

His stalker’s tone sounded almost dreamy, whimsical, and it sent another shiver through Evan.

“I love how your body reacts to the thought of my gift.”

Yeah, asshole, that’s why I am shuddering.

Another tremor went through Evan when the man behind him moved the arm from around his throat down to caress his chest. The gun was still too close to Evan’s head to do anything, but stand there and be forced to tolerate the touches. A soft purr reached Evan’s ear and he could feel the sick fuck behind him hardening.

“That…,” Evan began and had to start again when he choked on what he was about to say. “That feels good.”

As long as the hand that was caressing his pecs stayed above his waist, the man wouldn’t realize how blatantly Evan was lying.

“Mmmm.”

“We should go somewhere more private,” Evan panted out the words.

Evan was sure his captor thought the breathlessness suggestion was from arousal when in fact it was because Evan was scared shitless of going with the man. He knew his chances of surviving long were slim if he left with the psycho, especially after everything Tig had said.

“You are reading my mind, love.” Another soft kiss was placed on Evan’s neck and he barely managed to turn his gag into a moan. “We’ll go to where we are going to live so you can see the home I’ve made for us.”

Shit! If he takes me outta here I might never be found. Hell, I could end up dead.

Evan had only one choice if he wanted to make sure this fuckwad didn’t make him leave Flame and Tig’s house. He hated what he was about to do, but maybe moving down the hall would make enough noise to rouse Tig or Flame.

“I can’t wait that long.” Evan forced himself to push his ass backwards so his stalker could feel his fake desperation. “I’ve got a room down the hall. Plenty of lube, too. Of course, we won’t need a condom because you love me and I trust you to take care of me.”

Evan knew he was rambling and in a way, it was a good thing or he may not have been able to hold his nausea at bay.

“Mmmm, you tempt me, love.”

“Please,” Evan begged and rotated his hips against the fucker’s groin.

“Will it make you happy?”

“Yes. So, so happy.” Evan panted and prayed he was doing the right thing.

“Anything to make my love happy, then.”

The muzzle against his temple never disappeared, nor did the arm around his chest when they shuffled toward the guest bedroom where Evan knew his boyfriend was currently laying injured in the bed.

However, when they reach the open door to the bedroom and Evan looked in, the bed was empty. He frowned and was glad his stalker couldn’t see his face. Evan had no idea where Brett had disappeared to, but the relief that his lover wouldn’t get hurt again was so overwhelming that Evan almost stumbled.

“I can’t wait to spend our life together, but I don’t even know the name of the man who loves me so much.” Evan tried to turn his head, away from the muzzle of the gun, to look over his shoulder.

“Christian Tharp.”

Tig’s voice behind them startled Evan more than his stalker spinning them both around. Tig stood in the hallway wearing nothing but navy boxer briefs. Evan was struck by how fucking hot Tig’s body was while he stood half naked several feet away from them. The suit usually rumpled from work, that Tig usually wore, didn’t do him any justice. In the back of his mind, Evan knew it was crazy, stress-related, that he was checking out his co-worker’s boyfriend. He gave himself a mental shake and that was when he noticed Tig pointing a gun at them.

How the hell did I miss that? Oh yeah, I have a gun to my head.

“Christian, release Evan and drop your weapon,” Tig ordered calmly.

“No! He’s mine! You can’t have him!”

Evan grunted when the hand that had been caressing his chest yanked him back harshly.

“I don’t want to hurt you, Christian, but I’ll shoot your ass if I have to.”

Tig glared at them and Evan couldn’t help but wonder where Tig could possibly shoot this asshole without shooting him as well.

“I do.”

Evan’s mind barely had time to register Brett’s growled out words before he felt himself falling forward. He just managed to get his hands out in front of him before he landed on the tile floor of the hallway. Evan wasn’t sure if he heard the snap of a bone breaking in his wrist or if it was just his imagination because of the pain around his left hand. It didn’t matter either way when he felt the psycho fuck who’d been stalking him fall on to his back.

Evan threw an elbow back to hit the asshole in the face before he scrambled to get out from under the guy, to get as far away as possible. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion the moment Evan came to a stop against the wall and cradled his more than likely broken wrist.

Tig leapt forward and kicked the stalker’s gun further down the hall before he landed, knee first, on the shithead’s back. Tig grabbed his stalker’s arms and yanked them harshly behind his back. He rose up off his knee and allowed his weight to drop again, not once, but twice.

If Evan had any sympathy for the asshole, he might have winced at the damage he knew Tig was sure to be inflicting on his stalker’s kidneys. As it was, Evan would swear he hadn’t seen a thing after Tig grabbed the psycho’s arms.

