[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Romance, M/M, HEA]
Jack “Tag” Taglieri is stuck in a rut. His everyday life of fighting fires and no social life is beginning to wear on his nerves. The building tension isn’t just getting to him, but his brothers in the firehouse are starting to notice as well. Being a fireman, his head always has to be in the game, with no distractions from his personal life. Walt Newcome is a nurse still trying to put his personal life back together again after yet another failed relationship. At his wit's end with all men in general, he isn’t sure if he should give up entirely or just stop trying. When Tag is injured in a warehouse fire and Walt is the nurse charged with his care, the question isn’t whether or not Walt will help him on his road to recovery. The question is who will end up healing who as the two become much closer than mere patient and nurse.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Taylor Brooks is a Siren-exclusive author.
Walt opened the door to the bathroom and turned on the light. “Easy. Just like you did when you were a little boy and your mother was teaching you how to use the big boy potty.”
Walt laughed. “Just sit down on the toilet. Point, and aim. Easy peasy.”
“Oh.” Tag joined him in laughing at himself. “Sorry. It’s been a long time since then.”
Walt helped settle him on the seat and hung the IV bag on the wall hook next to the toilet. It was then when he started to walk out of the bathroom that Tag stopped him by tugging on his hand.
“Are you okay?”
“I just wanted to say thank you.”
Walt offered him a sincere smile. Even with the remnants of soot which still outlined his face and his mussed up hair, the fireman was not only charming, but incredibly polite. Whoever managed to hook him was one lucky man, or woman.
“You don’t have to thank me. I’m here to help.”
“I know, but…I like your help.”
Walt’s pulse began to race when Tag gently rubbed his thumb across the front of his hand. If he didn’t know any better, he would swear that the room temperature shot up a good twenty degrees in the past few seconds.
“I’m glad I can be here to help you,” Walt replied and quietly closed the door.
I’m glad I can be here to help you? What the hell was that? Nicely done, Walt. He sounded like a damn idiot. This was why he didn’t date much. He sucked at talking to people he was attracted to.
He stood on the other side of the bathroom door while he waited for Tag to finish. Walt used the time to collect his thoughts and get his head out of the clouds. The fireman was just being nice to him. That’s all there was to it. The gentle brush of his finger on his hands was nothing more than a patient thanking his nurse. Nothing more, nothing less.
The flush of the toilet woke him from his daydreams. “All finished?” he called to the other side of the door.
“Yeah, just give me a second.”
All finished. What was that? Stupid, asinine comment number two in as many minutes? Good Lord, Walt. If you keep this up, you’re liable to label yourself a complete and total nimrod in no time at all.
The distress in Tag’s voice worried Walt. Abruptly he opened the door to see what had happened.
Tag was leaning over the sink, holding on with so much force that his knuckles were white. His expression looked grim as he stared at his reflection.
“What’s wrong? Did you lose your balance? Are you okay?”
“Have you seen me? I am two shades away from looking like death. Even my five o’clock shadow looks grungy.”
Walt sighed. “Are you serious? You scared me. I thought…” He shook his head. “Never mind what I thought. Let’s get you back to bed.”
“No.” Tag looked at him in the looking glass. “Tell me. What did you think?”
“I thought you hurt yourself.”
“And that worried you?”
Walt felt himself being sucked in to his patient. This gorgeous fireman who was injured in the line of duty and, despite his haggard appearance, was the sexiest man he’d seen in a very long time. He had to stop his mind from getting carried away and put some professional distance between the two of them.
“You’re my patient. It’s my job to take care of you.”
“Oh. Yeah. I know that.”
The patient he tried to distance himself from suddenly seemed all too real. He could almost swear he saw disappointment in his eyes. Had it been his imagination? What was it about this man that made him off balance?
“So, are you ready to get back in bed?”
He wanted to kick himself for the way he worded the question. For some reason everything he said seemed to come out wrong, have a different context or a hidden meaning, too.
“Can you help me get a little cleaned up first? I feel like death warmed over.”
“Sure. Give me just a second.”
Walt went out to the cabinet adjacent to Tag’s bed and got two washcloths and a small, trial-size bottle of their all-in-one soap. He then went back into the bathroom and set the items down next to the sink.
“Here, let’s get you seated back down while I warm up the water.”
He put down the lid cover and helped Tag get settled on the seat before turning on the water. The steam rose after only a minute, and he turned on the cold to adjust it to the perfect temperature of hot, just not scalding.
Unfolding the washcloth and laying it in the sink, he did his best to ignore the hairs which stood up on the back of his neck. He was being watched. He could feel Tag’s eyes on him as sure as he could feel the warmth of the water. Then he squirted a liberal amount of soap into the wet washcloth and picked it up, squeezing the excess water and allowing the suds to work into every inch of the terry cloth.
