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After a tough shift that ended with a brutal call, everyone was drained, emotions were high, and Blue Bennings knew just how he was going to blow off steam.
He pretended to busy himself while he observed Ryan across the locker room where he was pointedly ignoring Blue’s presence—as per usual—shoving things into his bag with far more force than necessary. Hot, Sexy Modern Cowboy™ Ryan, who he so often found himself watching with an intense longing, who avoided Blue like he carried the plague. With whom he shared a father, and didn’t that just complicate things?
Now, they were the only two people left at the station—everyone else fleeing for home just as soon as they’d returned from their final call—Blue had lingered waiting on Ryan.
Despite their familial connection, and, as enticing as Ryan was, Blue didn’t really know the guy and still couldn’t get a solid read on him. Ryan was uptight, sure, a real cocky bastard and a bit of a know-it-all, Daddy’s little kiss ass. And most glaringly apparent, not a fan of Blue’s—yet still always watching him, observing with a palpable tension. But who Ryan was as a person? Yet to be determined. Fortunately, Blue rarely concerned himself with trivial things like personality, certainly not when they lived behind a face, inside a body, such as Ryan’s.
Blue crossed the room, grabbed a hold of the door to the locker Ryan had been about to slam and found himself the target of the redirected rage.
“What the fuck is your problem?” Ryan pulled the door back again, knocking Blue off, and successfully slammed the door, then scowled as it clattered back open.
Blue smirked and closed the locker door softly and leaned against it, positioning himself so that he was blocking Ryan from the exit.
“Let’s do something,” Blue gave Ryan's shoulder a friendly nudge.
Ryan shrugged Blue off. “I can think of a few things for you to do,” he said with venom.
Blue was unperturbed, he dragged his falling hand down Ryan’s toned bicep, his fingers burning with the touch and leaving goosebumps in their wake.
“Let’s go out to the pole,” Blue made his voice low and husky, suggestive, and Ryan shifted ever so slightly closer to him. “I’ll put on a show for you.” He punctuated his words with a light squeeze to Ryan’s arm.
Ryan stood frozen and slackjawed for a few moments before taking a stumbling step back, Blue tore his eyes from where they had been locked on Ryan's lips.
“What the hell, man?” Ryan demanded, but the quiver in his voice betrayed him.
Blue pushed off the locker and followed him back. “I know you feel it too.” Ryan shook his head. “I see the way you look at me, the way you watch me. Want me.”
They were up against the far wall now, Blue brought up an arm, boxing Ryan in but leaving him an out—an out Blue knew he wouldn’t take.
“We’re brothers,” Ryan said, as if to convince himself rather than Blue. But he didn’t deny anything and that was all that mattered.
“Half brothers.” Blue corrected. There was a difference.
Ryan, though, waved a hand as if to emphasize the point.
“How much is half, really?” Blue brought his hand around the back of Ryan's head and ran his fingers through his hair.
“Fifty percent,” he mumbled, so quiet, like hadn’t wanted to be heard. And then, with a desperate plea in his voice, he whispered, “Blue…”
And Blue couldn’t restrain himself any longer, his lips were colliding with Ryan's like some force had drawn them together.
He had no idea whether Ryan’s plea had come from a place of lust or a last-ditch effort to put a stop to things, he only knew that, for a few glorious moments, Ryan was kissing him back. Then he pulled away.
It was over all too fast, and Ryan looked everywhere but at Blue. He tried to hide his shaking hands behind his back, but Blue had seen them. He’d done that. He needed to do it again. He needed to kiss Ryan more than he needed to breathe air into his lungs.
“Ry,” Blue encouraged Ryan to meet his eyes, tilting Ryan’s head back toward himself with a gentle hand on his chin. “Hey–”
But Ryan moved first, swallowing the words with his own frantic mouth, just as hungry for more.
They lost track of time this way, lost in each other, in the soft skin of kiss bruised lips, in every desperate sound of pleasure, the hesitant touches of something unexplored. Then Ryan reached Blue’s belt and everything came to a halt.
Chests heaving with stolen breath, they stared at each other for a moment, the inches between them felt like miles. Then Ryan broke the silence.
“We can’t.” It came out like a question.
“No one would know,” Blue promised. “No one will know.” He flopped a hand around in the inches of spaces between them.
“We know,” Ryan frowned.
“And?” Blue asked. “You’re giving me Blue balls here,” he chuckled in an attempt to lighten the tension. Ryan simply stared, unimpressed with the bad joke. Blue sighed, “It doesn’t have to be a whole thing, it’s not like we're actually brothers.”
“But we are!” Ryan was becoming frantic now. Blue reached out to calm him but his hand was swatted away. “We are brothers, as much as you deny it half is still more than not at all. A hell of a lot more. It’s– It’s half!”
“Okay!” Blue grabbed Ryan’s shoulders and gave him a slight shake. “Okay. What if we only go halfway then?”
Ryan paused, brow furrowed as he thought it over. “Huh…” He chewed his lip as he chose his words. “So like, what? No penetration?”
“No,” Blue quickly interjected. “No. Definitely penetration.” He shook his head and tried to think of an alternative plan, there wasn’t a world in which he’d give up being inside Ryan after coming so close.
“We can’t. That’s like... incest.”
“Half!”
Ryan scoffed.
“It’s not like I’m gonna knock you up.”
“Well, no, but—”
“Listen, we can just,” Blue fumbled with his hands as he searched for the words to explain. “We’ll do penetration. We just– We won’t do anything else. Just put it in. We won’t, like, thrust or anything. That way it doesn’t really count.”
“Huh. So, kind of like the Mormons do?” Ryan asked, his eyes lighting with hope.
“Exactly, yeah.” Blue nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah. A tried-and-true plan.”
“That,” Ryan bit his lip then nodded, meeting Blue’s eyes with a small smile. “That could work.”
Blue was overjoyed, he couldn’t fight the urge to kiss Ryan, their teeth clashing through their beaming smiles.
In the end their method proved successful, it worked wonders for them. All they had to do was drive the firetruck out to the bumpy backroads where, wrapped up in each other, mind and body intertwined, the rough roads would do the work they couldn’t do themselves, and they would simply cruise to completion.
And it didn’t even count, they’d found the perfect loophole.