Static and Sparks

*Thank god.* I drop to my knees in front of him, my hands already working at his belt. *Need to taste him. Need to know him.* “Please,” I say again, looking up at him through my lashes. *Is this okay? Is this—*

“Fuck,” he groans, his head thumping back against the cabinet behind him. “Yeah. Fuck yes. Do it.”

I don’t need to be told twice. I yank his pants down, his boxers too, his dick springing free, hard and leaking against his belly. *Fuck, he’s big.* Not that I have a huge frame of reference, but still. *Fuck.* I lick my lips, my mouth watering at the sight. *Want it. Want it so bad.*

“Jamie,” Leo says again, his voice strained, and I realize I’ve been staring, just kneeling there, staring. *Right. Sorry.* I lean in, my breath ghosting over the head of his dick, making him shiver. *Good. So good.* I stick out my tongue, give a tentative lick, right over the slit. *Fuck. He tastes… fuck. Like salt and skin and something uniquely Leo, something I already know I’m never going to get enough of.*

*More.* I wrap my hand around the base of him, my lips closing around the head, sucking gently. *Fuck, he’s hard. Like steel in a velvet sleeve.* I can feel his pulse against my tongue, thick and heavy, and it’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever felt.

*That’s it. Suck it. Just like that.* I don’t know if it’s Leo’s voice or my own in my head, but I follow the instruction, taking him deeper, swallowing around him. *Fuck. Oh fuck. How is he—*

*Jesus, that’s enough.* I pull off with a gasp, my head spinning, my dick throbbing in my pants. *I need… I need…*

“Fuck, Jamie,” Leo groans, his hands sliding into my hair, tugging just a little. *Feels good. So good.* “Your mouth. Fuck, you’re good at this.”

*Am I?* I didn’t know. I’ve never… not like this. Not with someone I… *Don’t think about that. Don’t think about anything but him.* I dive back in, taking him deep, humming around him, my hands gripping his thighs to hold him still.

*Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.* I can feel him getting closer, his dick twitching on my tongue, his breathing going ragged above me. *Want it. Want to taste it.* I double my efforts, sucking harder, my tongue swirling around the head on every upstroke. *Come on. Come on. Give it to me.*

*No. No, I want—* Leo tugs at my hair, pulling me off him with a lewd pop. *Why—*

“Not like this,” he gasps, his chest heaving, his eyes wild. *His lips are swollen, his cheeks flushed, his hair a mess from my fingers. Fuck, he’s perfect.* “I want… I want you inside me when I go.”

*Oh.* My brain short-circuits, my dick giving a vicious throb in my pants. *Fuck. Fuck, yes. I want that. I want that so much.* “Yeah,” I rasp, surging to my feet. “Yeah, okay. Do you… do you have stuff?”

*Say yes. Please say yes.* I don’t know what I’ll do if he says no.

But Leo just nods, already digging in his pocket. *Thank god.* He comes up with a condom and a little packet of lube, holding them out to me like an offering. *Yes. Fuck yes.*

“Here?” I ask, my hands already working at my own belt. *Need to get these pants off. Need to be inside him.*

“Here,” Leo confirms, already shoving his own pants down, kicking them away. *Fuck, he’s… fuck.* All long lines and lean muscle, dusted with golden hair that catches the light. *Want to touch him. Want to map every inch of him with my tongue.*

*Later. Later I’ll lick him from head to toe. Right now…* I crowd him back against the counter, my dick in my hand, giving it a few lazy strokes. *Look at him. Spread out for me like a fucking feast.* “Turn around,” I growl, my voice barely recognizable. *Is that me? Fuck.*

Leo shivers, but he does what I say, turning to face the counter, bending over just a little, his ass tilting up. *Fuck. Look at that ass.* Round and firm and fucking perfect, the muscles flexing as he shifts his weight. *Need to touch.* I reach out, my hands smoothing over the curve of it, squeezing, pulling him open. *Fuck, he’s… fuck. Pretty pink hole, just waiting for me.* I trace a finger down his crack, circling that tight pucker, feeling him shudder under my touch. *Fuck, he’s sensitive. So fucking sensitive.*

