Desmond Chase stood in the middle of the huge garage and carefully turned around in a precise circle. "Well," he said finally, knowing that there were three sets of eyes on him, waiting for him to say something -- anything -- about the notion of people choosing to live in a former fire station. "Well, you'll have interesting acoustics, for certain." A Torquere Press Chaser - 1 .
Dave laughed, but Archer was nodding, his smile more knowing and appreciative than Dave's amusement. "I came in here one morning and yelled, just to test that." "You so did not." Dave's laugh turned incredulous. "You've been with me almost every morning!" "You were here," Archer explained with a grin. He pointed to the door that led the way to what had been the offices and classrooms when the fire station had been operational. "Remember? I sent you to measure the last room down the hall, so we could figure out if the weight bench would fit in there. And then I yelled for you." Desmond approved. "Very sneaky." Archer grinned at him, his All-American-Boy charm looking distinctly out of place given the conversation. "I liked it. Better than just screaming and having the neighbors call the police about the crazy guy living next door. Best to get that taken care of before there's actually a person chained to the wall or something." He sent a wink toward Wyatt, who promptly dropped his eyes and smiled. Desmond watched Dave roll his eyes and look away, his brow furrowed as he thought about something. Des was doing that a lot, he knew; watching Dave think. Watching Dave, really. It was a pleasant thing to do, and Des firmly believed that a man owed it to himself to allow a little watching. After all, there were limited things of beauty in the world, and if he was lucky enough to have some around him, he should look. Between Wyatt and Dave, Des' eyes were happy. "You know, it really won't be that big a deal to put a loft in since we need to redo the floor." Dave was looking up at the high ceiling. "The support posts can go in with the new concrete slab." Wyatt looked at the floor under their feet and frowned. "Why do you need to redo the floor?" "Mostly because of the oil stains." Archer pointed. "And we need to have all the drains inspected before we cap them off. This was a garage for a long time, and if we're going to use this as living space instead of a workshop, I want the floor to be new and clean. Years of small spills and stuff leeching in just make me a bit wary." He turned and looked in the same direction as Dave. "What are you thinking, babe? Halfway down the length of the garage or two thirds?" Wyatt came to stand next to Desmond as Dave and Archer paced off a large section of the floor, discussing how they would build iron stairs up to the loft and what they'd put up there, if it would be the TV viewing area or more for conversation, with the TV and couches set up under the loft. To Desmond it sounded like they were more intrigued with the idea of having a loft than what they'd actually do with it. He couldn't really blame them; the architecture of the garage was a feature they should exploit to its fullest. A Torquere Press Chaser - 2 .
"You like the polished brick, don't you, sir?" Wyatt murmured. "It's just rustic enough to be interesting and not as cold as a full out gothic basement would be." Smiling, Desmond nodded. "I do. It's also sturdy, in great shape, and smooth enough that it won't cause abrasions." Wyatt's hand slipped into his. "Always considering my safety." "Always, love." Desmond gave his fingers a squeeze and went back to watching Dave. "They seem very excited about this." "Do you blame them?" Wyatt laughed softly. "This is like a dream project for Archie, and Dave's going to learn so much as they work on this. It's too bad they'll have to do most of this in the evenings and on weekends, though." Archer had apparently heard that, as he turned and nodded at them. "It's going to take a while, for sure. The rest of the building only needs decorating and few walls knocked down, for now. We'll get around to moving bathrooms and updating the kitchen later." He shook his head and made a few notes, then looked around the garage. "The permits and renovation paperwork are taking a while, though; likely we won't be able to live in this part of the building for months." "That's okay," Dave put in, looking around with obvious pleasure. "It's going to be awesome when it's done. Big and open and different from everyone else's homes. Suited to us." Des nodded and let go of Wyatt, who was drifting toward Archer. "It's a step up from apartments, that's for sure. I wonder, though, why you chose not to integrate the business into the building as well. The garage would have made a practical choice for your work." Archer and Dave both nodded. "We thought about it," Archer told him. "It comes down to working together and living together and then having home and work in the same place. Too much of a good thing and all that." Dave nodded once more. "Moving in with him is a big enough step," he said with a grin. "I didn't want to move in with a million board feet of pine, too." Wyatt gave Desmond a sidelong look and Des waited, sure that Wyatt was going to say something about books. They lived together, too, and above Desmond's bookstore. Not only that, but there was an entire room of Desmond's personal collection of rare and collectable volumes. "Go ahead," Des encouraged with a rueful smile, thinking that perhaps his submissive partner wasn't sure if he should jump into the conversation or not. "Thanks, sir," Wyatt said with a smile. "But I think I'll take the Fifth Amendment on this particular subject. After all, I do have an office of my own on campus that I can escape to." His eyes twinkled, and Desmond was sure that Wyatt had said precisely what he wanted to; he was very clever that way. A Torquere Press Chaser - 3 .
