Firestation Sixty Nine
Embarrassed and shaken after an accident on his first real call, rookie fireman Nolan Barnes lies awake in bed. When he stumbles out of his bunk and bumps into his station officer, the old bear takes him back to his dorm for a heart to heart. Will the new recruit find comfort in his officer's words, or find himself falling into his arms?
Nolan stared at the sagging bottom of the bunk above. Like the sword of Damocles, the Saint Bernard upon it threatened to come crashing down at any moment. Every so often the dog would shift, the bed would squeak, and Nolan braced for an impact that never came.
He rolled over onto his stomach and buried his face in his pillow. The fire station was dead silent, excluding the snoring that filled the room... And the steady dripping of the hoses they had hung up a few hours ago. He tried to ignore it, the doberman found himself anticipating every drop. I should have closed the door.
Nolan cast off his blankets and rose up. He sat alone in the dark, listening to the steady tapping of the water. How long does it take a hose to dry? An hour? Four? He closed his eyes and searched his memory, but the answer eluded him. I bet the captain knows. Nolan grimaced down at the ugly beige tile between his bare feet.
He slipped out of the bunk room and down the hallway. Seven more hours or so until this shift is over. He rubbed at his weary green eyes with the back of his paw. Nolan paused when he rounded a corner and found the door to the equipment room shut. He stood there staring at it, but a wet plop brought his attention further down the hall.
He saw Captain Wilkerson standing in the middle of the kitchen. The big bear was hard at work with mop in hands, scrubbing away. Every so often he would stop, plunge his mop into a bucket, and wring it dry with a naked paw. Was that what I was hearing? Nolan crept down the hallway and lingered just past the entryway.
"Watch your step." He cautioned. Captain Wilkerson dropped his mop into the bucket and went over to the sink to wash his hands. "You want a cup of Joe?"
"Huh?" He glanced over his shoulder at Nolan, and pointed at the coffee pot. There were bags beneath his grey-blue eyes. "Oh, uh, please!" He sat down and watched his superior fix up two mugs of coffee. The emblem on the back of the bear's navy blue shirt was fractured by a spiderweb of minute cracks.
"I wanted to talk to you." Nolan felt his stomach twist. Here it comes. He sat down and slid a cup across the table to Nolan.
"I was going to wait until morning, but nows as good as time as any." Nolan stared down into his black coffee and fidgeted in his seat. "Look. I know it isn't easy for anyone when they just start out, but-"
"I'm sorry, sir." He brought a hand up and laid his face in it. "I wasn't holding it tight enough, and when the water hit, I-" Captain Wilkerson cleared his throat. Nolan went silent and bowed his head. "Sorry, sir."
"You already said that." Wilkerson rose from his chair and put a hand on his shoulder. "Follow me."
Nolan stood and followed behind him, his eyes set upon the symbol on his back. Whenever the bear's body shifted, so did the many fissures in the faded white emblem. When they passed the equipment room, he could hear the steady drip of the drying hoses. Those fucking hoses.
The two of them walked into a small room, and Captain Wilkerson shut the door.. Even by firehouse standards, the room was spotless. Much of it was occupied by an office desk and a modest, neatly made bunk. A computer sat dormant beneath his tidy desk. Though a doorway on his right, Nolan could see a small, personal bathroom.
Wait... Is this his room? He sniffed at the air, and his nose filled with the scent of lemons, coffee, and the lingering musk of an old bear.
"Sit down." Nolan glanced at the swivel chair near the desk, then at the bed. He decided on the later and sat down on the edge, staring down into his coffee cup.
"You don't need to apologize for what happened. Maybe for interrupting me, but not for that. I already know you're sorry. You've been moping around the station all night. You barely ate at dinner." He walked over and sat beside Nolan. The bear's weight made the bed creak, and formed a valley that brought them hip to hip.
"You're the new guy. Every rookie before you screwed up, and you're gonna screw up too. I'm going to get tired of hearing you apologies before you stop making mistakes." Nolan looked sidelong at him. His expression must have said it all.