*More. I need more.* I tear open the lube, slicking my fingers, pressing one inside him. *Tight. So fucking tight.* “Fuck,” Leo groans, his head dropping down, his hands clenching on the counter. *Good. So good.*

I work him open quick and dirty, my own need riding me too hard for finesse. *Sorry. Sorry, baby.* I add a second finger, scissoring them, stretching him, getting him ready. *So hot inside. Like molten velvet.* “Okay?” I grit out, my jaw clenched so tight I’m surprised my teeth don’t crack.

“Yeah,” Leo pants, pushing back against my hand. *Fuck, he’s greedy for it. So fucking greedy.* “More. Give me more.”

*I’ll give you everything.* I add a third finger, fucking into him hard, my eyes locked on the way he opens up for me, the way he takes it. *So good. So fucking good.* “Fuck, look at you. Look at you take it.”

*Mine. All mine.* I pull my fingers out, my hands shaking as I roll the condom on, slicking myself up. *Okay. Okay. You can do this. You can—*

The alarm goes off, shrill and piercing, making us both jump about a mile. *No. No, no, no.* I want to scream, want to punch something, want to say to hell with the call and just fuck him anyway. *But I can’t. I can’t. It’s who we are.*

“Fuck,” Leo groans, his head thumping against the cabinet again. *He sounds as wrecked as I feel.* “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

*I know, baby. I know.* I press a quick, hard kiss to the back of his neck, my nose burying in his hair for just a second. *Coconut and something else, something uniquely Leo.* “Later,” I say, my voice rough, wrecked. *It’s a promise. A threat. A vow.* “We’re not done here.”

*Not by a long shot.* I pull away, yanking my pants up, doing up my belt with shaking hands. *Fuck, my dick is going to have a permanent zipper imprint.* “Be safe,” I tell him, my voice still not quite steady. *Please, be safe. Come back to me.*

Leo nods, already pulling his own pants on, his expression tight, focused. *The nurse, not the man.* “You too,” he says, his voice clipped, professional. *Gone is the man who was writhing under my hands just moments ago, replaced by the consummate professional, the man who has a job to do.* “I’ll… I’ll see you after.”

*After.* I nod, grabbing my gear, heading for the door. *After.*

The call is a bad one, a multi-car pileup on the highway, and by the time we get back to the house, I’m running on fumes, my adrenaline reserves well and truly depleted. I should be thinking about my patients, about the paperwork I still need to file, about the debriefing I’ll need to give Cap in the morning. Instead, all I can think about is Jamie, about the way he looked at me in that break room, about the way he touched me, like he was starving and I was the first meal he’d had in weeks.

*I want him. I want him so bad I can taste it, metallic and bright on my tongue.*

I find him in the bunk room, stripping out of his turnout gear, his movements stiff, jerky. *There you are.* I cross to him, my hands reaching for him before I can stop myself. *Mine. He’s mine.* “Hey,” I say, my voice soft, careful. *Don’t spook him. Don’t—*

He turns to look at me, and the raw fear in his eyes hits me like a punch to the gut. *Oh, baby. No.* “Leo, I—” he starts, but I cut him off before he can say whatever it is he’s thinking, whatever poison he’s been brewing in that gorgeous head of his.

“Don’t,” I say, my voice firmer now. *Listen to me, Jamie. Hear me.* “Don’t you dare apologize, or tell me this was a mistake, or whatever bullshit you’ve been telling yourself for the past few hours.”

*You think I don’t know? I can see it written all over your face.* He flinches, just a little, and I soften, my hands coming up to frame his face, my thumbs stroking over the sharp lines of his cheekbones. *Look at you. So damn beautiful it hurts.*

“We… we almost got caught, Leo,” he says, his voice raw, wrecked. *I know, baby. I know.* “If that alarm hadn’t gone off—”