"You need to escape me?" Desmond arched one eyebrow. "It's an escape to go teach philosophy to freshmen?" "I only need to flee when you spend your mornings talking about the state of modern genre fiction," Wyatt told him, laughing. "Oh, I've heard that lecture," Dave put in. "The one that starts with him snorting at a movie tie-in novel for one of the latest crop of space movies? And goes through a progressively more adjective laden speech about the quality of science fiction from HG Wells right through to whatever he happens to be holding, with obscure references to the Hugo Awards? Then ends with a big finish that slams every TV show currently in existence that he doesn't even watch?" Wyatt nodded eagerly. "That one. I haven't found a reliable way to stop it other than doing all the shelving for the Science Fiction section on my own before he can get to it." Dave looked smug. "I found a way." Clearing his throat, Desmond moved between the two of them. "Yes, well. We're here to discuss this fine space and where Archer is going to put things for play. Not my literary tastes." Archer, damn him, looked as curious as Wyatt did. "Wait, hold up. I want to know how Dave can stop you when you've got your wind up. I've known you a long time, Des, and I don't think I've ever seen you stopped cold." He transferred his look to Dave. "Unless you mean you just distract him with something worse than poorly executed sci-fi before he can get rolling." "No, no." Dave's smugness grew a depth and texture. "Full out ranting that I stop with something infinitely better, not worse." Wyatt looked at Des with wide eyes. "Sir. Not when the shop is open!" Archer made a sound that was close to a tsking noise. "Desmond. Very naughty." Desmond lifted his chin. "I like naughty; you know that." Honestly, it was the best defense he could come up with on short notice. "True." Archer laughed and slapped Dave's shoulder on the way past him, toward the ledge where he'd left a measuring tape. "You do give damn fine kisses, babe. It would shut me up." "It has," Dave agreed. "But I have to get a bit more dramatic with Des than mere kisses." Wyatt laughed and went to take one end of the measuring tape from Archer. "Keep talking, Dave." Dave, thankfully, glanced at Desmond before happily describing the very risky public blow job that had derailed his last impromptu lecture. "Oh, I think I'll keep that to myself," Dave said. "A reserve item, so to speak." A Torquere Press Chaser - 4 .
"Thank you," Des mouthed to him when Wyatt couldn't see. It was always painful getting a lecture from his sub; Wyatt never said a word and his attitude was never of the sort that Des could correct; but the lecture would be there, all the same. Partly, he supposed, because they knew each other so well -- and partly because Wyatt would be right. It was very unwise to have sex in the shop during business hours. The fact that it had been so good he'd seriously thought about closing for an hour and taking Dave upstairs to do it again was beside the point. "How tall are you?" Archer was asking Wyatt. "The same as Dave?" "I think so, yes. Six three and a little more." "Good." Archer nodded thoughtfully. "If I need help making things fit you it's handy to test on Dave. God knows when I'll finally get around to putting in the bolts and such." Wyatt looked pleased that there were going to be custom fittings for him and Dave didn't seem bothered by the prospect of acting as a stand in for fittings. Des made a mental note to have a talk with Wyatt when they were alone, to see how things were really going between him and Archer. They'd only played twice, but judging by the bruises and Wyatt's continued affection, it all seemed to be fairly smooth. He hoped that it was as smooth as his own burgeoning relationship with Dave; mixing two couples the way they were was a delicate balancing act. Between all four personalities -- and the fact that while three of them were decidedly kinky, one most definitely was not -- there were more mundane matters to deal with. There was the basic scheduling problem of finding times that worked for everyone, and then things such as who was going to use what car on a given date, who was going out and who was staying in. They were all feeling their way, so to speak, and still really just trying to get to know one another. Dave and Archer, as well, were experiencing changes in their own relationship that had little or nothing to do with Des and Wyatt. According to what Dave had intimated to Des, the two of them had gone from thinking about each other as partners but not wanting to make demands on each other, to something deeper. Deep enough to buy a fire station and move in together. Dave was also Archer's employee, and they were working on remodeling a Victorian Inn, side by side. All of that added up to the simple fact that the time Dave and Archer had for each other outside of work was limited by their long hours, and yet they were finding time to spend with the others. Desmond thought that perhaps Dave and Archer had been able to move forward with their relationship as a direct result of the sharing they were all doing. The sharing of each other and the deepening of trust they were needing to create in order to find balance was only helping Dave and Archer to know what they want and recognize what they already had. Dave had told him, the same day he'd come by the store to tell him about the fire station, that they'd finally even used the word "love." His eyes had been so bright and delighted; it had made A Torquere Press Chaser - 5 .
