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you stopped to eat."
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Chance stared at him. This wasn't typical; Tucker knew
better than anyone did what it was like when things were too
busy to even take a piss, much less find time to call home.
"Didn't C shift tell you where we were?"
Tucker studied his fingernails. "I called. They said they
said a captain went down and they didn't know who. Called
both hospitals and they wouldn't tell me."
Oh. Chance had nearly forgotten, the incident lost among
his exhaustion and desire to get home. "It was Sheridan. Not
me."
"Well, I didn't fuckin' know, now did I?"
Chance reached out a hand and curved it briefly around
Tucker's jaw. "It wasn't me," he said again. "I wasn't even in
the building."
Tucker leaned into the touch briefly before pulling away.
"Yeah. I got that. M'outta here, I'll see you at home." He
pushed past Chance and took off down the hall, heading
toward the back door and the parking lot.
Chance followed him, all thoughts of a shower forgotten.
"Hey," he said, once they'd reached the row of cars in the
dark lot. Tucker ignored him and unlocked the door of his
truck, so Chance tried again. "Tucker. Tuck. Stop a second."
Chance reached for his arm before Tucker could climb behind
the wheel. "I'm sorry you worried. But it was fucking crazy
over there; I barely had time to eat or anything. Christ, you
know how it is, right?"
Tucker looked up, eyes flashing in the darkness. "All I
know is that I spent three fuckin' hellish hours sittin' in your
office, waitin' to find out if you were hurt. Nobody would tell
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me anything at the goddamned hospitals 'cause I ain't your
fuckin' flesh and blood. That's fucked up." He was breathing
hard and still had one foot inside the cab of his truck, ready
to bolt. "Don't nobody try to tell me we ain't fuckin' family
just 'cause we ain't like the rest of middle fuckin' America."
Chance couldn't be mad at him. Tucker knew how it went
during a fire, he'd been on plenty of them, but Chance was
aware of what worry could do to common sense. It changed
the whole perspective of things. It was obviously up to him to
calm some fears; otherwise, Chance knew the rest of the
night would be spent with someone on the couch and
someone alone in bed.
"Tucker," he said, keeping his tone soft and tugging gently
at Tucker's arm so he had to step out of the truck. "Listen.
Let it go, all right? I'm good." He leaned in and nuzzled at the
soft spot under Tucker's ear, darting his tongue out for a
taste. Chance felt Tucker's breathing catch for a second
before resuming at a calmer rate. "Are you going to take me
home with you, or what?"
"Your car's here," Tucker said, closing his eyes when
Chance continued to mouth the skin.
"So drop me off on your way to work tomorrow." He bit
down lightly and was rewarded with a hand on his waistband,
fingers curling underneath his shirt.
"Get in."
* * * *
His erection had returned with a vengeance by the time
they made it home, and once inside the foyer, Tucker kicked
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the door shut with his foot and put both hands on Chance's
filthy t-shirt. "Bedroom," he demanded, pushing.
Chance spared a glance for the shower as Tucker propelled
him into the bedroom. "I should clean up," he said doubtfully,
but even he knew he didn't want to waste the time. Unless
Tucker came with him, of course.
"No," Tucker said, crawling onto the bed and pulling
Chance with him. "Later. 'Sides, you smell like fire."
Chance grinned and arched his neck when Tucker leaned
down to suck a mark into the side of his throat. "I smell like
sweat."
"That too. But mostly fire."
"Yeah? You like it?" His breath caught when Tucker's teeth
worried at the mark he was making.
"Holy fuck, yes. And you do, too. Don't tell me you didn't
get hard as soon as you smelled it this morning." Tucker left
the spot on his neck and moved across to Chance's
breastbone, dragging his tongue as he went and leaving cool
trails that dried almost as soon as the air hit them.
"Maybe."
Tucker chuckled and paused in his licking to put his nose
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