“Yeah.” Nick exhaled, glad the option of going to his house hadn’t even come up.
“I had fun the other day,” Oliver said.
“Me too.”
“Have anything in particular you want to do for next time?”
Nick glanced around the empty kitchen again. He’d eaten here five nights a week since he’d come back to work. Most of the guys would be asleep. Tonight, though, would inevitably be the one someone snuck in when he didn’t hear them, distracted by the low sounds of Oliver’s voice in his ears.
“You want to talk about this now?” Nick asked. “We’re not exactly trying to decide between bowling or going to a movie.”
Oliver’s laugh was evil, and Nick adjusted himself in his pants at the sound.
“Only if you want to. I’m already in bed.”
Nick closed his eyes and focused on breathing. Working at SFD wasn’t like one of those TV shows where firefighters ducked into hidden rooms for a quick fuck between saving lives. This was his job. His place of work. If anyone found out what he was doing . . .
Against all rationalizations and better judgment, Nick moved to the other side of the table, so he could face the door. If anyone came in, they’d see his embarrassed face, but he’d at least be able to shut up before he got himself into too much trouble.
“I like your hair.”Very smooth.Nick bit his lip before he said something even stupider.
Oliver laughed softly. “You may have mentioned that.”
“I want to touch it.” His mouth was dry, but he forced himself to keep talking. “Bury my hands in it. Hold on to it while you—”
On the phone, Oliver moaned. The sound had Nick’s pants tightening, and he squirmed in his chair. This was the worst idea. But now that he was thinking about it, he couldn’t stop. He needed this.
“Go on.” Oliver said, his voice soft and raspy.
Nick kept his eyes glued on the break room door. “I want to hold it, grab onto it with my fists. I want you to suck me off while I hold onto your hair.”
“Yeah.” He breathed a heavy sigh, and then the sound on the phone changed, growing more staticky.
“Are you still there?” Nick asked.
“Still here.” Oliver’s voice sounded farther away. “I put the phone on speaker, so I have my hands free.”
Nick had to rest his head on the table while he palmed his swelling cock through his pants. This was hot, and he was into it, but coming in his shorts with hours to go before he could get out of his uniform wouldn't be worth it.
“Did I scare you away?” Oliver teased.
“Still here,” Nick croaked.
“You want me to suck you off?”
Oh God. Nick sat up again and forced steady breaths through his nostrils.
“Yes. I want to feel your mouth on me.”
“Would you be wearing your uniform?”
Nick glanced down at his navy shirt. “How did you know I wear a uniform?”
“You work for the fire department, don’t you? I kind of assumed you would have one. Would you wear it while I blew you?”
“I thought you weren’t into role-playing.” He undid the top button of his shirt so he could breathe.
“Who’s role-playing? You’re a man in uniform; I’m a man who likes a man in uniform.”