Desmond sigh with relief and joy for them. He and Wyatt had been fully aware of how much Dave and Archer cared about each other, and were privately dismayed that the men didn't seem to know it themselves. And yet, here they were, all four of them. In a fire station, marking out the space that was to be a living room and a game room, a place to entertain and watch TV and shoot pool. There would be built in braces and supports that Archer could turn very easily into restraint stations, and yet subtle enough that they would go unnoticed during a Super Bowl party or a holiday bash, or even an elegant dinner. "It's rather far away from the kitchen," Desmond said, mostly to himself. Wyatt would look so nice, though, dressed to serve them at a long table. "Not that far, really," Dave said, his voice suddenly close. Des had been too lost in his own thoughts to really notice how close Dave had come. "There's another door down at the back of the kitchen that goes to the hall. You look dreamy." Des smiled. "Like I'm dreaming or like a dream?" "Want to come see the bedrooms? We have a bunch, you can pick one." Dave apparently had other things than dreams on his mind. Feigning shock, Des' smile grew. "Why, Dave Allen. Are you suggesting we go mess around while our partners measure and figure out where to put ropes and chains?" "Uh-huh. The chains thing really isn't my style, as we've already established." "True. And this is a rather large building. Perhaps another tour would be a good idea. I'd hate to get lost on my way to the bathroom or something." Des took Dave's hand and they started walking, across the garage floor and to what had to have been an office; it had a large glass window that looked into the garage itself and had a built in desk. "You know, you should keep that room as it is. A desk with shelves like that is never a bad thing." "That green color is hideous," Archer called out. "But I like the window. We can take the door off the hinges and do something with it, I'm sure. Wyatt, spread your arms, please." Des looked back, caught Wyatt's wide smile, and laughed. "They'll be busy for a while, I think." "Cool." Dave sounded pleased, but also more or less like he'd be dragging Desmond off anyway. It was rather flattering. "Hey, Arch. We're gonna go and test acoustics for you." Archer gave them a thumbs up and Dave led Desmond directly through the office and another door, out into the hallway. "We're going to take this door off, too, when we figure out how to keep the heat distributing evenly in the building." "A wood or pellet stove with fans?" Desmond suggested. A Torquere Press Chaser - 6 .