"Look, I could tell stupid stories about every guy in this place. I'm not gonna, but I could. You forget about it. You. Move. On. You learn, and you do your job the best you can. That's all anyone can ask.".Nolan cast his gaze to the floor, and sighed.
"I... I dropped a hose in front of a street filled with people! It just shot right out of my hands and... " He slouched.
"So what?" He canted his head to look at Captain Wilkerson.
"Those people called us because they needed us. We're not supposed to drop hoses and fuck up while people watch their houses burn down." He sipped his coffee and shrugged in response.
"We put out the fire. It didn't spread to neighboring houses, and nobody was hurt. We did our jobs, it just took us a little longer than usual."
"Everyone's going to think I'm a fucking idiot." He laughed. A bolt of shame went through Nolan, and he looked away. The bear's heavy paw fell upon his shoulder, startling him.
"You run into burning buildings for a living, kid. Everyone already knows you're a fucking idiot." A fuzzy tickle took root in his belly and forced him to laugh in spite of himself.
"You need to let this thing go." Great choice of words there, Captain. His budding smile waned into a wry grimace. Wilkerson's second laugh didn't help.
"Shit, I- Look. I'm not going to sugarcoat it. You fucked up. You fucked up, but." The hand on his shoulder squeezed. His calloused fingers were strong, and warm from the heat of his coffee cup. "You didn't break down and cry." I kind of wanted to. "You got knocked down, but you got back up again. That's life. If you let small things like this get to you, the big ones are gonna break you."
"Thanks." He looked up at the big blue eyes looking down at him. "For taking the time for me." Wilkerson's hand crept up his shoulder and onto the crook of his neck. The fingers pushing against the grain of his fur left tingling skin in their wake.
"I don't mind. Most of the time I'm the only one up at night. It's just nice having a little... Company, for a change." The roaming paw sparked the tinder of Nolan's imagination. Is he hitting on me? The bear had to be twice his age at the very least, and yet... His burly body held a great deal of power. The thought of being pressed up against the barrel-chested man brought a blush to his cheeks_. Time to test the waters._
"You want to... Hang around and bullshit all night?" He leaned back into the creeping hand. It slid up and into his hair, gliding across his scalp. His fingers dipped into the sensitive valley behind Nolan's ear and scratched him in a way that made him shiver. A contented murr slipped past his lips.
"Maybe I could teach you a few things you didn't learn in the academy." Nolan was still trying to think of a flirty line when Wilkerson lent over and kissed him. His jaw went slack and the captain's tongue surged past his lips. It felt not unlike his own, but the power, and the sheer length of it!
When Wilkerson pulled away, he grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him back in. This time, Nolan went on the offensive. His tongue shot past the bear's fangs and rolled against his tongue. His hands traveled to the bear's stomach and slid beneath his shirt, forcing it up. He pressed his fingers against Wilkerson's belly. Behind his round, pliable tummy, Nolan could feel a solid wall of muscle. There wasn't a doubt in his mind that the bear was the strongest among the two of them, or the whole firehouse, for that matter.
They were still kissing as the bear brought him down onto the bunk. His cock was aching against his boxers when they hit the mattress. Captain Wilkerson twisted his body against Nolan's, resting his weight against Nolan's side. He could feel the bear's girthy cock pressing at his thigh. His head was filled with the sound of his thundering heart, and the bear half-panting in his ear.
One of his hands traveled down his heaving chest and past the waist of his sweat pants. Nolan almost yipped when he grabbed his cock and brought it out into the light. His surprise made the captain smile.
"Too quick?" He asked.
"No!" Nolan sputtered. Way to play it cool. A blush came to his black and tan face.
Captain Wilkerson's fingers curled around his dick and squeezed. A small pearl of precum welled up on his tip and trickled down across the bear's knuckles. God he feels strong. Soon his fingers were bouncing up and down the strip of flesh where the head of his prick met the shaft, and all Nolan could do was whine with excitement.
"You going to return the favor, kid?" Nolan's ears went back. If he wasn't already flustered, his face was surely glowing now.
