Out of the Blue

Out of the Blue

By RJ Jones

Copyright

Out Of The Blue

© 2015 RJ Jones.

Cover Artist

© 2015 LC Chase.

Editor

Erika Orrick

First Edition March 2015

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED:

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of author imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Cover content is for illustrative purposes only and any person depicted on the cover is a model.

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WARNING

Intended for an 18+ audience only. This book contains material that maybe offensive to some and is intended for a mature, adult audience. It contains graphic language, homosexual relations, explicit sexual content and adult situations.

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For NB

For the encouragement and support you can only receive from the best of friends. For all the laughter and the tears, but especially the laughter.

Cameron

“So, Cam, tell me what’s been happening with you. I hardly see you anymore.”

Caroline was right, I didn’t see her very much, she might be Jake’s best friend but my path didn’t cross with hers very often. Even during my short time at Berkeley where Jake and I met, I didn’t see a lot of her.

Jake squeezed my thigh and my heart thumped, his touch made my skin hum every time, even after nine years together.

“Hey, I thought this dinner was about me?” Jake quipped. He had a point. We were celebrating Jake’s promotion to Senior Financial Analyst. I was so proud I could burst. We were having a last-minute celebratory dinner with Caroline, albeit an early one as I was on night shift.

“Babe, narcissism doesn’t sit well on you. Me, on other hand…”

“Jake, honey, Cam’s right. Narcissism clashes with your skin tone.” Caroline’s eyes flashed with mock disgust. She turned her hopeful gaze on me as she leaned across the table. “Cameron. Babe. Tell me about the guys at the fire station. Any hot single ones?”

“So that’s why you came out tonight?” Jake teased. “You want Cam to set you up with one of his colleagues?”

“Of course. You’ve got yourself a hot firefighter, why can’t I have one?”

Jake rubbed his thumb along the inside seam of my jeans and my cock hardened. He knew what he was doing and he moved his fingers a little farther north under the table. So hot. I wondered if we could get the dessert to-go.

Jake’s dark brown hair was just long enough for me to get a good grip and his bright blue eyes grew that little bit lighter when he came. I wondered briefly who would top, I didn’t care as long as I could the see the change in his eyes.

“You two are incredible. You’re not sticking around for dessert, are you?” Caroline rolled her eyes as she sipped her wine.

Jake chuckled and when our eyes met my cock pressed harder against my zipper. I shifted in my seat. I knew that look. Jake didn’t instigate sex very often, he didn’t need to with me, and he wasn’t very dominant in bed, but holy shit, when he was….

Jake laughed at the needy whine that escaped my lips and promised Caroline we would stay for dessert. He purposely dragged our time out to tease me and I told him to order something small. Or preferably to-go. They were both still laughing at me when the desserts arrived, their wine consumption doing its bit.

I opened my eyes as Jake straddled my thighs and pulled rapidly on his cock. He had fucked me into oblivion and as I was coming down from my blissed-out high, he looked at me with that lusty, almost-there gaze that sent my pulse skyrocketing. Jake tugged faster and through his eyes I could see the telltale pressure building in his spine. I wanted him to paint my chest with his come so it mingled with mine. Even though I knew I’d take a shower before I left for the station, I wanted to remember it.

When we met during college, and before we even spoke, I couldn’t take my eyes off him. Jake was it for me, I knew I had found my home with him, and after nine years together, he still made my blood burn. Jake was coming down from a high after his promotion, and he couldn’t wait to get me under him. I loved it when he took charge as he didn’t do it often. Dominant Jake was so freaking hot.

“Fuck, Romeo. What you do to me.” Jake’s words slurred a little with his impending release.

“Come on me, babe… come all over me.”

Jake loved it when I talked dirty and he came hard, his come splashed my chest and abs as he fell over the inevitable edge. When he collapsed on top of me, I ran my hands across his back in soothing circles, encouraging his breathing to slow as our combined come smeared between us.

“You sure you have to work tonight?” Jake murmured against my neck as he kissed me. He tasted my skin and made needy noises against my collarbone as he moved south and kissed a path to my nipple.

“Uh… babe. If you keep doing that…” Jake sucked a hardened bud into his mouth and scraped his teeth against it. “Ungh, babe, I’m not twenty-two anymore, and I need my energy for shift tonight.” Jake didn’t believe me and continued his path south, making circles with his tongue in the drying come on my stomach. I grabbed his hair and tugged gently. “Come and have a shower with me. You can help me get clean.”

Jake pouted. “I’m helping you get clean now.”

Half an hour and another orgasm each later, he kissed me goodbye as I left for work. “I love you, Romeo. See you in the morning. Feel free to wake me with a blowjob.”

I walked to work thinking life didn’t get any better.

Cameron

I toed off my boots after entering our apartment and tried not to think about the accident I’d been called to during my night shift. I ran a trembling hand through my hair as I tried to shake the unfamiliar feeling that had settled in my chest.

