Episode 3

The firefighters who had gone to the hospital returned to the fire station, and to Calvin's surprise, Frank was still there. The second shift had already taken his place, and Calvin went for a shower; he wouldn't be able to postpone it to do it at his apartment, as he was tired and his house was not so close.

The firefighters' bathroom was shared, and basically everyone saw each other when showering. Calvin tried to relax a bit, letting the water run down his body, until he heard Frank's voice in the bathroom.

"You look pretty tired," Frank said.

Calvin was facing away and glanced to the side, seeing Frank leaning against the wall, seemingly checking him out.

"A little, but nothing a shower and a few hours of relaxation won't fix," he replied, turning to face Frank. "I thought you had already left."

Frank looked once again up and down Calvin's body, who seemed to have purposely turned around. Calvin was black, 6 feet tall, with well-worked muscles, handsome, and caught attention due to his body size. Frank had seen him showering several times before, but this time, he made a point of showing that he was enjoying the sight.

"I decided to wait to see how you were and ask if you'd like to come over to my place for a drink," Frank said.

Although Calvin didn't openly talk about his sexuality, Frank knew he was gay, having seen him kissing a man in a club once, but he didn't mention anything. Frank understood that for certain professions, there was still some prejudice.

"What's the reason for this invitation?" Calvin asked with a sly smile.

"You didn't get seriously injured in today's operation, that alone is a good reason to celebrate."

Calvin played dumb, but he already noticed that Frank was looking at him differently compared to others, always finding a reason to touch him, whether pretending it was accidental or in jest.

"I think you're right. I should indeed celebrate. I'm almost done here and we can go," Calvin replied, noticing a smile forming on Frank's face.

He turned back to the wall when Frank left the bathroom and smiled back. Calvin was also looking at Frank in a different way, just didn't have the courage to say anything, as they mostly saw each other at the station or when they all went out for a drink; they never had the chance to spend time alone.

In a way, Calvin was excited. Frank taking the initiative to invite him over, especially after the casual invite to celebrate, sparked the hope that something could happen between them. The dark-skinned man finished his shower, got dressed, and met up with Frank in the yard.

Calvin had a motorcycle, a black Ducati with red details, which he always joked that a man of his size needed a machine like that. He followed Frank on his "negro," as he called his bike, while Frank drove his car. They made a stop to buy beer and headed off. Frank's apartment was close to the station where they worked, and they soon arrived.

Their shift ended before nightfall, and Calvin had no intention of leaving early, if that invite was indeed what he was thinking.

Frank's apartment wasn't very big, but it was cozy. As soon as he entered, Calvin went to look at the aquarium in the living room. While he was entertained with the fish, Frank turned some picture frames and stored some things in a drawer.

"Do you live alone?" Calvin asked, taking off his favorite baseball team jacket.

"Yes, I do. And you?" Frank handed him a beer.

Calvin confirmed, and they started asking each other questions, sitting on the sofa facing each other. They didn't break eye contact, seeming to be engaged in a game of provocation to see who would make the first move, which was clear that they both wanted to.

When Calvin confirmed that he didn't have a girlfriend, he still insisted on answering what his ideal type was, emphasizing that he liked someone who took initiative. After answering a few questions, he took another sip of his beer, allowing some of it to spill on his shirt.

"I'm very clumsy," Calvin claimed, and then took off his shirt. "Do you mind if I stay shirtless until it dries?" he asked, licking his lips.

Frank gave a slight smile, understanding Calvin's intention, and said he didn't mind. With Calvin shirtless, they started a silly conversation that might lead to something.

"Your muscles seem really firm, must be hard as a rock," Frank said, also licking his lips.

"You can touch to make sure," Calvin leaned back on the couch after the teasing.

Frank left the beer on the floor next to the couch and approached Calvin. The larger man's legs were open, and Frank stood in between them, bent down, and placed a hand on the back of the sofa. He looked into the eyes of "Muralha," as Calvin was nicknamed, and then glanced at his colleague's hairless and well-toned chest.

Frank's hand slid over Calvin's chest, who was still looking at the smaller man's lips in front of him.

"Really firm indeed. Must have taken some work to get these muscles," he said, but didn't move away from Calvin.

"Lots of training and discipline. Is there anywhere else you want to check?" Calvin asked, parting his lips.

"Your muscles are hard, but what about your lips, are they soft?" Frank replied, getting into the teasing.

"You'll have to try to find out," he smiled and bit his lip corner, teasing him even more.

Frank stared at him and slowly approached until their lips touched, starting a gentle kiss, as if he really wanted to make sure they were soft. Calvin had full lips, and for some, it was a true invitation to want to try them out.

The kiss intensified, and Calvin pulled Frank by the waist, making him sit on his lap. Their bodies were closer, and he no longer doubted that Frank was also attracted to him, just as he was to his coworker.

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