Behind Tig and the crazy fuck that wasn’t even fighting being restrained, Evan saw Brett. His lover was leaning against the doorframe of the guest bedroom and holding one of his crutches. The cracked wood of one side of the crutch was clear even from where Evan sat on the floor a few feet away.

Shit, no wonder that fucker isn’t fighting.

Evan didn’t even want to think about how hard Brett had to hit the guy to crack the crutch. When his eyes finally shifted to Brett’s face, his breath hitched. The beautiful brown eyes that Evan knew he would never become tired of looking into were glistening as if tears were about to fall. However, it wasn’t the threat of his boyfriend’s tears that made his heart pound insanely. It was the love that he could clearly see.

“I love you, too,” Evan whispered more to himself than to Brett. Still, it was clear by the relieved smile that spread his lover’s lips that Brett obviously read his lips.

The house rapidly started to fill with cops. The medics weren’t far behind. They carted off Christian Tharp, who was still unconscious, to the hospital with the cops in tow.

Evan and Flame had to argue with Brett to remain at the house when the medics confirmed what Evan already knew. His left wrist was broken. At some point Brostowski and Austin showed up and between the four of them, they convinced Brett that he didn’t need to accompany Evan to the hospital. Austin and Brostowski offering to go with him probably tipped the scales in his favor to make Brett stay at Flame’s house.

It was several hours later when Brostowski and Austin finally dropped him off in front of Tig and Flame’s place. Tig answered the door when he knocked and the first thought that flashed through his mind was so inappropriate that he chuckled.

“You okay?” Tig raised a concern brow and closed his front door after Evan entered the house.

“Yeah, just had a fucked up thought.”

“Care to share?”

Evan followed Tig into the kitchen and even though his body was tired as hell, his mind was still reeling. Taking the cup of coffee Tig offered likely wouldn’t settle his mind either, but he didn’t care.

“I was just thinking it was a shame you are dressed again,” Evan answered after taking a sip of his coffee. Tig coughed around his swallow coffee and raised a brow again. Evan just laughed.

“So you want to see him half naked again?”

Evan turned to see Brett leaning on one crutch while he stood in the doorway. The blush that creeped up Evan’s neck couldn’t be stopped even if he tried.

“He’s hot naked,” Flame piped in and scooted around Brett to get into the kitchen.

“I said
half
naked,” Brett reiterated.

“Yep,” Flame grinned over his shoulder. “But if you think half naked is hot, you should see the Full Monty.”

Tig coughed again. “I am right here, you know.”

“Yep.” Flame leaned down and kissed Tig’s lips tenderly. “But you know it’s true.”

“Uh huh,” Tig agreed and gave Flame’s lips another peck before he pushed his boyfriend away.

Brett limped into the kitchen and sat next to Evan at the table. He gave Flame a nod of thanks for the coffee that was set in front of him before he looked at Tig seriously.

“So that asshole won’t be getting out anytime soon, right?”

“No,” Tig confirmed. “Silver and Gold will be around later to take statements. I gave mine when they hauled him in, but you guys still have to give yours for the report.”

“I’m still confused about a few things.”

Evan glanced at his friends and boyfriend. The whole time he had been in the hospital, he wasn’t sure how Tig ended up in the hall or where Brett had disappeared to in the bedroom. So, he said as much.

“I heard you talking in the hall,” Brett began. “It was too low for me to make out the words, but it didn’t take me long to realize you weren’t talking to Tig or Flame.” Brett reached out and took Evan’s un-casted hand.

“When I realized there could only be one other person that you might be talking to in the middle of the night, I almost shit myself with panic.” Brett squeezed his lover’s hand. “I texted Flame and when he replied, he said that Tig told me to hide in the closet. The fucking closet.” Brett chuckled at the irony. “I didn’t want to, but when I heard you both getting closer I decided to trust Tig’s judgment.”

“If only everyone would do that.” Tig smirked and shot a glance at Flame before picking up where Brett left off.

“I had asked Silver and Gold to call in a favor for me with processing after the asshole burnt down your house. I didn’t get the email with the findings until we were on our way home after Brett got shot.” Tig looked apologetic even though there wasn’t a damn thing to apologize for.

“Christian Tharp’s prints were pulled from your Camaro. They matched his prints that were submitted with his Fire College application.”

When Tig paused again and stared at him, Evan frowned and racked his brain to remember his classmates. There were one hundred and thirty-two that started in his class, but only eighty-seven graduated with him.

“I didn’t go to school with any Christian,” Evan said with certainty.

“His application listed his first name is Chris, but in the ‘Nickname’ box, he listed Cee.” Tig continued to stare at Evan.