He shoved his hand into his captain's sweats and was shocked when he found the bear wasn't wearing a thing beneath them. The girth of his cock was what struck him the most. It was thick, throbbing, and felt as powerful as the man it was attached to.
Wilkerson laid one arm across his shoulders. The bear's meaty limb cradled him like a pup, keeping him nestled up against his side. He watched with hungry eyes as Nolan pulled his cock out of his sweats.
"You're lucky." Captain Wilkerson breathed in his ear. He opened his mouth to ask a question when Wilkerson's fingers dipped behind Nolan's swelling knot and tugged. Nolan gasped and ground his cock against Wilkerson's rough hand, whimpering.
"You dogs get this neat little toy to play with. So sensitive, too... " His fingers held it with the sort of familiarity that made Nolan wonder. Just how many knots has he held? His fingers worked with his palm in short, quick tugs that made Nolan buck and moan. When his fingers retreated, Nolan whined and looked to the bear's face.
"You suck dick?" It took a moment for the question to register.
"Uh... " He looked down at the bear's cock in his hand. Bit late to get shy now, isn't it? Nolan nodded.
"Yeah." Wilkerson smiled and leaned in to nip at his neck. He bit a trail up tender underside of Nolan's neck.
"Stay." He whispered in Nolan's ear. He brushed the dog's hands aside and climbed out of bed. His disheveled sweats slid off his thighs and onto the floor. His shirt soon followed them. Nolan started to sit up, but Wilkerson pushed him right back down again.
"I told you to stay." He scolded with a smile.
Nolan laid there and waited, his eyes roaming up and down his naked form. Wilkerson walked to the head of the bed and put down a knee right beside Nolan's head. He swung his body across the doberman's and got into place above. Just what was going on didn't set in his mind until he felt Wilkerson's hands on his hips, pushing down his sweats and boxers.
"Sir?" He asked, and trembled. The bear's paw was already playing with his knot again. Nolan shuddered and nearly came when the Wilkerson's lips fell upon his cock. The drooling head of the captain's dick brushed across his nose, leaving a gooey, musky trail.
It wasn't the first time he'd been in a sixty nine, but he'd never had such a thick piece of meat in his mouth. He licked his lips, curled them back across his teeth and grabbed Wilkerson by his fat, veiny shaft. He took one last breath and engulfed the head.
The bear shuddered above him and drove his hips down, pressing more of it into his muzzle. The initial pain that came from his stretching jaw faded into a dull ache.
If his teeth grazed Wilkerson's fat dick when it hilted against his lips, the bear was not complaining. He closed his eyes and breathed in the masculine scent of the swollen balls resting on his nose. Wilkerson's scent was thick in the air between his thighs, filling Nolan's lungs with every breath.
He squeezed just behind the head of the bear's cock as his tongue rose and fell against it. The sound of their suckling, slurping lips seemed to echo off the walls of the small room, accompanied by the squeaks of the bed. The creaks became a metronome of sorts, setting the pace at which the two fucked each other's mouths. It grew louder and more urgent as they raced to their mutual peaks.
Nolan was the first to cum. His climax was heralded by a throaty growl and a powerful thrust that buried Wilkerson's nose in his short pubic fur. Wilkerson abruptly pulled on his knot so hard that he saw stars, his mind swimming in raw ecstasy. Each tug was rewarded with a wild buck of his hips and a muffled moan.
His climax had yet to fade when Wilkerson shifted his hips and stuffed his dick deep into his mouth. He nearly choked, but recovered, and wrapped his lips around the captain's cock just before he came. Nolan saw his plump nuts jump. The jets of cum erupted down into his mouth, bathing the back of his throat. He closed his eyes and swallowed each salty rope.
A small spurt caught him in the cheek as Wilkerson lifted himself off the doberman's face and fell onto the bed beside him. The warmth of the afterglow radiated throughout his body, and for the first time that night, the Nolan felt tired.
Neither of them had regained their breath when the station bells rang.