When he turned to look at Tag he hadn’t been wrong. His chocolate-brown eyes were piercing him with an intent stare. What he wouldn’t give to know what the man was thinking.
Walt’s blue eyes pierced his. Like an electric charge he could almost feel a jolt from the shocking way they held his gaze. He nervously swallowed the lump which filled in his throat. Anxiety washed over him as he considered the words he’d just said.
“Jesus, say something.”
“I–I’m not sure what to say,” Walt answered.
He looked down in shame. He was right. What did Tag really expect him to say anyway? Here the man was just doing his job and taking care of a patient. Who the hell did he think he was to…he stopped from chastising himself when he caught sight of what was before him. There was a bump in Walt’s trousers. The thin fabric of his hospital scrubs showed a definite protrusion.
His eyes shot back up at Walt, whose expression showed embarrassment and confusion. Maybe Tag hadn’t been wrong after all. At least not wrong about the attraction. He knew he sensed something between them, despite the way they met and where they were.
He was torn with what to do as they stayed motionless. Each of their eyes were fixed on the other’s as that cloud of tension built around them. Even with his weak and sore body Tag could still feel his lust for Walt building with every passing second.
Tag couldn’t help himself. He hadn’t been this turned on by someone in…hell, he didn’t even know how long. Had he ever been this turned on by someone before? His cock was throbbing and was painfully hard underneath the thin hospital gown which covered him. He raised his hand and touched the bump in Walt’s pants.
Jesus. He wasn’t wrong. Walt cock was hard and growing harder by the second as he cupped him in his hand. Tag wrapped his hand around the length of Walt’s dick through his pants. The thick feel of his cock was Tag’s undoing. He forgot any sense of right or wrong when he felt the powerful presence of a hard dick in his hands.
“Oh God, Tag. What are we doing?” Walt whispered.
Tag looked up at his hot nurse. The lust he saw mirrored his emotions. They both wanted each other. Their attraction for one another was too strong to ignore. The truth of it was, Tag didn’t want to ignore it. He wanted to embrace it, relish in it, and take it for all it was worth.
“What we both want,” Tag answered.
Walt’s chest heaved underneath that pressure storm which was building around them. He looked scared and nervous. Tag wanted to hold him, kiss him, and tell him not to worry, but he was sure his breath left something to be desired.
He didn’t want to lose this moment though. No way in hell would he take this kind of gift for granted. It was just the two of them, no one else. Walt needed him. He could see it in his striking, blue eyes. His physical condition mattered little. All Tag wanted was to show him how sexy he was.
Tag lifted the hem of Walt’s hospital shirt and placed a gentle but warm and wet kiss to his stomach. His abdomen was sprinkled with dark, curly hairs which matched the color of the hair on his head. His skin was fair just like the rest of him, but a four-inch scar on his left side caught Tag’s attention. He trailed his tongue over it, lingering over the puffy, pink skin which carried the mark of whatever surgery he had.
Tag reached around to Walt’s ass. He cupped his cheeks and gently massaged them in each hand as he continued to lavish kisses on the man’s flat stomach. He allowed himself to enjoy the moment for a while longer before he slowly trailed his hands back to the front.
He looked up at Walt and stared into his eyes when he grabbed onto the drawstring of his pants. In the short span of a few minutes his nurse’s cock had grown that much harder. It was now standing at attention through his trousers, announcing to anyone who could see that he was there and ready to fuck.
The idea shot through his body and straight down to his already hard cock. He was so horny for this man but couldn’t help himself from going slow and enjoying every second with his nurse.
When the tie came loose on Walt’s pants, Tag reached around and let his hands feel the bare skin of his ass. His cheeks were so smooth and felt perfectly proportioned for his hands. Images of having Walt bent over while he kissed his lover’s ass and licked his hole only enticed his already raging desire.
Tag’s hunger for Walt’s cock was growing with every passing second. He had his cock sucked more times than he could count but had only done it to a few lovers in his entire life. There was something about this man which made him ache to give him oral pleasure. He felt famished, like nothing in the world could curb his appetite like this man’s cock.
Impatience overcame him, and suddenly he burst into action. He had to have him. He had to taste him.
Tag pulled at the hospital scrubs which still annoyingly remaining in place, almost held up by the erection which teased him. He yanked them down and watched in glorious amazement as the thick, engorged flesh of Walt’s erection nearly hit him in the face when it sprang free from its confines.
A drop of pre-cum sat on the tip. It glistened in the dimly lit bathroom. It was a tease. No different than dangling a meatball in front of a starving tiger.
“Jesus. You’re so fucking beautiful,” Tag whispered while looking up at Walt.
“I–I’m so–I don’t know–I’ve never.” Walt’s words came out in stutters. His face was flushed, and his breaths were rapid.
“Baby, shh…it’s okay. Let me take care of you.”