Red Lights and Silver Bells

He trailed off as they entered the bathroom. Kaleb smiled as he watched Dylan's gaze travel to the bath full of hot, bubbly water, to the numerous lit candles, then to the bottle of wine.

"You did this all for me?" Dylan asked in a soft voice.

Kaleb came up behind him and slowly slid Dylan's jacket off. "Yes, but if you want I could always see if Gladys wants to share it with you."

For the first time that evening the smile Kaleb loved so much filled Dylan's face. "Let her get her own. The only one I want in there with me is you."

He turned around and stood on tiptoe so their lips could meet. Dylan tasted strongly of mint and the same sweetness that always lingered in his mouth. Kaleb plunged his tongue inside, gently stroking until he'd earned a moan from Dylan.

Kaleb started to carefully unbutton Dylan's shirt. "Are you sure there's enough room in there for both of us?"

Dylan cast a quick glance at the tub. "It may be cramped, but I don't mind. It'll be worth the discomfort to be held by you."

"I plan on doing more than just holding you." Kaleb stripped Dylan's uniform top off only to find a thermal shirt underneath.

In the winter, most EMS workers tended to dress in layers in case they got stuck on long extrications at car accident scenes, so the thermal shirt didn't come as a surprise. Kaleb took that off, too, only to find a t-shirt still hindering his progress.

"Sorry." Dylan gave an impish grin. "It was cold outside today."

Kaleb pulled it over Dylan's head and finally encountered blessedly bare skin. He spent a few moments exploring it with his fingers before dipping his head so he could run his tongue around one nipple. Dylan let out a sound halfway between a sigh and moan as he softly caressed Kaleb's hair.

"Do you have thermal bottoms on under your pants?" Kaleb asked, not bothering to hide his grin when Dylan nodded.

"I didn't want to freeze my ass off like I did last week when I responded to that snowmobiler-versus-tree call."

"I'll tell you what. You take them off and I'll get naked and meet you in the bath." Kaleb picked a few stray pieces of glass from Dylan's hair and tossed them into the garbage.

Dylan moved quick, things getting a bit awkward when he got to his boots. He hopped around for a few moments, somehow managing to look desirable even while being clumsy. There was a reason his co-workers had long ago smacked him with the nickname Trippy. The incident with the Christmas tree hadn't been Dylan's first klutz performance and it probably wouldn't be his last either.

He still managed though and Kaleb soon got an eyeful of the paramedic's perfectly rounded ass. When Dylan turned and tilted his head down slightly as he stroked his own cock, it was Kaleb who stumbled a bit in his undressing. The way the low light made for an ideal silhouette of Dylan's sensual profile could only be described as sheer perfection. Even his cheekbones, which would be considered too round on others and his eyes which would have been overly large on anyone else, added to his sexy appeal. Somehow, even after everything he'd suffered though, Dylan managed to keep a small bit of innocence that called to the protector in Kaleb.