My team and I had arrived at a multivehicle accident at a bend of the Bayshore Freeway. We were one of the closest fire stations so were one of the first responders to the scene. Ten vehicles were involved. I don’t know what had caused the accident, but a large truck was flipped on its side after crashing through a barrier. Another truck had jackknifed and appeared to have taken out several other vehicles before coming to rest against the first truck. Several vehicles had crashed into the trucks and each other, and tire marks on the road indicated a lot of heavy braking. Bent and broken cars stretched across all four lanes.

Twisted metal and acidic smoke were everywhere. Fumes from punctured gas tanks made my eyes burn. Shattered glass crunched underfoot. The lights from other emergency vehicles were bright against the night sky as they flashed off the crumpled metal. Everywhere I looked there was complete carnage, and terrified screams came from every direction. For a split second, I didn’t know whom to help first.

Adrenaline rushed through my veins, and I ran to the nearest vehicle, which luckily hadn’t caught fire. It was flipped upside-down, resting on its roof. Every window was smashed, and one of the doors had been ripped from the body of the car. Crouching to peer inside, I steeled myself as I saw a thirtysomething brunette dangling in her seat, held only by her seat belt. Her arms were twisted and her neck was at an odd angle. A smear of blood on the windshield matched the cut on her forehead. Focusing on the job, I placed my fingers on the pulse point at her throat to be sure, but she was gone.

A passenger in the backseat caught my attention, and I shifted to get a better look. There were dull stabs in my knees from the crushed glass, but I hardly felt it, as what I saw made me scramble backward and fall on my ass, scraping my palms.

Blood rushed in my ears, and I couldn’t seem to draw a breath. My vision blurred. My fingers tingled, and any coherent thoughts stopped. I’d never had a panic attack, but I imagined this is what one felt like.

Held in place by his seat belt was a young boy about ten years old. His chocolate brown hair was saturated on one side with what seemed to be most of his blood, and the coppery smell overpowered that of the burning gas. A large piece of metal was embedded in his neck; by the amount of blood that pooled below him, it had severed his carotid artery, coating the takeout that was now littered across the roof of the car.

I couldn’t look away; I couldn’t drag my eyes away from this boy, who had been getting takeout with his mom for dinner. Maybe they were headed home after baseball practice. I didn’t know why they were on the road, and it didn’t matter now. My blood continued to race through my veins until my skin tingled and my chest squeezed tight with the effort to breathe.

As I struggled to fill my lungs with oxygen, the screams and shouts started to fade, the flashing of the emergency lights ceased to matter.

I sat on the ground, motionless, cradling my head in my hands. God, why couldn’t I breathe properly? I’d seen worse, but there was something about this boy that had my brain scrambled.

“Lieutenant Cooper, over here!” Kris, a recent transfer, shouted in the distance, his voice barely audible from the other side of the wrecked cars.

“Dammit, Cooper! Where’s your head at? Cameron! For fuck’s sake, I need help over here,” Kris shouted.

Oh shit!
I’m
Lieutenant Cooper.
I didn’t have time to dwell on what I’d seen. I had to get control of myself as people needed my help. I shook my head to refocus and forced myself not to look at the young boy with those expressive dead eyes.

There was nothing I could do except say a prayer that it had been quick and painless. The tingling in my hands remained, and they trembled violently. I stood, and while attempting to still my hands, I pulled out a black tag from my kit, which indicated no survivors, and stuck it to the front wheel.

For the next few hours, I made myself remain cool and detached and helped everyone I could. It wasn’t that I didn’t care, I did; you couldn’t do this job if you didn’t give a shit about the human race. But you had to detach the part of yourself that made it personal, or you’d go crazy. Sometimes I did go a little mental, reliving different calls I’d been on, seeing the worst of humanity, but sometimes the best as well. The few nightmares I’d had didn’t help with my sleep patterns, especially after a stint of night shifts, and I knew I’d be seeing that young boy’s blank stare for a long time to come.

I’d found out the boy’s name was James Montague. It was unfamiliar, but I still saw his face, his hair, and especially his eyes, as I dragged my dog-tired ass home.

The trembling in my hands never stopped.

I was exhausted coming off that brutal night shift, and it was a little past dawn as I crept down the hallway to the bathroom, stripping off my clothes as I went. Jake wasn’t due to get up for work yet, and I slipped into the bathroom for a shower without waking him, but not before I checked that he was safe and asleep in bed where he was supposed to be. I sighed with relief. Even after traveling home, I still couldn’t shake the image of the dead boy in the car. I had showered at the firehouse, but I could still smell smoke, blood and death on me. The faint aroma of fuel seemed to cling to my pores.

I turned on the shower without stepping in and waited for the water to warm up. I looked in the mirror above the sink, I looked like hell. Yeah, it was a tough night—one of the worst—and my body ached all over. The mirror fogged up as I stared blankly at myself, which was my cue to move. I adjusted the temperature and stepped into the shower, bracing my hands against the tile. I closed my eyes as the warm water sluiced down my back, offering relief to my aching muscles. All I wanted was to shower and climb into my comfortable bed with Jake’s nice warm body.

I’d never needed anybody as much as I needed Jake. He kept me grounded when my job made me want to fall apart, like it did last night. Being a firefighter in a large city could take its toll on your mental health sometimes, and I’d seen some things that no one should ever see. From car wrecks to suicides, house fires to machinery accidents, some images never left you.