About On Fire
Written by Drew Zachary
125 pages / 51800 words
ISBN: 1-933389-70-2
Available file types - html, lit, pdf, prc, paperback
Robert and Sam meet at a Canada Day fundraiser for a local firehouse, and man do the sparks fly. Sam is a college kid, only a year over legal. Robert is a studly thirty-something fireman. They come together and make a blaze that's hard to put out.
There's a lot of living between nineteen and thirty-something, though, and Sam and Robert find they have a lot to work out. Can they keep fanning the flames of their romance, or will family and friends, and their different places in life, throw a wet blanket over their love?
Review
Take one tall, broad-shouldered fireman in his early thirties. Mix well with one skinny, eighteen-year-old college kid who lives for sex, and the results are sheer pleasure.
Sam and Robert are about as opposite as you can get, aside from the fact that they're both into sex with guys. When Sam picks Robert up during Canada Day festivities, neither of them are expecting more than making some fireworks for the holiday. And the sparks definitely fly, especially since Sam is able to recharge his batteries as only an eighteen year old can. Robert finds himself both entranced and smitten with young Sam, who is bubbly and happy and can have more sex in the space of an hour than Robert can believe.
But there's a world of difference between eighteen and thirty-two, as Sam and Robert discover along the way. Friends and family add to the difficulties they encounter. But the two of them come to realize that underneath it all, they have more than just a physical need for each other. The emotion that blossoms between them is soon as great as their first sizzling attraction.
Robert and Sam are each definitely one of a kind, both of them with unique personalities that don't get muted as they draw closer, but instead stand out boldly. On Fire was one of the most fun, enjoyable reads I've had in a long time. Drew Zachary does it again with his ability to paint vivid characters, palpable emotion, and hot sex.
Sample
It was one of those perfect afternoons; not too hot, not too bright, but perfect for getting a good look at skin.
There were a ton of people wandering around, driving around, just filling the streets. There were buskers and vendors, and it looked like most of Victoria had turned out to celebrate. The shows wouldn't start for a bit, but there was lots to do, and Sam was doing his level best to see as much as he could.
He'd eaten hotdogs, nearly drowned himself in Coke and Sprite, and didn't he just love companies that ran promotions with free drinks? By next year, he'd be hanging out in the beer tents, but for now it was pop and it would have to do.
Sam watched a couple of guys playing with Devil Sticks and admired their technique, but he got bored fairly soon and began to walk again. There were flashing lights up ahead, and it was probably some damn safety awareness thing the cops were running, but there wasn't anything wrong with cop watching. Unless they didn't like it, but he could run pretty fast.
He turned the corner and grinned. It wasn't cops and it wasn't boring. It really was a perfect day in Sam's world, and he sauntered a little closer, looking for a bench to sit on. The fire department had the pumper trucks out, and the ladders were up, the entire rig set to spray downward. A charity car wash, which was nice, but the very best part was that the firemen were in uniform. Black uniforms with badges and patches, and Sam was sure that there was nothing on earth finer than fireman butt in those uniforms.
He found a place to sit and set to watching, not bothering to be subtle. They were far too busy to notice him, and besides, the amount of women standing around gawking was a good cover. He drank water from a bottle and watched, soaking up the sun and the smell of Canada Day.
''Good God,'' a woman off to the right breathed, and Sam snickered. But then a car moved off and a mountain stood up, and Sam figured the woman was right. God was good, indeed.
The man had to be six and a half feet tall if he was an inch, and built like a brick shithouse. Short blond hair and a wide smile just closed the deal. And damned if that uniform wasn't absolutely soaked, the black material just clinging to the big body.
Sam sat up a little, and the semi he'd been sporting for the last while made an effort to become a problem. He moved his legs and swung around on the bench, giving himself a little comfort, and just stared. The man was amazing, even if he was old. Had to be damn near thirty, Sam figured, but Christ. He was something to look at, store up pictures of for later.
Another car pulled into place, and the giant started soaping it up, bending over to do the tires, which gave Sam a really great view of his ass. Tight and hard and damn.
Once the car was soaped up, the fireman called out and started backing up. The hose up on the ladder started spraying, getting both the car and the fireman. A big fist shook up at the guy on top of the ladder, but the fireman was laughing, wiping his face as he backed up.
Sam saw his chance. He leapt up and very carefully placed himself behind the man, just as if he'd been walking by. And when he got bumped into by a giant hunk of wet fireman? well, it wasn't really his fault at all.
''Oh, man, sorry!'' Sam said, turning and brushing along the guy's wet ass. He grinned up, trying to look apologetic.
Blue eyes looked down at him, big hands coming out to grab onto his arms. ''Hey now, sorry 'bout that. Are you all right?''
''Yeah, I'm fine. Guess I didn't see you there.'' Sam almost lost it trying not to laugh at the sheer absurdity of that. God, but the guy's hands were huge. Sam's cock throbbed and he licked his lips. ''Um. Hi.''
Mr. Giant Fireman smiled back, and the hands holding him let go; one was held out to him. ''Hi. Robert.''
''Sam.'' He tried not to squeak as his hand was swallowed up. ''God, you're big. And I bet you hear that all the fucking time, so let's pretend I said something original, okay?''
Robert chuckled, eyes twinkling. That hand was still holding his, too, until someone came along and took Robert's attention away from him. ''Hey Rob, you've been here since we opened up, eh?''
''Yeah. I'm getting hungry, too, man.''
''Okay, you're done.'' The other fireman thumped Robert on the back. ''Thanks for coming in -- we're doing great this year -- gonna be our best take ever.''
''Cool. Thanks, Danny.''
Sam wasn't sure if he should panic because Fireman Rob was done and could leave, or cheer because Fireman Rob was done and could leave. ''Uh, there's some really great vendors about three streets down,'' he offered. ''Get something good to eat fast.''
''Yeah? Cool. I was hoping to check out the festivities.'' Fireman Rob looked down at himself. ''I'm not sure I'm presentable all soaked like this...''
''You look just fine,'' Sam blurted. He felt himself get red and he looked around frantically. ''Or you could take your wet things off. Oh, God.'' He gave up and just stared at the ground.
Robert was quiet a moment, and then he chuckled, fingers sliding beneath Sam's chin and tilting his head up. ''I don't have anything with me to change into. I'd need somewhere a little less public to just take the clothes off and let them dry.''
Sam knew his eyes had gone wide, and he hoped to hell he was reading this right. ''I... I can arrange that, I think. If you don't mind student digs.'' Oh, please. Please, please, please.