He got a nod. "We're seriously considering it, yes. At least for the garage, after we take care of the insulation." They turned left and went down a short, wide hallway. "There's so much to do." "So much," Dave agreed ruefully. "We're going to have fun, though. This hall is going to have neat art, and a long bench on that wall. I don't really have any idea why, it just seems to want one. Blank walls are surprisingly intimidating, I'm finding. It's actually easy to walk through and say this room is a bedroom, this will make a good workout room, we can put books and stuff in here. Decorating is proving to be harder." Desmond nodded, looking around as they turned a corner and went up a flight of stairs. "It's a very utilitarian design. It'll be hard to inject warmth without losing some of the character; it would be a shame to make it look like any other home, when it would be fun to live in a fire station. Unique." "Exactly. We're actually advertising for mementoes we can display -- newspaper clippings, photos, old badges and stuff. The station was used right up until two years ago, so some of the old crews are already stopping buy to shake Archie's hand and offer things like decals and whatnot. It's pretty cool, really." At the top of the stairs, Dave pointed to the left. "Classrooms, bunk rooms and the main bathroom that we're going to repurpose. But we've decided to take the two back rooms down here and make it the bedroom instead of a workout space. Well, our bedroom. I think we'll wind up with three, actually. Look, we already knocked out the wall, last week. Moved some stuff in a couple days ago." Following him down the hall to the last room Des asked, "Why three? It seems an odd number, and you have space for even more than that, even with taking two for separate offices and a work out room." "Money." Dave laughed as they walked into the sun-filled room that bore signs of both construction and hasty unpacking. A few boxes, a mirror leaning on the wall, and an unmade bed haphazardly took up space. "This room is big enough for a king sized bed -- or two -- so we'll buy one. Then we can put my queen in a guest room and Archie's in another. Some day we might make one of the other rooms into a bedroom, because you're right -- it's not like we don't have space. But for now, three beds equals three bedrooms." "That makes sense." Desmond looked around and approved of the room. It was very large, naturally enough since a wall was gone, and it had windows on two sides. There was room for a bed, dressers and perhaps even a chair for reading, over in the corner. "I assume there's a bathroom or showers nearby?" "They're just down the hall; I expect we'll eventually put in an ensuite. You know, when we're rich. For now, though, we're just going to move a bunch of my stuff in here and maybe stay over once in a while while all the construction is being done. We'll be living at Archie's condo for a few more weeks, for sure." A Torquere Press Chaser - 7 .
"Back and forth," Des said with a nod. "Thus the bed already here." Dave grinned and pulled him toward it. "Would I invite you to come make out and not have a nice bed for you lie back on?" "Now, now. You know I don't mind if we make out against walls. We've done that a lot." "We have. But I like the way you feel when you climb on top of me and rub your cock on my hip." The bluntness and language almost made Des' breath catch, and it certainly made him growl. "You're getting very good at that," he said as he gave Dave's chest a shove with a flat hand. There was no way at all he could manhandle Dave -- or Wyatt -- not really, not from this angle, but Dave was clearly willing to play along and had even set the stage himself. Dave grinned at him and fell back on the bed, grabbing at Desmond's wrist as he went. "Good at making you growl?" Des tugged his arm free. "Good at finding buttons to push." Desmond put one knee on the bed, alongside Dave's thigh, but didn't get on top of him. Not yet. "You always manage to find a way to surprise me." "Just keeping things interesting. I'd hate for you to get bored." Dave didn't quite wink as he said it, but his mouth twitched as if he was trying not to laugh. He also expanded his chest in as unsubtle a way as possible, making his T-shirt taut. "Come on, Des. I want you. You look like you need a good mussing, standing around the garage like that. All nicely dressed, button up shirt and ironed trousers." He reached up and smoothed one hand over Des' chest, his large hand spreading heat in a fan shape. "No tie today, though; that's new." "I didn't think a tie was necessary to tour a construction site." He'd even rolled up the sleeves of his shirt in what was an act of utterly casual flair for him. "Keep talking." With one hand he started to unbutton his own shirt while he traced Dave's erection over his jeans with the other. "Impressive." The hand on Des' chest brushed over one nipple, teasing it. "It's better without fabric in the way." Dave licked his lower lip, just a flash of tongue before his hips pushed up against Desmond's hand. "You should try it that way." "When I get to it." Des watched Dave's face and squeezed a bit, pleased with the way Dave's eyes lost focus. He'd been working on that erection for a while, apparently. Des wondered why he hadn't noticed, but then decided it didn't really matter right then. They were taking care of things in a timely manner and that was what counted. "Tell me," he whispered, slipping his hand down to cup Dave's balls. "How do you want to do this? Anything specific?" There was still so much for them to do. A Torquere Press Chaser - 8 .
