Free Fireman Dodge by Penelope Rivers Page A

inferno, but there was panic in his sparkling green eyes. The dark smoke was already beginning to fill up the area, choking the blonde, and Dodge knew that he must do what he was trained to: rescue people.
                 
    With one fowl swoop of his well-toned body, he jumped up off of the bar and propelled himself forward into the now flaming dance floor. He leapt over the wall of flame, ignoring the fact that his hand had gotten seared in the process, and looked at the beautiful blonde who was glistening with sweat. Dodge tried to get the blonde to move, but he wouldn’t.
                 
    Dodge glanced in terror at the 6’5 man that he was trying to save and sized himself up. Though he was muscular, he was only 6’0 and would have a great deal of trouble getting the man to go into the flame. Still, regardless of that, Dodge lunged forward and let out a war enraged cry, grasping the blonde underneath the small of his back and knocking his feet out from underneath him. Once again, his body straining as he did so, Dodge lunged forward through the flames with sweat licking his used-to-be-best clothes.              
                 
    Suddenly, the blonde let out a loud yelp as his own shirt and jacket caught on fire, and Dodge hissed underneath his breath, coughing and thinking, He sure is a looker, but in a fire he’s about as useful as a wooden plank soaked with alcohol. Dodge lunged forward, yanking off the man’s clothing, revealing a sweaty, thin, limber body underneath.
                 
    Dodge pulled off his black shirt as well, coughing and panting, as he said, “Press this over your face and breathe into it.”
                 
    Nodding numbly, the blonde pressed Dodge’s black shirt to his face.
                 
    Coughing worse than ever and fearing smoke inhalation, Dodge finally found the glistening exit sign even with his burning, agonized eyes. They burst through the door and into the fresh air just as glistening red lights came around the corner, and Dodge exhaled a sigh of relief and of pain.
                 
    After Dodge had finally recovered, he turned towards the tall blonde that was shirtless from the waist up and was glistening with sweat. He looked down at himself, realizing that he must have looked the same, and swore loudly. Still, this was no time for his vanity.
                 
    “Are you okay?” Dodge panted. “You look a little shell-shocked.”
             
    Though the blonde had previously worn a business suit and had a very polite, formal appearance, his eyes got all sparkly and he leapt into Dodge’s arms princess-style as he cried out, “My hero!”
             
    “Eh?” asked Dodge in shock, looking into two glistening green eyes.
                 
    “I’ve always wanted to be rescued,” he said to Fireman Dodge, “I’m Norman, but you can call me Norm. You’re my hero!”
             
    The next thing that Dodge knew, Norm was kissing him square on the mouth, tongue and all. Almost immediately, Dodge felt himself react as the smell of sweat and fire — something that now caused adrenaline to rush through his veins due to repeated job-related exposure — filled his nostrils. I shouldn’t be feeling this , Dodge thought darkly, his heart beating hard, but I’ll be damned if this strange guy isn’t the best kisser that I’ve ever had.
                 
    Norm pulled away, eyes sparkling brightly at Dodge with utter admiration. Smiling, Norm murmured, “Thank you.”
                 
    The police and fire department are here, so I should be making a report. Instead, I’m thinking about having sex with the shirtless guy that I just rescued that has a princess complex , thought Dodge blearily, his head pounding. As he stared into Norm’s bright, sparkling green eyes, Dodge felt his resolve weakening.