Chicago Fire: Part 3

After the party, I started to stand up and I lost my balance slightly. Riley saw me struggling to get up and he quickly got by my side.
"why are you trying to kill yourself?" Riley said as the other guys were still enjoying the party with the part timers. His gentle touch was around me again as he helped me up the stairs. His grip is so soft.

The hardest part of walking up the stairs is exactly that, walking up the stairs. But Riley was there to catch me if I fell. We made it to the bunk room and he walked me over to my bunk. He sat me down and I reclined back to lay my head on the pillow.
"you comfortable?" he asked Kevin his beautiful voice.

"yeah."
"good." he said with lust shining brightly in his eyes. He climbed on my bunk on top of me. He slowly lowered himself onto me. He hit my leg a little. I winced at the pain. He saw it and jumped off of me.
"I hurt you..." he said still on my bunk but not on me.

I smiled and pulled him towards my lips. They met his and electricity started to flow between us. It started tingling through my body. I loved having him kiss me. It feels so right. He stopped and pulled away. I opened my eyes and he smiled at me. I lunged at his lips again and he did the same. Our lips met again and he started to slowly grind his body against mine. He made sure that he didn't knock my leg or hurt me.

We kept kissing each other, enjoying each others taste. Our soft lips stuck to each other like lipstick on a crystal glass. The kisses were short yet passionate. The lights came on and Matt was standing there. Riley broke the kiss and turned to face him.

"get a room you two!" he said laughing. Riley climbed off of me and walked back downstairs. He stopped and turned back towards me.
"if you need anything, i won't be far away."

"I know."

"I'm serious. Just holler of you need me. I'll be right down stairs." he insisted.

"thanks Riley."

He walked downstairs and Matt followed. I was alone in the bunk room and I started to think about Riley. I love him now. He always seemed to be around me. Maybe he was gay before I was. However it plays with riley, I'm glad he's with me. Who knows how things would vivid Riley wasn't there with me when I fell. I might have been dead. I drifted off to sleep.

*******

I'm in a hallway. Burned bodies everywhere. The only thing I have is my fire axe and my jacket and pants. The walls are burning, and smoke fills the air. there is nothing I can do about the burned bodies... The floors collapse and I'm falling down into fire. Flames surround me and I'm on fire at this point. My skin starts to catch underneath my jacket and pants. I scream as my flesh falls off my bones in flaky, burning patches.

I wake up screaming. My body is covered in sweat. My breath is heavy and full. What's happening to me? I look at the clock. 5:30. I should get up anyway. I managed to get up and changed my clothes without Riley's help. I walked down the stairs to the lounge to watch tv. I got down there and sat down in a chair. I watched tv for about 3 hours when Riley came down.

"I heard you yelling."

"you did?"

"if someone didn't, they must be dead." Riley said coming over to my chair. He handed me a number.
"call them."

I picked up my cell phone and called the number. It was a hotline. They had talked to me over the phone, and gave me an address for a psychiatrist. Riley brought me there and up to his office. I waited and waited anxiously when he came in and got me. He extended his hand.

"hi." I said quietly.

"hi Jesse. I'm Dr Hartman. Let's talk."

He slowly closed the door and I could see Riley still standing as it closed in front of him.