"I hadn't gotten much further in my thinking than a lot of kissing, some grinding and maybe making enough noise that Archie will come and check the situation out." Des raised an eyebrow and finished unbuttoning his shirt. "Forget my lack of tie, that's new. You want them to watch?" "Let's just say I don't object to the idea." Dave's hand slid under the fabric of Des' shirt and started pushing it off his shoulder. "Archie, on the other hand, really, really likes it. A lot. Hell, he can almost come just talking about it. It's interesting, in a way, how me sleeping with you has resulted in some pretty fantastic sex with Arch." "Always glad to help." Des laughed and finally swung his other leg up and straddled Dave's upper thighs. "Do you two talk a lot while you're having sex?" He looked down at Dave and allowed the removal of his shirt. "Sometimes." Dave grinned widely and wiggled under him, trying to get some friction. "Archie and I don't really have a predictable pattern for anything. It doesn't matter who tops, who blew who in the shower, whatever. We just do what feels right at the time." "I'm glad the system works for you." Des grinned back and leaned way over Dave's body and braced himself by placing his hands on either side of Dave's shoulders so that he could more or less hover over Dave’s big body, without dropping his weight down on top of Dave. "But I think maybe we should concentrate on you and me, at the moment. If Archer and Wyatt choose to come looking for us, we'll take things from there." "Excellent idea." Dave lifted his head and kissed Des, not gently. "Are you having ideas?" "Many. Most of them involve far less clothing, a lot more energy behind the kissing, and you holding onto the bed frame." He smiled at Dave's expression and added, "For traction, if you'll forgive the term. I want you to be able to move in counter motion. The more force we can build up, the better." Dave nodded, his eyes losing focus again. "Uh-huh. Okay, yeah. But we might want to hurry up a bit or we're going to have a limited time to get that force built up." "Oh, I think you can hold out a lot longer than you think you can. In fact, I'd bet on it." "You want to wager on my ability to delay orgasm?" "Certainly. Make a game of it, Dave. Let's say, whoever comes first has to provide a night out. Or even better, a planned night in. Something more than a movie and dinner." Dave's eyes narrowed. "Taking into account, of course, each other's tastes and interests?" "Of course." Desmond shifted his weight forward a little and rocked his hips, just once. "Tailored to entertain, relax, excite, delight, learn. A special evening, for you and me." A Torquere Press Chaser - 9 .
Dave rocked back, lifting his hips to rub the hard length of his erection against Des. "All right," he said slowly. "Only now I'm not sure if I want to win or lose." Des could sympathize. "Step one." He kept his voice low, just above a whisper. "I suggest we undress. No one's pants but mine will fit me, and I don't relish the idea of driving home sticky any more than I like the idea of trying to be comfortable in Archer's borrowed jeans." "I think that's a wise first step," Dave said gravely. But instead of making any sort of move to actually do anything about undressing, he stretched. His arms went up over his head and then back, turning and flexing as he reached for the headboard. His fingers curled around it. Des' mouth went dry as he looked down, taking in the taut muscles and artful pose. "You don't play fair." "Hell, no." Dave laughed and gripped the headboard a little more tightly, his biceps swelling as he made a proper show of it. "I think I have a pretty good shot at working up some force." "I don't doubt it." Des smiled to himself and got up. "Stay there." "I beg your pardon?" Dave laughed, but he stayed where he was, lifting his head to watch Des as he continued to undress. "I don't see why you get to be naked and I don't." "Oh, trust me. You'll be naked as well; I'm very fond of you naked. Please, where are the condoms and lubricant?" "On top of the box over there, by the window." Dave let go of the headboard to point. "Interesting choice of storage space, given it's nowhere near the bed." Des walked across the cold linoleum floor and made a mental note to give them a throw rug as a housewarming gift. "We were exploring our space," Dave said suggestively. "And Arch has a fondness for bending me over stuff." "I can't say I blame him at all." Des laughed and got what he needed, then turned back to face the bed, only to find Dave had peeled off his T-shirt. "I did say I'd make sure you were naked, didn't I?" "Just making sure." Dave smiled sweetly at him and lay back on the bed, his arms once more going back to hold the headboard. It didn't escape Des' notice how erect and tight Dave's nipples were, pink peaks that almost demanded to be pinched or bitten. If Dave had been another man, Des would have found a way to clamp them, but Dave was Dave and Des respected his tastes. The image of it, however, put a little lift in Des' prick and he gave himself a fast stroke, just because it felt good. "You have cold floors," he informed Dave as he got back on the bed. A Torquere Press Chaser - 10 .